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

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THE XAVIER 15 ROLL CALL—Continued F. Goon She is the maid with nut brown hair, Joyful, happy, merry and gay. B. O’Neil A dear little Miss, fair of face. With every step full of grace. A. Mahoney Her soul awakens with the sun, In wonder, love, and praise. C. Sweet When thy heart is mourning Go where comfort awaits thee. I. Oates There is a maiden in our midst, Whose speech shows noble thoughts. M. Kei.ton “On with the dance ! Let joy be unconfined !’’ A. McMahon She governs, Miss Anna, with absolute sway. And wiser and better grows every day. S. McKenna A joy thou art and a wealth to all A bearer of love and hope. Mary Harrold.

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t 4- w i f ( Standing Miss F. Doran, Miss A. McMahon, Miss S. Braney i e to ig it j sitting —Miss M. Kelton, Miss S. McKenna, Miss M. Gray, Miss F. Good, Miss I. Oates

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16 THE XAVIER CLASS HISTORY, '08 THK Class History of ’08, may not be of very deep interest to the many future readers of The Xavitr, but to the members themselves it must recall more than one good time, one good laugh, and still more one good and kind correction. Four years ago the present seniors entered Saint Xavier’s full of youth and the expectations with which every girl is filled on beginning her high school course. In the first days of this happy period twenty-nine girls came in quest of knowledge, nineteen braving the Classical and English courses, the remaining number the Commercial. Everything was new, class-rooms, teachers and class-mates to be, but we did not feel strange or lost in the least for were we not given clearly to understand from the very outset by a constant repetition of kind acts on the part of girls and sweet thoughtfulnesses on that of teachers that the living motto of the school was, “Make it pleasant, make it sunshiny for everyone around you.’’ And reassured by this, did we not proceed to bask in both the pleasure and the sunshine that 7vas all around us? It was said some years ago b}' an outsider that one could always tell an S. X. A. girl, so laden down was she with books. Well, I don’t know about outside the Academy but this I do know if that person had visited us during the first week of 1904 she would have spoken truthfully, for everything was books, books, books; Latin, French. English, History, and last but above all Christian Doctrine. Clearly, it was a case of— Books to the right of us, Books to the left of us, While high-sounding terms, Volleyed and thundered. What a short time it was, that week of introduction, and then the hard and uphill work of first year High. Hard? Yes; uphill ? Yes; but so interesting withal that June actually came and took us by surprise. September 1905 found us still twenty nine in number, but not the same, for we were Sophomores, and the dread responsibility of giving good example to the incoming Freshmen had fallen upon our shoulders with its heavy weight duly impressing us with the stern fact that for the future we should have to “walk this way,’’ and look “just so.’’ Depressed for the