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

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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

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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.

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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