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

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1923 volume:

Compliments of William H. Todd New York GDur lisluip Loved Bishop, Father, Friend, Our Shepherd true, Your children of St. Xavier’s wish to bring Full meed of praise. Oh, may the echoes ring With joyous strains of tributes offered you From all your flock who feel them justly due ! Great Leader of a cause to which we cling— Our Catholic Education! Christ, Our King, Will bless your Crusade that will light anew Our holy Faith and bid its beacons shine Adown the years. A holy war you wage ’Gainst all that tends to harm or to engage Your children’s souls in strife with error’s thrall, That holds the mind from truth that is divine. May God’s rich blessings crown your efforts all ! MARY V. MULLIGAN To Our Rishop—Sonnet........................... Foreword....................................... ifflcials.................................... Dedication..................................... Diocesan Educational Campaign.................. Class Motto—Poem............................... Our Chapel..................................... In Memoriam ................................... Personals...................................... After Many Years—Prophecy...................... The Tribunal of Conscience—Original Story...... The Night Prowler—Original Story............... Why Hetty Changed Her Mind Original Story. .. Pope Piux Xl's Choice of a Literary Patron..... Incidentals.................................... Trifles of Infinite Moment..................... Mothers’ Portraits............................. The Arbutus—An Indian Legend................... Selections from The Aeneid—Original Versification Poets’ Epitaphs................................ Our Juniors.................................... The Labyrinth—Poem ............................ Sense and Nonsense............................. Ye Rimester Shoppe............................. Pages from the Past—Class History.............. Social Events ................................. Alumnae Notes.................................. Editorials..................................... Class Will .................................... Finis.......................................... I AGS Q . O . 5 . t; 7 . 8 . ff . 10 . 11 . 12 . 21 . 24 . 27 . 2!) . 31 . 33 . 35 . 37 . 3!) . 40 . 41 . 44 . 47 . 48 . 5.5 . 57 . 60 . 62 . 64 . 66 . 68 A Foreword We Seniors all hope our mistakes you’ll not see, For we’ve labored and labored as hard as could be That the “Xavier” the mirror of our very selves Might never, no never he hid on the shelves. —Elsie 11. Fleckenstrin “The Xavier” Page Fire Class of 1923 MOTTO: Quien a Dios Tienc-Nada Lr Ealta Class Colors: Blue and White CLASS OFFICERS President, Catherine E. Bennett Vice-President, Gertrude C. Riley Treasurer, Teresa E. Caulfield Secretary, Anna I’. Teubert EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-chief, Catherine E. Bennett Assistant Editors Mary R. B. Eagan Teresa E. Caulfield Gertrude C. Riley Sophie Campbell Olga M. Vicario Social Editors Helen P. Daniels Mary V. Mulligan Circulating Editor Alice Miner Art Editors Mabel J. Burke Louise A. Manley Mary L. O’Donnell Anna P. Teubert BPS I NESS STAFF Manager Josephine C. Fitzpatrick Assistants Margaret M. Murphy Jane L. Johnson SOCIAL COMMITTEE Gertrude C. O’Donnell Elizabeth T. Sullivan Anna R. Riley PICTURE COMMITTEE Marie I). Sullivan Anna T. Masterson C. Marion Haven Dorothea I. Crowell Page Si.r ■‘The, Xavier DriHnttimt tn ODttr IRiciltt Heumttii Ulisiiup We thank you, dearly beloved Bishop, for the honor of dedicating to you our seventh volume of “ The Xavier ”, and we ask your blessing on our earnest efforts. Your most loving and obedient children, CLASS 1923 Per Helen P. Daniels The Xavier” Page Seven The Diocesan Educational Campaign IIK issue of the Proritlence Visitor for April thirteenth was a remarkable number. On the first page was a detailed account of the plans of our fleas Right Kevercnd Bishop's Educational Campaign, while on another page was the story of the awful tragedy perpetrated in Russia on Palm Sunday. What argument could be more convincing of the need of religion in education than that of the irreligion of Soviet Russia? To those who believe in an ever-ruling divine Providence, the linking of the Catholic Christian Educational Campaign with the brutal Soviet persecution demands serious reflection. A consideration of the godless situation in Russia, together with the repeated 'Attempts, in our own country, for the suppression of parochial schools, rallies every true Catholic of Rhode Island under the glorious standard of our Right Reverend Bishop as he leads the way in the Million Dollar Drive for Catholic High Schools in the Diocese of Providence. We who have been privileged to attend a Catholic High School are in a position to judge. We try to imagine what our career might have been without the holy atmosphere of religion; and the picture is. indeed, a dismal one. But dismal as it is, we find in it a cause of joy, for we rejoice that our beloved Bishop is about to make possible for all his children the blessing that has been ours—the privilege of a Christian Catholic Education. The welfare of a government, as well as that of an individual, rests on its religious principles. The Father of Our Country realized this, for he has warned us in his “Farewell Address”: “Of all the dispositions ami habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports. In vain would that man claim the tribute of patriotism, who should labor to subvert these great pillars of human happiness, these firmest props of the duties of men and citizens. The mere politician, equally with the pious man, ought to respect and to cherish them. A volume could not trace all their connections with private and public felicity. Let it simply be asked, where is the security for property, for reputation, for life, if the sense of religious obligation desert the oaths, which are the instruments of investigation in courts of justice? And let us with caution indulge the supposition, that morality can be maintained without religion. Whatever may be conceded to the influence of refined education on minds of peculiar structure, reason and experience both forbid us to expect, that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle.” But not all citizens of our great first President heed this serious warning, (lod and 11 is precepts are being barred from many of our educational institutions. With what results, let Socialism and Bolshevism answer. Our Right Reverend Bishop, keenly awake to the danger of Godless education, and, at the same time, realizing the necessity of Christian education for success and leadership, has undertaken the tremendous responsibility of the Million Dollar Drive. What Catholic is unwilling to make a sacrifice to insure tin1 success of the work? None! Every true citizen of the Catholic Church of Rhode Island will enlist as a volunteer in our Bishop’s great campaign for the spread of the Kingdom of God among men. —Anna Reilly Payr Eir ht “The Xavier” What Our Class Motto Quien a Dios Tiene, Nada Le Falta” Is to Me As the sunshine to the summer, As the fragrance to the rose, As a jewel in its setting, As an evening in repose: Our class motto is to me. As the dew is to the flowers, As tin honey to the bee, As rest unto the weary. As the fruit unto the tree: Our class motto is to me. As the birds are to the springtime, As the stars are to the night, As the songs are to the poet, As is beauty unto sight: Our class motto is to me. As is light to those in darkness, As are memories to the old. As are smiles to those in sadness, As a shepherd to his fold: Our class motto is to me. —Isabel F. O'Neil 'he Xavier Page Nine Our Chapel There are many loved scenes of the Convent Now hanging in memory’s hall, But there’s one that we take most delight in— The chapel stands rival to all. llow fondly we think of its windows. With stories so richly portrayed; Retreat days are sweet recollections Of hours that we knelt there and prayed. The shrines of St. Joseph and Mary, Those treasures with beauty replete, Inspire all with love and with long-ing To prostrate at Jesus’ pierced feet. But the Altar where Jesus reposes Is the magnet that draws with its love Our minds, and our hearts’ deep affections And seals them for heaven above. —Joaephinc C. Fitzpatrick Paf c Ten “The Xavier” (31rt iHentoriaut Mrs. Newman McDevitt K. I. P. Loved Bessie, dearest child tlwn zvert, Pair gift of God's dear love; Sweet flower of His Saercd Heart, He crowns tliee now above. IVliile the “Xavier is in print, we learn of the breaking of another S. X. A. link in the sudden death of Mrs. Newman McDez’itt (Bessie McCarthy of ’09), and zee hasten to arrange for the inserting of this page in order that the tender sincere sympathy of all at St. Xavier’s, Sisters and girls, may reach Bessie’s bercaz’ed husband, her afflicted Mother and family, and all those who love her and whom she loved. -The Xavier Page Eleven i t ' - Catherine Etula BrnneM Evelyn Veronica Bullock 165 Angcll Street A s r A Hymansville. R. 1. V h v_ “A full, rich nature free to trust “.4 sunny tray. a smile for all.” I.Oil’ll. I.lllll illl’l just. Our president Kate , not Katli-ryne. is one of the pioneers of S.X. A. from her “Minim” days. Loyalty, candor. and generosity. are Kate’s outstanding traits of character. She always looks and draws others to look for the sun that most shine through the darkest (hauls. Her motto, “He cheerful-wipe thine eyes,” is contagious. The class of ■”: will never forget her loyalty to them. Evelyn e o m e s from the country every morning as is shown by her rosy cheeks, which toll the country's charms, and Evelyn has charms, too many for this volume to hold. Her rendering of “Carolina,” etc., have helped us in our Physical Culture. A succesful typist we hope to see Evelyn in the future. Mabel Josephine Hurler 41 Manning; Street 'Fun is seen in her ilnneinff eyes Mabel is one of the group that occupies the lower table at luncheon and to state that fact means to speak volumes. She has artistic ability, too, as you will see by her sketches in the “Xavier.” We winder at times is it French or Drawing that most attracts her. Mabel is rf a gentle and kindly nature, much loved by everyone in S. X. A. 1 ary Sophie Campbell 8'.! Hope Street It is latter to he lauyhiny than to he stalling.” Sophie's witty sayings and comic remarks have been a source of amusement to us from time to time. She is quite interested in ' irgil. and has done some good English work that surprised us. She belongs to the “Social Six.” a group of most congenial girls. She is reviewing for College “Exams.” Ilarnarcl Mary Cantwell Lonsdale, It. I. hi inti hearts are mare than coronets.' Margaret came to ns in the third year: her loving manner and genial disposition are an inspiration to 11s. She excels in English, especially as a poet, and she leads in the short story. If one can judge by the past and present, her future work will gain for her love, friendship. and trust. ••The Xarier Cape Tirelre Alice Frances Casa 20 Schofield Street “Whatever is—is best. Alice anti her friend, Charlotte, arrive in tin morning just in time to hoar tin last hell ring. but this does not disturb Alice’s happy, fun-loving disposition. Her favorite study is phonography, in w h i c h she is it leader. Alice is also it very line pianist; however, it would not stir-prise us to hear of her being a stenographer under Spanish dictation. Teresa Elizabeth Caulfield 53 Bancroft Street she is a ehilil of lofty 'lift uml urane.” “Terry,” its she is called, is not lacking in originality nor in in tellectual powers. Her translations prove that she is it conscientious student. She has won it fixed place in the hearts of the girls by her pleasing personality. Our best wishes go with her for a successful career. Anna Itertha Condon G7 Bergen Street Wreathe the irorlil trllli your smiles: Two O's, two N s, a C, and it 1). put them together and spell it word for me. Have yon solved the puzzle, yet?— Yes, Bertha Condon. Whenever you are feeling blue, go to her; she will cheer you up because the bright side is ill ways the right side for her. Bertha intends to go higher next year. Irene Frances Cooney 153 Calhoun Street Imre lint ii thinil to fear Inca use niy heart is pare. “Appearances are deceiving is so true of Irene. Quiet and reserved naturally, one is surprised to find such bursts of humor as bubble up from under her e o n servatism. Irene deserted the hit Us of Classical for our own dear classrooms. Her rendering of the “Aetteid” gives us translations worth while. Dorothea Inez Croirelt 3(1 Mulberry Street •‘I am eonti nteil iritli what I hare, little he it. or much.” A very distinguished young lady is Dorothea. She Inis won the hearts of her classmates by her genial ways. , s an actress in our plays, she has shown great ability. If, in the future. she becomes ;t stenographer, she will prove a capable one. Congratulations to her prospective employer. Tin Xaricr” Pa ye Thirteen Angela Louise Crowley lf 3 Quarry Street, East Providence, R. I. (Icntlc in manner, resolute in deed. Let us introduce to you this demure young lady, who is the I rue and the only complement of East Providence. Angela entered the classical course in her first year, hut the commercial course claimed her as a Sophomore, in which she enjoys a good standing. Though she seems demure, she is really jolly and is loved and respected by her classmates. Her plans are till her own. • La. 1 . ' ' Helen Pauline Daniels 54 Baker Streets a “To those who know thee not Mo wonts ran point thee; To those who do. oil wonts ore faint.” Helen recently e a m e from tin prosaic city, Pawtucket, and we are glad she is in Providence. VVe find her a jolly, loving friend, and we s o m e t i in e s think and we truly know that without her, the class of '2d would be incomplete. May everything that’s good come to you in your future plans. Helen. Mara Madeline Define lag Holden Street Street promptings with kindest deals were in tier rerp looks. Mary, a commercial girl, is very studious. Her interest in all class atl'airs has been particularly helpful. We feel sure she’ll be a ste- nographer and win her way to success for she has been so conscientious and reliable and has such a pleasant disposition. Adeline Marie Devlin 159 Beacon Avenue “To he true to my word, my w irk end mil friends.” Adeline has gained the affection of her classmates by her quiet, unassuming manner: we have all concluded that in her is a hidden treasure that time will have to unfold to us. Her favorite study is phonography. Best wishes of the class follow you in your commercial carte r, Adeline! Mary Rosamond Eagan 93 Hospital Street — “Whal she knows would fill a volume.” What a wide, general knowledge Mary has! Many bright moments in class have been due to her original outbursts. She intends to go to college. Though she revels in study, jollification is not an unknown quantity with her. Latin and Versification are her favorite subjects. See her “Virgilian Verses” locked up in these pages. Page Fourteen 'The drier' Mary Eileen Eldridge 11 Atkins Avenue “A thini liter of the gods, divinely tall, anil wont divinely fair. Tall, and dig- ■ ii ' ■ i] ms ..in- Iii ii |Bpf' 11■ 11;i nl in physical 1111 111 •- W Ihp PI mil iiiin I 11 i l,-s wlii'ii M. Eileen 4 mis'! We ------------- love her for her amiability and loy-alty. Her face is ever wreathed in smiles. Josephine Catherine Fitzpatrick 2SG Point Street Maiden with the jolly tray, ever hayl‘ll all the day. Josephine is a musician of a rare order; her music just runs from off her finger tips in dainty drops of notes. .Much of the “social would be lost to the “six if “Jo” were missing. St ■% Elsie Barbara Fleckenstein 22 Taylor Street “Great thoughts arc here. For an excellent store of whys and wherefore's for every occasion, apply to Elsie! She is a poetical wizard in prose. In her translations from Virgil, and her intelligent appreciation of the text, she has assisted us in many a knotty passage, and such passages have confronted us more times than one. X’est-ce pas, }iris? Margaret Eileen Cearin 41 Belmont Avenue “She is kind and apt, with a pleasant disposition.” Enter “Marie Antoinette,” the name that Margaret has earned from her mode of hair dressing. Allhough she left us in the second year, she yearned for and returned to S. X. A. in her senior- year. Her p 1 a ns have not been discussed, but we know Margaret will always have success. Anna Loretta Haggerty 2S« Williams Street'll-? V._' Meet the world with ii smile.” If we were to outline all of Anna's qualities, they would make a volume well worth reading. Anna is pleasant and agreeable, an earnest and ipiiet student. Her favorite studies are phonography and Spanish. If we judge the future by the present, a position of trust awaits her. The Xavier Page Fifteen :x_ Catherine Marion lfaren 217 Regent Avenu .1 hull 1 ike Miss is our sweet Marion.' Marion is one of our loved seniors, v i v a c i o u s, generous, a I w a y s ready to lend a hand and take an important part in the “doings” of our school. If we guess rightly As-t r o n o in y has ( harms for her. Jane Loretta Johnson 111 Ashmont Street j—'sTL Her rater was erer soft; ficntle anil low. An excellent hint in women.' •lane is one of our star commercial girls, and although of a retiring disposition, she is a general favorite. Her inten-t ion is to enter t he business world and become a stenographer, and permit us to say that the world” will he the better, and to her it will Stop, Look, and Listen.” 'n tin rim Lit a Lynch 140 Ives Street J 4 J Truthful in thouyht, strati fast in tleeit Catherine came to S. X. A. from Cleary. We soon discovered in Catherine a true and loyal classmate . She is always willing to help in class affairs. She is a member of the commercial course and has established a very high record as a student of phonography. We have often envied Catherine for her calm disposition. She intends to enter the commercial world, where we feel sure great success awaits her. Louise Aifnes Manley 185 Arlington Avenue May we present “Tiny,” our big Senior? We agree that she is small in stature, but as an artist, she stands high; the “Xavier” would lack finish and ornament without her unique sketches. If Louise doesn’t follow her artistic talents, she may be a Physical culture teacher, for in the “gym” she excels in grace and ease. Anna Teresa Master son 235 Ives Stree . I merry heart nnikcth a cheerful countenance. Anna is one of our gentle lassies, who is very fond of her classmates. She has a very sweet and pleasing manner and may Ik seen any day, hand in hand with another senior, her namesake, whose “alter ego” she certainly is. Anna loves her “Alma Mater” and we know that love begets love. Xow, all is told. Cilife Sixteen Tin Xarier” Mabel Louise McCabe 229 Ootta;r. Street, Pawtucket, R. I. I dtimscl irhosc presence hrinos sunshine and love. Mabel brings sunshine and glee wherever she goes. She has the personality that lias in a d e her the friend of her elass-mates, who think that.she came too late to S.X.A.:for pruny I’awtucket held her in her Freshman year. Whatever the future In Ids for .Mabel, we hope that her good nature will always go with her on her way. Mon Marti no I Iclntiirr Mo Webster Avenue 3 - “Tlic mi morn of 'I'H lorelincss shall roan I oar iialhir in smile.” T It i s gracious little lady is from St. Anthony’s precincts, which we hear so m u c h about. Mary is a truly s t a u n c h schoolmate and friend, for in her four years she has been an inspiration to us all by her loving disposition and dignified bearing. She loves S. X. A., and S. X. A. loves her for her loyalty and strong support. May her future be tilled with happiness. Alice Marie .Miner 'll Frank Street a-aZ. t Smile anil the irorlil trill smile irilli lion. Alice's sweet smile has won a lasting place in the hearts of her classmates. Alice entered our class in l!ll!) and has remained a staunch member. We hope that she will meet with success in any work she engages in. for she is a conscientious student and one of the best all-around girls in S. X. A. •lane Elizabeth Moran 26 River Avenue To look on the hr iff h t side of lift is to look on the right side. •lane is a dignified girl whom every ne admires. Her excellent adherence to the rules of the school and her conscientious work meet the ap-p r o v a 1 of her teachers and classmates. Jane is one of the “Social Six’’ whose doings are a constant source of “what’s what” to us. She puzzles us, too, as to her future but we wise ones guess. Man Catherine Miillrrdi 1 Whittier Avenue Quiet, hal in that i uiet, a purpose:' Mary is a picture of composure at all times, on account of which quiet way we do not know what she intends to do; however, we extend our best wishes and know that she will do h o n o r to S. X. A. Chemistry and English a r t h e r choice studies. The At trier Pape Seventeen Mari Veronica Mulligan Conimiout, R. I. she has a rant store of knowledge. ‘‘Has a n y o n e her lessons pre-pa red?” “Ah! Here's Mary.” We sometimes wonder what time she retires, judging from the stupendous amount of work she brings in the next day. We are assured that she will he an ornament to whatever institution of learning will be honored by her presence. Charlotte Rita Murphy Brook Street She who brings hayyiness into the lil( of another brings sunshine into In r turn T h i s “petite” young lady, with her sweet and beaming face, is C h a r 1 o 11 e. She came to Saint Xavier’s in her first year from Cleary. She entered the commercial course and has proved herself very capable. ’Charlotte is a jolly, lovable “pal” and has won the hearts of all her classmates. Margaret Mary Murpliy 22 Preston Street ‘Knowledge in youth is wisdom in old age ft___ .1.1 Here is Marge, one of the most pleasing and graceful girls in St. Xavier’s. Her teachers, as well as her classmates, love her because of flu . Gertrude Cecilia (VDonnell H X Ragley Street, Central Falls. R. I. Sane knew her but to lore her. Vone named her but to nraiae. We all love Gertrude, who comes from Central Falls. Her amiable manner has won our hearts. In her studies, especially Spanish, she has m e r i t e d great praise. Gertrude has been our “Vice-President’s” close friend during her four years at St. Xavier’s. We think t h e i r parting will be one of the trials of her school 1 i ft . her sweet d i s p o s i t i o n. Marge’s favorite study is phonography. We predict a rosy future for her as a typist and stenographer. Mary Tjoyola (VDonnell 133 Clarence Street “.I merry heart maketh a cheerful count-enanee. Here you have Mary Loyola, a very happy girl. Many times our anxieties have been relieved by Mary who seems to find sunshine and makes others find it, too, through the darkest gloom. She is joy and love. As an artist and musician. Mary ranks high. Her sketches adorn the leaves of our Annual. Cage eighteen -The Xarie •” - . Isabel I'onfinean O’Neil Smith Street, Edgewood, It. I. One of our musical talents here; i uiet uiiil resc'rcd. Isabel is a commercial student, and a graceful asset of the physical culture class. The pages of the “Navicr’ will speak for her poetic ability. Carry with you our best wishes for your success, Isabel. Kathryn Kliza belli O’Reilly 427 Fruit Hill Avenue, North Providence The troril. Imyosslhle. in not in her ro-cahularu. Here's Kathryn, jolly and studious, and ever ready to promote the happiness of others. Many times she has warded off, by her witty remarks, the “blues,” the tilings that checker our would-be b a p p y h o u r s. Kathryn hopes to be a school teacher. Cecilia Irsnla Richer 39 Lonsdale Avenue 7 “Come anil trig it ax you tjo, on the funtaxtie toe.’’ lillht _____ ? - Ay Y Her witty sayings combined with her sweet disposition have gained many friends for her. Cecilia has the rare quality of doing all things well, tier excellent marks in studies prove this. 100', is hers for her thoughtfulness: her eyes are open to everyone’s needs. S. X. A. will miss her next year. Anna Rryina Riley K7 IOast George Street one fierirn o fjfew8ter f rtnnle Claire Riley Street. Pawtucket. When God makes a lovely thiny, the fair-ext anil eomylctext, lie niakex it little, don't ’you know, for little things are sweetest. Anna is a favorite with all her teachers, and is very much loved by her friends, because of her sweet and winning ways. We are all sure that Anna will shine in the business world, for she has finished a successful c o urse in S. X. A. R. r. Full of riyor. effort, not show. She's different from the rest you know.'' The above quotation describes our Vice-President, who never is so busy with her official duties that she cannot lend us a helping hand. She is a good and faithful student and lias claimed the admiration of all her classmates. Gertrude always finishes her luncheon peri o d in the spirit of the hour, dance and song. The Aaricr” Rage Nineteen Lillian Mm Slirriilini • 113 Arnold Street ‘kiwi thoughts, k:wl mini X. kiwi ilrnl.s. Lillian canu to us iii tlit first year from Tyler, but she is a 1 v a v s found with Hit1 g r o u p f r o in “Cleary”, —— we wonder why! Lillian is one of the bright lights in the coinmereial course. Slit is a member of the group of rapid talker:-. and this accomplishment comes in very handy in reading over her shorthand notes. We are certain that success awaits Lillian in her future career as a nurse. Elizabeth Teresa Snlliran 119 Olney Although this little miss hails from sober North Providence, she is the life of our class. Everyone enjoys herself when Bessie is around, because she sends melancholy to northern climes. Her witticisms make her a favorite with all her classmates. Although Bessie has been one of the social leaders of our class, she has never allowed this to interfere with her studies, notably, English. Marie Dorothy Sullivan HIklilan 1 Beach, Warwick, U. . os 'To lire in heart s wc lea re belli ml. is no to die; 'Tin street to be remembered.” Marie is small, but big in heart. She left S. X. A. in the second year to attend Bayview. but returned in the third. Marie is an amateur actress of great talent, and she possesses a sweet, soprano voice which has added much to the finish of our programs. We feel that her future audiences will not fail to appreciate her. Anna I'anlinc Teibert 147 Pomona Avenue “She if: it nirl both laving awl kiwi.” Anna is our secretary. As one of the class artists, she has contributed to the beauty of our Year Book. She is a member of the Commercial Division, and the leader in her class. Anna carries with her the love and r e s p e c t of her classmates, for she has been an indefatigable student. Olya Maria Vicar io ? S5 Arthur Avenue '■ “Iler xoft voire ix becoming to her gentle manner.” Olga is calm, self-possessed, of our leaders. She loves languages, but we believe that l-'rench is her favorite. Her quiet manner has m a d e her the friend of her teachers and classmates. Perhaps Olga will grace college with her presence in September, and in her dignified and gracious manner, we know she will win. I'aye Twenty The Xavier” After Many Years lol 11! See the Gypsy Camp,’’ cried Alice. “They must have come since morning. because I didn’t notice them when 1 was going to school. They say FJTQGjJ gypsies can tell what will happen years from now. Let’s have our for tunes told.” “No,” said .Margaret, “we had better not. You know it is wrong to go to those places, and besides, why should we want to know what will happen years from now? Let’s go home.” “I think that’s best,” said Alice. And the girls, all seniors from St. Xavier's Academy, parted at the next corner, each going in a different direction. Margaret was soon home chatting with her mother. “Mother, you can’t imagine what a great temptation I have just overcome.” Xo, indeed, I can’t. What is it, dear?” “A band of gypsies was encamped along the road and we girls were tempted to have our fortunes told, but we decided that it was best not to.” “Well, I’m glad to hear that. Seniors should not bring reflection on their school.” “Yes. that’s true, Mother. I’m glad we didn't go,” answered Margaret, as she took her books and went to her room to study, lint not being able to forget the incident of her victory, she decided to rest a little while and to study later. She fell asleep and, in her dreams, wandered back to the Gypsy Camp. On the way she met Marion, who told her that the thought of the gypsies had dis- Thc Xavier Page Twenty-One turbed her so much that she, too, was stealing back to get just one more look at them. The two girls continued their journey together. When they arrived at the tent, a small gypsy boy directed them to a very old woman whose long straight hair hung around her shoulders. She promised to tell the girls how she obtained the art of reading the future, if they would permit her to tell their fortunes. As the two girls had been struggling with the Class Prophecy, they consented, on condition that she would let them know also the future of their classmates. She agreed; so, crossing her palm with silver, the two girls at once became interested in the crystal. The old soothsayer peered into the globe for a few minutes and then said, 1 see you, light-haired Miss, as an author; and you (pointing to Margaret), a teacher of little children. Among your pupils are Dorothy Ryan, daughter of Gertrude O’Donnell, and Anna Powers, daughter of Lillian Sheridan. Now 1 see a crowded theatre. In the audience. Mary Kagan and Mary Mulligan are enjoying themselves after a strenuous day of teaching in one of our foremost colleges for women. The first is a Latin teacher and the latter, a Spanish teacher. Mary O’Donnell and Marie Sullivan are there also, having just re turned from their concert tour abroad. The girls leaned over the old woman’s shoulder and looked into the crystal. There in tin orchestra they saw Catherine Lynch playing the violin, accompanied by Evelyn Bullock. The curtain arose, and Bessie Sullivan and Cecilia Richer appeared, playing the leading parts in one of the Shakesperian dramas. The globe clouded again, and, as it cleared, a beautiful studio came to view, with Mabel Burke and Louise Manley busily putting the finishing touches to some portraits they had done. The door of tin studio opened, and Mrs. Kent (Helen Daniels) came in with her little son, whom she wished to have portrayed. As that picture faded away, an operating room appeared. Outside the door, Olga Vicario, superintendent of the nurses, and Jane Moran, her assistant, were congratulating Dr. Sophie Campbell and Dr. Josephine Fitzpatrick on their success in a recent difficult operation. Peering further, the girls saw a large Academy with Sisters of Mercy” over the door. Two Sisters, teachers in the Academy, were acting as portresses. “Margaret,” said Marion, “are we seeing right? Can it be -Yes, it is Jane Johnson and Gertrude Riley! 1 wonder what names they have now?” The two Sisters were very busy bringing visitors to the chapel where the Bishop was preparing to perform the Profession ceremony of Sister Mary Joseph (Angela Crowley) and many others. Several invited guests arrived for the Profession Elsie Fleckenstein and Isabel O’Neil came from their Interior Decorating Studio in New York, Alice Casey and Charlotte Murphy from their secretarial offices in Washington. They were cordially welcomed by the assistant Art Teacher. Sister Mary Frances, once Anna Teubert. The girls hoped to set more of the convent, but the crystal grew dim. The next picture was a fashionable dress-making establishment. The famous designer. Bertha Condon, and her assistants, Irene Cooney and Mar Paqe Tirruti Tirn ‘'The Xavier j;aret Murphy, were planning a dress for Mrs. Brennan, who was no other than Teresa Caulfield. Some of the ladies waiting to be fitted were Mrs. Russell (Eileen EldridgeI and Mrs. Courtland (Catherine Bennett). The gills were wondering what the next picture would show them, when, in the crystal, appeared a room with the floor covered in papers. They tried in vain to think what this could be, when presently they saw Alice Miner, Adeline Devlin and Mary Mulleedy struggling with some poetry. With them were the famous novelists, Mary McIntyre and Dorothea Crowell. Their books were being illustrated by Anna Masterson and Margaret Gearin. The door of the room opened and Mabel McCabe and Mary Devine entered. They were either going to help them with their work or going to buy their books. The picture faded before the girls could find out. In another instant they saw a very exclusive millinery store, whose head milliner was Anna O'Riley. Waiting for hats were Mrs. Alderman (Anna Haggerty) and Mrs. Warren (Kathryn O’Reilly). As the last picture faded, the old gypsy put away her crystal and said, “Xow ladies, I will reveal to you how I obtained this power of foretelling. I-----.” “Margaret. Margaret, do yon want your supper?” “No, I’m going to have supper with the gypsies,” said Margaret, sleepily. “With the gypsies? Wake up, child. What are you talking about?” “Oh, Mother, 1 was dreaming. Of course, I'll come down to supper immediately,” drawled Margaret. ,, . „ ,, . „ . „ Mnnon Ilaven—Margaret Cantwell A Corner in Sr. Xavikr's Garden The Xavier'1 Page Twentt Tliree The Tribunal of Conscience that if I go out I will not have time to finish it.” “Oh!” murmured the disappointed Patricia. “Did T tell you that my guardian sent me an extra cheek this month S50.00 over my regular allowance? Miss Eldred just cashed it for me, and 1 am going to buy a new dress for the senior tea next Friday.” “If you wait until tomorrow, 1 shall go with you and help you to select it,” returned Jane. “All right, dear. Where shall 1 leave the money?” “1 think you had better put it away,” said Jane. “Money left around is, after all, a strong temptation to some people.” “It will be safe in this pocket book on the desk until 1 return, as long as you are staying at home. 1 wouldn’t trust it with anybody except you. That’s a compliment, if you want one,” laughed Patricia. “Thank you, Patricia. Will you please lock the door with your key when you go out? I’ve a theme to write and 1 want no one to disturb me.” Patricia Saunders and Jane Clark were seniors and room-mates at Pine-hurst, Miss Eldred’s Private High School. Miss Saunders was the only survivor of an aristocratic Southern family, and a large fortune was held in trust for her by her guardian. She was a very lovable girl, of pleasing disposition, and attractive manner. Miss Clarke was of a sturdy New England family, and of ordinary means. Her disposition was not as sunny as Patricia’s, but she was lovable withal. After Patricia’s departure, Jane wrote her theme and studied her Latin prose. Soon she became very tired and lay down to rest. She was enjoying the deep sleep of the tired brain, when she was awakened by the sound of the key in the door. She jumped up quickly as the door opened. “Why, Patricia, are you home so soon?” she cried. “1 didn’t expect you for quite some time. While I was studying my Latin, I got very tired and thought I’d lie down for a few minutes to rest.” “I am so sorry 1 disturbed you, dear. But you’ll be glad when I open my bag,” replied Patricia. “Well, what did you buy in town?” questioned Jane, ignoring the necessity of an apology. “Just wait till you see, Jane. Some nice crackers and a jar of orange mar malade! We shall have a little party all by ourselves!” After having enjoyed the crackers and marmalade, the girls enjoyed each other for a time discussing the Tea which was to take place the following G AN you come into town with me this afternoon?” asked Patricia Saunders of her school friend, Jane Clark. “I’m sorry,” returned Jane, “but 1 have so much Latin prose to do, Page Twenty-Four “The Xavier” Friday. Suddenly Patricia remembered that site must write a letter to her guardian to thank him for his generous check. She went to the desk and, after looking about a moment or two, she exclaimed;—‘‘Where is the money that 1 put on the desk before 1 went out? Did you put it away, Jane?” Jane looked at hoi- friend in amazement and replied, “Why you said that you put it in the pocket-book. Isn't it there, now?” I haven’t been over to that side of the room since you left. Look around. It must be there, somewhere.” Both girls searched tin whole room, but no pocket-book could be found. “I can’t understand it, said Patricia. “I’m certain that I put it there on the desk and it couldn’t possibly have walked.” “Well, 1 don’t know how you can help thinking that I am guilty. But, if my word means anything, 1 assure you, 1 am innocent.” “O. Jane, how can you think of such a thing? I, to think that you took my money! How silly! “But, as you said, it couldn’t have walked away. Somebody must have moved it, and the fact remains that the door was locked. I can’t understand it,” said Jane. “Well, it must be here somewhere,” Patricia concluded. After supper, the girls studied together and there was nothing said about the money, though each knew of what the other was thinking. That night when Patricia went to bed, she was a prey to conflicting emotions. She could not think of accusing her best friend of stealing the money, and yet where could it possibly have gone? Dropping oil’ to sleep site was repeating—“NO—NO—NO—lane is a victim of circumstances—She is not guilty.” At her first free period in the morning, Patricia went to Miss Eldred and told her the whole story. Miss Eldred was puzzled. “Why, 1 never heard of such a thing.” she exclaimed. “In my school! This must be investigated at once! With whom do you room?” “With Jane Clark. But, Miss Eldred. sin couldn't have taken it. I would trust Jane with my life. She is the soul of honor.” “But, Miss Saunders, you said that the door was locked. How could any outsider have come in?” “Oh, I don’t know, 1 don’t know,” moaned Patricia, “but Jane couldn’t have done such a thing.” “Good morning. Miss Saunders. T shall recover your money, I assure you.” Miss Eldred called up the Parker Detective Agency, and asked for a detective to come to the school at once. He arrived within an hour, and the whole school assembled in tin- hall. The detective questioned every girl in the school and also every one of the maids. No evidence could be found that had any bearing on the case. The detective, Mr. Whaley, summed up the case in a few words. “A sum of money is missing from ltoom 1!). One person was alone in the room with the “The Xavier Pai e Twenty Five door locked during tlie hours that the money disappeared. The conclusion is that that person, Jane Clark, stole the money.” Jane declared she had not taken the money, but her protests were in vain. The fact that she had paid a debt of $25.00 to one of her schoolmates on the evening of the theft, seemed irrefutable evidence. Jane was guilty! Everybody knew it! Patricia alone sustained her friend’s innocence. Broken-hearted, Jane wished to leave the school, but Patricia advised against it. “If you leave now, Jane dear, everybody will be convinced that you are guilty. I alone know that you are not.” And kissing her affectionately, Patricia left the room. “Oh, 1 must prove that she is innocent,” she thought, “and I have only a short time in which to do it, for Miss Kldred may expel her any day. Poor, dear Jane!” That night neither Patricia nor Jane could sleep, so they decided to utilize their time profitably. Slipping on their kimonas, they were about to study when a head appeared over the transom and a pair of eyes stared wildly about. Both girls were terrified. “That’s Bessie Segar,” whispered Jane. “What is the matter with her?” “Oh, if it is she, she is walking in her sleep,” returned Patricia. “What is she saying? Look! she is holding some shiny thing in her hand.” “It is the long window pole with the brass hook at the end of it, I think,” responded Jane. S-sli! let's listen.” The droning voice came over the transom: “YTes, T must have money. When I went past Patricia Saunders’ door a little while ago, she was telling her room-mate that she had just received some money from her guardian. I must have it! 1 need it worse than she does. Ah! Here it is!” And the guilty girl again enacted the crime she had committed on the afternoon that tired, innocent Jane lay sleeping. Next morning the unfortunate Bessie was arraigned before Miss Eldred, and she admitted all. Jane was exonerated. She became the idol of the hour. Contrition, admiration, love were laid at her feet. This, though satisfying and gratifying to poor human nature was not without its sting; for it was the result of sight, not of faith. There was, however, some pure gold mixed with the alloy—the realization of Patricia’s deathless loyalty. This, and this alone made the hour one of real triumph and supreme happiness to Jane. —Catherine E. Rennet Page Twenty-Six “The Xavier” The Ni ht Prowler 1T was three o’clock in the morning. Marian and her three girl com- ____ panions were sleeping soundly in a tiny, lonely cottage in a grove of oak and pine trees on the sloping shores of Crystal Lakes. They were so wearied by their long journey from Chicago in a hot and dusty railroad coach, that, in spite of their misgivings as to safety and their hard struggle to ward oil' drowsiness, they had soon gone to sleep. “You don’t expect us to sleep alone down in this grove so far away from the house?’’ Marian had asked of the farmer’s wife upon their arrival at the grove. “Suppose tramps, or gypsies, or bears should come prowling around in the night! There isn’t a man around if we shouted our lungs out, in terror!” “No, not one,” chorused the rest of the girls. “Don’t fear, Darling,” the good-natured Mrs. McCarthy assured Marian with an affectionate pat of the hand, “we’ve the finest watch dog in the country, and, besides, I give you my word, neither a man nor a beast was ever known to enter the grove after night fall.” Silenced by this declaration, the girls joyfully ordered their luggage down and took possession of the house. As bedtime drew near, they were overcome again by timidity; but they comforted one another by recalling Mrs. McCarthy’s words, and they finally quieted down to rest. Suddenly Marian awoke with a throbbing heart. Somebody was prowling about the cottage. She became dumb with fright, and lay motionless, straining her ears to catch the slightest sound. All was still for a moment. Marian then eagerly asked herself had she imagined or dreamed it. But no! Again she heard a stealthy step, and the sound of a body brushing against the wall. She sat upright and stared at the window. She stared for a long time, but the prowler did not appear. Marian thought it must be a man, for she distinctly heard him brush against the wall. “Girls! Girls! A burglar or a beast is prowling around the cottage,” Marian gasped and sobbed. “What shall we do! Four helpless girls!” In an instant, Irene, Evelyn, and Rita had leaped from their beds, terrified. “What time is it?” asked Evelyn in trembling tones. “It’s three o’clock,” answered Marian, shuddering. The girls all became frightened at the hour confronting them. “It serves us right for staying,” declared Rita, who quickly suggested that they make a dash for the farmhouse. The others, weak with fear, begged her not to think of it. “It’s the only thing to do,” she answered decisively. “The Xavier” Page Twenty-Seven “Do you want to In captured or devoured?” cried Irene, clutching Rita’s arm. We’d surely be killed,” moaned Evelyn, wringing her hands in distress. Marian crept out of bed and stole fearfully to the window and peeped out. The others followed and looked over her shoulder. Every tree trunk appeared like a man standing at attention, waiting for orders to attack. It seemed as though an army of tramps surrounded them. At this sight, Evelyn fainted. Suddenly they heard a voice shouting, “Tim, 1 have him.” A cold perspiration broke out upon the terrified girls as they clung to each other and listened, scarcely breathing. Presently Tim joined his companion, for the girls now heard the voices of two men. “We have you this time and we’ll see to it that you're well watched hereafter,” growled the first man. “Don’t be too hard on him,” the second voice pleaded. The girls now dared to look out boldly from the window. They saw the two men walking from the house leading with them a poor captive sheep, which had strayed from the fold on the hillside. —Jane Moran Summer Once again the summer sun Golden rays hath shed, For the winter work is done Icy winds have lied. Flowers now begin to wake, Birds are on the wing, Pretty boats float o’er the lake, Happy children sing. —Olga M. Vicario Page Turn ft -E igh t ‘‘The Xavier’’ Why Betty Changed Her Mind HY Betty, what is the matter?'’ asked Mrs. Allen, as she noticed her daughter’s sullen face. “Oh everything, Mother,” answered Betty, throwing her hat on the table. “Everyone of the teachers favored our plan to see ‘Hamlet’ to-night, and then they all gave ns the same amount of home work as usual.” “But Betty, you go to school to study.” “Oh yes, I know, Mother, but there is such a thing as too much of anything.” “Come, eat your luncheon and perhaps you will feel better.” “No, thank you, Mother, 1 don’t care for any luncheon now; 1 have some chocolate in my pocket.” Betty picked up a book by her favorite modern author, took the chocolate from her pocket, and started towards the porch hammock. “Don’t you think it would be better to prepare your lessons before you read, if you intend to go out this evening, Betty?” “Well, it would be better, but I have decided not to prepare any lessons for to morrow; other girls never study, and they manage to succeed.” Mrs. Allen sighed and took up her sewing, while the wilful Betty continued towards the porch. Nestled in the hammock robes, she soon appeared to have forgotten her troubles and to be dreaming—perhaps, of the good fortune of her heroine. The next morning when the senior class had assembled, the principal informed the girls that two college professors who were studying the systems of different high schools, were expected at their School that day. Betty’s heart sank. “Just my luck,” she said to herself. Betty had chemistry during the first period. She paid no attenttion to the experiment, but continually turned her head towards the door, watching and waiting for the dreaded professors. The period dragged along. Would the gong ever ring? Surely the clock must have stopped! The astronomy period, which followed, passed in almost the same dread. Betty was indeed “star gazing” for the teacher had to call her attention to the lesson several times. Going down stairs to English, Betty glanced over the lesson and caught a few words hero and there, but her recitation was a failure. IIow was the teacher to understand what Betty was saying when Betty herself did not know what she was talking about? After the third hour of agony, the gong rang for the luncheon period, and Betty’s heart began to beat normally once more. © W “The Xavier” Page Twenty-Nine Surely, she reckoned, if those professors haven’t arrived before now, they won’t come until fo-iuorrow. Thus, self-encouraged, Hetty danced away the luncheon period, after which she calmly walked into the Latin class. Oh, horrors! There at the front of the room sat two tall, stern looking men. The professors! The Latin class was very small, and every girl was sure to be called on to recite. For more than half the period Betty seemed fortunate, when suddenly one of the professors turned to the day’s lesson. “Translate the first passage, .Miss- —” shuffling the cards and slowly pulling out one— “Miss----Miss-----” Would the suspense ever end? “Miss Allen,” called the professor in a stern voice. Betty stared at him helplessly, and thought the ground would open and swallow her up, for slowly but surely she began to grow smaller and smaller. “Goodness!” she felt she was shrinking into nothing and that horrid professor was pulling her ears. “Would he ever let go?” OH!—and Betty woke up with a start, to find Fluff, her kitten, playing with her hair. “Mother,” cried Betty, “Where did 1 leave my books?” “Right here on the table,” answered her mother; “but,” she added, “I thought you were not going to study?” “Oh ! I’ve changed my mind,” answered Betty. And Mrs. Allen smiled over her sewing as Betty related her dream. —Margaret Cantwell Forget - Me - Not There is a pretty little flower Of sky blue tint and white, That glitters in the morning hour, And goes to sleep at night. It is a token small and true A pretty name its lot You know it, since I’ve named the hue, ’Tis sweet “For-get-me-not.” —Irene F. Cooney Page Thirty ‘•The Xavier’’ Pope Pius XIs Choice of a Literary Patron H” OR her children of every age, class, and profession, the Catholic Church has chosen patrons—Saints, whose example may encourage those, who are called to the same labor, to strive for the same degree of sanctity that they have already attained. To guide popes, there is always the example of St. Peter; kings, St. Louis of France; queens, St. Margaret of Scotland; bishops, St. Charles Borromeo; monks and nuns, St. Francis of Assissi and St. Clare; laborers, St. Benedict Labre; peasant girls, St. Joan of Arc; and so the list becomes almost inter minable. The great difference in position among the patrons of the various pro fessions forms the strongest proof of the universality of the Church. Recently, Pope Pius XI has declared St. Francis de Sales, patron of Catholic writers. Universal opinion has confirmed our Holy Father’s decision and rejoiced that his choice should fall upon this great saint,—bishop, apostle, writer. St. Francis de Sales was born of a noble French family in 1522, and was intended by his father for diplomacy, not for Holy Orders. He was a brilliant student, and his father, M. de Boisy, who was exceedingly proud of him, was very much disappointed when Francis made known his desire to receive Holy Orders. His father consented, but reluctantly. After he had served some years as a priest, our Saint was consecrated Bishop of Geneva, a city seething with heresey and hatred for the Catholic Church. St. Francis bore himself most nobly in all the difficulties which he encountered in the performance of his episcopal duties, and, by his Christ-like meekness, converted large numbers of heretics. It is, however, not as an Apostle, but as an author that we are to consider St. Francis at present; and yet it would be impossible to regard his writings impersonally, without taking the author himself into account. Man and writer,—both were the Saint! St. Francis de Sales writes as the saint, the apostle, the director, inciting and encouraging here, consoling and healing there. Precisely on account of tin man’s eminent holiness, the charm of the writer’s singularly lucid style is not sufficiently appreciated by his readers, through their eagerness to grasp the deep and helpful truth of his words. Yet the literary style of St. Francis de Sales is thought fit to be compared with that of the Italian Humanists of the sixteenth century. Instead of the stilted and forced rhetoric of his contemporaries, our Saint turned for models to the con versational methods of Plato and Cicero. The chief characteristics which this method introduced into his works were: familiarity, clearness, transparency, and simplicity. It is interesting to note that the books of St. Francis de Sales are among the very few written in sixteenth century French, that are commonly read to-dav. The Xavier” Page Thirty-One What causes the style of St. Francis cle Sales to be wondered at, all the more, is the fact that he did not consciously attempt to cultivate a distinctive style, lie wrote, not to gain renown nor to indulge his love of literature, but purely to promote Hod's greater glory, to enlighten and strengthen men’s souls, and to bring them to a better realization of their duty towards God aud of the affection that is His due. The products of his pen, consequently, reveal more than a simultaneous growth of thought and feeling. In his voluminous correspondence, especially, St. Francis shows forth his saintly character—wise, gentle, pious; grave, but not sad. The gentleness which was the predominating characteristic of this Saint has become proverbial, and his favorite saying, “You can catch more (lies with a spoonful of honey than with a barrel of vinegar” is quoted everywhere. With the exception of the Rible, and the “Imitation,” perhaps no books have been of greater benefit to Christians, desirous of attaining perfection, than the “Treatise of the Love of God,” “Introduction to a Devout Lift ,” and “Letters to People in the World” written by St. Francis de Sales. In the last mentioned book, St. Francis wrote peacefully, like one who had known much joy and sorrow; against whom the storms of heresy and hatred had dashed in vain. Ilis native force, mother wit, grace, ease, and polish lend charm to his words. One writer thus sums up the work of St. Francis: “What he accomplished was unique—the simplification of Christian devotion.” Ilis motto, “Live joyfully and be generous,” animates and gives grace to his writings, a grace which makes his style clear, subtle, animated, and spiced with dashes of good humored gaiety. St. Francis, then, is the Saintly model whom Holy Mother Church will have Catholic writers invoke and imitate! Ah, yes, but to have them write as he wrote, she first bids them think as he thought, live as he lived, love as he loved. —Mary R. Eagan I Page Thirty Tiro The Xavier Incidentals Sept. 11. Sept. 15. Sept. 18. Sept. “4. Sept. 25. Oct. 2. Oct. 3. Oct. 5. Oct. 6. Oct. 10. Oct. 11. Oct. 10. Oct. 20. Oct. 22. Oct. 27. Nov. 3. Nov. 5. Nov. 0. Nov. 10. Nov. Hi. Nov. 20. Nov. 24. Vaca t ion o ver! Glad? Sad? “Girls! You are seniors!” Racine- French (Classic. Intent on study. .Josephine Fitzpatrick answers roll call by, “In volcanic regions. Sister.” Ah! we begin tin favorite (?) subject “Oral Themes.” French Conversation. A slight explosion in Chemistry accompanied by “Oh Mb!” evidently a mother's protection was felt. Our Right Reverend Bishop visits us and gives an interesting account of his visit to the Holy Father. We greet our new Physical Culture Instructress, Mrs. Isabel Ahearn O’Neil. “Hamlet.”—Theatre Party. Election of Class Officers; Great Excitement. Sisters of The Faithful Companions of Jesus visit our Academy. Our First Class Meeting. Election of Social Committee. Hallowe’en Social. Girls “insist” upon forgetting Codas! ! We attend Mass at the Cathedral. In clear decisive tones: Celia Kicher’s name is Cecilia. Grave mistake! ! We are instructed in the art of emphasizing while singing, “Lost Chord.” English Class was frightened when Sister ended the story “The Lady and the Tigre” by O-o-o-o-h! Preparations for Bazaar under way. Our Bazaar opens to-day. The Xavier” Page Thirty-Three Nov. Dec. Dee. Dec. Dec. Dec. I )ec. Jan. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Mar. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. Apr. May May 29. Thanksgiving holiday begins. 1. Back again,—hard study. 4. Seniors are not the causes of disorder in the hall. Ring out, glad bells! 5. Keeper Mabel McCabe, is honored with title of “lightkeeper” in Senior Assembly Room. 7. Education Day Program, (treat Praise! 12. Dr. Walsh gives interesting and instructive lecture. 21. Seniors give Christmas Play. 4. Class of eight girls who come to school in storm rewarded “sweetly.” 9. Our beloved Bishop visits Academy and presents to us, medals of our lloly Father, Pius XI. 10. We are asked, “Do you know what silence means?” Hi. St. Patrick’s Day Program. IS. We meet the famed “Captain Veneno.” 2. - . School closes; Easter vacation!! 10. Girls bring their pictures for the engraver. 17. Seniors go to the State House. 18. Astronomy Exam. 20. “Xavier” nearing its completion. 23. Mary Eagan reads the future epic poem. One half hour's meditation,—Why? 25. Sketches finished to-day. Our artists deserve great credit. 2(1. Typists overworked. 27. We learned Queen Anne was a contemporary of Augustus Caesar!!! 30. Take a full breath, “Xavier” finished. 1. Exercises in Chapel. 2. We go to “Press.” “The Xavier Pape Thirty-Font Trifles of Infinite Moment N glancing over the history of the past, few things are of greater interest than the momentous consequences that have often followed from apparently trifling events. In this principle, many see only the element of chance; but we, who are blessed by the gift of faith, see clearly the working of divine Providence—the manifestation of God's care over Ills creatures. A few instances will serve to illustrate the truth of these words. In a legend connected with Scotch history is an incident in the life of Robert Bruce. After being defeated by the English, he was taken captive. His long hours of captivity were spent in watching a spider which was spinning its web over the grated entrance, and in brushing away the airy fabric each time it was completed. The spider was not easily discouraged, and after each destruction wouid immediately rebuild the web. Bruce, it is told, took the lesson of perseverance to heart, and, under its influence, later gained those victories over England which resulted in the liberation of his country. Another legend, also of Scotch history, tells us how the thistle became the national emblem of Scotland. At the time when the Danes were overrunning the country, a strong party of them decided to surprise the Scottish camp by night, and destroy it. They had almost reached the camp when the leading officer stepped on a thistle, which pricked his foot severely. He uttered a loud exclamation, which awoke the Scottish sentry who, in turn, immediately aroused the army. In gratitude for their escape, the Scotch adopted the thistle for their emblem. They placed it on their banners and surrounded it with the motto: “Nemo me irapune lacessit.” Many of the marvels of the scientific world have been the outcome of causes which, in themselves, seem but the merest trifles. Sir Isaac Newton, the greatest of philosophers, made his three great discoveries,—fluxions, nature of light and colors, and the law of gravitation, during his abode at Cambridge. To the last of these his attention was first turned by his seeing an apple fall from a tree. Finsen, the Danish light-cure specialist, was one day looking out of his study window. lie saw a cat on the roof of a shed stretching itself and luxuriating in the sun. It slept on, and Finsen watched it almost aimlessly. Then he noticed that soon the shadow deepened and reached flu cat; whereupon the tabby arose and went further into the sun. Finsen was interested now, and he watched until he saw the act several times repeated. He then came to the conclusion that light and heat are of some particular benefit to animals. This apparently trifling circumstance resulted in his now famous work. Galileo, while attending devotions at a cathedral, observed the swinging of a lamp from its long chain. He timed it by his pulse. Although the time of “The Xavier” Page Thirty-Five each swing remained the same, the length of the arc grew smaller. This led to the invention of an instrument for physicians’ timing the pulse. Another incident, a very fortunate one for humanity—the thoughtfulness of a very primitive man who lit a lire on a hill to serve as a guide to some belated friends out in their fishing canoes, was the beginning of the modern lighthouse, that magnificent product of science, of civil engineering and of optics. George Watt is said to have discovered the elastic force of steam by watching the lid of a boiling tea kettle bob up and down with the pressure of the confined steam. He followed out his discovery and applied the principle to the steam engine. Edison admits that the discovery of the phonograph was largely accidental. Hi- was experimenting with a machine intending to reproduce Morse characters on paper. When turning the paper very rapidly, he found that a sound resembling human talk was heard. From this to the reproduction of sound waves was an easy step for tin1 great inventor. Nowhere, perhaps, do we timl more remarkable examples of momentous consequences following from slight causes than in the history of the Church. It may have seemed a small matter when, in the sixth century, the Abbot Gregory, passing through the market place in Home saw, exposed for sale, some fair-haired slaves. I’pon inquiring their nationality and being told that they were Angles, lie replied that they were well named since they looked like angels. The incident, although apparently forgotten, bore fruit years later, when the Abbot, as Hope Gregory the Great, remembering the angelic pagans, sent Saint Austin with thirty-nine Benedictine monks as missionaries to Anglia. The result was the conversion of ten thousand natives. Francis Borgia, a worldly man. upon beholding the dazzling beauty of his empress, Queen Isabella of Spain, made vile and loathsome by death, turned from the court to the cloister with the thought, “What doth it profit a man if he gains the whole world and suffers the loss of his own soul.” Saint Ignatius Loyola was transformed from a soldier to a saint by a chance reading of the “Lives of the Saints” during the weariness of convalescence. Saint Francis Xavier was won from worldly ambition to the conquest of souls by Saint Ignatius’ oft-repeated question, “And what next, Francis?” Thus it is that, in the history of individuals, as of nations, the great crises of life often turn upon such slight incidents that we see only the apparent want of proportion between the cause and the effect, and fail to note that the relation between them is as close and as necessary as that between the acorn and the oak. -T-Cecilia Richer •'The Xnricr l‘aye Thirty-Six Mothers' Portraits 1TH what deep sympathy and reverent love have artists, poets, statesmen, and saints expressed the sweetness and characters of mothers! Some have given us their mothers’ pictures in paintings, some in prose, and some in poetry—yet each, though using a language all his own, has produced the same lights and shadows of exquisite feeling. The following citations are but a few of the thousands of illustrations of Mothers’ Portraits that enrich the world’s literature and art: “A kiss from my mother made me a painter,” said the veteran artist, Benjamin West, after lie had won fame and hung his pictures in the Royal Academy. “When my mother looked at my first sketch, she praised it and kissed me as a sign of her joy and approval. Had she been a selfish parent, she might have said, ‘Foolish child, don't waste your time on such daubs,’ and so she might have quenched the first spark of ambition.” Whistler’s “Portrait of His Mother” is an especially fine and well known modern painting. It is purely artistic in its rich simplicity. Tenderness, dignity, and thoughtfulness are discerned in the expression of the aged face. Pleasing highlights in the picture are the dainty white handkerchief in the lap, and the white lace cap resting lightly on the smooth hair. In the words of an eminent critic: “In her face is concentrated the calm and dignity to which every other part of the canvas has contributed. . . . That face speaks to each and every mother’s son with a different appeal; it speaks a universal language, that each can understand, but no man can fully comprehend.” Abraham Lincoln, in gratitude and love, laid the glory of his accomplishments at his mother’s feet: “I remember my mother’s prayers, and they have followed me. They clung to me all my life. All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” Macaulay’s word on our subject are those of poignant truth: “In after life, you may have many friends—fond, dear friends—but never will you have again the inexpressible love and gentleness lavished upon you. which none other but a mother can bestow.” Mrs. Browning shows us a vivid conception of this same truth in her beautiful poem, “Aurora Leigh” where she pictures the severe pain of a mother’s loss. “The child without a mother is as a bleating lamb left out at night in shutting up the fold, or as a nest-deserted bird, grown chill, through something away, though what it knows not.” When Emerson wrote “Men are what their mother’s make them.” lie reechoed the thought of an old Play—The mother in her role bears the key of the soul—and it is she who through her devotions and limitless love stamps “the coin of character.” “The Xnricr” Pape Thirty-Seven A. P. Willis paraphrases the word “Mother” and inspires an unfaltering love for her: “One lamp, thy mother’s love, Amid the stars shall lift its pure flame, changeless, And, before the throne of God, burn through eternity.” Another writer tells us: “God could not remain on earth, and so He gave us Mothers.” Yes, He gave us Mothers, and above all, ilis own Blessed Mother. Who can consider for a moment the portrait of any mother without immediately praying, “Mater Dei, ora pro nobis?” The combined love, tenderness, heroism, self-sacrifice, and sanctity of all earthly mothers is but a mere reflection of the heart of her whom we so proudly, so gladly call “Our Blessed Mother.” Most fittingly, may we present as a last picture a portrait of this holiest, tenderest, sweetest of all Mothers, a portrait confirmed alike by Saint and Sinner—“The Maternity of Mary is the most perfect image of the Paternity of God Himself.” —Elsie Fleckenstcin Pnfie 7'h irty-Eigh t “The Xavier” The Arbutus—An Indian Legend ANY, many moons ago there lived alone in his lodge beside a frozen Ui stream, in the forest, an old man with snow white hair and long grey beard. Snow and ice were everywhere. The winds went searching through the forest to see if they could find any birds to chill, and the old man went around searching in the deep snow for pieces of wood to keep up his fire. He finally returned to his lodge in despair and cried to his gods that he might not perish. The winds blew open the doors of the lodge, and in came a most beautiful maiden. Her cheeks were as red as wild roses, her hair as long and black as the raven’s, her hands were covered with willow buds, her head was crowned with a wreath of wild flowers, and her dress made of ferns and sweet grasses. When she breathed, the air of the lodge became warm. The old man said, “My daughter, I am glad to see you. My lodge is cold and cheerless, but it will shelter you from the icy winds. Come, sit here, and tell me who you are.” lie then filled his pipe, and, when the smoke had warmed his tongue, he continued: “I am Manito. I breathe and the waters stand still. I shake my locks, and snow covers the ground.” The maiden answered: “When I breathe, flowers spring up; and when I shake my curls, warm rains fall from the clouds.” Then the old man spoke again: “When 1 walk about, the leaves fall from the trees, the water birds rise up and fly away, the animals seek their holes in the ground.” But the maiden made reply: “When 1 walk about, the trees burst into leaves, the plants lift up their heads, the birds come back, and all who see me sing.” As they talked, the air in the lodge gradually became warmer and warmer. The old man’s head dropped on his breast and he slept. Then the sun appeared, and a blue bird came out, calling, “I am thirsty.” And the river called back, “Come and drink.” And as the old man slept, he began to grow smaller and smaller and soon he was only a small mass on the ground. His clothing turned to green leaves. Then the maiden, kneeling on the ground, took from her bosom some precious white flowers and hid them all about under the leaves. She breathed upon them and said, “I give thee my sweetest breath, and all who would pick thee shall do so on bended knee.” Then the maiden moved away over the plains and through the woods, and all the birds sang cheerily to her: and wherever slu stepped, and nowhere else, grows the arbutus, that dearest and sweetest of all wild flowers. This is the Indian legend of the arbutus, that plant which the most skillful florist cannot grow in his conservatory, nor the tender touch of a woman persuade to bloom in her garden. —Sophie Campbell “The Xavier ’ Page Thirty-Nine Selection from the “Aeneid Book II, Verses: 768-804. Then, fearlessly, 1 dared to voice lament Throughout the city's streets, in darkness clothed : A forlorn man. with cries, 1 tilled the air— And brokenly, in sobs again. I moaned: “Oreusa! Ah, too true. I tried in vain. Then after searching the whole city through And now almost of very reason 'reft My lost Creusa stood before my eyes. 1 said. Oreusa? Xay. it was her shade! Astounded, terrified. 1 was o'er whelmed. And from my head the hair stood up in fright; I could not speak; for to its roof my tongue Clung fast. Then, gently, slowly, soothingly. My well-beloved spoke and calmed my fears: My dearest spouse, of yore so calm, why let Mad Passion rule? thy Grief enslave thy mind? Dost thou not know that Fate rules all such deeds? And 'tis not writ that 1 hear lot with thee. Thy ships must plough the vast and boundless m tin For many years to reach Hesperia, Whose gracious shores the Lydian Tiber bathes. There.—when your Destiny has been fulfilled.— A better lot, a princess-bride await. Now dry your tears for me. Oh Goddess-born, The couniry of the Dolops shall not see. Xore'er a haughty Myrmidon command As slave, a scion of Dardanian line. I, spouse of Venus' son renowned, shall not E'er serve a Grecian dame across the sea. The mother of the gods detains me here. Farewell, dear spouse. O goddess-born, farewell! And be forever mindful of our son ! Lo! now on Ida's lofty heights appeared Illumed Lucifer, the morning star Announcing day. The Greeks were holding blocked The thresh-holds of Troy's gates. Xo sign of aid Was given us. Deprived of my last hope I yield to Fate, and lifting once again My aged father up. toward yon high mount. I quickly, silently direct my course. —Versified by Mary R. Eagan Page Forty ‘The Xavier’ Poets' Epitaphs E are what we think.” So sing the sages of all times. And nowhere is this more fully realized than in the study of poetry. All poetry is personal, but none quite so personal as a poet's epitaph. It portrays his character, his psychology of life, and his religion. The consideration of a few epitaphs will, therefore, prove of much interest in judging the dead singers. Among pagan poets the virtue of humlity was almost an unknown term, and so we are not surprised to find as a typical example of ancient epitaphs, that of the Greek lyric poet, Callimachus: “Who'er with hallowed feet approaches near. Behold, Callimachus lies buried here. I drew my breath from famed Cyrene's shore And the same name my son and father bore. My warlike sire in arms much glory won, But brighter trophies graced his favorite son.” Some poets seem to have written their epitaphs in order to make bitter comment upon their times and the treatment they received. In this class, Dante and Swift may serve as illustrations. Dante was sorely disappointed in life and greatly unappreciated. He was exiled from Florence, his native city, and lived and died in Ravenna. Here we find his wrath against Florence reflected on his tombstone in the epitaph, “I have sung while traversing them, the abode of God, Phlegethon, and the foul pits.” And then yearning for his native city, he has added to it—“Here am I, Dante, laid, shut out from my native shores.” Jonathan Swift has left of himself a characteristic but a most pitiful epitaph: “Here lies the body of Jonathan Swift, Dean of this Cathedral, where bitter indignation can no more lacerate his heart.” Shakespeare, who has written so many beautiful lines on death, immortality, and the “undiscovered country,” leaves us an epitaph with which we are disappointed: “Good Friend, for Jesus’ sake forbear To dig the dust enclosed here. Blessed be the man that spares these stones, And cursed be he that moves my bones.” For more than three hundred years, this imprecation has protected the sleep of the Bard of Avon, but it has also deprived Westminster Abbey of the honor of enclosing the remains of the world’s greatest author. Stoddard, in commenting on this unexpected epitaph from the master-mind of Shakespeare, says: “One from a thousand of his well-known lines on death would have been The Xavier” Page Forty-One appropriate to Itis majestic intellect; but, at death, world-weary, weak, for repose, the poet becomes the man. more and longing for Keats, who is now ranked amongst the greatest poets, enjoyed no earthly fame in his lifetime. Being unable to forsee the future, he thought himself a failure And so it is we have his pathetic epitaph : “Here lies one whose name is writ in water.” Many poets have revealed their flippant, we might say their blasphemous idea of life in their epitaphs. Gay’s epitaph belongs to this class. It seems entirely out of keeping with the solemnity of death: “Life is a jest and all things show it: 1 thought so once, and now I know it.” But although his epitaph sounds so carefree, there must have been another side to (lav’s character, for Pope has paid him this beautiful tribute that is engraved on his tomb in Westminster Abbey: “Unashamed through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honors! not that lure thy bust To mix with heroes, or with kings thy dust, But that the worthy and the good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms, ‘Here lies Gay.’ ” Piron’s pessimistic verse may have been caused by his exclusion from the French Academy: “Here lies Piron who was nothing, Not even Academician!” And his second is scarcely an improvement on the first: “I, step by step, have reached the pass Which may be shunned by fool or sage, To go, where know 1 not, alas! Adieu, Piron, and ‘bon voyage’!” Wessel, the Norwegian poet, reached the climax of flippancy in his epitaph on himself: “He ate and drank, was happy never; He ran his boot-heels over ever; He nothing worth the while could do; At last he gave up living, too.” One trembles at the reading of epitaphs like those just quoted and turns in relief to others of a different nature. “The Xavier Page Forty-Two Stevenson, who suffered so cheerfully and bravely through his long illness has written these characteristic stanzas: “Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Gladly did 1 live and gladly die, And laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to he; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill. Coleridge has left a most touching confession and a Christian-like appeal for mercy: “Stop, Christian passer-by! Stop, child of God! And read with gentle breath. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he:— Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S. T. C.— That he, who many a year, with toil of breath, Found death in life, may here find life in death! Mercy, for praise—to be forgiven, for fame— He asked and hoped through Christ:—I)o thou the same.” Of all the epitaphs we have studied, there is perhaps none more beautiful, more instructive, or more revealing than that of the Italian lyric poet, Chia-brera. On his tomb at Savona we read: “Friend, 1, while living, sought consolation on Mount Parnassus. Do thou seek it on Mount Calvary.” Commenting on this, Father Faber says, “1 do not think I ever received such a sermon.” Need one read ('hiabrera’s biography in order to know him? Does not his epitaph, as well as that of every other poet considered here, prove that “We are what we think”? Do they not all proclaim that our character, our psychology of life, our religion, may be measured by the reverence, the faith, the love we bear towards our God? —Louise Manley “The Xavier” Page Forty-Three Our Juniors “Hold fast that which is good.” “The bravest are the tenderest.” “Simplicity is an engaging quality of a noble mind.” “As honest as ever trod the earth.” “A soft answer turueth away wrath.” “Quality, not quantity.” “The Lord loveth a cheerful spirit.” “It’s good to be merry and wise.” High erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.” “Blessed are the meek of heart.” “What you do, do with your might.” “A prodigy of learning.” “Patience is a bitter seed, but yields sweet fruit.” “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” “Still water runs deep.” “Always duty before pleasure.” “Gentle in conduct, noble and free.” “A patient mind the path of duty follows.” “Our greatest glory consists in doing kind deeds.” “Modesty is not only an ornament, but also the best guard to virtue.” “A good heart is a letter of credit.” “Give to the world the best you have, and the best will come back to you.” “How sweet a thing is a gentle lady.” “The world is his who enjoys it.” “A pennyworth of mirth isworth a pound of sorrow.” “A true lady is one who willingly offends no one.” “Modesty is the beauty of women.” “A merry heart rnaketh a cheerful countenance.” “Joy shared is doubled.” “Well begun is half ended.” “The value of a smile is a million dollars, and it. doesn’t cost a cent.” “An ornament a meek and quiet spirit is.” “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” “Knowledge is power.” “There is a time for rejoicing.” “The only way to have a friend is to be one.” “Never trouble trouble, 'til trouble troubles you.” Mary A. Affleck Bath E. Barry Alice M. Blythe Mary C. Boyd Alice M. Brett Dorothea O. Burke Vera H. Burke Margaret G. Butler Hose E. Callahan Evelyn M. Carr I rene B. Carrigau Bertha Casey Elsie M. Collins Elizabeth M. Cooney Bessie R. Corbett Ellen M. Cottam Irene B. Cotter Margaret A. Coutanche Marion G. Cunningham Mary G. Curvin Helen M. Deary Mary II. Dowling Helen M. Doyle Josephine E. Doyle Lucille C. Dully Mary E. Earnshaw Anna M. Flynn Eileen M. Forbes Annette C. Forest Katharine C. Gallivan Marion J. Gavigan Marion F. Gibbons Mary H. Gill Helena It. Gilmartin Lola M. Gilmore Catherine M. Hackett Mary II. Haggerty “The Xavier” Page Forty-Four “All that’s great and good is done by patient trying.” • Thou art pretty to walk with ; thou art witty to talk with; thou art pleasant to think on.” “A light heart lives long.” “Her very frowns are fairer than the smiles of other maidens.” “How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude.” “Speak gentle, it is better far to rule by love than fear.” “Every true friend is a glimpse of God.” “It is not what you learn hut what you remember that makes you wise.” “Her heart on her lips, her soul in her eyes, sunnier than summer skies.” “Laugh and the world laughs with you.” “Be good, sweet maid, and let who will he clever.” The more you do, the more you may do.” Blessed with temper whose unclouded ray can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.” Her ways are ways of pleasantness and her paths are peace.” “Virtue is like precious odors most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.” “The noblest mind the best contentment has” “You never know what you can do till you try.” “My desire is to be eternally cheerful in the face of any adversity, and to keep smiling.” “Innocence and mirth are bosom friends.” “Castles in the air cost a deal to keep up.” “Take things for what they are hut hope for better.” “The glory of life is to love not to be loved.” Kind hearts are more than coronets. There is a time to speak as well as to be silent.” “A silent man is sometimes very wise.” Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit.” “Eyes are the windows of the soul.” “The power of thought, the magic of the mind.” “On her face beams the soul’s calm sunshine and her heart felt joy.” Of manner gentle and affections mild.” Mary 11. Hanley Alice T. Harahan Gladys II. Hogan Mary II. Hughes Helen B. Howard Mary Kelliher Catherine T. Kiernan Mary V. Langton Dorothy Lenahan Marie M. Loughran Eleanor A. Lowe Mary A. Lynch Mary Lynch Ellen V. Madden Mildred C. Millmore Antoinette Morin Margaret M. Murphy Mary B. McAloon Anna L. McCaffrey Mary V. McCarthy Margaret E. McCormick Alice M. McElroy Margaret A. McKeon Catherine A. McMahon Catherine A. McMann Alice I. McNulty Dorothy A. McNulty Eleanor A. O’Neil Eileen F. O’Neil Eleanor T. O’Neil The Xavier'’ Page Forty Five “Great thoughts come from the heart.” 1 lelen H. ()’Connor “Sow sunbeams on rock and moor.” Christine E. Parker “Common sense is nature’s gift, but reason is an art.” Marguerite E. Plunkett “My desire is to replace every destructive thought with one which is constructive.” Mary O’Donnell “It is well to think well; it is divine to act well.” Catherine L. Regan “Kindness is nobler than revenge.” Esther A. Riley “The world deals good-naturedly with good-natured people.” Claire 1. Riske “A faithful and true friend is a living treasure.” Helen F. Sadlier “imitation is the sincerest flattery.” Geraldine E. Seeley A little word of kindness spoken has often healed a heart that’s broken. Madeline E. Sheridan “A merry heart goes all the day. Dorothy R. Sherlock “Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.” Helen C. Shelley “She was ever precise in promise keeping.” Irene I). Smith “Imagination is the eye of the soul.” Margaret C. Smith “Sport is the glow and bloom of health.” Mary A. Sullivan “Speech is silver; silence is golden.” Corinne L. Thereault “Politeness is to goodness what words are to thoughts.” Elsa Tortolani “Learn, never account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!” Mary M. Waterman “Virtue is the true and only nobility.” Margaret I. Woods “Rich in good works.” Frances Wolslegel Page Forty Six “The Xavier” The Labyrinth Lord, in Life’s journey there are many paths, And different the goals to which they tend; In one, lie pitfalls deep and treacherous, In still another, horrid monsters fend. Dear Lord, apart from these are many more, Some steep, some rough, some broad and fair to tread; And others long and short and straight and warped. To leave selection to myself, I dread. Blinded by crassest ignorance, dear Lord, 1 am not qualified to make a choice; 1 doubt my strength to choose the narrow way— My God, I trust, in love, Thy Sacred Voice. Mari R. Eagan “The Xavier” Page Forty-Seven HINTS TO .JUNIOHS Have prudence ye Juniors and listen. Instruction by seniors is rare, No word you must count on as idle. To each we give infinite care. Save, though you may, all your Spanish, The next year you surely will find Other happy thoughts will have scattered Just what you should have in mind. Use all our wisdom and knowledge— No book ever leave out of place, In the cloak room don’t drop candy papers Or put any “stuff” on your face. Remember these few words of warning Success will he yours in that case. TO THE SOPHOMORES To the class of twenty-five we say— O Sophomores so wise, Next year you will lx juniors And then you’ll ope’ your eyes. Page Forty-Eight ••Tin Xnrirr TO THE FRESHMEN I wish I were a Freshman Beginning here at school With four more years before me To learn each golden rule. —Margaret .If. Cantwell IMPOSSIBILITIES 1 To over-estimate the class of ’23. 11 To do a thing right without Mary Fagan's assistance. III To tell what a ham sandwich contains. IV To dream during English. Y To settle anything at class meetings. VI To have a pencil with an eraser without being considered conceited. VII To eat luncheon without a Spanish book. VII1 To keep the Juniors from rushing to the luncheon table. IX To make the Juniors emulate our noble example. X To tell whom you are trying to vote for at a class election. XI To keep the Sophomores from over-turning the Juniors’ costumer. XT I Some one saying, “you worked hard all day, no study to-night.” XIII Mary Eagan using small words. XIV To get out promptly at dismissal time. XV Not to merit approval from Mademoiselle “toutes Ies semaines.” HEARD IN CLASS “An eagle is a carnivernous animal.” Teacher: “Where is the Hellespont?’’ Elsie F.: “On page 2!), Sister.” ('hem. Teacher: “What is Sulpher Dioxide, Margaret?” Margaret }.: “1 didn’t take that. Sister.” ('hem. Teacher: “1 hope you never will.” Teacher (reading) : “Washington was a tall, stalwart man. six inches in height.” Voice from the back of room: “Washington was born in 1932.” “Girls, why do you go down on rising?” Teacher: “Who was Creusa?” Blight Pupil: “She was Andromache’s husband.” Girls: “As long as visitors are coining let’s push that blackboard back. “Elsie F.: “Oh, don’t, the room looks more scholarly with it.” “The Xavier” Page Forty-Nine ILLUSTRATIVE EXAMPLES Parallels— Marion Haven and Eileen Eldredge. Hexagon— Social Six Josephine Fitzpatrick, Alice Miner, Jane Moran, Sophie Campbell, Olga Vicario, Kathryn O’Reilly Triangle— Margaret Murphy, Charlotte Murphy, Anna Riley. A Daniel come to judment—Helen. An open question— Whether the Point Street Bridge is responsible for the tardiness of certain Seniors? ElTervescen t Substance— Bessie Sullivan. Saturated Solution of Studiousness— Mary Eagan. Greatest Molecular Weight— Kathryn O’Reilly. Lead Tree— f’encil Tray in Laboratory. Reversible Reaction— Gertrude Riley, Gertrude O’Donnell. Reducing Agent— Stairs to the Laboratory. Volatile Compounds— Consult Mabel McCabe. “OLD FAVORITES ILLUSTRATED” In the Good Old Summer Time Mary’s Grand Old Name Soothing I’ve Grown So Used To You The Newport Excursion Is it Mary?—Which one? Our rendering of the Lost Chord S. X. A. n'i ir Fifty ‘‘The Xavier’’ Tin Spanish Cavalier How Can I Leave Thee Where Did You Get That Hat AuId Lang Syne Comrades My Bonnie The ()ld ()aken Bucket The Goat Blue Homesick Mary Dear My Home Town Some Sunny Day The Wooden Soldiers Night When Hearts are Young In the Little Red School House Break-Break Break Believe Me Home, Sweet Home Row, Row, Row Your Boat Lead Kindly Light Merrily We Roll Along Palm Branches Liberty Bell Memories It’s a Long, Long Trail Souvenir Say “Au Revoir” but not “Good-Bye” Friendliness Evenness of Temper Good Will Rapid Fire Conversation English Research Meter and Rhyme Elocution Lessons Latin Translation Best Spanish Pronunciation Punctuality Feminine Sir Galahad El Capitain Veneno Lunch Room Mary’s Hallowe’en Chapeau? Alumnae Meetings We Students Spanish Period That Scion of a drinking bowl We All Have Our Turn Monday Saturday and Sunday All of them Broad Street The Bishop gives us a holiday Military tactics under Capt. Eld-ridge The Ghost of Virgil In S. X. A. (Maverick Street Smashing silence on the stairs The Seniors of 11)23 At 2 o’clock Through exams. During exams. Dashing to Lunch Arbor Day Dismissal Gong Of Days Gone By From Freshies to Seniors Class Pictures Enlarged To S. X. A. 1CTORY Apply To Catherine Bennett Evelyn Bullock Mabel Burke Alice Casey Sophie Campbell Margaret Cantwell Teresa Caulfield Irene Cooney Bertha Condon Dorothea Crowell Angela Crowley “The Xavier Pa ye Fifty-One For (lenerosity Gentleness Hospitality Proficiency in Study Happy Disposition For a Pianist Extensive Vocabulary Help in French Reserve Knowledge of Chemistry Studiousness Humor ral Themes Graciousness Pleasant Disposition Correct Deportment Demureness Application to Studies Helps in Stenography Graceful Dancing Good Fellowship Modest Demeanor Spanish Translation Clever Portrayals Agreeableness Art of Study Art of Questioning Good Recitations Etiquette Impersonations Hints for Vocalizers In Civic Perplexities Artistic Ability Unselfishness Apply To Helen Daniels Mary Devine Adeline Devlin Mary Eagan Eileen Eldridge •Iosephine Fitzpatrick Elsie Fleckenstein Margaret Gearin Anna Haggerty Marian Haven •Ian ‘ Johnson Catherine Lynch Anna Masterson Louise Manley Alice Miner Jane Moran Mary Mulleedy Mary Mulligan Charlotte Murphy Margaret Murphy Mabel McCabe Mary McIntyre Gertrude O'Donnell Mary O'Donnell Isabel O’Neil Kathryn O'Riel ly Cecilia Richer Anna Riley Gertrude Riley Hessie Sullivan Marie Sullivan Lillian Sheridan Anna Teubert Olga Vieario Page Fifty-Two “The Xavier’ MargAret Cantwell MabeL Burke Anna Masterson Teres A Caulfield Mary Mulleedy LilliAu Sheridan Anna Teubert Mary Eagan Anna Riley CharloTte Murphy 45 Wonders SopliiE Campbell EileeN Eldridgc GerTrude O’Donnell EvelYn Bui look BerTha Congdon Anna Haggerty MargaRet Guerin MariE Sullivan AlicE Miner I . ('roWell Bessie Sullivan MabeL McCabe IsabeL ’Xeil (). VicArio CeciLia Richer A. CroWley MargAret Murphy MarY Devine LouiSe Manley Elsa Fleckenstein A. F. CAsey H. Daniels M. MclnTyre •IosepH i ne Fitzpatrick Irene F Cooney Mary MUUigan Mary L O’Donnell GerTrnde Riley MariOn Haven CaTherine O’Reilly CatHerine Lynch •lanE Johnson AdEline Devin C. Bennett J E Moran —Anna ’. Teubert The Xavier Page Fifty-Three HAMLET Act vi—Scene 1 (Curtain rises showing class in great disorder.) Josephine: “To be or not to be (caught) that is tin question.” (Teacher suddenly appears at the door.) Kathryn O'Reilly: “Angels and minftders of grace defend us!” Helen Daniels (aside) : “I hope all will be well, yet I cannot choose but weep.” Mary O’Donnell to Mabel McCabe: “Assume a virtue if you have it not.” Gertrude Riley: “One woe doth tread upon another’s heel.” Louise Manley: “Best safety lies in fear.” Teacher: “I bold my duty as 1 hold my soul.” “Frailty, thy name is woman.” Mary McIntyre: “Teacher, there’s nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.” Teacher: “Remember well what 1 have said to you.” “I Class (interrupting) : “ ’Tis in our memory locked And you yourself shall keep the key of it.” Teacher: “Well said, very well said.” “Now take your books,” “and let your haste commend your duty.” I‘age Fifty-Four “The Xavier” Ye Rimester Shoppe WISHES I wish I were a giant great As hig as the Milky Way, That 1 might given my golden weight To beloved S. X. A. —Louise Manley I wish I were the glorious sun That shines the whole day long. To watch the children at their fun, And hear their pretty song. —Olya Vicario I wish 1 were the little light, That in the chapel gleams, And keeps its vigil through the night, With God, Our Lord, supreme. —Isabelle O'Neil I wish I were the little vine That clings so close to Mary’s shrine That nestles ’neath her robe of blue And heedeth neither sun nor dew. —A nn a Ma sterson 1 wish 1 were the leafy tree That always looks on high, And all day long God’s dwelling sees With arms stretched to the sky. —Mary R. Ragan Mine to be a Junior bold, In third year Latin class; To have my praises always told To Seniors as they pass! —.1 arga re t O ea r i n A RAMBLE Come all into the summer woods, Among the leaves so green, There flows a tiny, quiet brook, The prettiest ever seen. The squirrels ’round us hop and play Their thoughts we cannot tell, But while we scatter nuts, they stay. And pick their kernels well. —Jane Moran MARCH The gusty March has come at last, With wind and cloudy sky; All hear the rustling of the blast As round, tin1 dead leaves fly. Yet in that reign of gale and storm, There’s many a sunny day, When changing winds are soft and warm Which makes us think of May. -—Bessie T. Sullivan The .Xavier Page Fifty-Five THE APPLE The apples are ripe in the orchard. The work of the reaper is done; And the golden woodlands redden In the flood of the dying sun. At the cottage-door, a mother Reclines in her easy chair, While zephyrs gently hover Around her silvery hair. And far from over the meadow, Sweet voices, joyously come Of the finding of a treasure, ’Neath dying rays of the sun. The happy little daughter Runs to her mother’s side, “Just see the rosy apple, It's beautiful!’’ she cried. The mother took the pretty gift, And turned it round and round, No mark, nor bruise, nor any rift On ruddy skin was found. But when the precious fruit was cut, They found it quite unsound; This holds a useful lesson. ’Tis— “Don’t judge till truth is found.” “A poor and plain exterior May hide the noblest heart; But in a pretty, worldly face Kind deeds may have no part.” “So run and play my little one, And may you learn still more, The fruit that looks so fine without May have a bitter core.” —Anna P. Teithert The Xavier Page Fifty-Six “Pa es from the Past' how great is the energy used by that taper to keep her light! The candle may represent a school girl’s life—the steady glow, her days of calm; the flicker, her days of storm. On the twelfth of September, 1919, some fifty-three candles were lighted at St. Xavier’s. Great was the excitement on that day becoming acquainted with Sisters, girls, and surroundings. As Freshmen we learned the a-b-e of algebra and the fundamentals of Latin. Before long we encountered our first flicker from the breeze—Test, but through careful watching from our teachers, tin candles burned brilliantly although the breeze blew steadily. But after this severe strain our candles were extinguished for three days. On returning, they burned with a greater blaze, for they had been strengthened from the retreat conducted by Rev. Fr. O’Brien. In .Tune we were greatly honored by a visit from Cardinal Mercier, the great Belgium prelate, and in a few weeks our candles ceased to burn, for our summer vacation time had arrived. X 1 is interesting to watch the flicker and glow of a candle as it burns and burns until it is finally extinguished. How smooth and accurately it burns when there is no wind! But, when there is even a slight breeze ‘‘The Xavier” Page Fifty-Seven Time was not felt until it was September again, and we returned to St. Xavier’s as Sophomores. Our number was increased this year by two new classmates, Mabel McCabe and I’ortia Pettis. Although we were only Sophomores there was much consolation in knowing that there was another class under us. This year the Classical division was initiated into intricacies of Caesar, French, and History, while the Commercial students learned the value of debits and credits. May of this year we halted for our retreat under the direction of Kev. Fr. Holland, S. T. L., whose spiritual instruction will long be remembered. Soon our candles flickered again as test breezes began to blow, which became so strong that we were forced to extinguish them from June to September. The next term we were Juniors. Our number was again increased by the acquisition of Elsie Fleckenstein, Margaret Cantwell, and Irene Cooney. Marie Sullivan, who left our band in the (irst year for that of Hay View, finding there was no place like S. X. A., returned to us again. During this year we exchanged algebra for geometry and we really did try hard to learn how to use the compass without making holes in the desk. Everyone aspired, too. to become a Browning or a Pope. We received our class pins, and we were also intiated into the rudiments of the gymnasium. Our third annual retreat took place in May, directed by Kev. Fr. Cooney, who was truly an inspiration to the classes. Soon June came and we sincerely welcomed the strong breeze which extin guished our candles for another vacation. September! Seniors! Our highest ambition realized! With what a blaze our candles burned! What did the word Senior mean? Did we fully understand all our obligations, especially our duty of giving good example toward our juniors? We welcomed this year the return of Margaret Gearin, who had left 11s for a year’s stay at Classical. Early in the term, class elections took up the attention of all. and after much excitement we learned that four of tin best girls in the class had been chosen to hold the responsible positions: Catherine Bennett, President; Gertrude Riley, Vice President; Theresa Caulfield, Treasurer; Anna Teubert, Secretary,—all girls whose one thought was the betterment and success of the class of ’23. The principal event of the first part of the year was the Academy Sale in November. The class worked with all its might and main to surpass its precedessors. We did not reach our goal, but the sale was a grand success. On the ninth of March our Right Reverend Bishop visited us in our English class. He honored us, as Seniors, by remaining a long time with us and giving ns words of practical advice as well as of spirituality. Never shall we I'agc Fifty-Eight “The Xavier” forget that beautiful, sunny morning, hut especially shall we remember it for our Bishop gave to each girl, a Papal Medal, which he brought from Rome. How we shall cherish and love these medals! Did we, the humble Seniors of '23, ever think we would be so honored? We now stand on the threshold of another world. Trembling, we gaze into the future. Would that we could re turn once more to our first years at S. X. A.! But, No! “The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,” and soon our members shall be scattered to all parts of tin- land. But in whatever spot it he-, tin- class of ’23 shall always remember the lessons of Alma Mater, especially that, “Quien a Dios Tiene Xada le Falta.” —Mary M. McIntyre —Margaret E. Gcarin THE STORM The storm raged all along the shore, The wind blew all night long; The trees were decked in snowy white, All nature seemed forlorn. A fishing boat was out at sea, In vain it sought the shore; Alas, for those who have to be ’Mid ocean’s angry roar. —Mary V. Mu Hi you NATURE Nature acts in a funny way, For in the summer when days are warm. She gives the trees nice dresses gay; But when the autumn days are cold. And Father Winter is getting bold. The tree's nice dresses are frayed and old. —Gertrude C. O’Donnell The .Xut ier' Tuye Fifty-Sine Hallowe'en Party The Seniors of ’28 enjoyed their Hallowe'en party on October 27. The school hall was artistically decorated with corn-stalks, black cats, witches, and lighted pumpkins. The girls were dressed in different costumes, some dainty, some ridiculous, some old-fashioned, and some impossible to describe. (James were played, and an impromptu program followed in which each girl took an active part. The tables from which refreshments were served were prettily arranged with Hallowe’en decorations. The first prize for the prettiest costume was awarded toCather ine Hen nett who was dressed as a gypsy. The second prize was won by Mary Mulligan for the most ridiculous costume. The third prize was given to Dorothea Crowell who impersonated Aunt Jemima. The affair was a great success, and the Sisters who were present enjoyed if very much. Annual Sale On November 24 the Annual Sale took place in the school hall. The booths were attractively decorated in many pretty colors. The Fancy Work table won the prize. Christmas The spirit of Christmas was manifested in song and story just before the vacation days. The seniors presented “A Christmas Feast” comedy. Theatre Party When Shakespeare’s masterpiece, “Hamlet,” was presented in tin Schubert Majestic Theatre, the seniors attended the performance. Everyone was impressed by Robert Mantell’s splendid interpretation of “Hamlet.” The appreciation of the drama in the English class, later, was much enhanced because of having seen it played. Lincoln’s Birthday The anniversary of our (Jreat American Knight, Abraham Lincoln, was fittingly observed by the members of the Senior Class. Patriotism and Religion were featured in the day’s program. Saint Patrick's Day Saint Patrick’s Day Program afforded much merriment to the students of S. X. A. We love this day, for we know how much we owe to our fore- Pagc Siaatji The Xavier fathers of Irish ancestry. They would lay down their lives for every spot of the dear land of their birth. Notable Days—Past and Future The first time that the entire student body assembled this Our Bishop’s year was on the occasion of the Reception to our Right Rev-Visits erend Bishop on his return from the Eternal City. Our Presi dent, Catherine Bennett, enjoyed the honor of giving the Address “Welcome Home,” and the school re-echoed her words in a Song of Greeting. The Bishop’s address, which followed, was appreciated not only because of its instructive and interesting character, but also because of its very fatherly tone. At the close of his remarks, the Bishop gave the Papal Blessing to the entire school—and then a Holiday! On March 7th, our Right Reverend Bishop visited the school. This time, he went to the different class-rooms. He came to us, the seniors, during our English Class. We felt especially honored, for he stayed with ns a much longer time than with any of the other classes, because, as he said, it was our last year and he wished to give us special words of advice. He made us very happy and grateful on this occasion by giving to each girl a medal of Pope Pius XI. In accordance with our Right Reverend Bishop’s suggestion, Education Education Week was observed at the Academy in a Catholic and Week patriotic manner. Some of the seniors and juniors wrote essays, which they read to the entire school. Among the well chosen sub jects were “Catholic Education,” “Physical Education,” “The Constitution,” “Americanization,” etc. On this occasion Mrs. T. O’Neil, our physical training teacher, and also a member of the Rhode Island State Legislature, addressed the girls on the value of Catholic education and of physical development. Through the courtesy of Mrs. O’Neil, the Senior Class made Visit to a visit to the State House on Tuesday, April 17. The girls were State House present at a session in the House of Representatives, where Mrs. O’Neil occupied the chair. This was the first time in the history of Rhode Island that the honor of presiding came to a woman. We are looking forward to a day that our predecessors Coming Days have enjoyed—a day at Mt. Saint Rita's, with our Beloved Bishop as our guest. If reports are true, there is a real surprise awaiting us. Our Retreat As “The Xavur” goes to print, our annual retreat is about to take place. It will be given by Rev. Fr. Metivier. On May eleventh, Arbor Day, we shall dedicate our tree to Arbor Day our Right Reverend Bishop, the Leader in the cause of Catholic Higher Education. Besides the planting of the tree, the crowning of our Blessed Lady is a special feature of the Arbor Day program. This honor conies to .Miss Jane Moran by class vote. “The Xavier” Page Sixty-One o the members on “Federalization or State Rights.” His topie was well chosen and very instructive. The second meet ing took place on I teeember 8. The association was especially privileged in having Rhode Island's noted specialist. Dr. John Donley, give a scholarly interpretation of the life and work of Louis Pasteur, scientist of 1822. The Catholic Women's Club suggested the March program, by kindly offering to repeat for the S. X. A. Alumnae, the exquisite cantata. “A Man Without a Country,” arranged by Mr. Ilosmer and .Miss Moroney. This proved a never-to-be-forgotten evening. All the programs of the year were made very enjoyable by the musical numbers rendered by some of the real artists of Rhode Island Mrs. Cameron and her son; and Mr. George Jordan. The I. F. C. A. has reappointed Mrs. R. F. Jones as Governor for Rhode Island. Mrs. Jones and her Vice-President. Miss M. Devlin, attended the Louisville Convention last October as delegates from St. Xavier's. At the September meeting. Mrs. .Tones gave a detailed report of the Convention. Each year the grim Reaper, Death, enriches his harvest from tin field of St. Xavier’s Alumnae. Last year we mourned the loss of our youthful and beautiful Mrs. McLotighlin (Alice West), one of an entire S. X. A. family. This year we extend our sincere sympathy to the family of another loyal alumna. Genevieve Lynd. We noted with keen interest the beautiful tribute of Genevieve’s class—a special high Mass of Requiem in the Cathedral, for the repose of her soul. Emmanuel College of Boston, which opened in 1919, will have its first graduation this June. The class of '2.'? sends heartiest congratulations to our 111) usual quarterly meetings of the Alumnae Association were held dm ing tin year, but with unusual success. The lirst meeting, Mercy Day. September 24, lion. William F. Flynn, our present Governor, addressed Page Si.rtg-Two “The Xavier” S. X. A. girls of ’1!) who belong to this banner class—Miss Margaret Sullivan and Miss Mary Gorman. We also extend congratulations to Miss Marjorie Gilmore of 'll), who has just been graduated with very high honor from Roosevelt Hospital, New York, and to Miss Esther McAlice, who has received like honors from St. -Joseph's Hospital, Providence, It. I. And again we offer congratulations to the Glass of ' 1II in the person of Miss Margaret Bennett, who is about to receive her A. B. from St. Elizabeth’s College, New Jersey. Margaret, although away for four years, has never forgotten S. X. A. Each November Sale has realized its success from her generous gold-piece. The Class of ’23 has subscribed 100% for the I. F. C. A. Bulletin. We are looking forward to the reunion day in May, when we, the Class of ’23, shall be admitted to membership in the Alumnae Association. The Xavier Page Sixty Three The all absorbing interest of the present time is the Million The Drive Dollar Drive for Catholic High Schools. If every Catholic of Rhode Island pledges himself to our Beloved Bishop’s noble undertaking as sincerely and loyally as do we, the girls of '23, there need be no fear of its ultimate success. We rejoice that the privilege of the few is soon to become that of the many. A little treasure added to our library during the past year is •‘A Sister’s “A Sister’s Poems,” published in June, 1922. These poems arc Doctns” the posthumous verses of Sister Margaret Mary, a beloved teacher of S. X. A., for more than 30 years. As is stated in the foreword. Sister did not write her poems for publication; but her many friends so importuned the Convent for a souvenir of her literary attainments that the little volume was prepared for distribution. “To My Cell” is considered the best poem. In it are found the clearness, beauty, and spirituality that make real poetry. The narrative poems are tender, gentle, and instructive, each a “silent replica of the loving heart that gave them.” The year 1923 marks many important centenaries, but we Centenaries shall speak only of two—those we consider the greatest—the 600th anniversary of the canonization of St. Thomas Aquinas and the 300th of the publication of Shakespeare’s plays. Faye Sixty-Four The Xavier St. Thomas, “The Angel of the Schools,” is one of the purest glories of our Catholic Religion. He embodies in himself the principle of the Church, that sanctity and scholarship are synonymous. The story of his life is a remarkable account of heroic virtue, while his “Surnma Tlieologica” is, even after GOO years, the standard authority in our seminaries throughout the world. Shakespeare needs no word of to-day to enthrone him. He is universally acknowledged as reigning in a literary realm quite above and beyond any other master of the pen. The world owes a debt of gratitude to Hemmings Con dell, the publishing firm of 1G23, which issued the First Folio of Shakespeare’s plays and thus preserved them from loss. Not the least important of our assignments has been that of essay Essays writing. We are at present working on two—one for the K. of C. on “The Drive” and the other for the I. F. C. A. on “Vocations and Avocations.” Everyone is anxious to merit the prize. We extend sincere congratulations to the faculty and stu Providence dents of Providence College on this, their first Commencement College year. The College is a great blessing to the Catholic boys of the diocese. We regret that there is not a Catholic College for girls, too. We pray that it may come soon! To all those who have made it possible for us to publish Our Gratitude this seventh volume of “The Xavier,” we are deeply grateful. To our Advertisers, without whose generosity “The Xavier” might never appear; to the under classes, who have given us much encouragement, as well as substantial support; to our dear teachers, whose untiring assistance has been ever with us; to our readers, whose approval we hope for; and to our beloved Parents, whose indulgence we feel assured of—to all, the girls of '22 say most sincerely. WE THANK YOU. ••The Xavier” Page Sixtg-Five a- H We, the class of 1928, being of sound mind, do make and publish this instrument declaring the disposition of the various privileges and rights enjoyed by us at dear Alma Mater. We hereby make the following bequests. To our Teachers we bequeath : First: Our sincere gratitude and appreciation for all the efforts they have made in our behalf during these four happy years. Second : The fond remembrance of our conduct as seniors. Third: Our deepest sympathy in the cruel trial that confronts them—that of xeniorizing those awful JFXIORS. Fourth: The brilliant record of our career. To the ('lass of 1924 we bequeath : First: The esteemed privilege of becoming members of the Alumnae. Second: The bell with the long rope which will prove a convenience if stranded on the fourth floor. Third: The right of having a location in the “Rose Gallery of S. X.” (Essex.) Fourth: Our Indian Clubs, and with them the privilege of displaying athletic ability to admiring visitors. Fifth : The use of the needles and thread that are provided in case of necessity, and the additional privilege of replacing same articles after using them. Page Sixty-Six The Xavier’’ Sixth: Tin use of the mirror in the dark corner of tlie dressing room. Seventh: The privilege of considering their classmates an appreciative audience and themselves celebrated orators- once every week at oral themes. Eighth: The honor of impersonating Mrs. 1. O’Neil (the Physical Culture Teacher) between classes. Ninth: The convenience of coming in through the Claverick Street door until— Tenth: A few words of warning: (a) elect class officers that will honor the school as ours have done. (h) Sharpen powers of observation—know how many windows in your classroom. (c) Keep window closed at chemistry class- otherwise the clock will stop. (d) Take good care id' the rubber plants in No. 1 Room—Move them at least ten times during the day. (e) Don't sit more than five at a time on the library couch. (It fell through with three.) If I Keep before you always the shining example of the illustrious class of 1923, and strive in every way to emulate the most brilliant and remarkable of all classes that have ever passed through the portals of S. X. A. To the Sophomores and Freshmen we bequeath: Our good example and our spirit of loyalty. We leave them, too, the fond wish that their four years at dear S. X. A. will be as happy and as profitable as ours have been. We nominate and appoint the .Juniors executors of this will, and do hereby direct that all our just debts and liabilities be paid by our executors, and leave to them our estate, desiring their acceptance thereof as a token of our love for them. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our seal—1923. TIIE SENIORS. —Teresa Caulfield The Xavier 'u(je Stoty-Seveii Finis Now that the parting day is here The day of hope, the day of fear, What do we mean to bear away From our beloved S. X. A.? The memory of the time we spent Before the Blessed Sacrament; The chapel where we knelt in prayer, The peace of heart we felt while there; The friendships that we formed with those Who were our classmates. No one knows The happy hours we spent with them For four short years, each one a gem. Our love for Sisters, every one, Untiring, till their work is done; The lesson they have always taught By holiness great good is wrought. Yes, all these things we’ll bear away From our beloved S. X. A. And to the Sister’s query kind. Ts there anything you’ve left behind? We’ll answer, hiding tear that starts, “Yes. Sister, we have left our hearts.” —Isabel F. O’Neil “The Xavier' Pa ye Sfirty- Eiyh I Compliments of W. R. McGuirk, M. D. The Bert Horton Studio BOSTON STORE Class Photographers 1922-1923 SPECIAL RATES FOR ALL STUDENTS James Kelley let ('mini Manufacture! 103 Dyke Street T. F. Monahan Son UNDERTAKERS 207-21!) Wickenden Street LUCY T. 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