St Francis Xavier Academy - Xavier Yearbook (Providence, RI)

Text from Pages 1 - 80 of the 1906 volume:

.. THE .. FRANCESCA flpar lUutk of .. aint Jtfranrta 3£autpr Araiiemy JIrmtiitrurr, HJjofo Jslattii EDITED BY THE CLASS OF 1906 SAINT FRANCIS XAVIER’S ACADEMY. THE FRANCESCA RIGHT REVEREND MATTHEW HARKINS,!). I). Driiiratum Hn thr iRigljt IRrurrmb fflattlmu parkins, 0.0. (0«r brlnurb Mishap mb (0«r Ulrupfimtt jFrtrttb la uibnnt utr arr an brpplij inbrbtrb fnr iuapirtun uttrrrat anb rnrbtal rurnuragrnmtt aa utrll aa fnr tbr higher aiba in Catlinlir rbnrattnu J0itl| aiurm reaper! anb gratitubp me bebirate tljta brat tinlume nf (The 3Fratirfsra THE FRANCESCA (Bm'litty. The publication of this, our first edition of The Francesca, shows clearly how strenuously and unitedly we have worked in order to produce a book which will be a credit not only to our class, but also to our school. It is the wish of the class of 1906 that other classes may follow their example, and continue to issue a year book. This necessitates that the past graduates, in whose ranks we shall soon be placed, show their interest and approval, thereby encouraging the work. We look with confidence for their support. Our object is to amuse and interest and not to abuse, and much of our energetic work will be marred if we find any one has been offended or taken our innocent little jests too seriously. We have endeavored not to spare expense, energy or time in order to produce a book of a high standard of excellency, both in art and literature, and we trust that our readers will be to our efforts very kind—and also to our faults a little blind. 6 Alice liguoria mcnally. THE FRANCESCA OUR RIGHT REVEREND BISHOP. INETEEN years ago, in his own cathedral at Providence, our Right Reverend Bishop was consecrated. That was a joyous day for the Catholics of Rhode and it has proved, in the progress of time, a fortunate day for the entire people of the State. Everywhere, in affairs of civic importance, in public charities and benevolent associa- tions, in unions and societies of various forms and aims, is felt the powerful and certain influence of the high character, the rare gifts and charm, and, especially, the religious views of our learned and amiable prelate. But for us and for our school, during this nineteen years, what has it meant to be under such direction and such patronage? We will try to tell you. A few days after his consecration, the Bishop was given a reception in the old high school of the Academy. Those who were present remember the words in his response to the address ; he said that God, in making him the Bishop of the diocese, had given him a fatherly heart towards the children, and he should regard the pupils of the Academy as peculiarly his, in that .they were the first to welcome him as well as that they represented the oldest Catholic school, within the shadow of the cathedral church. From that day onward the words of the newly-consecrated Bishop were verified: he had become the father, the friend, the benefactor of Saint Xavier’s Academy. There is not a division of the school work and not a department of the Academy which may not speak grateful words to Bishop Harkins. The chemical laboratory, which is as perfectly equipped for one year’s demonstration as that in any college, is entirely his gift; the physics laboratory, with its expensive apparatus and valuable reference library, has been furnished chiefly through his generosity; the general library •counts many volumes of all varieties of subjects which were m Island, 7 THE FRANCESCA bestowed, directly or indirectly, by the Bishop. And so in each department; it is the same report of munificent kindness, of fatherly thought, nearly always forethought. At each commencement exercise the Bishop has presided; he has visited the classes; he has encouraged, advised, and even urged in the way of learning and of goodness. Have we not reason to reverence and love his name? Are we not fortunate indeed to have so rich a blessing as his interest, his devotedness? The Year Book is a very trifling tribute to present in return for unnumbered kindnesses, in response to so much generosity. We cannot say all we would say, but it contents us that our Bishop so far understands our grateful desires as to be willing to honor us with the acceptance of the dedication of this first Year Book ; thus does his revered name become linked in a new way with that of our cherished Alma Mater. Saint Xavier’s Academy is happy in his patronage, and so we are doubly, trebly, favored in being among its pupils. Long may it thrive under so rich a blessing; yea. yea. Ad Multos Atmos! FATHER DOWLING. “ This is a spirit from above, IVbo marshals us our upward way. nHERE is a name we shall always remember with respect and gratitude—that of Reverend Austin A. Dowling. During three years of our high school course at Saint Xavier’s he has given us weekly lectures in the assembly room. The first year subject was the general history of the Church. From his great storehouse of learning. Father Dowling drew forth, week after week, for our interest and delight, a story, clear, full and detailed. The second year, the subject was 8 THE FRANCESCA Church history in England, and while the matter was thus narrowed, both in time and geographical bounds, it lost nothing in the breadth and depth of attractiveness. This year the lectures have varied in subjects but never in interest. The entire course has been a great factor in our education, and those who know the beauty of Father Dowling’s voice, and his natural, easy delivery can readily conceive how much the lectures ought to mean to us. His exactitude in regard to the time marked for his lecture on the weekly schedule was in itself a lesson for us all. We have some idea of his very busy life and the constant and important demand that must be made upon his time, and we value very highly all his generous kindness to our school and to ourselves. We earnestly trust that those who succeed us may long enjoy the great happiness and favor that have been ours each Wednesday morning. OUR DEAR TEACHERS. is the earnest wish of every member of the graduat-■ ■ ing class of Saint Xavier’s '06 to try, not only by these few words but also by our future lives, to show dur gratitude to those well loved teachers who have been tutors, guides, guardians and sincere and loyal friends in the past years. To our directress we wish to express our gratefulness for her invariable kindnesses towards 11s and to acknowledge the admirable way the Academy is disciplined, Not only is this commended by the clergy and our parents but by the general public as well. As our teacher in Latin. German and French we know her proficiency as an able scholar. To our English teacher we owe many apt phrases and directions on the use of the dictionary. Though we may have seemed inappreciative and inattentive at times, yet we did not 9 THE FRANCESCA for an instant lose sight of that gentle firmness which we loved so well, nor of the advice and kind warnings, which, when wc were in some either real or imaginary trouble, she directed us so well that we forgot those momentary sorrows. To the gentle teacher who taught the art of the needle, which one of us does not often, though not perhaps verbally, but in our hearts, thank her, not alone for those pleasant hours which we spent with her, but also in giving us a sweet model in patience and gentleness? Each one of us realizes that amongst our teachers there is not a better loved one than our teacher in chemistry and geology, whose lucid explanations of many chemical problems which have sorely puzzled us and whose thoroughness in her teachings have placed the standard of Saint Xavier’s high in the field of knowledge. Our specialties with her first won for her our greatest respect, and when we had become better acquainted, a sincere friendship was formed, which we hope will always remain unbroken. To our gracious librarian we wish to extend our thanks for the careful selections she has made in our books and the courtesy she has shown us. And when our paths diverge in life let us still thank Him who gave to us good teachers, loving parents, and kind friends, and pray that on that Day, when the Elect of the earth shall be gathered together, that we may all be joined inseparably in Paradise to sing the praises of the Almighty. CHARLOTTE L. EGAN. 10 CLASS ROLL 11 THE FRANCESCA CLASS ROLL Bessie Germaine Byrne. “But still her tongue ran on. the less of weight it bore, with greater ease.” “What can't be cured must be endured.” “One can ever trust her honesty.” Mary Catherine Foley. “To know her is to love her.” “She hath a phrase with a copyright on it.” Annie Louise Smith. “Mild and unassuming.” “Always in haste, never in a hurry.' “Never let your studies interfere with your career.” Eleanor Rosalie Hagerty. “An unheard melody of richest pauses evermore, which may express thee, Eleanor.” Helen Teresa Callahan. Always ready for fun, but never willing to start it. “Silence is on the side of the ayes.” 13 THE FRANCESCA Class Roll, Continued. Mary Genevieve McCarthy. “If aught of prophecy be mine, thou wilt not live in vain “What’s past mending should be past grief.’’ Charlotte Loretto Egan. m We all see with envious eyes Our equal raised above our size. “Willingness, otherwise Charlotte.” Alice Liguoria McNally. “The very pink of courtesy.” “Delays have dangerous ends.” “I have seen better days.” Gertrude Agnes Ten brink. “She never said too much or too little.” “ They say the best of women were moulded out of faults Mary Monica O’Hare. “I have immortal longings in me.” “1 cannot hide what I am.” 15 THE FRANCESCA ALPHABET. CLASS OF 1906. Some classify by numbers. Some by what genius shows. While others speak of character And each good trait disclose. But in an alphabetic list I can so plainly see St. Xavier’s class of nineteen-six As each appears to me. A A does a triple duty; First stands for Anna C. Who though no longer in our midst Is here in memory. Her gentle ways we oft recall, So quiet and demure, Those clear dark eyes that seem to smile Our friendship to secure. By contrast comes our Anna S. So quick in act and word, So oft abrupt, so apt to say A “yes” to all she heard. And still the A does duty for Our much loved Alice L. Of whose dignity and winning grace We ne’er could fully tell. Although we feel that to our class She always will be true, We fear she’s not entirely ours, Her heart is in Bayview. 16 THE FRANCESCA B B stands alone to represent So joyous and care-free, One who is always full of fun, Our happy Bessie B. The claims of loved society She could not disregard, Its lessons she would gladly learn And never find them hard. c To keep our alphabet complete The letter C will stand For Sadie Charles—an active girl Who holds at her command Much knowledge that comes quite unsought, As one may plainly see, When in her animated way She answers readily. E A very bright Greek student May claim the letter E Which represents our Eleanor. Who yet a nun may be. F F stands for Mary Foley Who, in her quiet way, May follow in the footsteps Of Eleanor, some day. ★ Our merry, laughing Gertrude The letter G may claim, So quick and bright, so full of fun. We’ll oft recall her name. 17 THE FkANCESCA H And next comes H, to call to mind Our happy Helen C, Whose kindness and good nature Make friends so easily. J J is for Mollie Johnson Who loves sweet music’s strains, A very general favorite, Who every heart retains. L The letter L, with flourish great. Will stand for Lottie E, Who likes enjoyment when she’s dressed In style becomingly. M A very quiet student Our Mary M you’ll find She's fond of all the Sisters And has a heart most kind. o My next is O, to represent A name which should be near To E that stands for Eleanor; These two are friends most dear. And Mary O has tastes the same In Greek and English prose. That both their lives they’ll give to God, The future will disclose. 18 THE FRANCESCA s Our Margaret claims the letter S, And thinks with Horace Greeley, That those who love the breezy west Will live their lives sincerely. What pleasant stories she could tell! Each new one seemed the best; How oft we’d laugh when she’d begin “My uncle, who’s out west.” T T stands for Sister Teresa, Who from us did depart To heed the Master when He called, She chose the better part. When in the Convent Chapel, So humbly kneeling there, She will her class remember In the holy hours of prayer. May every member of this class Be true to graces given, That though our paths in life diverge We’ll meet again in Heaven. 19 THE FRANCESCA CLASS HISTORY. HAT an interesting task it is to follow the varying course of a river as it ceaselessly flows along, and after many windings sweeps into the grand and mighty ocean! How smooth and tranquil it appears, the glorious sun smiling all the while! But, when dark clouds obscure that light from our view, fierce winds sweep impetuously over that once calm surface and drive the waves in angry breakers to the shore. Storms that arise suddenly as suddenly depart. Soon the heavens are again illumined and the sun shines brighter than before. In these respects does the course of a river resemble a school-girl’s life. Such are its lights and shadows, and many the trials and troubles. “Neque enim ignari sumus ante malorutn.” First, as freshmen, we entered the assembly hall, timidly, yet resolved to face the worst. The worst! Nothing but a roomful of harmless girls, laughingly reviewing the past and eagerly surmising the future. Immediately, on our entrance, we are graciously welcomed by the kind principal, who leads us to a group of happy girls, classmates, she tells us. Gradually all reserve melts away in that sunny atmosphere and we become like unto them, feeling every moment more and more at home. One by one other newcomers join us until finally we have become a band of thirty. Can that have been possible ? we now ask ourselves as we gaze at our well-thinned ranks. Tis true. In four short years we have dwindled from thirty to ten. Seventeen girls entered the commercial department and the remaining thirteen embraced the classics. The English course was deserted for awhile, but Latin, in pity, or perhaps fearing jealousy, soon sent two young ladies as peacemakers. Books, books, books follow one another in rapid succession: Algebra, arithmetic, Latin, French, English, history and Christian Doctrine. By this time the poor students are breathless, but with the aid of kind teachers, they take their first steps and, encouraged by 20 THE FRAXCESCA them, mount higher and higher until, becoming wearv, they sink down in the vacancies left by the departing sophomores. After vacation they return with fresh vigor to traverse again the path to fame and glory. Father Time faithfully pursues his way. The months fly before him and June returns to find students reluctantly laying aside their beloved Caesar to revel in vacation sports and pastimes. Many were the hearts that were filled with sadness that June as we parted from the commercial girls. Little did we dream that the future would repeat that scene two years later. Still Old Chronos continued his weary way. July drifted into August, August into September, and the happy juniors, now a distinct body, commenced their weary plodding slowly upward. One new member was added, and together we began our glorious career. Caesar was exchanged for Cicero, and algebra for natural philosophy, while we vainly endeavored to decide whether the Greek and German alphabets were as interesting as geometrical signs and figures. Two young ladies, true daughters of Minerva, abandoned their German loving classmates to travel weary journeys over many para-sangs with Cyrus. In December we proudly boasted of a Nova Scotian student. Her coming brought much sunshine into the class. Now, we were twelve: twelve fun-loving, mischievous girls. How important we felt that year, and with what enthusiasm we elected our class officers, selected our pins and chose our motto! And how proudly we wore those pins and displayed that motto at our entertainment, given in May, our farewell tribute to the senior girls! And so that year passed. The happy twelve parted, joyfully looking forward to the coming year. Fate had ordained otherwise for some of them. One, at least, we were never to see again. The first link was separated from our chain when Sister Mary Teresa left our ranks in answer to that heavenly call “Follow Me.” Thus one departed, and was that the signal for another, and still another? So it seemed. Voices from the West were ever calling “Come back ! come back! Miss Schofield heeded that cry and re- 21 THE FRANCESCA turned to Kansas City,—her beloved L topia. Did I say another? Alas! yes. September told us that our loved Anna might not tarry long. Soon site, too, had gone. As a consolation, for so it seemed, we received another addition to our class. But the vacancies left by our departed ones still remained vacant. Who could fill their places? we ask, and echo answers, “Xo one.” Three years have flown, and we are again assembled in the loved classroom. Everything is the same but it has a deeper meaning for us now. Are we not the seniors, the so-called lucky seniors, the envy of the lower grades? How they long to reach our height that they may forsake books and work for ever. But how differently we regard our station. What would we not give to have one more year before us! Would we reverse the order of things? Our religion teaches us to say: “Not my will. O Lord, but thine be done.” Rather he oculos suffusi lacrimis” over Aeneas and his wanderings than change the course of events. What glorious prospects lay before us and what ideals we had formed! Although we endeavored to make this year memorable for its perfection, still we can count many failures for many times have we fallen short of our ideal. What has been attained can best be estimated from the record we leave behind us. O year, witness of our joys and sorrows! Our joys—among them the Wednesday conversations when, during two hours, we enjoyed a pleasant ’ar cr vons with our French teacher, Miss Thompson. As for our sorrows, they can be summed up in that one word, Latin, when introduced with such questions as these: ‘‘Who opened the gates of Troy?” “When were they opened?” ‘‘When did the Greek enter the city?” Trivial these may seem, but I beg of you speak not unless you have had experience. Many times we retired from the library (where our Latin period was passed) in despair; but the future lay smilingly before us and success was ever beckoning us onward. Onward we did go, ever full of hope, though sometimes the way was rugged and dreary. Onward! ever onward ! and we finally reached the summit of Parnassus, with 22 THE FRANCESCA its many roads, where we sadly look about us, each one vainly endeavoring to choose her several way. We stand on the threshold of another world. “It is the unknown and the unlimited that still appeals to us—that something behind the dawn, beyond the sunset and far away athwart the black line of the horizon, that is forever calling, calling and beckoning to us to go thither.” Tremblingly we regard the future. Oh, that we could return once more and puzzle our brains over salts, bases and metals! But no, we cannot retrace our steps. The laboratory is closed to us forever. This certainly is the climax of our school lives. The parting knell has already tolled its mournful sound. Only a few days remain and then we must leave our beloved Alma Mater to return nevermore. With Curiace we ask: “Quels adieux dirai-je? Must it be Farewell? Good-bye? Ah, no! “Adieu! that is the word for us, 'Tis more than word—’tis prayer; They do not part who do part thus, For God is everywhere.” MARY MONICA o’HARE. 23 THE FRANCESCA CLASS VOEM. The day has come, the parting hour; Oh would we had the magic power To just reverse the joy and pain. And have our four years o’er again! The glad four years! our years, our own; They on too fleeting wings have flown; And we, a sad and tearful band. Before the unknown future stand. We have known joy, we’ve tasted deep The pleasures which high school days keep: Each lesson was a scene of zest, Each duty but a sweet behest. We’ve been together day by day, We’ve said the much we had to say; We’ve known each other through and through. In studious and in social view. We’ve loved our teachers, praised their law, Revered them, too. but not with awe: We’ve dearly prized Saint Xavier’s School,— Oh may our lives go by its rule! Oh, farewell, Alma Mater true! Farewell, a long farewell to you! Adieu, our schoolmates cherished dear; We envy you your coming year. Farewell each dear, familiar spot,— The schoolroom, classroom, garden-plot! Our hearts their grateful love can tell In only one sad word—Farewell! 24 HELEN TERESA CALLAHAN. THE FRANCESCA CLASS MOTTO. “ Quisrmutrmmi 3lurrs Hirtutis.” jHESE three words, the motto of the class of ’06, Saint Xavier’s Academy, are brimful of meaning. In-deed, it would be difficult to express in any other three words so much that is grand and good. In every human heart there is much selfishness, envy and jealousy, covetousness and avarice, and all these are signs of a strong desire in our innermost being to acquire the goods of this world and to hold them exclusively. Material wealth, physical beauty and intellectual powers are so many objects of ambition among the worldly-wise. Among such, however, as have learned to prize “the one thing necessary,” virtue is the highest good; this is, moreover, the treasure that is beyond the reach of thief, the gnawing of moth and the corroding of rust. Neither is it a dormant treasure: it flowers and blooms, it unfolds its rich and varied hues, it casts its fragrance on the breeze for the pleasure, the edification of every passer-by. Virtue like mercy, is twice blest; it blesseth him that gives and him that takes.” It may be alleged that our motto is too pretentious, that our resolve to spread about us the flowers of virtue is assuming to give what it were vanity to declare we possess. The standard we set ourselves is, it is true, high, but our preparation for the accomplishment of the lack is, it must also be admitted, long and thorough. VVe are about to graduate from a Catholic high school; this means that, for at least four years, we have received religious training in school as well as at home. Indeed, most of us have been thus favored since we first went to school. Consequently, the Church, our teachers, our parents, our friends 25 THE FRANCESCA and acquaintances have a right to expect much from us. If there be any to hold up a high standard of Christian life in the parishes of the diocese, they are, beyond a doubt, the young lady graduates, the alumnae of St. Xavier’s. When, therefore, we exhort one another, in our class motto to scatter the flowers of virtue, we are only inciting ourselves to what should be, to what is expected from us. It is hoped that not one of us will ever fall short of the beautiful ideal embodied in “Disseminemus flores virtutis.” Through love for our Alma Mater, as well as through family pride and self-respect, we shall, with Heaven's blessing, approach as near as possible to the standard set forth in our motto. Of each one in the class of ’06. which is numbered as the fifty-fourth class which has bid its sad farewell to the dear “old” convent of Mercy, may it be possible for some future historian of St. Xavier's Alumnae to record. “Dissem-inaverunt omnium flores virtutum. BESSIE GERMAINE BYRNE. 0as Erlto aits hrr Srr. ES gab unserer Klasse ein sehr grosses Yergnugen als wir zum ersten mal eine Reise zusammen machten. ___________ Es war im frohligen Monat Juni in deni jahr 1905. gerade als die Scliule fur die Ferien geschlossen war. Wir freuten uns auf dem neun und zwansigsten, den wir dacbten kam nie. Aber er kam doch und der Sonnenschein dabei. Um acht uhr morgens versamnielten wir, und jetzt fur eine grosse zeit. Nun aber habe ich noch. nicht gesagt wohin wir gehen woll-ten. Es war nach New Port, einem Platz den Sie alle gut kennen. Wir nahmen das Dampboot um neun uhr. Ich brauche 26 THE FRANCESCA Ilmen gewiss nicht zu sagen das wir nicht auf einen Platz blieben. Wir haben alles gesehen was ansehen wert war. Die Seefahrt war prachtvoll, und als wir urn elf uhr in New Port ankamen waren wir recht hurigrich. In Newport war eine Schwester die wir kannten und die wir an eine lange zeit nicht gesehen hatten; jetzt war unsere grosse Gelegenheit dazu. Wir machten unseren Weg zum Kloster, und sehr war die Yerwunderung der lieben Mutter als sie neun wohlbekannte Gesichter sah. Das wir willkom-men waren nahm uns nicht eine sehr lange zeitauszufinden. Wir wurden herzlich emfangen, und angenehm war die Stunde die da verging. Nun gingen wir sogleich ans Gestade, wo wir unsere Er-frishungen assen. Eine von uns hatte eine Camera, und so wurden alle unsere Rilder genommen. Wir gingen fur eine zeit am Ufer herum, und bald wurden wir mude. Wir nahmen eine Droschke und haben solch ein Vergnugen gehabt das wir nie vergessen wer-den. Wir sind um die Stadt herum gefahren, haben die schone Platze angesehen, und jetzt dachten wir das es bald zeit war wieder nach Providence zurtick zufahren. Wir gingen ins Pchiff und es dauerte nicht lang bis wir fort fuhrten. Jetzt fmg eine audere gute zeit an. obschon wir sehr mude waren. Wir gingen oben auf im Schiffe und erzahlten Gesch-ichten und sangen welche Lieder die wir in und aus der Schule gelerut hatten. Langsam, aber zu schnell fur uns kamen wir wieder Heim. Es war gegen acht uhr als wir wieder bei-unsere Beliebten waren. Dieses Abenteuer war unser erstes, aber, lasset uns hoffen, nicht das letzte. Mann sagt das ein guter Aufang kein schlechtes ende macht. Unsere Reise ist eine der vergangenheit in ihrem Vorkom-men, aber ihre Andenken wird stets unter den angenehmsten Erinnerungen unser gluckliche Schulzeit auf Saint Xavier’s sein. 27 GERTRUDE A. TEN BRINK. THE FRANCESCA ADDRESS TO UNDERGRADUATES. Y children, listen and you shall hear the farewell wisdom of the most renowned and glorious class that ever graced this school! Four long years we have honored it with our presence and we have tried to imprint upon your minds the absolute necessity of following our example. We have been disappointed in our efforts, but, as with age grows wisdom, now we know that we were ever an exception. Who could work such wonders? Who could do what we have done? In triumph we answer,—none but ourselves. To you, the coming seniors, we desire to offer a little advice, and we hope that you will strive to the best of your scanty abilities to occupy our places, although, of course, we realize that you can never attain to the sublime heights which we have reached. We deem it not necessary to allude to the question of evading lessons, or extending the study periods, for you. we must acknowledge, are masters of the art. We hope to see in the next year that decorous and modest deportment of which we have always given so brilliant and illustrious an example and which you so sadly lack. Concerning the entertainments we would say a word, those which you will attempt to produce instead of our most notable performances. Well, little ones, do the best you can. and if your audiences do not shower you with the flattery you crave, try not to be down-hearted and jealous, because they have been elevated by our select talents to a higher standard than your poor exertions can ever hope to climb. The future juniors we charge to try to follow slowly the steps that we have traced and to aspire to the laurels that we have won. We command you to show to your seniors a trifle more respect than they have shown to theirs, but while we warn you to be careful of your manner, you need not, for a moment, 28 THE FRANCESCA imagine that we do not notice how very far from the portals of reason you are. You are young and silly, and doubtless your heads are much inflated with self-conceit, so. by the time you have scaled our walls you will understand how insignificant you now are. It would be well for you to have a model to which you might lift your eyes. You surely have one in the class of 1906. To the youngsters, those mere nobodies, the freshmen of the High School, we think it best to extend a few well-meant words. We emphatically request you to consider the many times we have been forced to observe your childish pranks, and to reflect we were not in the kindergarten. We sincerely hope that our conduct has somewhat modified your boistrous tendencies. Regarding respect, we are capable of saying nothing to you. In that you have always been leaders, and we wish only that in the approaching years your juniors may be as gracious to you as you have been to us. And now. beloved graduates of 1906, we must look to ourselves for the perfections we fail to find in others. We have amongst us learning, magnetism, beauty, health, happiness and every requisite of an ideal life, so we can easily perceive our superiority and with one glad song can say.—there was never a class like 1906. We are about to depart. The farewells are on our lips, but before we go, dear girls, in all sincerity, the class of 1906 wish you all possible blessings and success. Success! Ah, may it come to each of you in abundance, and may you reach that goal only to find there the real victory for which you battled ! 29 MARY CATHERINE FOLEY. THE FRANCESCA OUH LIBRARY. NE of the most pleasurable and most profitable apartments of our Academy Is the dearly loved sunny library. It is within those walls that our many and true friends are collected, and where the girls of all classes delight in assembling to talk over much of their reading mat- ter. This apartment is now well equipped and furnished, and is an honor as well as a benefit to the school. Besides the books contained in the cases, the room can boast of a quite complete librarv of reference, in the Encyclopedia Britannica, the Century Dictionary, and other similar works of smaller fame. The cases with which the walls are lined, are sectioned ofif into such divisions as. (i) Standard Fiction, (2) Popular Fiction, (3) School and Reference, (4) History and Biography, (5) Miscellaneous, and last but by no means least. (6) Religion. To further the students’ interest in the library, it is constantly supplied with several up-to-date magazines, containing all the current news at home and abroad. The library room is in itself a delight and a maker of memories. The long reading table in the middle of the room can tell its own story of class meetings, where business and pleasure were marvellously combined. The easy chairs round about were attractive refuges with a book, or drawn together for a tete-a-tete. But now let 11s consider to whom we are indebted for much that the library is. Frequently, when some good has been bestowed upon us, we are so absorbed in the gift, we are apt to forget to whom we should extend our hearty thanks. For this great benefit we should express our sincere gratitude to our Right Reverend Bishop, lie has been the library’s special patron since his coming to Providence; even munificent have been his donations to its shelves, for some large tomes of great value have been his gifts as well as many smaller ones. It is most fitting that the steel engraving of the Right Reverend Bishop which is in the library should be there to bespeak his devotion to its interests; the room is. as it were, honored with his presence. annie i.ouise smith. 30 THE FRANCESCA CLASS PROPHECY. Slrurrics. UX femina facti” was the subject of my reveries. This was probably so because the members of my class were girls. Twenty-five years have passed since I saw those words in Virgil's “Aeneid.” But the seed sown at St. Xavier’s had taken root. This dreaming, as some might call it. was in keeping with the day. which was beautiful and inviting, or, in other words, a balmy day. as Christian Reid says. I was suffering from the “bacteria of fatigue.” so I decided to take a stroll and visit some of my friends. I walked on leisurely when suddenly I heard a lady calling to a child. Evidently it was in German. I glanced at her intuitively. She was of about middle age. short and stout, and in appearance certainly Dutch. The child, whom she addressed, was called Gretchen Tenbrink Schmidt. I crossed the street, and the lady looked at me. As I passed she pronounced my name. I returned. It was my former classmate, Gertrude Tenbrink. The world was dealing fairly with her. She was married to a German and was the happy possessor of four smiling children. She was delighted, she said, to know that I had come to Germantown, New York, to study the customs of the Dutch. I inquired about her husband. “Oh, he is an ideal husband,” she said. He is forever ‘accentuating his powers of observation.’ There have been no aqueous precipitations’ in this city for a month and we are sadly in need of them.” The same Gertrude, always talking at random. I hope her children will be different. Little thought does Gertrude now give to the time when she was studying Virgil. Does she know when the gates of Troy were opened or anything about the confusion of the city? I learned from Gertrude that our friend and schoolmate, Anna Smith, was living in Concord, the home of so many lit- 31 THE FRANCESCA erarv persons. She had imbibed the fault of the time, namely, independence, and would rather “paddle her own canoe.” She told me later she had prayed that God might give her the grace of a religious vocation, but it was not for her. After leaving St. Xavier's, she learned bookkeeping, but as that was not sufficiently remunerative, she began a special work of keeping notes; something I never heard of before. She had about fifty .notebooks, kept in good order and always ready on time. How pleased our dear chemistry teacher would be if she knew this! Anna's great tendency was to let things go as they please. I asked what had ever changed her. “Well,” she said, I controlled my emotions. Yes, it was merely self-control. Like Franklin, I owe my success in life to self-control. Yes. most assuredly. You know that was preached into us at St. Xavier s.” I could not dismiss the thought of these happy meetings during my journey from Concord to Boston, where 1 anticipated an enjoyable evening at the theatre. “The Merchant of Venice” was being played. Portia was a woman of noble bearing and stately carriage. Xerissa, her companion, was a slight young woman. She was very attractive. Something in her grace and manner absorbed my attention. When she spoke she remained no longer incognito. It was our Bessie, who, fond of society and friends, was as lovable as ever. I saw no one but Bessie that evening. When she appeared on the stage, 1 was all alert; when she made her exit, she was still before my mind. Bessie had changed. The many trials through which she had passed had only brought out her noble character. She was a woman, not a wax doll, and no longer shirked her duty. She never liked school and could waste more time talking than any of us. She was, as she often said, the parrot of our class. Through it all she was cheerful. Bessie always remembered “the world is very much like a looking-glass: laugh at it and it laughs back; frown at it. and it frowns in return.” Two days later I received a card on which was written the name Mary McCarthy. After it came the person herself. She was now a prim little schoolmistress, and one f the best 32 THE FRANCESCA teachers of mental arithmetic in Providence. Mary had written several articles on how it should be taught, its essentials, and concentration. She was also an authority on child-study. 1 expected that Mary would have had a companion in life long before this time, but her case was, “ 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.” I had never been in New Bedford, so I determined to spend a short time in the hospital there. As I proceeded through the different wards. I saw one familiar face and recognized my former classmate, Alice McNally. Hers was a true vocation, alleviating the sufferings of others by her cheerfulness and steadfastness to duty. Here she could admirably practice self-control, for which she was ever remarkable at St. Xavier’s. She had still a longing for Bay view. Alice was always a perfect lady, considerate of everyone. Many a time she redeemed our good name. She was quiet and fond of all her teachers. “Still waters run deep,” is the old saying. Alice was never afraid of doing right, whatever might be the consequence. Her motto was love of excellence. Although she was not secretive in school, I never knew it was her desire to be a nurse. May she always persevere in her chosen work. “Perfect woman, nobly planned. To warn, to comfort and command, And yet a spirit still and bright, With something of an angel bright.” With these words came the thought of Mary Foley. Years ago Mary entered the religious life. She heeded the call. Her lot is to be envied, walking in the narrow path of self-sacrifice and duty. But our Lord has blessed her a hundred fold. Her peaceful countenance shows this. “Prepare thy work, and do the duty that lies nearest thee,” were always her reminder. Gloom and melancholy were never in her experience. Her brightness diffused itself not only over her own life, but over the lives of all with whom she came in contact. She was the cream of unselfishness. Everything she did manifested her complete forgetfulness of self. 33 THE FRANCESCA Helen Callahan was living in the city,—married, of course. She had a magnificent home, all that money could buy. Was she ever vain or proud of all this? No, she was too good a Catholic and was occupied with kindness and liberality. By her almsgiving and good example she was blessed in this world. When I visited her, she reclined on a sofa dressed in the height of fashion. Her surroundings displayed wealth and taste. Did all this make her haughty? No; by her prayers and good works she kept down the unbecoming spirit. Yet how different all this scene from that of our dark-eyed Mary! “Miss Charlotte Egan given a reception was written in the daily journal. Lottie was a leader of society and never wearied of it. Many a time I thought Lottie would enter the convent for love of some Sister, but her disposition was not inclined toward that life. Did Lottie ever say to herself, “Wherefore am I in the world? What am I to do? Her life drifted on in pleasure until she came to the right place. In society was her motto, “Disseminemus flores virtutis.” It was always her desire to be a dignified woman who could command respect. I have heard that she speaks French fluently. She has changed then. These words I would say to Lottie: “Thou cam’st not to thy place by accident, It is the very place God meant for thee.” Mary O’Hare, the apple of my eye, is the last of my classmates. Like Bernard of old, she realized the value of life, and often came the question, “Ad quid venisti?” For what purpose art thou here? She is now a Sister of Mercy in Baltimore, scattering flowers of virtue everywhere, and her good heart wins many souls to God. For three years Mary struggled with herself against the divine call. She had not sufficient moral courage to do what she knew was right. Like Minerva she was ever wise in her advice and very prudent and discreet in her actions. The following words may be written in her life: 34 THE FRANCESCA Not stirring words nor gallant deeds alone. Plain, patient work fulfilled that length of life; Duty, not glory; service, not a throne. Inspired her effort, set for her the strife.” I was aroused from my thoughts by the exceedingly loud striking of the clock. I was only day-dreaming, or, as might be said, erecting “castles in Spain,” to which weakness girls are subject. I have planned for everyone but myself. The future alone will disclose that. I am striving “esse quam videri.” We are still school girls, with the burden of life before us. Let us turn the magic lantern upon ourselves and say: One by one thy duties wait thee. Let thy whole strength go to each; Let not future dreams elate thee. Learn thou first what each can teach.” ELEANOR ROSALIE HAGERTY. 35 THE FRANCESCA HIGHER THAN THE CHURCH. ifrrr (Translation from tlir (grrtnan. T was a warm, sultry day in the year 1511, when a kind elderly gentleman was seen approaching with a firm but slow step towards the Cathedral Square. He had a noble mien and one could perceive at a glance that he was kind, for his face had a fatherly expression. Are you anxious to know who this pleasant old gentleman was? Well, I will tell you. It was the Emperor Maximilian, who. tired out by anxiety and business affairs, had come to the little town of Breisach, which was his favorite resort when in need of rest. As the Emperor neared the Cathedral, he saw two very pretty children digging in the soft ground. He was so pleased with their looks that he asked his private secretary, who was with him, to whom the children belonged. He then approached the children, and soon learned they were Hans Liefrink and Mary Ruppacher. aged twelve and eight respectively. They were so busy with their work they did not notice the Emperor until he addressed them. Hans was always a bright little fellow, so it did not take him very long to control himself, and with a bright smile said, “We are planting a rosebush to the dear Lord:’’ which was in response to the question w hat they were doing, put by the Emperor. All this time Mary, being rather timid, stood speechless, and in her childish way bit at her apron to such an extent that she chewed a h6le in it. Hans was asked if the little girl was his sister. He answered. “No,” that she was his neighbor, Mr. Ruppacher’s child, who was the alderman of Breisach, a very rich man. Hans said further that some day, when he became big and had a knife, he was going to marry Mary. Thus answered, the Emperor inquired was it necessary to have a knife in order to marry Mary? Hans answered that 36 THE FRANCESCA his father was. during his lifetime, a great artist and had made his living by carving; too, that his mother had once said that if he wished to become rich, he must learn to carve as his father and uncle before him had done, as artists; also that he must be rich some day to marry Mary; that these were the conditions required for marrying an alderman’s daughter. To be sure, the future was not very bright for poor Hans, deprived as he was of his father, and it was all his mother could do by means of sewing, to keep the little home together. Hans told all this to the Emperor, who listened with deep interest; he favored the bright little fellow, as we can easily imagine. He gave him a beautifully carved knife, with many blades. Hans was speechless with delight; he did not know how to thank the good, kind Emperor, and when the Emperor, in addition presented him with a well-filled leather pocket-book, the poor little fellow beamed with joy. The Emperor, when giving Hans the money, told him to use it for no purpose other than his education. The Emperor spoke of Albert Durer, the great artist, and he encouraged Hans to go to him to finish his education. Hans did save the money; later we shall learn what a great help it was to him. It was not very long before the news of the Emperor’s kindness to Hans spread throughout the little village of Breisach; many were unkind enough to say that he was bold and “no wonder, he gained the good-will of the Emperor.’’ You will readily understand, kind reader, that it was jealousy that prompted the people to speak thus. This all happened on that warm, sultry day on which we described the casual meeting with the Emperor near the Cathedral Square. It was his last day in Breisach, for after his rest, he returned to his duty and active life, a life of anxiety, for, at this time, the Franco-Prussian war was at its height. Only a few days had elapsed. Mary and Hans were very busy around the rose tree; the sound of the cathedral bell reached their ears, and Hans asked the reason it was ringing at this unusual hour. The people looked at him in amazement, and asked him if he had not heard the sad news: ‘‘The Emperor is dead.” 37 THE FRANCESCA His death was felt very much by all the people at Breisach, but two young hearts were more affected than the rest, I Ians Liefrink and Mary Ruppacher. All Hans could say was, “The Emperor cannot come again,” but Mary, always ready to console, said, “But God will not forget us.” These few words renewed Hans' courage; lie could not forget the good, kind Emperor, so gracious to Mary arid himself only a few weeks before. Hans had told the Emperor on that never to he forgotten day that when he became an artist and desired to carve an image of God, he would take him for his model, and Mary would be his Madonna. These words, said in all childish earnestness, were some day to prove quite true. Years passed, and the children grew on. Meanwhile Mary lost her mother; I Ians, his also. This loss left Hans alone in the world, and many a time he cried out in deep sorrow. “O my Emperor, my good Emperor, why did you die?” During these years the little rosebush thrived. The two friends were often found seated near it, enjoying each other’s company. Mary ever encouraged Hans; she was the only one to give him a kind word. This happiness, however, was not of long duration for Hans. It so happened that Mr. Ruppacher discovered that Hans and Mary saw each other too frequently, and as he did not have much respect for Hans, whom he called a vagrant, and many other unkind names; and since he was the son of a poor woman and a foreigner as well, he decided to end their intimacy. Mary was often scolded by her father and was forbidden to see Hans at all. This was a sore trial for each, hut did it end their friendship? The time finally had come for Hans to go to Durer, but he must see Mary and tell her his plans: that lie was going to Durer, become great at his art. and that some day he would return and ask for her in marriage. It was hard for Mary to favor his going; he told her it was better so; that he hoped by so doing he would acquire that which would make him famed as a great artist. The morning of his departure came. After putting his few 38 THE FRANCESCA little belongings together, the most valued among which included the knife and money which the Emperor had given him years before (for he was now quite a young man). Hans thought he should see Mary once more, and so he studied his opportunity. As he neared the house, he looked in vain for her; all was dark and lonely looking: this did not by any means dismay him: he would see her; he must see her. How could this be brought about? He knew. He composed his first love song; he bided his time; he sang it under Mary’s window in soft, gentle tones. He then quickly withdrew to within sight of her house to see the object of his love and life. From her window Mary, with tears in her eyes, watched him and waved her sad farewell until he was out of sight: she then turned sadly away and the world seemed a blank to her. Hans arrived at the studio of Durer, where he soon gained the friendship and admiration of his teachers. Here we will leave him. During this period of time, he was unable to see or even hear from the object of his love; however, he was hopeful, for he knew Mary was “true blue. He was stout of heart and persevered until he had made himself “a great artist. Mary became very depressed. She who was always so bright and happy grew pale and thin. Many people who had known her from childhood remarked that she looked as the saints in Heaven were painted. She did not go anywhere like other young folks. Her one pleasure was to care for the rosebush as if it were a dear friend, and, indeed, it was to her. One day, as she was sitting in her simple room, she. sad and lonely, decided to make her “last will and testament. Her thoughts reverted as usual to Hans, who,—allow me— I surmise was at the same time thinking of her. In her will she stated that if anything should happen to her, she desired to be buried near the rose tree, and if Hans should ever return, he was to be told that she was faithful to him to the end. While in this mood, she was roused by a voice very familiar to her; she listened: yes. she was sure ; it was that of Hans Liefrink. With one bound she was alive to her surroundings, 39 THE FRANCESCA and in a short time was in the fond embrace of her long-looked-for friend. The greeting over, they thought of their rosebush, and to it they directed their steps as to a sympathetic friend, and there gave utterance to their mutually pent-up feelings during their too-long separation. Hans told Mary about his work at Durer’s; that his name was held in honor by his master: that he had heard that a new altar was to be designed and built for the Cathedral; that he had come to compete for the work and he felt that were he successful, her father would then favor him. “Oh Hans, do you really believe my father will relent,” said Mary anxiously? Mary was doubtful, but Hans was full of hope. After leaving Mary Hans directed his steps to his little house (which was the only thing his mother had left him), and he at once turned it into a workshop. For many days he worked over a design. At last he had it completed. He brought it over to the town hall where all the councilmen were assembled, and asked the janitor if he would kindly tell the alderman, Mr. Ruppacher, that he, Hans Liefrink, would like to speak with him for just one moment. The janitor did what Hans requested, but the alderman refused to see him. However, this did not discourage Hans; he would not be turned away. He then sent up his papers to the councilmen asking that at least they might look at them. As a votith, Hans had been a brave little fellow and was not easily daunted: this trait became marked in him. He knew he had just as much right to try his skill at the contest as any one else, so he determined that they would, at least, look at his work. At last the plan was looked over and it was examined by all the councilmen, who pronounced it the best design yet presented. Mr. Ruppacher, however, grudged one word in its favor. Several davs went by : Hans still worked in his little house. One day he heard a great cry of rejoicing; he hastened to the window to see what it was all about, and to his great surprise, he discovered there was a crowd of people coming toward his door. They came as a procession, headed by the councilmen,. 40 THE FRANCESCA to tell him that his plans had been accepted. To be sure, this was delightful news for Hans; he thanked the coun-cilmen to the best of his ability, and after the crowd had dispersed, he at once went over to the house of Mr. Ruppacher to ask him for his daughter’s hand, feeling sure that he would not be refused now that he had received, not alone work but the contract for designing the altar. After serious reflection Mr. Ruppacher told Hans that he would give him his daughter on condition that he would erect an altar “higher than the church.” Now if that were put to you or me, kind reader, we would lose heart, and Hans, too, for the first time lost some of his buoyancy, and quite depressed he left Mary's house that day. Her father had asked for something which, at the time, seemed impossible. While his heart was heavy the thought of the good, kind Emperor came to his mind, and he cried out as if for aid. “O my good, good Emperor, why did you die?” Discouraged, he wended his way to the rosebush which he and Mary had baptized the “Emperor’s Tree.” Often while Hans was away did Mary seek comfort in the same sequestered nook, and now Hans in his hour of grief seemed also to look to the tree for sympathy and aid. While Hans sat in deep thought, his head was struck, and turning around, he discovered that a branch of the tree had worked itself out of a niche in the wall, and the limb bowed very gracefully in the breeze. Hans became suddenly thoughtful watching the limb of the tree swinging to and fro. With a cry of joy, he sprang up and hastened homeward. He had, in truth, received inspiration and aid from his rosebush. Day in and day out he worked, on what no one knew, for he did his work in secret. During this time he did not see Mary, for her father had sent her to a convent school to finish her education. But poor Hans made no effort to see her; he was too busy with the work before him, and with the one thought that at its completion he would obtain Mary. After two years the great altar was finished. For three days the church door was closed to all people: Hans was busy 41 THE ERAXCESCA placing the altar in position, which was, with the help of God, the means of giving him the great happiness he had long waited for. The altar erected, it stood exactly one foot higher than the church ; the cross surmounting it was bent just as the limb of the “Emperor's Tree. which struck Hans on the day when he felt that all hopes of obtaining Mary’s hand had been crushed. The day which was set for the consecration of the altar was no other than the beautiful feast of our Blessed Mother, I he Assumption.” On that day crowds of people came to see it. It was greatly admired and praised by all, every one was desirous of seeing the master of such elegant workmanship, for it was such as the people of Breisach had never seen before. When the crowd left the church Hans’ cup of happiness was full. He, Mr. Ruppacher, had, after the High Mass was over, tried to induce his daughter (whom he allowed to return home from the convent for the consecration of the altar) to leave the church, but the crowd being so great they remained behind, and so enabled Hans to reach them. Many people remarked that the beautiful picture over the altar resembled Mary Ruppacher very much; and too, they noticed the resemblance of the painting of our Lord to the dead Emperor. However, little was said on the subject until they asked Hans if he had Mary and the Emperor in mind when he designed those pictures. Hans said that he knew not two more worthy to take as models than the late Emperor Maximilian I and Mary Rap-pacher. My readers will recall that Hans had conceived this idea as a child. Hans now approached Mr. Rappacher and with a calm but firm voice asked him if he had forgotten his promise of two years ago. “I have fulfilled my part of the conditions,” said Hans, “so now you must keep yours also.” Mr. Rappacher was spellbound. He soon controlled himself, however, and taking Mary by the hand said, “Here is my child whom I love very much. Take her, for a Rappacher has never broken his word.” At this point there was great rejoicing. 42 THE FRANCESCA Hans then explained to all present how the “Emperor s Tree had taught him a lesson which proved beneficial both to himself and to Mary. He also thanked our Blessed Mother for his great success, as it was on her feast that the goal of his desires was reached. The excitement of a few short weeks is over, but now let us carry our story on to three weeks later. A crowd of people again fill the Cathedral; the joyful sound of the church-bell is heard. It is calling the faithful, not to the dedication of the beautiful altar, which was now placed in the Cathedral, but to the wedding of Mary Ruppacher and Hans Liefrink. Every one was pleased with the result of this friendship of Mary and Hans, which had lasted since childhood. Even Mr. Ruppacher had to admit that he was quite contented with the turn of affairs, and the councilmen, who took such an interest in Hans and his work at the time when his friends were few, insisted on not only paying him a small fortune for his work of erecting such a grand altar, but also wished to defray the wedding expenses. Poor Hans had a sadly eventful youth, but he reaped from a sturdy and persevering character well merited deserts. We leave our respected and honored friend with his nobly won bride, living in the greatest happiness, at peace with our “relented” Mr. Ruppacher and the world at large. BESSIE G. BRYNE, ’06. I beg to apologize for the above rendering. Those who have had the pleasure of reading Holier als die Kirche” will at once recognize the wide liberty I have taken in my version. B. B. 43 THE E RAX C ESC A CLASS ODE. The end has come in these sweet June days, And we sadly breathe our parting lays; Teachers, scholars, classmates, all Bravely give the farewell call; In the ink of tears shall we note the day When we sadly parted from S. X. A. REFRAIN. Oh, when the world shall link each name With virtuous life and manners fine. The teacher shall assert her claim. And proudly whisper, “These were mine.” With pleasant memories we each did part. And gave the thanks of a grateful heart. Now that we all are going away. Our long and sad farewell we say. REFRAIN. Oh, may the world but link each name With virtuous life and manners fine; Saint Xavier’s then may lay her claim. And proudly whisper, “These were mine.” Mary Genevieve McCarthy. 44 THE FRANCESCA THIRD YEAR. Madeline Sullivan Margie Galligan Anna Tague Agnes Douglas Mary Gardner Catherine Brown (Elasairal anil Englialt. Elizabeth Reed Martina Clarke May Harrington Nora Gearin Madeline McCardell Mary Forbes SECOND YEAR. (Classical anil English Mary Harrold Margaret Hayes Bertha O’Neil Irene Oates Anna Mahoney Eileen O’Connor Margaret West Florence Good Sarah McKenna Eugenia Toohey Alice Gorman Anna McMahon Grace O'Leary Sarah Braney Cora Sweet Catherine Smith Marguerite Gray Helen McGarry Grace Warburton SECOND YEAR. Jennie Sherry Catherine Croke Gertrude Horbert Martha Devine Alice McKivergan (Cnmmrrrtal. Mary McGuire Mary McElroy Anna Deegan Mary Mooney Rose McManus 45 THE FRANCESCA FIRST YEAR. —P-------- (Hassiral auh fcmtlisli. Marie Daley Catherine Gillbane Helen Mahoney Anna Foley Francis Cooper Margaret Scannell Mary Heffernan Laura Costello Isabella Devine Regina O’Rork Bessie McCarthy May Lough ran Lena McCormick Philomena Palizza Catherine McKitchen Anna Walker Anna Luby Veronica McTernan Bessie Daley Madeline Fox Bessie McGuire Nina Drury Alice Dawson Bessie Reddy Anna Driscoll Mary Moran FIRST YEAR. Agnes Powers Bessie Russell Man- O’Connor Helen Gearin Bridget Dennigan Mary Gillen Mary Kavanagh (Cnmrorrrial. Mary Greenan Marie Zarits Catherine Coutanche Loretto Quinn Agnes Kennedy Margaret Roarke Anna Grant 46 THE FRANCESCA GRINDS. At times a portrait in a line; At others, opposites combine. Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year.” —C. Egan, ’06. C’est un parleur etrange.” ■“A woman on to duty.” —B. Byrne, ’06. To take things easy and let them go;” Yes, that’s Annie, most assuredly so.” —A. Smith. ’06. “No words sufficient the secret soul to know, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.” ‘Have sense.” —M. Foley, ’o6. “Soap may be made into door-stays.” —M. O’Hare, ’06. “Laugh and grow fat.” ““Still waters run deep.” —H. Callahan, ’06. “When I shun Scylla, I fall into Charvbdis.” “Ich liebe dick Come tell me quick Si vous m’aimez Possum te amare.” —G. Tenbrink, ’06. “For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.” “Pie isn’t conducive to health.” —E. Hagerty, ’o6. “Found! A pocketbook in the waste basket.” —M. McCarthy, ’o6. “She likes to play the violin.” —A. McNally, ’o6. “The true beginning of her end.” —S. Teresa. “Tho’ lost to sight to memory dear.” A. Corcoran. ’o6. M. Schofield, ’o6. “Sweet are the uses of adversity. —March 15, 1906. “Life is like a game of whist.”—George Eliot. Our game????!!!! ““As merry as the day is long.” 47 —M. Sullivan, ’07. THE FRANCESCA “Rosy checks and lips of red Show the effects of mother’s bread.” —M. Galligan, '07. “Brevity is the soul of wit—therefore, be brief.” “What kind of nuts do you prefer, Annie? Doughnuts?” —A. Tague, ’07. “I am slow of study.” “High heel shoes are hard to wear.” —A. Douglas. 07. “If you are waking call me early.” —S. Braney, ’08. A. Douglas, ’07. “Her siucerest laughter with some pain is fraught.” —Mary Gardner, ’07. “Standing with reluctant feet Where the brook and river meet.” —K. Brown, ’07. “Behind the mischievous there is sense.” —E. Reed, ’07. “Oh, be merry!” M. Clark, ’07. “Woman's at best a contradiction still.” —M. Harrington, ’07. “She never did any harm.” —M. McCardell. ’07. “How reverend is the face of this tall girl.” —N. Gearin, ’07. “Fain would I climb yet I fear to fall.” —M. Forbes, ’07. “A spirit fit to start an empire.” —M. Hayes, ’08. “My heart is true as steel.” —I. Oates, ’08. “I’m neither cross nor proud.” —S. McKenna, ’08. “A thin slip of a girl like a new moon Sure to be rounded with beauty soon.” —G. O’Leary, 08. “ 'Tis a rare bird in the land.” “I was no surer of sunrise than of her coming. —M. Harrold, ’08. “Two of one mind, and that mind dutiful.” M. West and B. O’Neil, ’08. “I count you happy starred. “A ministering angel thou.” —A. Mahoney, ’08. “Genteel in personage. Conduct and equipage.” —E. O’Connor, ’08. “What news have you from Florence?” F. Good, ’08. “A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.” —E. Tooiiey, ’08.. 48 THE FRANCESCA “Oh, do you remember sweet Alice? A. Gorman, 08. “This will never do!” —A. McMahon, ’08. “Of all the girls that are so sweet. There’s none like pretty Sally.” —S. Braney, '08. “I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.' “There will be great doings when C. becomes a senior.” —C. Sweet, '08. “A still, small voice.” —K. Smith, ’08. “What does it matter. Margaret?” “O sweet leisure, did I ever abuse you?” —M.-Gray. ’08. “ Tis Ellen or an angel sings.” —E. McGarry, ’08. “Happy am I: from care I am free. Why aren’t they all contented like me. —M. Maguire, Com. ’06. “Short and sweet. —M. McElroy, '08, and M. Forbes. 07. Young in limbs, in judgment old.” —G. Warburton. '08. “To one thing constant never.” —J. Sherry. Com., ’06. Hang sorrow,—care will kill a cat. —C. Croke. Com.. ’06. “A bright little comely girl with large dark eyes. —G. Horbert. Com., '06. “Her gentleness was equal to her youth. —M. Devine. Com.. ’06. “All graceful head so richly curled. —A. McKivergan, Com.. ’06. “A merry heart goes all the day.” —A. Deegan, Com., ’06. “A rose is sweeter in the bud than full bloom. —R. McManus, Com.. ’06. Her curly locks Hung round her face in graceful ringlets.” —M. Daley, ’09. “I worked with patience which .means almost power. —F. Cooper. 09. “I live not in myself, but I become portion of that around me.” H. Mahoney, '09. “Suffrance is the badge of all our tribe. —Freshmen. “The professor.” —M. Mooney. Com.. ’06. 49 THE FRANCESCA “Injured innocence.” —A. Foley, 09. “A student there was, of quiet ways, A student of old book and days.” —C. Gillbane, 09. “So plain, grave,- unaffected and sincere.” —M. Scannell, ’09. “Her hair is put up in some wild way.” “Ophelia comes.” —M. Heffernan, 09. “I hold it sinful to despond.” —L. Costello, ’09. “What doth she sweet child in this wicked place? —I. Devine, ’09. “Charm strikes the sight, But merit wins the soul.” “I chatter, chatter as I go.” “Be bold, but not too lx ld.” “A lover of quiet—in every way.” —R. O’Rork, ’09. —B. McCarthy, ’09. —M. Loughran, ’09. —N. Drury, ’09. “I’ll speak in a monstrous little voice.” —C. McKitchen, ’09. “Alice in wonderland.” A. Dawson, 09. “Such a fresh, blooming, chubby, rosy-cosy, modest little bud.” —B. Reddy, ’09. “As cool as a cucumber.” —M. Moran, 09. “Sing away sorrow, cast away care. —A. Powers, Com., ’09. “Impulsive, earnest, prompt to act,” —B. Russell, Com.. ’07. “She taketh most delight in music.” —M. O’Connor. “Her greatest merit was her love of learning.” —H. Gearin, Com., ’07. “Tust a dutiful little daughter.” —B. Dennigan. Com.. ’07. “So light of foot, so light of spirit.” —M. Gillen, Com., ’07. “All is concentred in a life intense.” —M. Kavanagh, Com., ’07. “Never idle a moment, but thinking and thoughtful for others.” —M. Green an. Com., ’07. “What can I say better than silence is?” —M. Zarits, Com., ’07. “Golly, ain’t I wicked!” —H. McCormick. Com., ’07. 50 THE FRANCESCA “Lovely laughter, leaps and falls Upon her lips in madrigals.” —P. Palizza, Com., ’07. “One and inseparable.” —M. Moran, ’09. —K. McKitchon, '09. “Go where glory waits thee.” —A. Walker, '09. “Yours is the charm of calm, good sense.” —A. Luby, ’09. “Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.” —Y. M’Ternan, ’09. “Her neat figure, her sober, womanly step.” —B. Daley, ’09. “Ever varying Madeleine, Airy, flitting form, now here, now there.” —M. Fox, '09. “We were two daughters of one race, But she was fairer in the face.” —M. Maguire, Com., ’06. —B. Maguire, ’09. “Independence now, independence forever.” —A. O'Driscoll, ’09. “They say she knew much that she never told.” —L. Quinn, Coni., ’07. “A good child on the whole.” —A. Kennedy, Coni.. ’07. “Not to he laughed at and scorned because little of stature.” —M. Roarke, Com., ’07. “A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance. A. Grant, Com., ’07. “Anything for a cpiiet life.” —C. Coutanche, Com., ’07. “Oh. what men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do! Freshmen. “I am too old to change.” —S. X. A. “Unto these scenes frecpiented by our feet. When we were young and life was fresh and sweet. Onines. 51 THE FRANCESCA A LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT. GERTRUDE TENBRINK, of the class of 1906, of Providence, of the state of Rhode Island and Prov-Saint Francis Xavier’s High School, of the city of idence Plantations, being endowed at the present time, as usual, with a sound mind and body, knowing that my departure from this hallowed spot is near at hand, do now. by these presents, to my teachers, class, and schoolmates make this my last will and testament. 1 st. To my French teacher I donate and bequeath my French notes, with the firm conviction that they will be carefully preserved and frequently quoted. 2nd. To my English teacher I commit my powers of observation, with the hope that they will be powerfully accent- uated. 3rd. To my Sewing teacher I entirely bequeath my needlework, desiring that it be put to an excellent use. 4th. To my Librarian I leave all my unread books, with the request that she read them for me. 5th. To my Science teacher I give my undivided attention, and to her I also bequeath all my note paper, with the firm conviction that it will be well filled. 6th. To my classmate, Mary C. Foley, I leave my tongue, resting assured that by the use of it she will readily become famous. 7th. To Bessie G. Byrne I give and devise my “dear” Latin book, knowing that I leave it in the most appreciative hands. 8th. To Annie L. Smith are consigned all my written chemistry, geology, botany and astronomy notes so that she may be deprived of the pleasure of copying them. 9th. To Helen T. Callahan I bequeath my German Grammar. fearing lest she might possibly forget the two or three dozen pages she used to delight in memorizing. THE FRANCESCA ioth. To Mary G. McCarthy T give my heart, trusting it will keep her from freezing. nth. To Charlotte L. Egan I leave my story books to be read when it is time for “work. 12th. To Mary M. O’Hare I bequeath my dearest book (I), resting assured that it will be of great advantage to her in the future. To her I also leave all the soap I may have in my possession, requesting her to use it for its proper purpose only, and not for a brick. 13th. To Eleanor R. Hagerty I leave my mental arithmetic, because she delighted so in working out most difficult problems. 14th. To Alice L. McNally, all my good manners, begging her not to change her mode of life too suddenly. 15th. To the class of 1907 T donate all my study periods, recommending them not to do too much at once. 16th. To the aforesaid class of 1907, I also leave all dignity and laurel wreaths. 17th. To the classes of 1908 and 1909 I leave the mercy of their new-coming seniors, and only hope that they will treat said classes as graciously as we have. 18th. To the incoming class of 1910 I give and bequeath the stately and honorable building, furniture, etc., the grounds, teachers, and seniors, and I do advise them to use these tender gifts to the best of their ability as it is really the last year that they will have anything to say in the matter. 19th. I hereby nominate the class of 1907 as the executors, without bonds, of this last Will and Testament and caution them to hold the trust as sacred. In witness thereof I have set my hand and seal at Providence, Rhode Island, this last day of June, in the year of Our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and six. 53 GERTRUDE A. TEX BRINK. THE FRANCESCA CLASS ECHOES. Noted for goodness and not for tricks, —The wonderful class of 1906! That’s a knot.” I think it’s not.” Yes. it’s knot.” Write a letter, taking special care as to penmanship.” Ans. A.” Astronomy teacher— Curiosity is one of the first steps to knowledge.” Response— Does not, • 'Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are,” come under that?” “It’s contrary to the laws of heraldry.” Bill, in bookkeeping class: To 2 tin pails. “ 1 wood do. 1 wooden do. “Lottie will never commit herself because she is always ready with her 'I don’t know.’ ” —Class of ’06. “What of the climate ? Sister inquired; Crocodiles,” dreaming Mary replied. —Friday morning, 06- “Now, girls,” our teacher said one day As she was obliged to step outside, While I am away on your seats please stay; About your chemistry you may confide.” Now one bright lady in our number. Who was bound her lesson to learn. Took her chair along so as not to do wrong. And this wise young lady was Bessie G-------- THE FRANCESCA How many are there, twelve or eleven, In that mischievous class of naughty-seven ? Wonders never will cease, oh, never! With 1908 class, they’ll last ever. Proposition in geometry (as written by-------------) : ‘ If the two legs of an isosceles triangle are produced, the •exterior ankles will be equal.’’ “What am I drawing now?” “The lock-step! Keep your distances.” Physical Culture. “Pourquoi riez-vous?” —Wednesday mornings. English Teacher—“Who wrote the ‘Letters of Junius’?” Pupil—“Why not Junius himself? Couldn’t he write?” {Class titter.) Devitalize!!! —Physical Culture. “That may be a good riddle in English, but it’s not in French.” —French Conversation. “Trip it, trip it as you go.” —Friday morning. “What is a satyr?” “A cruel poem upon some person or society.” —Examination (sub-division). Between the noon and the singing. When each brow is beginning to lower. Comes a rush in the day’s occupation That is known as the luncheon hour. “All.” “Hark! I have dared and done for my resting-place is found,—- The C major of this life.” —Singing Class. “Yankee Doodle came to town.” Washington's Birthday. 1903-4-5-fi. “Youth now flees on feathered foot.” —Class ’07. “Your ink sings of Helicon.” —Greek Class. ’06. “Chloriform. Mary O’Hare.” —Chemistry Class. “Oh, dear me! I wish it were half-past two.” (Seconded and passed by an unanimous vote [ ?]) Star-gazing! —Astronomy Class. 55 THE FRANCESCA Chicopee visited our singing class. She is nothing if not mew-si cal. What made Thomas Gray? Never having heard of a certain Longfellow. “Who opened the gates of Troy?” —4 h Latin. “Girls, these notes are in French.” 4 Latin. “These are the times that try girls’ souls. —Class ’o6_ “Forsan et haec olim menunisse juvabit.” Perhaps Bessie. Perhaps! perhaps!!!! “Trip it, trip it as you go On the light, fantastic toe.” Physical Culture. “Plying her needle and thread.” —Sewing Class.. “Remove not the ancient landmark.” —Old Building. THE FACULTY. “These were honored in their generation.” We are prohibited use of names! “For this one year, at least,” so claims Our Faculty itself with single voice; And yet they wish our work success! rejoice Forsooth, that we alone, attained so far! Say that our glimmer but portends a star! And all such flattering words they give, And make predictions how our work shall live— Without a faculty: that means old age; It means not youth and glorious heritage Of years; and yet we must obey; And yet—and yet—we have one word to say Spite all prohibitions: we can prove The Faculty (of which we speak not!!) we all love.. We are prohibited use of names ! “ For this one year, at least,” so claims. 56 THE FRAXCESCA NOTES. We regret very much that Miss Annie Corcoran and also Miss Margaret Schofield deemed it necessary to depart from us in their last year, because they were both well liked by all the members of the class of 1906. The Undergraduates can thank the “Senior Class” for many pleasant and enjoyable hours passed in the Hall. Our class cannot forget the very kind reception given us on a visit to Newport June 20. 1905. We left Providence at 9.30 in the morning and reached Newport, rather hungry and heated, about dinner time. At once we turned our footsteps towards St. Mary’s Convent, where we visited our former Reverend Mother. Here we were refreshed by a very acceptable luncheon. Miss Mollie Johnson, at one time a member of our class,, is now teaching music. We, the class of 1906, wish her even-success. Our Whist Party, which was held in the “Holy Name Hall,” April twentieth, was a grand success. We wish to thank those who helped 11s. There was much commotion in the Junior year of the class of 1906 when a new comer appeared in our midst. A strange and quiet girl she seemed, but we have since learned that ‘hearts that are great beat never loud.” Now Miss Hagerty has won the love and admiration of all her classmates and is better known by the appellation “Scientia.” The following year the same scene was renewed when Miss McNally presented herself as a member of our renowned class. Scarce a week had passed before she was indeed a member, but sad to-relate: “She cannot love us as is our due. For sweet Alice left her heart in Bayview. THE FRANCESCA The Viscount de Fronsac. Herald-marshal of the College of Arms of Canada, has just concluded a series of lectures at St. Xavier Academy on Broad Street, upon the subject: “Heraldry in Relation to Art. Literature and History.” The Viscount is ranked as the highest authority in the Dominion upon heraldry, and he has, it is said, the best collection of genuine arms in that country.—From Providence Sunday Journal. March, 1906. On Mercy Day each year the pupils of the Academy make a pilgrimage to our Blessed Mother’s shrine in the chapel, and again on May day. Hymns are sung, and flowers are laid before the shrine. The little ceremony is very beautiful, and also very dear to our hearts. It would be lovely if one could always feel as she does on these days of dedication, which are full of spiritual joy. Entertainment at St. Xavier's May thirtieth the junior class of St. Xavier’s Academy gave an entertainment as a farewell tribute to the graduating class of 1905. The entertainment opened with an address to the seniors and in glowing terms the speaker told of their work during the past four years. The programme of exercises was as follows: Chorus, third year: address, third year; duet, Mary McCarthy and Helen Callahan; reading, Eleanor Hag-erty; solo, Mary McCarthy; “Der Faule,” Gertrude Tenbrink; reading. Bessie Byrne; “Die Lorelei,” Man- McCarthy and Gertrude Tenbrink; “The Pull Back.” third year; duet, Anna Corcoran and Eleanor Hagerty; chorus, third year. The class showed excellent talent in every number, especially in the drama entitled, “The Pull Back.” The difficult German selections, difficult of rendition, were admirably rendered. The graduates were taken completely by surprise and thanked the Juniors profusely. Miss Munnegle. in a few words expressed their gratitude, saying that though they were leaving St. 58 THE FRAXCESCA Xavier's a long remembrance would stay with the class of 1905 for their Alma Mater and for the class of 1906. Entertainment at St. Xavier’s Academy. The entertainment given by the class of 1906 in the hall of St. Xavier’s Academy. November 28. was greatly enjoyed by a large and appreciative audience of sisters and pupils. The stage was beautifully decorated with palms and potted plants and presented a charming appearance. The opening chorus, “Welcome Pretty Primrose,” was gracefully rendered by the young ladies of the academy. Miss Mary M. OTIare read “The Train to Poughkeepsie” in a very acceptable manner, and was well applauded. An instrumental duet by the Misses Eleanor Hagerty and Helen Callahan was given in a finished and accomplished style. The selection, “Billy’s Rose,” was read by Miss Bessie G. Byrne, a talented young reader, in a graceful and pathetic manner. The Misses Mary McCarthy and Helen Callahan were heard in a vocal duet. “Hark to the Mandolin.” This was Miss Callahan’s first appearance before the public, and she made a pleasing impression upon the audience. The following number on the program was a vocal solo, “Little Woodland Rose,” and was sung by Miss Mary McCarthy in her usual graceful style. The most important feature on the program was the drama “Who’s to Inherit,” given by the following young ladies in a finished and graceful way which reflects great credit upon the members of the senior class: Miss Helen Callahan. Mrs. Annersley; Miss Bessie G. Byrne, Julia Annersley; Miss Alice McNally, Peggy Hodgkins; Miss Eleanor Hagerty, Margery Muckletop; Miss Charlotte Egan, Mrs. Manfort; Miss Mary Foley, Mrs. Fitzfudge; Miss Mary McCarthy, Miss Nicely; Miss Gertrude Tenbrink, Miss Chatter: Miss Anna Smith, Miss Pry. As Mrs. Manfort, Miss Charlotte Egan deserves special mention. The part of the housekeeper taken by Miss Alice McNally as Peggy Hodgkins, was especially good, and the three young ladies, the Misses McCarthy, Smith and Ten- 59 THE FRAXCESCA brink were typical spinsters in their old-time costumes.—From Ez'cning Bulletin, November, 1905. Lectures on Heraldry. Interesting Course at St. Xavier’s Academy by Viscount dk Fronsac. An interesting course of lectures on heraldry, that has been in progress for the past five weeks, was completed at St. Xavier’s Academy this week. They were delivered by Viscount de Fronsac, Herald Marshal of the College of Arms of Ottawa, Canada, which is recognized as the highest constituted authority on the American continent on the subject of heraldry, and when any question concerning any arms borne in America is decided by him it is considered beyond appeal. His knowledge upon all matters pertaining to heraldry, its symbols and their significance is most thorough, minute and accurate, and his descriptions are given with a readiness that emphasizes his familiarity with the entire subject. Viscount de Fronsac treated the subject on the scientific side rather than the literary; tracing heraldry from the hieroglyphics of Egypt to the ranks and symbols established in the Roman Empire: thence from the days of the empire to those of Charlemagne, and thence through the Middle Ages to the present time. In distinct lectures the Viscount outlined the blazonry of America from the time of the Aztecs to the design of the United States official coat of arms, with its symbolized eagle. As an almost necessary part of the subject of heraldry he brought in the political history of Europe and showed how with heraldry grew the spirit of chivalry. In speaking of Europe in the later Middle Ages, when feudalism was at its height, he said that every other crime could be forgiven except the violation of one's oath. He then explained what that oath implied and how it was paramount to all other considerations. GO THE FRAXCESCA At all of these lectures the pupils brought in pictures and references to arms, especially as found in the literature of Scott and Shakespeare, and the Viscount, who during all his lectures had used the blackboard in the illustration of the subject. drew the outlines of all subjects as submitted and explained them. The lecturer reported a number of interesting cases in which the right of the use of certain colors has been in dispute in families. Viscount de Fronsac is to conduct a series of similar lectures in Baltimore.—From Sunday Journal, February, 1906. The Inez is a progressive and loved little monthly, issued by the members of the second year. Great pains has been taken with its articles, and it deserves a long life. Congratulations and wishes for all success to you, dear second year. The Senior class of St. Xavier’s Academy on Broad Street held a whist last evening at the parish rooms of the Holy Name parish on Jenkins Street, which proved a success in every way. Fully seventy-five tables were in play during the evening and all the young people who gathered enjoyed themselves to the utmost. Whist was indulged in until 10.45 o’clock and then a social hour was enjoyed during which refreshments were served. Later the winners of the prizes for the best scores were announced, For the men’s prize. Joseph Heffer-nan and Thomas L. HefFernan were tied with a score of forty-one, but on the draw the latter was successful and carried off the first honors. For the women’s first prize Miss Irene Carney did exceptionally well, securing a score of fifty-three and winning. The consolation prize was won by Andrew Fitzpatrick. T are Bits. Friday, apart from other days is given, during the first half of the morning, to a review of grammar studies; but at halfpast ten the gong sounds for Physical Culture exercises and we hasten to the large hall. There Miss Dodge, with her pleasant “Good morning, girls, awaits us. How glad we 61 THE FRAXCESCA are during this period! A responsive greeting brings us into line as Miss Dodge takes her place on the stage. At the sound of pretty and well-timed music, we follow, or try to follow, the graceful movements of our esteemed teacher. And. don't be shocked, we sometimes beg and actually get permission for a--------. Our period in the hall always ends with a grand march, led by two younger members, and in which many prettv steps and figures are introduced. Again in our assembly room we listen to well-rendered selections to which we always look forward so eagerly and reasonably, for Miss Dodge reads for us each Friday, a selection, whole or in part, from some standard author, or some popular poem, sometimes serious, sometimes humorous. To listen to any of these is both educative and recreative. We owe much to our lessons in physical culture and to the delightful readings. We must say good-bye to you, too. dear teacher of Friday morning. For years we have known your faithful and energetic teachings, and now we must, with reluctance, say farewell. We thank you and we leave you; others will come to fill our places. We shall envy them the many advantages and happiness of Saint Xavier's, among these, the Friday morning session. Vale. H. T. CALLAHAN. ()ne, two, three, tolls the gong. Astronomy is over. Quickly the senior class descend the staircase and take their places in the library. Ah! our teacher has already arrived. Books are set aside, for Wednesday's lesson is a test of our knowledge. Bon jour” is the watchword, the weather is commented on, and the lesson begins. Glibly flow the ques-tions from the lips of our teacher; and, with perfect accent, for Miss Thomeson is a scholarly Parisicunc. One after another in rapid successon those questions are answered. During a half-hour Miss Thomeson leads the conversation with us, and then, the tables are turned; we converse with her. Avec beaucoup dc bon volonte we each relate some past event or present occurrence or some future pleasure, and well are 2 THU FRASCESCA we repaid for our efforts. Near the conclusion of every lesson we puzzle our brains over enigmes” or “metograms.” Many times we cannot divine the answer and “sheepishly” confess ourselves beaten; but through the numerous stories which are told, especially “Ce X’est Pas Moi,” we. by our excellent translations, change nos cypres cn lauricrs. We pride ourselves in saying that we have improved remarkably since September, and why should we not under so proficient an instructor? Week after week, as the year draws near its end, our conversation-lessons become more interesting, and too swiftly draws this year to that end. Our Wednesdays are indeed numbered, for clearly do we see the fast-approaching last day. To you, also our dear French teacher, must we soon say “Farewell.” How short seems the time since we met for the first time, but so it is with all good things. In our retrospect, scarcely has September passed; but it has. and May, too, and so will June, and such a rare June, a never-to-come-again June! Oh, woe! I hear Welcome! farewell! Thus it shall ever be; Telle est la vie, With Ave! Ave! o’er and o’er. Comes “adieu! adieu!” forever more. M. M. o’HARE. There is in prospect a very fine gathering at Saint Xavier’s, a meeting on May 30th, when an Alumnae Association is to be formed. The Right Reverend Bishop will preside, and the occasion will certainly be one to be remembered. The Academy has past its fifty-fifth year of existence, and the new organization will surely prove worthy of the dear old name. 63 THE FRA.XCESCA JN UNEXPECTED VISITOR. Tuesday, the twenty-fourth of April, a delightful surprise awaited us all, through the thoughtful kindness of Mrs. John McManus, a former pupil of the Academy. Mr. J. C. Monaghan of Washington. D. C., came to lecture before the pupils of the high schools on the subject, “Italy and England.” As soon as he took his stand on the platform, he told a humorous anecdote which at once enlisted our attention. That he was ready and full with his matter we soon recognized. His diction was beautful and his manner was graceful and pleasing. In imagination, we traveled through Italy, the home of artists and of men who have done much for humanity; we met Raphael, Angelo and others of fame. He evinced his love of art and literature when he said he would willingly sacrifice the wealth of our country if he could only give to the world what Greece and Italy have given. Our lecturer dwelt incidentally upon the works of art in France, told us about its cathedral and other beautiful places of worship. To Germany also he introduced us; a place where Mr. Monaghan had lived twelve years while American Consul. He interested us deeply in these people: said their Sunday is kept as a holiday after church services, that is morning service only. The people coming out of Church is a signal for all places of amusement to be thrown open and all kinds of games are indulged in. This may be perfectly proper, being the custom of the country, but to us it seems highly improper, and would be so. “Doctors differ,” and we think with reason we rr.ay say, so-do customs. We then traveled through England which affords a striking resemblance to the United States. Mr. Monaghan greatly enhanced our estimate of the riches of our own country by telling us that we are worth twice as much as England, and this fabulous amount is one hundred and ten thousand million 64 THE FRANCESCA dollars. To think of it is perplexing. He further said that England, the country of free trade, will yet have to buy its coal from the United States. There is coal enough in the United States to last for six thousand years, while England will exhaust itself in about three hundred years, which means a verv short time in the life of a nation. It is now three hundred years since Elizabeth reigned, and it seems like yesterday in the history of England. Wednesday morning, the twenty-fifth, Mr. Monaghan came .again. He contrasted Holland and Ireland, and brought out forcibly the points of difference. The land of Holland, he said belongs to the people. Ireland is ruled by foreign landlords. A great part of Holland’s land has been snatched away from the jaws of the North Sea. The people contemplate further shutting off the Zuyder Zee by diking, and converting that section into rich agricultural lands. In Holland, everything belongs to the people; in Ireland it is just the contrary. In speaking of the Irish people, he said that they are noted for their generosity and cleverness; that the country has given great geniuses to the world. Mr. Monaghan waxed warm when speaking of Ireland’s wrongs, and showed his poetical and Celtic nature, his love of the beautiful in God’s kingdom, and for the land of his ancestors. The lectures were interspersed by fitting anecdotes facetiously told. E. R. HAGERtV. 65 NEW BOOKS. Vanity Fair ............................ by Charlotte Egan My Highland Mary ....................... by Eleanor Hagerty Elizabeth and her German Garden . .. .by Gertrude Tenbrink Outside the Metropolis ..................by Alice McNally When Greek meet Greek, by Mary O’Hare and Eleanor Hagerty The Last Word ..............................by Bessie Byrne Lowell’s Elmwood ........................by Helen Callahan Life of Rochambeau ......................by Mary McCarthy Plain Tales ................................by Annie Smith Sense and Sensibility ......................by Mary Foley In the High Valley .........................by Mary O’Hare Paradise Lost ..............................by Class of ’06 Hearts of Gold .............................by Class of ’07 Looking Backward ...........................by Class of ’08 Life in the Grades: an Anticipation Chiefly .by Class of ’09 The Last Word. “ And what is writ, is writ,— Would it were worthier!” nr, Editors. Satie jicademy BROTHERS OF THE CHRIS TIAN SCHOOL 197-205 Fountain St. J J COURSES: CLASSICAL, COMMERCIAL, EIGHTH and NINTH GRADE GRAMMAR. frs 0 n hx § t. JHarif’s Srmtnaru Bayview, on-the-Narragansett, PROVIDENCE, R. I. CONDUCTED BY SISTERS OF MERCY This institution is deltghfully situated in a picturesque part of Rhode Island, and commands a fine view of Narragansett Bay. It is within three and a half miles of the city, and is accessible by train, boat and electric car. The building is large and commodious, and supolied with all modern conveniences— electric light, steam, fire escape, and the latest sanitary improvements. The grounds are spacious and diversified, affording every advantage for the enjoyment of healthful out door exercise. THE COURSE OF INSTRUCTION embraces English, Classical, and Commercial courses, Elocution, Calisthenics, Delsarte, and other departments in Physical Culture, Vocal Culture, Organ, Piano, Harp, Guitar, Violin, Harmony, Crayon, Painting in Oil and Water Colors. SPECIAL COURSE For pupils who do not wish to take the Complete Course, a special one, including Music, Painting, Literature, and the Languages maybe arranged, at the completion of which a Diploma shall be awarded. There is a Private Class for those whose education has been neglected through illness and other causes. Separate Department for children under 12. For Prospectus apply to SISTER SUPERIOR, East Providence, R. I. Satnt jfrands Javier’s Hca6em FOR YOUNG LADIES AND CHILDREN BROAD, CLAVER1CK. AND FOSTER STREETS, PROVIDENCE, R. I. Gonbucteb bp tbe Sisters ot UDercp PROSPECTUS Saint Francis Xavier’s Academy, the oldest Catholic school in the State, is pleasantly situated and in easily accessible from all parts of the city and suburbs. The curriculum includes a thorough course from kindergarten to the completion of high school studies. The terms per quarter (ten weeks) are from S3.00 to 8.00, according to grade. Private lessons in stenography and typewriting are given for $7.00 per quarter. Lessons in harmony; instrumental music, vocal music, painting in oils and water-colors, pastel, crayon and china painting, form extra charges. Instructions are given on the organ, piano, harp, violin guitar, mandolin, and banjo. Needle work receives special attention, there being a regular course in this department, from the most simple sewing to elaborate embroidery. For the greater part of the year weekly lessons are given in elocution and calisthenics. The manners of the pupils are of constant consideration; and, aside from the regular religious instruction, the spirit of politeness is instilled and the forms of simple etiquette are taught. A well-selected library for the use of the pupils is connected with the Academy. Laboratories with all the necessary equipments facilitate the study of physics and chemistry. The painting studio is supplied with a kiln, so that the firing of china is done at the Academy thus securing care and safety to the pupils’ property. AH the rooms of the school are well lighted and well ventilated, and every provision is made for the comfort and convenience of the pupils. A large and pleasant lunch room is at their service during the intermission at noon, and hot dinners are served at a moderate rate to those desiring them. A recreation room furnished with a piano, an organ, and a cabinet of games, is a desirable resort on cold or rainy days. Diplomas are awarded upon the completion of the grammar school and high school courses. Bi-monthly reports are sent to parents informing them of the application, proficiency, and deportment of their children. Pupils of all denominations are received, and no undue ifluence is exerted over the religious opinions of non-Catholics. For the observance of order, however, all are required to be present at the devotional exercises and the religious instruction. Boys under ten years of age are admitted as pupils. From applicants who are unknown to the Sister, satisfactory references are required. Pupils are received at any time, and charged only from date of entrance. All fees are payable in advance. For further information apply at the Academy. 4