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

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A Vision in Dreamland I T was late one afternoon in early June, 1932, one of those beautiful days that the poet has described in the words that follow: “Oh. what is so rare as a day in June, Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays.” J These verses, learned long ago at school, still haunted my memory! A gentle rippling of a brook at my feet seemed to whisper of those days, happy days! All surrounding things tended to put me in a gentle slumber and Morpheus was not slow to embrace me. One by one the beautiful pictures came, filling my heart with joy because of the success achieved by my classmates of ’22. On the porch of a lovely home in Cambridge sat three old friends. Evangeline Manter, Dorothy MacIntyre, and Marie Keefe, eagerly planning their trip to Europe for the following day; Evangeline, beginning her concert tour with Dorothy, as accompanist, and Marie to get the blessing of the Pope before building a Refuge for Homeless Roys and Girls! A few streets distant was a college for young ladies. At a desk in one of the large recitation halls was Margaret Ellis, as serious and quiet as ever, busily engaged in correcting Latin papers, for she was now famous as a professor of the “Dead Language.” A train stood in the station all prepared for its journey to Washington. I boarded this and after some hours ride, 1 found myself in the Capitol, which was brightly lighted. Although it was evening, one little lady, Catherine McCann, Secretary to the President, was still writing at her desk, while in the next room Edna Ilaekett and Marita Coughlin were silently typewriting a message ordered by the President for publication. In a nearby building Helen Sullivan and Catherine Collins were reporting their investigations in South America for the X. C. W. C. “The Xavier” Page Twenty-One

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 AsU MarV Mteobeth Mm Helen E 19 Squanto Street '° ' 82 Caro Never trouble trouble and trouble'll never trouble you. tta Sullivan Carolina Avenue To look on the bright side is to look on the right side of life Mary’s reputatioi in phonography i M a r y c o m e s fro in a “b i g town;” in other words WanskuckJ Laugh as you will, it is big in its quietness and repose; it is very big to Mary, for it is her home, and on t li a t s c o l e w e agree with her. i as a real student phenomenal. Helen is a generous and unselfish girl, loves music, dancing, and the luncheon period. Look again; no, her hair is not a la mode. Phonography is her favorite study and as a typist she stands high. Catherine Cert rude Walsh 3 h Jewett Street “Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends Here is Catherine, one of the most pleasing and graceful girls that ever entered St. Xavier's Academy. Her teachers as well as her classmates love her because of her kindly disposition. Catherine's favorite study is pho- nography and she is a prodigy in her transcriptions. We know there is a prominent position waiting for her as a typist and stenographer. Take our best wishes with you, Catherine. “The thoughts that absorb us are the thoughts that form us. AN ACROSTIC i Four happy years we have enjoyed, And quickly they have flown; Recall we now in memory, Each day with cares unknown; With courage, faith, and constancy, Each girl will do her part. Loyal to Alma Mater, dear, Love’s tribute from her heart. —Alice O'Neil Page Twenty uThe Xavier”

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While walking to my hotel, I met Mrs. Tabor (Gertrude Cogan) who greeted me very pleasantly, for we Imd not met since her wedding six months before. “Why, how are you, Regina, what an you doing in Washington?” she asked. • 1 am very well,” 1 replied, “I am enjoying a trip through the United States. I leave for New York to-morrow.” Isn't that a coincidence! I'm going, too, to New York to-morrow by automobile. Could you plan to come with me? she questioned. “Oh, yes! 1 thank you, I would like it very much. “Well, that is settled. I’ll see you at nine in the morning,” Gertrude replied. At precisely nine o’clock we left Washington. After an invigorating ride, during which I learned that Teresa Coyle was in Ireland on her long wished-for visit, after having worked hard as President of the Gaelic School. When we reached New York, Gertrude left me at my apartment, after having exacted a promise that I would come to see her soon. That evening, feeling lonesome, I wanted to divert my thoughts a little, so I decided to go to a concert. My lonesomeness disappeared as if by magic, when I heard Anna Cox and Dorothy Koegner singing a duet. It sounded inspiring even to my untrained ears. On leaving the hall, 1 saw the sign. Misses Power and Keith, Artists. After a long flight of stairs. I found their studio. They were just finishing a picture of Louise Mackinnev, who had been their model for many weeks. While walking along West 81st Street, I noticed a hall from which there were issuing sounds of familiar music. I entered and recognized Estelle Caul field and Mary Donahue teaching dancing and pantomines to a class of graceful little girls. The girls of '22 must have conceived a liking for New York, for in the same building 1 found Mary L. McCarthy and Helen McGeough, famous chemists, trying a new experiment. I continued my walk, not over impressed by the beauties of Broadway at night but dreaming (if my more quiet home town, Providence, when I was startled by shrill cries and knew there had been an accident. Fortunately, the New York Surgery was near, and soon two kind nurses, whom I recognized to be Anna Alchorn and Margaret Goulding, carried the little injured boy to the accident ward. The next morning 1 left New York for Chicago. Whom should I meet in the station in Chicago but Alice O’Neil and Hope Scott the former, Dean of Providence College for Women, and the latter, famous as a violinist. They told me that they had been visiting Margaret McCann and Madeline Mulgrew, “The Xavier” Pa ye Tin iily Tiro