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

Text from Pages 1 - 68 of the 1909 volume:

be Javier i'hc ilcar. glooU of Jfaint Francis iCaurer Academy Holumc fjcrvir gditccl by % w ®lass of nineteen Hundred and Iliuc ronideuce gtfxode Island Huue 1909 J. R. I av, Printei RIGHT REVEREND MATTHEW HARKINS, D. D. Bishop of Providence. dedication to (Our gliglxt Icucrcml gislxop TO YOU. RIGHT REVEREND and dear bishop, as a token of ROVE AND GRATITUDE, WE, THE CLASS OF ’09, RESPECTFl LL DEDICATE THIS FOURTH VOLUME OF OCR YEAR BOOK. WE CANNOT SAY ALL THAT IS IN OUR HEARTS, BUT WE DO SAY THAT AN OCCASION TO WHICH WE ALWAYS LOOKED FORWARD IS THAT ON WHICH WE SHOULD HAVE THE HONOR OF BEING ADDRESSED BY YOU, AND SHOULD RECEIVE OUR DIPLOMAS FROM YOUR HAND. WE FEEL TOO, GREATLY PRIVILEGED TO BE ALLOWED TO ISSUE UNDER YOUR KIND PATRONAGE OUR VOLUME OF THE “XAVIER” AND WE THANK YOU WITH ALL OUR HEARTS, CLASS OF 1!M� 9, Your most obedient and loving children, per ANNA M.UttiAKKT Ln« CONTENTS The contents ? Ah, in breadth feet 26, In length 13 rods (with pennants flying), In depth—oh, who can measure? There we mix The metaphor and plain ; His trying ! Length, breadth, and depth of such a class? Work not the problem, Let it pass, And read the answer merely, and the sign Prefixed to humble contents of Class —9. Dedication Greetings Official Editorials Class Roll Calendar The President’s Message Class History Le Cid Moderne Little Rosebud Class Poem An Answered Novena Dramatics The Senior Class Visits to the Chapel Our Day in May A Daily Journey The Tions of 1909 Aunt Hepzibah’s Gown A Word from the Veterans Grinds Memoriae Praeteritorum As Seen in the Fireplace A la Fin L’Envoi EDITORIALS E have only followed the tradition established a few years ago when we prepared and published the present number of “The Xavier.” And we are glad to say that we are able to imitate the class of 1906 who so wisely planned ; who “builded better than they knew.” perhaps. What was in the mind of those poiueer editors when they thought of this, we do not know, but it is certain that they left to the school an influence for arousing the interest and enthusiasm of the senior class such as was not here before that time. I11 more than half of our class meetings this year, we have discussed the magazine, hoping that we might be able to give you, readers, something that would be worthy of a senior class and of the senior class of Saint Xavier’s. These pages, far more than anything else, perhaps, make the interest of class and school almost identical. As you pick up this pamphlet, you do not say, “Here is the magazine of 1909,” but rather. “What do you think of Saint Xaviers Academy’s paper?” And because we realize that it draws attention upon the school to such extent, we have tried to feel our responsibility, and have endeavored to produce something worthy, something excellent; while at the same time we beg you to be lenient, dear readers, to remember that, after all, we are only high school girls and that amateur magazine work, although it may not be new to the school, is a novel departure for us, the class of 1909. Conceit is not commonly ranked among virtues, so the class of 1909 would not care to possess it. But there is something with which it is confused and which we consider a necessity7 and that is a thorough appreciation of one’s self. Without this, we could do very little. We would not have dared to have ventured into the liistronic sphere as we have, and as has been told you else where in the “Xavier”, nor would we have been such a success in studies and plays unless we felt that there was something of the “best” in us which it was our duty to bring out. And really we have done remarkably well. The teachers will assure you so as regards studies, and the school will tell you how it has enjoyed our programme given on each holiday. It is not unusual for a class to dramatize successfully a little sketch ; but it reflects considerable extra credit when that class reviews the literature of “Amateur Dramas” selects those well suited to the particular talent of the members of the class and assigns just the right role to each girl. Our elocution teacher, Miss Dodge, let us do all our own planning, knowing that we should thereby gain some power of initiative. She was delighted with the results. That is why we were pleased with ourselves because Miss Dodge never gives any praise that is not merited. Have we been guilty of the blindness of confusing the virtue with the fault, as we accused others of doing in our first lines? We hope not, because even in our short experience which has been wholly in the school-room, we know that there is much truth in the lines of the Rubaiyat, “A little talk awhile of me and thee There was—and then no more of thee and me.” That is why we have made people talk enough about us while we’re here so as to compensate for the silence which may follow. The last part of May brings two events to which we eagerly look forward all the year : the first, you have all witnessed, the appearance of our edition of “The Xavier”; the second is our reception into the Alumnae at their annual banquet on Decoration Day. It is pleasant to be a pupil of Saint Xavier’s, but it is much more so to be. an alumna. That’s the way it seemed to us the night this year they flattered us by inviting us to give them “The Rainbow Kimona.” Do ou wish to know something of the night ? Our bishop was there and all the members present went up and talked to him after the entertainment. This itself was a treat which was a cause of envy to us. Then they had another kind of a treat which was served from prettily decorated tables, and we liked that, too. The Alumnae Association meets four times a year and the hall is crowded with graduates of former years who come joyfully to reunite in the halls of their Alma Mater, to discuss a little business, to be entertained in some delightful way that their president, with her board, devises, and finally to talk over their tea cups. We only had a passing view of it all, that night in March, but we know we shall be delighted to join an organization which means so much to each individual member and which benefits and helps by its existence our dear Alma Mater, Saint Xavier’s Academy. EDITORIAL STAFF MARY GERTRUDE LOUGHRAN Editor-In-Chief Elirabeth Catherine McCarthy j Elizabeth de Chantal Daley Associate Editors Florence Josephine Garvey ) Class Motto: ituUa palma sine Laboix Class Colors: Black and Gold OFFICIAL CLASS OF 1909 SAINT XAVIER’S ACADEMY Catherine Josephine Gilbane, President Catherine Teresa McKitchen, Vice President Helen Gertrude Mahoney, Secretary Francis Euphrasia Cooper, Treasurer REVEREND FATHER DOWLING Our Friend and Benefactor (Otei'tuui The outcomiug of the fourth volume of our Year Book explains fully how unitedly and earnestly we have labored to make this book what it ought to be, a credit to our school and to our class. Our aim was to make our book, “The Book,’’ and to give a taste for “more” to all its readers. It is the wish of the class of ’09 that other classes continue a “Year Book,” and that when they have left school not to forget to encourage the work, by giving a helping hand. We hope our readers will appreciate our efforts and overlook our shortcomings. CLASS OFFICERS C. J. McKitchen, K. J. Gilbane, H. G. Mahoney, F. E. Cooper. EDITORIAL STAFF M. G. Eoughran, E. deC. Daley, F. J. Garvey, E. C. McCarthy. CLASS ROLL Catherine Josephine Giebane “To live in hearts we leave behind, is not to die.” “ ’Tis sweet to be remembered.” Catherine Teresa McKitchen “There's nothing ill can dwell in such a mind.” “She takes nothing so willingly as advice.” Frances Euphasia Cooper “A daughter of the gods. Divinely sweet and most divinely fair.” “I am constant as the Northern Star.” 16 Heeen Gertrude Mahoney “If one looks upon the bright side, It is sure to be the right side.” “This maid, a lover of music, Always joyful and full of mirth.” Florence Josephine Garvey “Her eyes are homes of silent thoughts.” “In her youth, bounty and womanly feature.” Anna Margaret Luby “A sweet and virtuous soul.” “True ease in writing conies from art, not chance.” 17 May Genevieve Lough ran “A merry heart goes all the day— Let’s gather roses while we ma}'.” Elizabeth Catherine McCarthy “Our minds are all our own. Do with them what we will.” “A maiden with meek brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies.” Alice Madeliene Dawson “I am contented with what I have, Little be it or much.” “Ever willing to lend a helping hand.” 18 Laura Veronica Costkij.o Philomena Virginie Palizza “You may say anything about “Not stepping o’er the bounds me—if that will help ” . modesty.” “Her pure and mighty heart.” “Virtue is to herself the best reward.” Mary Ellen McElroy Elizabeth deChantal Daley “Kind hearts are more than “I am the thirteenth.” coronets.” •“Studious of ease.” 19 CALENDAR Septem ber. Weather. 14. Confusion reigns, put up your umbrella! Fair. 15. We make the acquaintance of “Virgil.” Oh ! Dear !!! Ditto. 16. H20. Tres ditto. 17. Things run smoothly. Tres tres ditto. 18. Lessons five clays a week. Soon we plead for four. Sehr ditto. 21. We lose our beloved French teacher. Same. 22. Fl-r-nc- goes to wedding. Where’s L—r-? Me me. 23. K-th-r-n-, “please remove that raincoat!” Idem. 24. Pilgrimage to Chapel. Ditto. 25. Weather does not affect us. Cloudy. 28. “Class dues, please!” Ditto. 29. Al-c-, “please leave your umbrella at home!” Fair. 30. A long day. Ditto. 1. October. A new leaf is turned over. Sehr ditto. 2. We begin Physical Culture. Cloudy. 5. K-th-r-n-, “now wear your raincoat!” Rainy. G. Why was B-ss— M— late? Ditto. 7. Seniors cram at noon hour. Fair. 8. F-n wears red tie, K-th-r-n— green ribbons. Ditto. 9. Friday’s dance once more. Rainy. 12. Such gigantic intellects!!!! Ditto. 13. B-ss— D— sports new dress. Fair. 14. What makes cars late on a pleasant clay? Ditto. 15. Four-days-a-week plan. Tres ditto. 16. The clays seem all so happy! Sayie. 19. Ph-l-m-n- loves to study. Ditto. 20. Why does B-ss— walk to school? Tres ditto. 21. So many things accomplished! Rain. 22. “Books closed. This is recitation.” Ditto. 23. Seniors start their elocution. Fair. 26. Nothing happens. Good—bad omen? Ditto. 27. Anything for a free period! Sehr ditto. 28. Virgil is not so easy, after all! Tres ditto. 29. The clays are flying! Rain. 30. How many holidays this year? Ditto. 2. November. First report this year. Photograph contenances (?) Fair. 3. Eight present. Remainder excused to vote??? Ditto. 4. No one arose at 4 p. m. to see Venus. Tres ditto. 5. Nothing happens. Very ditto. 20 (i. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 23. 24. 25. 30. 3. 4. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 14. 15. 10. 17. 18. 21. 22. 23. 4. 5. 6. 8. 11. 12. 13. Fl-r-nc- puts mustard on her ice cream. Sehr ditto. Rehearsal of “My Aunt’s Choice.” Delightful! Same. Visitor at Latin and French. We did “sehr gut.” Q. E. D. Ditto. Nous croyons to increase our knowledge of irregular verbs. Fair. Mary imagines she has “la grippe.” Cloudy. L-r- and F-n suffer from abnormal excrescence of the epidermis. Fair. Seniors very atteptive at rehearsal ? ? ? ? Ditto. Between dates and trains, we’re annoyed. Cloudy. Everything happens. Yes??? No??? Rain. Same as eighteenth. Fair. Excitement continues. Ditto. Excitement reaches its climax. Very ditto. Tears reign; excitement over; peace is restored. Same. We produce “My Aunt’s Choice.” A great success? Yes??? No!!! Rainy. Congratulations by the peck. Fair. December. Great disappointment. Ditto. Nothing happens. Tres ditto. Money has wings. Tres tres ditto. Who opened a jewelry shop? Why, R-ss—. of course. “Nuff Sed.” Dasselbe. Class suddenly decreased. Why!!! Rain. Holiday. Fair. Back to work. Ditto. “Half a loaf better than none.” Same. First snow-storm. Too good to last. Snow and Rain. Planning for Santa Claus. Fair. Common cry, “When’s school going to close?” Meme. One of our long days. Idem. We give full attention at singing. Ditto. Who asked for a “Dance”? Shocking! Shocking in Advent! Tres ditto. Who wishes silence as a Xmas gift? Sehr ditto. Coming near the end. Windy. Merry Xmas! Fair. January. New resolutions. Great things e’doin. Ditto. “Der Neffe als Onkle.” Certainly funny. Tres ditto. We see two of our former schoolmates, Sisters M. H. and M. S. Sehr ditto. Fun at Astronomy. Faces change when an “Exam” is announced. Tres tres djtto. Seniors surprise all by sight reading and monstrous voices. Dasselbe. Hope resolutions last. Idem. An experiment in Chemistry. Ditto. “Exam” postponed until to-morrow. Same. 21 1-1. “Exam” not so bad. Idem. 15. Great things accomplished in class meeting. Ditto. 18. Talking over Washington’s Birthday. Tres ditto. 19. M-y is now excused. The poor train! Rain. 20. Nothing happens. Fair. 21. A rehearsal. Very satisfactory. Ditto. 22. C-th-r-n- leaves to exercise her voice. Tres ditto. 25. Latin prose. “Who referred to Caesar?” Rainy. 26. Great excitement. Teacher skips round in Latin class. Fair. 27. Five o’clock every night! Ditto. 28. Half the term is gone. Idem. February. 1. A short month, and so much to do! Tres idem. 2. “What is Fl-r-nc- reading now?” Ditto. 3. “Who is trying to swallow the dictionary?” Tres ditto. 4. This is not leap year, so stop right now! Dasselbe. 5. A happy hour passed. Sehr ditto. 8. This is Monday. Where’s Bessie? Very ditto. 9. Who remembers the last period in Virgil? Rainy. 10. Brightest yet! Fair. 11. “Don’t forget Sunday night, girls!” Ditto. 12. “Where shall I meet you, Union Station?” Tres ditto. 15. Universal cry, “Who’s got her Latin Prose done?” Rainy. 17. Good! Two periods! Ditto. 16. Girls, you must get to work, only two more days. Fair. 18. Better still, a whole,—“mum” is the word. Ditto. 19. Seniors give a rare treat. “Rainbow Kimona.” Same. 22. Holiday. Tres ditto. 23. Of what use is Geology! Tres tres ditto. 24. Going home early seems good. Sehr ditto. 25. What would we do to Virgil, if he were alive? Same. 26. C-th-r-n- recites her part. Idem. March. 1. Reports delayed. Ditto. 2. Nothing happens. Tres ditto. 3. Books closed on 4th floor. Tres tres ditto. 4. No one got anything for Friday. Sehr ditto. 5. Disappointment in elocution. Very ditto. 8. Reports !!!— !!!—!!! Tres ditto. 9. One free period. Sehr gut. 10. Who is rushing the season? Same. 11. Al-c- dreams of what ? Fair. 12. No dance ! this is Lent !!! Ditto. 15. We make our “Debut” into the Alumnae by showing our generosity. Tres ditto. 16. The greatest “Farce” of the season, “Believe Me.” Tres tres ditto. 17. Holiday in honor of St. Patrick! Fair. 18. First lesson this week in ? Ditto. 'yy 19. M-y and B-ss— go shopping. What do they intend to buy? Rain 22. Gratefully, graciously, and gracefully. Fair. ; :5. All the gold in the universe for a glance at a hook! Fourth floor. Ditto. 24. A few months more. Ditto. 2.'). We learn under what Vertebrate we come. Rain. 26. More tickets! A great success! Fair. 29. Lessons run smoothly. Ditto. 30. B-ss— gives her cure for horse’s colic. Tres ditto. April. 1. Thirteen more days and then! Tres tres ditto. 2. School two more days. Same. 5. A perfect Holy week! Idem. 6. A great success for us! Very ditto. 7. Easter vacation begins. , Sehr ditto. 13. Who has a perfect lesson? Same. 14. Holiday. Happy day! What happened at night? RAIN. 15. “How tired you all look!” I wonder why? Fair. 16. The Xavier is commenced. Ditto. 19. Nothing happens out of the ordinary. Dasselbe. 20. How did two of our members distinguish themselves? Rainy 21. Happy expectations. Fair. 30. May Day observed by anticipation. Rainier. May. 1. Pilgrimage to chapel and flowers for Our Lady. Continues. 3. We go to press. Most rainy. To be completed at the Greek Calends. Fraxces E. Cooper. 23 THE PRESIDENT'S MESSAGE VALE ! How little meaning that word conveyed to us when it occurred in our translations! Yet now when we ourselves must say it, it seems the hardest word of all to say. To you, dear St. Xavier’s, “Quid dicam?” Is it possible to express my thoughts in words ? To you, our class owes many happy remembrances of high school life. Within your walls, we have experienced our joys and sorrows for four priceless years. You have heard our translations of Caesar, Cicero, and Virgil, and it was during our days with you that we learned the principles of French, German, and Greek ; but now we must leave them, and say, “Adieu,” to you. Before we do depart we desire to extend our heartfelt appreciation to our Right Reverend Bishop. Always on the occasion of his visits, we have received kind and excellent advice. May we girls ever follow that advice when we have started on our strange and varied paths of life. How often have we been encouraged by the unfailing interest of Reverend Father Dowling, who has been present at our special exercises. Now in what manner shall we begin to express our gratitude to you, our dear teachers, you, who have always taken such an interest in us, and who were ever ready with your kind words of cheer and encouragement. It is now that words fail us so we shall simply say, “We thank you again and again for your kindness to us.” In after years may each of you be able to look with pride on us and say, “They were my girls. I taught them.” To you, our kind Miss Dodge, must we, also, bid farewell, but not before we have tried to thank you for your great pains and faithful teaching. You were ever ready with your pleasant smile and praise. Mademoiselle Thomeson, you, also, hold a tender place in our hearts, and we realize the great patience you had on days when the restless spirit seized us. Lastly, we desire to express our appreciation of you, school-mates of St. Xavier’s, for the kind manner and deference you have ever shown us. Asa parting word, we beg that God may crown your labors and works with the greatest success. 24 My beloved classmates, you have been my companions for the four years of my high school course. How well we realize the depth of meaning in, “Years following years, steal something every day,” as now they are stealing “us from ourselves away.” In after years, dear girls, when we have found the path of duty God has ordained for us, may we follow it with all zest. May we press ever onward and upward until, reunited in an eternal school, where love and the purest of joys know no end, know no parting. Katharine Josephine Gilbane. CLASS HISTORY IN looking at our merry band of thirteen one could scarcely believe that there had ever been more belonging to this number. Nevertheless if one were to look at the register of Saint Xavier’s for 1905, he would see there recorded twenty-seven more names, all dear to the memory of our present thirteen. Yes in September of 1905 the present graduating class had reached that point which is the coveted place of a grammar school girl’s heart, the high school. With what a fixed resolve to make a success of our work, did we enter into that loved assembly room on that first morning of school! In the very beginning, the groups of strange girls—strangers to us, but familiar to the school and to each other—gathered together reviewing the past and relating to one another their adventures of the vacation, almost made us give up hope. But not for long, for our kind teacher extended a hearty welcome to us, and with her loving words our courage returned, and before we knew it we were chatting merrily, and making friends we have kept all through high school life. First came the question of what course we were to pursue. The classical seemed to hold sway, for on the next day seventeen of our number began the study of the rudiments of Latin. Fourteen preferred shorthand and typewriting to the Latin declensions, and the remaining nine followed the English course. How different everything was from our grammar school course! Our lessons above all! But we braved the Christian Doctrine, Latin, French, algebra, English and ancient history, and with these were kept busy, until before we knew it, June was upon us, with the parting of our dear seniors, and the following vacation. How short those two months seemed to us who were to return in September, not as the mere freshmen of last June, but as the more dignified sophomores ! During the summer, ten of our classmates decided to go elsewhere, so that September found us a happy group of thirty, eager to take upon ourselves Caesar’s plans and stratagems, and one new study of circles and angles. It did not take long for the ten months to pass, and once more we were facing the sad parting of seniors. But this „ year had a double parting (of seniors) for us. For we were losing our loved commercial girls. We fain would have kept them with us. But was not the same sorrow to come to us, too, later ? During this year we had lost four of the girls, but one of their number was made up when Florence, one of our out-of-town girls who has proved one of the merriest amongst us, joined us in April. All during our next vacation we were thinking of the great things we should do when we returned in September as Juniors. Juniors ! how we had envied the position of the former juniors! And did we not make the most of it when it became ours ! Ah, yes! This indeed was our happiest year at dear Saint Xavier’s. ’Tis true our number had been lessened, but with sixteen fun-loving girls what great things can be done ! How proud we felt when we had our first meeting to elect our officers, and choose our motto ! And what a charm those gold and black pins had for us! Then, too, we organized our “Beta Gamma’’ society, through which we have had, and hope to have many pleasant occasions. And then came that ever-important question, whether it is more profitable to follow Cyrus in his marches, or to carry oneself to the land of “Wooden Shoes.’’ Four of the girls surrendered themselves to Alpha and Omega, while others followed their German inclinations. Many pleasure trips were afforded to us during this year and also two sad occasions, when we lost two of our classmates. Thus our happy year slipped quickly by, and when it came time for us to renew for the last time, for we ourselves would be the next, the parting with seniors, it was with deep feelings we gave them a farewell word, by singing the 26 song one of our members composed. And then came our trip to Newport a few days after school closed. During the year we had been paying class dues, so that at the end we had a goodly sum, and thought this the best way to use it for pleasure. And so we parted that year, each girl looking forward to her next year. And so it came, bringing with it new studies, and oh, such responsibilities! After the first few weeks we lost another member, leaving us thirteen. Was it unlucky, as people will have the number, for us? Ah, no. True, sometimes we can see now as we look over the past, many ways in which we faltered; but only to rise again, and again push unfalteringly on. This was the year in which we were to accomplish so many great deeds. And did we ? We shall let those who have been with us give the judgment. Thanksgiving we gave our first play, and many times since, as you know, we put forth our efforts to entertain our teachers and school-mates. Many are the joys we recall for this year not the least being the periods spent with the ever-patient Miss Dodge on Fridays, our Friday mornings, on the second floor, our “parlez-vous’s” with Mile. Thompeson. And now after all our joys and sorrows, we have come to the last chapter. We fain would look ahead, and see the sequel to our story as clearly as we view the past; but such is not permitted to us; and better so. But whatever our state in life may be, never, no matter in what clime we may chance to stray, can we forget the kind and loving instruction of our teachers, and the friendly encouragement of our school-mates, which have followed us so far, and which we hope will continue as long as we are loyal to that dearest of schools, St. Xavier’s. Catherine McKitchen. LE CID MODERNE Acte Troisieme. Catherine, Frangoise. Catherine. Frangoise, qu'as-tu fait pendant quatre annees? Frangoise. J’ai suivi le cours classique, sul� i nion sort deplorable. Catherine. Pourquoi prendre un air de tristesse? Rappelle-toi les plaisirs que tu as gputes Pendant ton sejour a l’academie. Frangoise. Mes etourdissements font maintenant mes remords; De mes maitresses j'ai exerce la patience. Catherine. IMais chercher a l’ecole 1’indulgence! Jamais une ecoliere l'a encore trouvee! Frangoise. Helas! je suis venue ici a la recherche de la science— Xe me regarde plus d'un visage etonne. Je cherche le savoir apres avoir fait des efforts; Mais mes etudes sont mes ennuis, mes juges sont mes maitresses, Je merite du succes apres mes essaies serieux. Et je viens recevoir, comme un bien souverain, La bienveillance et les bonnes graces de l'ecole. Catherine. C’est ce que tu vas recevoir, ma chere Frangoise, A tes premiers transports si legers. Va, nc t’expose point aux premiers mouvcments Qu’excitera l’ardeur de tes sentiments. Frangoise. Malheureuse que je suis! mais Sous tes conseils. mon antic, mon courage se releve. Catherine. Dieu en soit belli! Souffre qu’une compagne te fasse un pen de bien; Le moyen est sur et c’est le dernier remede. Frangoise. Je te suivrai, car enfin je me vois comprise: Je puis t'ouvrir mon coeur et te montrer tous ses deplaisirs,— Pleurez, pleurez, mes yeux, et fondez-vous en eau! Catherine. Calme-toi, ma chere Frangoise, calme-toi. Suis-moi: ensemble nous trouverons la voie. Apres tout, que penses-tu done faire? Frangoise. Finir mon cours: il y va de ma gloire. Catherine. Prends courage, tu recevras ta recompense. Ecoute! la cloche sonne, il faut partir: X’emportons avec nous que de bons sentiments. Philomena Palizza. 23 LITTLE ROSEBUD IT was the day previous to the feast of the Sacred Heart, a feast which was always celebrated with great fervor in a little village in the southern part of Maryland. Reverend Father Rio, the pastor of this small parish, had been hearing confessions nearly all day, and was now kneeling alone in the little chapel. Suddenly he heard a door open back of him and close with a bang. Turning around, he saw a little child of about five years standing at the entrance looking about in great bewilderment. Father Rio, who was always fond of little children, went down the aisle to speak a few kind words, “My little one, where did you come from ?” “From home,” was the reply, and two beautiful blue eyes looked confidingly up to the priest. “But where do you live ?” “Oh, right next door ; I crawled through the hedge.” Just then a thought came to Father Rio that he had seen a child playing on the beautiful green lawn in front of the summer residence and now he recogni .ed that the child to whom he was speaking was the same one. I must tell you that this child’s mother was dead and her father, being a great business man, did not seem to have time to take care of the child. Her only companion was her nurse. Father Rio smiled and shook his head saying, “What is your name, dear child ?” “Rosebud,” she replied. “You see my real name is Rose, but, as I am so small, they call me Rosebud.” After looking about in her innocent childlike way she asked, “Who is that?” pointing to a statue of the Sacred Heart. The priest asked Rosebud if she would like to go and visit “Jesus.” She consented and looking at the statue with great interest asked, “Why does He hold His hands out so ? Does He want anything from me ?” “Certainly,” replied the priest, “you ought to give him your little heart and what you love best.” After a few moments of deep thinking, little Rosebud asked, if Jesus liked flowers, for she liked them very much, and would present Him with a bouquet. 29 Several weeks had elapsed since Father Rio saw his little friend, but one morning when passing her home, he saw one of the servants and asked, “What’s become of Rosebud ?” The servant said that she was very ill and the doctor had pronounced her case hopeless. “But she is forever saying that Jesus is waiting for her in the chapel.” Father Rio at once started to visit Rosebud but at his entrance, the nurse told him that she had left Rosebud for a few minutes and when she returned, the bed was vacant. They thought that the little one could not go far because she was so weak. Suddenly Father Rio thought that she might be in the chapel. So in great haste he made his way, and there, at the foot of the Sacred Heart statue, lay a little figure clad in a long white robe, fast in sleep. The tender little feet were covered with blood from wounds caused by the rough stones of the road. But love is more powerful than death, and so it gave the little child strength to reach the goal of her desires. One glance at the child fully convinced the priest that her last moments were at hand. He thought that she could not pass from this world without baptism, so, quickly the water was poured over her head and the sacred words pronounced. The child’s weary eyelids opened, a happy smile lit up the features, and Rosebud passed from this world to the arms of the Sacred Heart, which were open to her. Her bonquet to the Sacred Heart was her own pure life, a rare but most welcome offering. Elizabeth D. DateT. 30 CLASS POEM The year has gone—the last one We shall spend at this loved school ; But treasured memories linger Of each scene, each day, each rule. For four short years we’ve studied— Four years? they seem but one ! We fold our books with sadness ; The high school tasks are done. For three years we looked forward When we should be seniors all; But senior year receding, We’d fain the past recall. We thirteen were so happy, We sped the time ; and yet We’ve studied hard and striven, And we have no regret. We go forth to life’s duty— Oh, may we e’er be true To Alma Mater’s teachings That she our years may view ! We say farewell in sorrow To teachers, school, and friends ; But we are bound in union That in life never ends. 31 Laura Costei.i.o. AN ANSWERED NO VENA ( ( A l AMMA, don’t you feel any better today?” Just a few f � 1 simple words, but oh ! what feeling they carried with them ! One would scarcely believe that such tenderness and love could be felt under the surroundings in which they were said. It was only a little attic tenement, devoid of all luxuries, and with barely the necessities of life. But Martina, our little speaker, remembered, though indistinctly, a time when there had not been this poverty and sickness. Her mamma had never been well, but she had always managed with great struggling to keep their tiny house cozy and warm, and they had always something in the house to eat. This was after papa had been called to the front, when an order for volunteers was sent to their little village. That seemed a long time ago to mother and daughter. At first they heard from him quite often, but suddenly his letters stopped coming. Mrs. Vincent could get no information in any way concerning her husband, and as she was not a particularly strong person, the trouble preyed upon her until finally she succumbed to it, and when the doctor was called she was told she must have a change of climate. How could this be done? No one to aid her in any way, and having her little twelve-year-old Martina to look after. She was almost at the point of desperation. Her one comfort was her strong faith, and she believed help would come. She had taught Martina also, though she was so young, to have that faith which stayed her. It was at the beginning of winter, the 7th of December, a cold, stormy day when little Martina, having made the last visit of her uovena and gone to confession for the morrow, came in and asked her mother if she felt any better. How her mother dreaded telling her that she felt even worse, and thought she must be growing weaker! Martina tried to comfort her telling her that surely tomorrow, which was the feast of the Immaculate Conception, help would come to them. She 32 fixed her mother for the night, after having given her some beef-tea which a kindly neighbor had brought in, and she herself stole into her little room to pray and plan how she would act tomorrow. Athough she had only slept a few minutes at a time during the night, she started off to church at seven o’clock next morning. They lived a great distance from the church, and on her way home, after having received Holy Communion, she saw coming toward her a handsome, finely-dressed man of about middle age. He saw the little one, and at once became attracted. He spoke and asked her name. She told him, and then he wanted to know why she was out so early in the morning. Martina, having overcome her fright of a strange man speaking to her, told him she had been making a novena for her mamma who was at home sick, and that this morning she had been to Communion to close it. She wondered why the man looked so strange when she said this, and the more when he asked her to bring him to her home. At first, she was reluctant, but then, thinking that in some way this man might help her mother, she walked along beside him to their little attic tenement. Did this stranger know anything of this little girl, or was it his great charity for fellow-beings that drew him to this place that sheltered mother and child ? If we did not follow, it would be hard for us to tell. But we did, and the story was told when we saw him rush toward the sick bed, and call out “My Alice!” What a change this incident wrought in Martina’s mother. Yes, their prayer had been answered, and there stood their reliever, their protector, the father of our little Martina. He told them how he had fought bravely and long until one day an unexpected attack came, and he was numbered among the wounded. For weeks he remained unconscious, and even after he did recover it was a long time before he was able to do anything. In all, he was several months confined to the hospital, and when he left he naturally went straight to his home at New Haven. 33 His wife, in the meantime, not hearing from him and supposing him to have been slain had left New Haven, and taken the little tenement in Johnsville, described above. Mr. Vincent had searched everywhere for his wife and child but to no avail. They had left no word for anyone. He hoped however that some day he would find them, and with this in view, he started afresh in life, and had constantly increased in wealth until he had become one of the wealthiest men in Connecticut. Business called him to the little village of Johnsville to visit a friend. Thus it was he came upon his long lost wife and daughter, after so many years of search. Now, indeed, could Mrs. Vincent have change of climate, and all the necessaries for an invalid, until she became well again and able to go about as before. But never will father, mother, or child forget the goodness of God, which was manifested to them, through Martina’s novena, on that feast of the Immaculate Conception. Catherine McKitchen. 34 DRAMATICS DURING the past year the Seniors presented a number of inte.esting entertainments. The first of the series was a one act play entitled, “My Aunt’s Choice,” given on Thanksgiving Eve, November 25, 1908. The Dramatis Personae:— Mrs. John Smith Annie Maria Jemina Sophia Arabella Matilda Clementina Jane Sippets Mrs. deCourcy Smith Betsey Brown Katharine J. Gilbane Mary E. McElroy Frances E. Cooper Elizabeth D. Daley Anna M. Luby Catherine T. McKitchen Philomena V. Palizza Alice M. Dawson Helen G. Mahoney Florence J. Garvey Laura V. Costello On February twelfth, with the assistance of our elocution teacher, Miss S. A. Dodge, wre presented a very interesting program, in honor of Flag Day. The stage was beautifully decorated with American Flags. In the middle of the stage was a large portrait of Lincoln. This is the program: Governor’s Proclamation Battle Hymn of the Republic The Boyhood of Lincoln Our Good President Political Speeches of Lincoln Immortality Tenting-on the Old Camp Ground Address Iniluences of Lincoln’s Career Laus Deo, (Poem) Gettysburg Address Star Spangled Banner Last Public Address Commemoration Ode Abraham Lincoln Inauguration Address O Captain, My Captain (Poem) America Markham Lincoln Helen G. Mahoney School Anna M. Luby Frances E. Cooper Alice M. Dawson Catherine T. McKitchen School Florence J. Garvey Katherine J. Gilbane Elizabeth D. Daley Mary G. Loughran School Laura V. Costello Elizabeth C. McCarthy Mary E. McElroy Philomena V. Palizza Helen G. Mahoney School S. A. Dodge The program was very spirited and greatly enjoyed by all present. 35 The most successful of our entertainments was the ‘‘Rainbow Kimona” given on February nineteenth, in honor of George Washington. In this, the talents of the seniors were well displayed. The stage was elaborately decorated with flowers and potted plants of all kinds. The scene is laid in one of the girls’ rooms. The girls wore kimonas representing the colors of the rainbow. The cast was as follows: Nellie Van Tassel, Pres. Ruth Ashton, Vice Pres. Alice Marvin, Treas. Isabel Sutro, Sec. Beatrice Courtney, Class Poet Olive Mercer, Pres. Basket Ball Winifred Turner. Student Edith Jones, new senior Rose Jackson, colored maid A very pretty tableau followed. The last of the series was the entertainment given on St. Patrick’s Day. A patriotic program was gotten up for this occasion:— Catherine T. McKitchen Frances E- Cooper Helen G. Mahoney Elizabeth I). Daley Mary G. Loughran Laura V. Costello Mary E- McElroy Alice M. Dawson Elizabeth C. McCarthy “Come Back to Erin”—Song Story of ’98. Recitation “Believe Me,” etc Song A Sprig of Green Recitation The Minstrel Boy. Song Vocal Solo Reading Selection “Hail Glorious Apostle.” Song Irish Medley. Piano Solo America. Song Class ’09 Frances E- Cooper Florence G. Garvey Catherine T. McKitchen Class ’09 Edna Moralley Barbara O’Driscoll School Mary Sullivan School Mary E. McElroy. 36 THE SENIOR CLASS There was once a class of one, two and ten; Now you can guess what it must have been ? Having Bessie D., May L. and Katherine McK. It was the liviest class in S. X. A. Every girl was both good and bright; You could tell them all at the first sight; Some with crimps and some with puffs One with bracelets and another with cuffs ; Even Bessie McC. with all her talk Could not outdo Florence’s quick walk, Never was a class more proud and fine Than this wonderful class of “aughty”-nine ! In years to come you’ll all remember To June the last from the first of September. Our class though it be of ten and three Is the jolliest class just full of glee Recalling the principal events of the past Presenting “Rainbow’’ ’twas the best and last. Catherine G., the dignified president of our class At our meeting, no one of us could her surpass Laura C. takes great delight in translating Latin She never liked to hear the seniors say, “A free period ce beau matin.” And Francis C. our treasurer, we hold very dear One might have heard us on April 14th give her a cheer. Sometimes the voice of Helen, our secretary is near Although she is busy writing, nothing escapes her ear. So now I will end up my medley rhyme Of this wonderful class of “aughty”-nine ! Alice M. Dawson. AN ANSWERED NOVENA C ( A J[ AMMA, don’t you feel any better today?” Just a few 1 1 simple words, but oil! what feeling they carried with them ! One would scarcely believe that such tenderness and love could be felt under the surroundings in which they were said. It was only a little attic tenement, devoid of all luxuries, and with barely the necessities of life. But Martina, our little speaker, remembered, though indistinctly, a time when there had not been this poverty and sickness. Her mamma had never been well, but she had always managed with great struggling to keep their tiny house cozy and warm, and they had always something in the house to eat. This was after papa had been called to the front, when an order for volunteers was sent to their little village. That seemed a long time ago to mother and daughter. At first they heard from him quite often, but suddenly his letters stopped coming. Mrs. Vincent could get no information in any way concerning her husband, and as she was not a particularly strong person, the trouble preyed upon her until finally she succumbed to it, and when the doctor was called she was told she must have a change of climate. How could this be done ? No one to aid her in any way, and having her little twelve-year-old Martina to look after. She was almost at the point of desperation. Her one comfort was her strong faith, and she believed help would come. She had taught Martina also, though she was so young, to have that faith which stayed her. It was at the beginning of winter, the 7th of December, a cold, stormy day when little Martina, having made the last visit of her novena and gone to confession for the morrow, came in and asked her mother if she felt any better. How her mother dreaded telling her that she felt even worse, and thought she must be growing weaker! Martina tried to comfort her telling her that surely tomorrow, which was the feast of the Immaculate Conception, help would come to them. She 32 fixed her mother for the night, after having given her some beef-tea which a kindly neighbor had brought in, and she herself stole into her little room to pray and plan how she would act tomorrow. Athough she had only slept a few minutes at a time during the night, she started off to church at seven o’clock next morning. They lived a great distance from the church, and on her way home, after having received Holy Communion, she saw coming toward her a handsome, finely-dressed man of about middle age. He saw the little one, and at once became attracted. He spoke and asked her name. She told him, and then he wanted to know why she was out so early in the morning. Martina, having overcome her fright of a strange man speaking to her. told him she had been making a novena for her mamma who was at home sick, and that this morning she had been to Communion to close it. She wondered why the man looked so strange when she said this, and the more when he asked her to bring him to her home. At first, she was reluctant, but then, thinking that in some way this man might help her mother, she walked along beside him to their little attic tenement. Did this stranger know anything of this little girl, or was it his great charity for fellow-beings that drew him to this place that sheltered mother and child ? If we did not follow, it would be hard for us to tell. But we did, and the story was told when we saw him rush toward the sick bed, and call out “My Alice!” What a change this incident wrought in Martina’s mother. Yes, their prayer had been answered, and there stood their reliever, their protector, the father of our little Martina. He told them how he had fought bravely and long until one day an unexpected attack came, and he was numbered among the wounded. For weeks he remained unconscious, and even after he did recover it was a long time before he was able to do anything. In all, he was several months confined to the hospital, and when he left he naturally went straight to his home at New Haven. 33 VISITS TO THE CHAPEL THE pupils of Saint Xavier’s always look forward to Mercy Day, September twenty-fourth and to May Day, because on these two days they are allowed to assemble in the beautiful chapel and ask Our Blessed Mother’s protection on their school-work. The Seniors lead and all the other pupils follow in line. On Mercy Day, after all had assembled in the chapel the Act of Consecration was read by Catherine McKitchen. After this the Litany was sung by the pupils and the prayers recited by Bessie Daley. A hymn in honor of Our Blessed Mother was beautifully rendered by the pupils. As they passed Our Lady’s statue, each girl dropped flowers in acknowledgement of her love and gratitude. On May Day when we again visited the chapel, Helen Mahoney read the Act of Consecration and Frances Cooper said the prayers. The altar was beautifully adorned with choice flowers, candles, and electric lights. The beautiful organ always accompanies our singing. Anna M. Luby. 38 OUR DAY IN MAY MAY morning came, one of Irving’s morning with the weather of that charming vernal kind, king Sol reigning in all his resplendent glory, a day which fills our minds with music, disposing us to be poetic and to dream of all that is beautiful. And oh, such beauty ! Under the plentiful foliage of a tree in our convent garden was the shrine of our Blessed Mother beautifully decorated by her devoted children. Only an alumna of S. X. A. can appreciate the joy of our girlish hearts as we were gathered at our Lady’s shrine for our Arbor Day Exercises. Our programme was simple— “Welcome to Arbor Day’ Address to Tree “Invocation” (Song) Chosen Trees Dedication Song Tribute to Our Queen Planting of a Tree Class Song Recitation Hymn Address (Song) School C. McKitchen School F. Cooper M. Loughrau A. Dawson M. McElroy F. Garvey A. Luby P. Palizza School H. Mahoney B. Daley B. McCarthy The Ws C. Gilbane School Rev. Austin A. Dowling At ten-thirty a. m., we went to plant the tree of our choice, the purple beech, to have its place opposite the thriving maple planted by the class of ’08. Rev. Austin A. Dowling, the Sisters and pupils were present. After the opening chorus, Miss McKitchen made a very pretty address to the tree. She told us that recently the world had lost a great and good man. His name was Charles Warren Stoddard, and to him, she said, we are going to dedicate this tree. To the tree she said, “May your growth be upward, upward as his was ; then you will be to us your planters, as his life shall ever be—an inspiration to lead us all beyond the things of this world, to the higher world above. Grow, grow for many, many years from this 1909!” 39 After the “Invocation” and the chosen selections of my classmates, our president in our behalf asked Reverend Austin A. Dowling to speak, for he “openeth his mouth with wisdom and in his tongue is the law of kindness.” How I wish some gifted pen could record all that was expressed in those few moments. He said he regretted he did not know that we were to dedicate our tree to the memory of the gifted author, a dear and personal friend of his. He would have suggested one of his short poems for our programme ; he said if Stoddard were living, this dedication of a tree to his honor would be an occasion of great pleasure to him. He suggested we read his “South Sea Idylls” and “Lepers of Molokai” pretty poetry in prose, the latter of which we have since read, for he has presented each of us with a prettily bound copy. This act of generosity is only one of the very many we have received from Reverend Father Dowling during our high school course. Father Dowling said he hoped we would remember Stoddard not simply as a grand literary character, but as one who needs our prayers, and as one who was an enthusiastic lover of the ceremonies and the beauty of the Catholic Church, and its teachings. It is a pleasure to link the name of our Charles Warren Stoddard tree with that of his personal friend, Reverend Father Dowling, and ours as well. With what love and devotion will we watch the growth of our class tree, planted under the protection of Our Blessed Mother, and as we return each year to our loved Alma Mater, may our fond teachers see gratifying results such as must come from the taking part in scenes like to Arbor Day, 1909. MARy McKlroy. 40 A DAILY JOURNEY 6:40!! Such an unearthly hour to be called every morning ! But time flies too quickly to think of this, so after much hustling and bustling, at last I find myself ready for the 7:32 train, which pulls out from Wrenn. I’ll admit that it is often a grave question which shall get to the station first; but, so far, I have had the good fortune to get there at least at the same time, but rarely before the great engine. I assure you that everyone respects the attitude of the engine, and all move back a few steps to “give the victor way.” After a few moments, the call “All aboard!” is heard, and with some late sleeper running for the train at the sound of these words, I find myself really en route for Providence, with Saint Xavier’s Academy as my destination. vSometimes the journey seemed long, especially if I happened to be riding alone ; but, as a rule, the time seems short. This is especially the case if I have neglected my books the night before, or an examination is to be given during the day. I have said that sometimes the ride is long, but I do not use the word in the sense of tedious ; my eagerness to reach the city early accounts for the apparent slowness. The ride in itself could never be tedious because of the many pretty bits of nature as the train rushes on through woods and fields, hamlets and villages. At times it seems as if we were flying through space, at other times through gaps in large rocks ; still again, we find ourselves on just enough land for the double tracks which are placed in the midst of some of our rivers. And how sharply the train swings around the curves ! We have various sets of pictures presented to our view on the train as the year passes by. In spring time, nature is arrayed in her best. The trees are covered with leaves, and bright blossoms appear among the foliage. The rich, brown earth is ploughed and is ready for planting. After my long summer vacation, I notice, as I again resume my trips, that all 41 the view has changed its coloring. It is at this time in particular that everyone is anxious to have a seat near the window so as to be able to enjoy this great display of beauty. The little brooks which babble along reflect the shadows; the leaves, of every shade of gold, crimson, and brown, dance to the music of the birds, which have not all yet migrated southward. Again a change—winter with its great mantle of snow covers both the villages and the fields. The rivers sparkle no more in the beams of the morning sun ; the sun casting his rays later finds the rippling waters covered with a heavy coat of ice. He shines upon this ; and where the blue waters flowed and the green leaves danced on the proud trees, a thousand glittering jewels seem to appear. Finally, on any day and in every season, whether satisfied with the lessons you have prepared for school or not. you hear, “Providence! Prov-i-dence! All change!” From the other end of the car, as if in response or echo to the call from the front, is heard, “Prov-i deuce! Prov-i-dence! Don’t leave any article in the car!” Immediately I look to see if I have all my books and always make sure my lunch is with me. Then the jerk caused by the sudden turn of the brakes, brings us to an always awkward halt. After a “Good morning” to my fellow-travelers, I find myself moving away from the station towards school, ready and happy for another day at dear Saint Xavier’s. Florence Josephine Garvey. 42 THE “TION’S” OF 1909 We are the “Seniors” of erudition, Who have never lacked ambition ; Of the highest is our position, For we’ve baffled all opposition. In our class we made a motion That we’d end all rude commotion : Joyful approval was the emotion Expressed at this exalted devotion. For our discipline, we accept felicitation The girls, we thank for their co-operation. Whispering we consider a degradation. Deserving, in truth, of remonstration ; Of course, we never stoop to prevarication ; Our excuses are truly not imagination. Four years we have been an inspiration In St. Xavier’s, the object of our adoration ; And believe us, this is no fabrication To say that, of unruly girls, we were the reformation. We have ever been the vivification Of all that is good in the school’s estimation. 1910’s aim, to be of us the imitation We fear will never reach the culmination ; For we deserve all glorification, In being the means of propagation Of goodness, greatness and laudation. With us, tasks are not an affliction, And study ’till midnight, considered no fiction. In Eatin, our themes, the result of preparation Ever elicited the highest commendation. German and French,—oh, what admiration ! Greek too,—and yet suffer we no elation. Our entertainments were a pleasant function, They were ever given with the greatest unction. The above is not intended for an exploitation ; Of our achievements it is merely information. With our departure, you’ll lose animation Like, at the loss of its head, a nation. You’re awed, you’re surprised at my beautiful diction I beg you accept it with 1909’s benediction. Elizabeth McCarthy- 43 AUNT HEPZIBAH’S GOWN IT was in a little town of Vermont that I decided to spend the summer and a very pleasant and happy summer it was. I had been there but a short time when I became acquainted with “Aunt Hepzibah,” as she was called by everyone. She was a dear, warm-hearted old soul whom you could not help loving. We became great friends, and with her I spent two afternoons a week. It was on one of these afternoons that I heard the story I am going to tell. One day in the latter part of September, I tripped across the fields to Aunt Hepzibah’s. When I went in, she was nowhere to be found, but after calling her, I found that she was in the attic, busily packing and arranging her trunks for the winter, as it would soon be too cool for her to go up there. I followed her and began examining different things until I came upon a beautiful gown, once white, but now very yellow with age. When I asked her whose it wras, I noticed an expression of sorrow come over her face, but this quickly passed and she siid, while trying to smile, “Haven’t you ever heard the story of that dress?” On being informed that I had not she told it to me. “You know, my dear, that once I was young like you, and I had my pleasures and sorrows. In this same town, there was a boy named Sam Wright and we two went to school together and shared our childish joys and griefs with each other. In winter, we coasted and skated together; in summer there were other sports ; not the same as you have now but those that we enjoyed just as much.” “Well,” she continued thoughtfully, “in this manner we grew up and our friendship ripened into something deeper and the entire town shook its head and said, ‘I told you so, I’ve seen it was going to end with Sam marrying Hepzie all along’. “ Well, the future seemed to lie bright and happy before me, so I began to prepare for my marriage. “In a short time news came to the town about war, and a few weeks later there was a call for volunteers and—Sam went— at the first call. 44 “On that day I put my dress in the chest and it has never been taken out except to be smoothed and put back again for, as it happened many, so it happened to me—my lover never came back. There’s the story of the white gown, child, and my youth. What! going so soon? Five o’clock? I’d no idea ’twas so late. Well, I’ll walk down the road a space with you.” This she did and after I had left her, as I came to a turn in the road, I turned and saw Aunt Hepzibah going home slowly in the sunset glow, gazing at the setting sun and thinking, no doubt, of the happiness that might have been hers. Such is life ! Katherine Josephine Giebane. A WORD FROM THE VETERANS “Perhaps it may turn out a song Perhaps turn out a sermon.” Dear Undergraduates:— Since the stupendous task has been given me to address you, and give you a full-needed advice, I shall try to do so to the best of my ability. Were I addressing intellectual people or those who would catch my meaning, it would be a very easy matter. But it is not the case here. You, children, have such poor understanding, it is a task indeed to instruct you. O Juniors, just pause and consider for a moment what we, the class of ’09, are capable of! We, who could make the walls of St. Xavier’s resound with our productions of Shakespeare, came down from that loftiness to give you something that you could comprehend, something simple. On one occasion we decided to don gay-colored kimonas in order to amuse your childish fancies. While you sat and gazed with awre and wonder at our performances, we were regretting that they were of so light a vein. Without being reminded of the fact, you are aware that you will never be capable of reaching our standard in the dramatic 45 Strength alone is acquainted with combat. F. Legris, ’ll. Benefactors are always pleased with those they have made happy. M. Shea, ’ll. Ideas may or may not triumph. M. Kelly, ’12. In this shifting world nothing comes to stay, nothing goes to disappear. E. Haddock, ’12. Nothing is impossible to willing hearts. H. Grady, ’12. To reckon up past griefs with bitterness when we have profited by them is like a man who, his building completed, should refuse to pay for the scaffolding. Oh! for a lodge in some vast wilderness! She is as good as she is fair. A good friend is my nearest relative. All doors open to courtesy. Every woman is a queen if she wills it. Up! up my friend and quit your books Or surely you’ll grow double. I love a good laugh. The hasty man never lacks trouble. Pardon as long as we live. By the street of “bye-and-bye” One arrives at the “house of never.” Easy come, easy go. Learning, by study, must be won. I find nonsense singularly refreshing. I am sure care is an enemy to life. Do not allow the grass to grow on the road to friendship. M. Lavin and H. Tobin, ’ll. Flattery is sweet food to those who can swallow it. A face all wreathed in smiles. Seniors. S. T. Hanley, ’ll. K. Fitzgerald, ’12. A. and M. Doran, ’ll. C. Kelley, ’ll. M. McGovern, ’ll. L Castiglioni, ’12. M. O’Brien, ’12. E- Walsh, ’ll. H. Hayes, T2. H Garside, T2. E. King, ’12. M. Charles, ’ll. M. Hagerty, ’12. M. Mahoney, '12. A. Daly, ’12. R. Gorman, ’12. A handful of common sense is worth a bushel of learning. B. O’Driscoll, 11. In those deep and intimate affections of which heaven forms the horizon, time, like distance, vanishes, or can at least be tested by no ordinary measurements. Character is what we are in the dark. The giver makes the gift more precious. An intense hour will do more than dreamy years. No gain without labor. Rest! Rest! shall I not have all eternity to rest? Explanations are superfluous at times. Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. Little things worry. “I’ll try my best.” Class of ’08. E. Early, ’12. A. Grimes, 12. H. Harty, ’12. T. Allsworth, ’ll. C. Coleman, ’ll M. Daubney,’ 11. G. Luby, 'll. E. McHugh, ’ll. I. Higgins, ’ll. 48 So blond, so fair, And without a care. “’Tis the early bird that catches the worm.’’ She carries the charm of youth upon her. Though lost to sight to memory dear. E. Reilly, ’ll. Several. B. McGowan, ’12. M. Sinclair, ’12. Gone, but not forgotten. K. Hacking and K. Rock, ’12. Step by step one gets to Rome. T. Geraghty, ’ll. A woman is most perfect when most womanly. A. Moley, ’12. Smile on the world and it will smile on you; frown and it will frown. D. Murray, ’ll. A youth to whom was given so much of earth, so much of heaven. B. Burke, ’ll. Be true to your word, your work, and your friend. H. Murray, ’ll. Which not even critics criticise- G. T. Harrington, ’ll. Happiness is a virtue. C. Bush, ’12. The flower that she touched on dipped and rose. G. T. McNiff, TO. Our curly-haired darling. “’Tis folly to be wise.” No trials, no triumphs. It is not enough to run, one must start in time. Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail. He who has sense enough to take advice, does not need it. H. Donahue, ’12. Not what we wish, but what we want. M. McGonagi.E, ’12. He that grasps at too much, holds nothing fast. K. Gearin, T2. From the crown of her head to the sole of her foot, she is all mirth. R. West, T2. I have a good eye, “Gertie,” I can see a church by daylight. H. Shea, ’ll. M. Eeeman, TO. H. Dalton, TO. M. McEnani.y, ’ll. M. Sullivan, ’ll. K. Schofield, T2. And listens like a three-year-old child. He who seeks praise, does not know its value. I was never less alone than with myself. Her independence adds a zest to her speech. Care to your coffln adds a nail no doubt, And every smile so merry draws one out. Her eyes as stars of twilight fair Like twilight to her dusky hair. She is not shy or bold, but simply self-possessed. Wanting scissors with these hands I’ll tear, If that obstructs my flight, this load of hair. A. Kelley, T2. Who knows he knows, knows nothing much. M. Harrington, T2. It is a very hard undertaking to try to please everybody. J. Pryor, T2. Blest is he who has found an occupation. M. Kavanaugh, T2. M. Sheehan, T2. A. Kehoe, ’12. M. O’Connor, T2. M. Bartley, T2. M. Cooper, ’ll. D. Cote, T2. E. Cushing, T2. 49 True happiness consists in making’ others happy. S. Grankield, T2. Blest with the charm, the certainty to please. Of manners gentle, of affection mild. Oh! for a five minutes talk! Anxiety is the poison of human life. A clear conscience is a soft pillow. Music has charms. Be wisely worldly, but not worldly wise. M. Jackson, ’10. E- Downing, ’10. M. Dai.ey, ’09. L- Kane, ’10. M. Grimes, TO. M. Hennessey, TO J. Hayes, ’09. A little stream as well as river may quench the thirst. A. Coni.EY, TO. Fond memory still remains. M. Scanneel,, ’09, I tax not your elements with unkindness. L. McCormick, TO. You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear. O. McCarthy, TO. Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ. M. Feeney, TO. Your name is great In months of wisest censure. ST. Xavier’s Ai.umn.-E. MEMORIAE PRAETERITORUM Aliquar an Sileam? Where did you see Jupiter, Alice? Standing over by the Cathedral. Girls, Mrs. Hinks-Jones has arrived. How do you do, Mrs. Hinks-Jones? Discovered! ! ! ! ! The Luby Comet. “I have seen better days.” Piano in the Recreation Hall. Have you ever met Mr. Spinney ? Might one not say to the confusion of voices, making themselves heard at times within us, “Mes dames,—So please you, only four at a time!” Recreation Hall. Silence, that dreadful bell! Who is it that ascends to the fourth floor with such dignity? The only thing that troubled F-----was that she couldn’t get (shot) in her head. 50 B-s—e will tell you of a “Shirtan” shipwreck in the Aeneid. “Kevocate animos, moestum timorem mittite.” May stayed home April nineteenth for a change. “Girls, look out, here comes a glacier.” Who is it that has abnormal contraction of her ciliary nerve? Teacher: “I hope this will be the best.” Pupil: “It will, without a doubt.” “Inexplicably felicitious !” We experience it rarely. Bessie, Bessie, Bessie, Bessie! When we were Juniors. “Do bolts grow in trees?” “Cui talia fanti.” Who falsifies History? George Washington died to save his country. A statement written by one of our girls. “Girls, we have considerable work to do, we must start in right away.” Teacher: “Was Virgil married?” Pupil: “No, but his father was.” “When thou enterest the house of the blind,” is an Arab saying, “shut thine eyes.” Let us weigh a five-cent nickel. Chemistry Class. “Can anyone give a brief of yesterday’s lesson?” Silence prevails, all eyes are cast downward. 4th Latin. “Girls try and have a little common politeness.” “ ’Tis poor sport that is not worth a candle.” Dancing in the Basement. Teacher: “For what purpose would I use chlorine?” Response: “For hair dye.” “Have you ever seen a square oblong?” Katherine could make one. “Come girls, now come.” (President of class meetings.) Toujours patiens. Teacher: “To what class of vertebrates do you belong?” Thoughtful Pupil: “To the reptiles.” “O for a cool and gentle breeze 1” Arbor Day. Teacher: “What construction is promisa barba?” Accusative of extent of space.” Answered the Freshman, ’06. Have you ever heard that blue litmus paper is prepared by putting blue paper into red cabbage? “Who has a watch on?” In a whisper, “Alice, what time is it?” “Well”---- 51 “The third year,” quoth the Seniors, “are the salad of life, At once a boon and a blessing,” “In one way they’re a salad, indeed,” replied one, They take so much time in their dressing.” Do, trilobites cry? Chemistry Class. Newport’s breezes are invigorating. So say the Seniors. A deed of dreadful note. Reports ! ! “A book is a book although there is nothing in it. So say the Geol. Class. “Bon jour, mademoiselle !” Fridays 1 p. m.----2 p. m. “O suffering, sad humanity !” Ask the Seniors what happened April 14th. May is the only American in the class. Refer to Child St. Warren for further information. ------has never come in contact with any gigantic intellects. “No offence meant, girls.” How could we see stars in the daytime? M—r—g—t (after a pause) Standing in an open field. “Hands.” “Please may I borrow an eraser?” “What hath been written shall remain, nor be erased nor written again,” etc. is quoted to us again and again. Fl---- is going to remember her class, concerning the play? ? ? ? N’est ce pas? “Our failings grieve us more than our good deeds comfort us.” “Better late than never.” There’s meaning rare in every line For you, for me, for “auld lang syne.” “O happy days, too soon you’ve sped. How gladly would we linger here; But no the “fiat” has been said, We leave the school, we love, revere.” Helen Gertrude Mahoney. AS SEEN IN THE FIREPLACE SEATED before the fireplace of my bachelor apartments, as the sun is setting, the visions of my girlhood pass before me. The principal one is of the united class of nineteen nine of St. Xavier’s. How happy we were in those days, when nothing but the present troubled us ! Little we thought of the different paths we were to travel, or of the happiness that was to be ours. Now in the burning coals I can see each one plainly; and to the best of my ability, I will reveal to you what the flames disclose to me. First I see our president, Katharine G—, living a retired life in the West. Being born a lady she will also die one. I alwa}rs fancied her as a teacher, who with her commanding tones and accomplishments, would have a room of recitation and not of study. Her motto was, “Everything at the right time.” We all looked upon her as if we never could equal her, no matter how we tried. We were often the cause of many of her worries, but now she looks upon them as trifles. How many pleasant days we passed sharing her macaroons and jokes ! Those were the happy days. The next face I see is that of a tall smiling-faced nurse in white uniform and cap. How many hearts has Florence won with her cheerful face and sweet words! She is in the children’s ward at the John Hopkins Hospital. She has the requisite qualities for a nurse; stern and yet gentle and patient. Just now she is leading an invalid child, and seems to say, “Come, James, it is time to rest; you may play tomorrow.” I can picture her telling the children such stories as would make their dreams pleasant. This scene shifts, and there follows a group. In the midst of this I see Mary M—, who was always present at all good times, and ever ready for fun. I wonder if she remembers the jolly times we had on the fourth floor. Thinking of the fun I had in the old days, our merry Bessie M—, presents herself. She seems about the same, only more settled. She met her hero early in life, “who was the best man in town.” Bessie is the possessor of two bright children. She claims they must have an excellent education. I am wondering if she remembers saying, “No child of mine 53 shall ever be troubled with Latin, German etc. as I am ; she shall have an easy time of it.” She has proved to be a good Catholic, a devoted wife, and a loving mother. The flames seem to die out; but now they light up again very brightly, and I see my seatmate of former days. Helen is in a religious garb, and teaching the kindergarten. She was always so affectionate and kind, planning and making such good times that she gained the hearts of all wrho knew her. She never sends a child away even if the talk is not interesting to her, and she plays the nursery melodies, while the children sing the baby rhymes. Her traits of kindness and thoughtfulness seem to have increased. Then the flames reveal a Latin class. Laura has attained her desire. She tells the story of Aeneas often ; it seems natural to hear her, as many a time she told me what took her an hour or more to discover. She is the same unselfish woman, always ready to help others. Anything she ever sets out to do, is generally accomplished. Now I hear the sweet strains of Gounod’s “Ave Maria.” The player is revealed. The gentle Alice, who was often bored with reciting Friday mornings, has now won praise far and wide. Her playing so sweet, soft, and harmonious, lifts you from your surroundings, and fills your mind with happy thoughts. A picture of a school room is gradually making its appearance. As yet, I can distinguish no face. Ah! Yes, the teacher! It is an algebra class in one of the high schools. Could the teacher be any one except Catharine? Has she not always succeeded in difficult problems, where the rest of us had given up ? She has the affections of all her pupils; but why not! Was she not always fair in all things ? The class is puzzled and cannot continue. Catharine, always patient and kind, is at the board, helping and explaining the difficult part to them. She finishes all things which she commences,—a life long trait. I now see a steamer on the broad Atlantic. It is carrying many passengers and all the faces are plainly seen. A fashionable young lady sits writing a letter. This is our May, who is on her way to Paris. She has a great wish to see the world, and the different classes of people. She seems to be very busy with the letter ; no doubt it is going to some one very dear. 54 The scene is shifted ; another face appears. It is that of our teasing, fun making Anna. She is now a religious and a teacher. She has accomplished many things in this life for she has held true to our motto, “No Crown without Labor.” What could we have done without her! She always did her lessons, and was very attentive in class. But out of class she kept us busy thinking what she would do next. She manufactured some of the most outlandish rigs you ever saw. The face of a Carmelite nun is now revealed, who is embroidering a set of vestments. This is our Philomena, who was ever fond of fancy work, and while we were having, “parlez-vous,” she was at her task. She always kept up the reputation of the class by never getting into trouble. Last, but not least I see the sweet face of a woman in her own lovely home. The face is so beautiful, so trustful, and so happy ! The first thought, who could look so sweet ? Something seems to tell me, only Bessie D—. She has not changed, for who could be better than she was even as a school girl ? She is sewing on a dress for her darling daughter, who seems to inherit her mother’s gentleness and sweetness. She is now aspiring to make a true and noble woman of her little one. How many thought the same of this dear class-mate, who always was willing to help others. I am aroused from these happy visions by the “Angelus” ringing from the Cathedral tower. I will kneel and recite it for my loved, loved classmates. I have beheld them, but may God in His way, direct each in the path that He has marked out for her, and may this path make a straight road to Heaven ! Frances E. Cooper. A LA FIN Mes souvenirs les plus precieux sont ceux de mes jours de classe auxquels se rattachent plusieurs incidents amusants. Mais, de ces quatre dernieres annees d etudes, 1 evenement, le mieux joue dans ma memoire, et qui causa le plus d excitation, est certes celui de la formation de notre club. La classe se composait de treize eleves. La grande question etait “Qui va etre Presidente. Animees de 1 esprit de justice et ayant :i coeur les interets de notre cercle, nous primes des moyeus tout :i fait legaux: 1 election se fit par voie de suffrage. Tout alia a merveille; l'elue fut une des plus intelligentes et des autres ofticieres, qui fut on ne peut plus satisfaisant. Nos reunions avaient le caractere d une seance de la chambre, car on y faisait des lois. La Presidente exigeait le silence quand 1 une on 1 antre officiere donnait son opinion et tout se passait aver le plus grand decorum. Outre nos reunions mensulles, il y avait seance extraordinaire quand questions pressantes le reclamait. Apres le temps consacre ;i 1 expedition des affaires courantes, venait le plaisir: chants, danses, causeries intimes, etc. Chacune se faisait un devoir d assister a ces reunions si propres a resserrer les liens de 1 amitie. Aussi que de regrets a la pensee que bientnt il faudra leur dire “Adieu,” comme a tant d antres bonnes choses de notre chere Alma. Avec quelle rapidite se sont ecoules les jours de precieux labeurs! jours meles de joies et de peines—ces derniers si legers en comparaison. Mais tout est bien qui finit bien et preuve que nous n avons pas perdu de vue notre devise “Nulla Palma sine Lahore.” Nous avons la quasi certitude de remporter “a la fin” de notre cours, diplomes et lauriers. Phii,omkne Paijzza. 56 L'ENVOI The Last Word of Experience So many days we did good work ! We did not duty ever shirk ; But somehow when we came to write For public view, our hearts took fright. We from experience would advise Each coming class to be more wise ; Put aside each best day’s task, And finer work one would not ask From high school girls who seek to shine In print;—so say we—Aughty-Nine. 57 St. ADaiYs Seminary Bayview, on the Narragansett, PROVIDENCE, R. I. CONDUCTED BY SISTERS OF MERCY This institution is delightfully situated in a picturesque part of Rhode Island, and commands a line view of Narragansett Hay. 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 supplied with all modern conveniences—electric light, steam, lire 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 may be 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.