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

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Sisters of Mercy in the new Convent in Chicago. Later in riding hy one of Chicago's beautiful residences, I saw Catherine Murphy sitting under the shade of a beautiful pine tree, writing the conclusion of her story, “The Trials of a Freshman.” I alighted and stopped to talk over old times with her. From Chicago I went to Nevada, and here, way in the Middle West, I encountered Catherine Walsh, Catherine Walsh no longer, but the wife of the famous Doctor Charles Hawkins. My last stop was at San Francisco, California. Just outside the city is situated a very pretentious looking estate. The house was surrounded by trees covered with luscious oranges. In a little playhouse belonging to her daughter Mary, Mrs. Weston, (Bessie Downes), and her two confidants, Mary Nolan and Elizabeth Greene were talking. Mary and Elizabeth had taken a vacation from their Business School to pay a visit to Bessie and to be with her on her fifth wedding anniversary. On the return trip to Providence, the train was scheduled to make a short stop at Chattanooga, but it delayed much longer than we expected. I went into the Chattanooga Public Library. Who should be the Librarian but Mary E. McCarthy! She didn’t know me at tirst but after a few seconds said: “Kegina, you’re the first person I’ve seen from home for a year.” Instead of reading we talked over the past until it was time for my train. I was delayed once more, but was amply rewarded for the delay. While passing through Salem. 1 met Hope Dowling, a kindergarten teacher there. She wished me to remember her to all the dear girls of ’22 whom I should happen to meet. Providence, at last! It seemed too good to be true. I admitted that it really was my own city when I saw the well remembered Cathedral; everything else seemed changed. Across the street I saw the Mahon Building and in a prominent place on the first floor were the offices of Mary Shea, Mary Durkin and Agnes Mahon, proprietors of the well known Typewriting and Supply Offices of Providence. Being so near Saint Xavier’s, I was hurrying there when I met two Sis-ters of Mercy coming from school. 1 seemed to remember their faces, and as they came nearer, I recognized Marcella Egan and Julia Harnedv, or better, listers Madeline and Dorothy. Walking along Broad Street towards the convent, 1 was surprised to see the signs: Doctor Anna Neilan and Doctor Anna MeElroy. “Who would have thought it? I said to myself. I continued on my way to tin1 convent: I was overjoyed when I beheld the underfill convent and academy that had been built since my last visit. I was equally surprised when the door was opened and 1 came face to face with -'lay Sheridan, now Sister Bertha. She was talking to Betty Duffy, the phv-s,cal culture teacher at Saint Xavier’s. “The Xavier Page Turnty-Three

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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

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I now began to enjoy the fragrance of sweet flowers, to listen to the murmur of a little brook, to see the rippling water sparkling in the setting sun. What could it all mean? Only that Morpheus was releasing me, and I found that my delightful trip had taken place on the bank of the little stream babbling at my feet. —Regina Coutanche “Have you ever thought that the to morrow of yesterday is the now of today?” Page Twenty-Four “The Xavier