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

Text from Pages 1 - 148 of the 1924 volume:

GALLIVAN CO. INSURANCE Lowest Rates Best Companies 902 Turks Head Building PROVIDENCE, R. I. Compliments of Compliments of Governor Mayor Wm. S. Flynn Joseph H. Gainer H. BUTLER O'CONNOR MILLINERY Little Gray Shop 29 Arcade, Providence, R. I. Compliments of Compliments of James J. Hackett Raymond F. Brett 45 King Philip St. Telephone Union 3842-W WM. J. BUTLER CO. DECORATORS For All Occasions Awnings, Furniture, Slip Covers, Shades, Draperies Flags, Banners, Novelties 26 South Water Street, Providence, R. I. James P. Cronan Compliments of PAINTER AND DECORATOR George V. Morin 186 South Main Street Providence, R. 1. ST. XAVIER'S ACADEMY Setoratimt With reverence for him as God’s Representative, With admiration for him as a Leader of Catholic Education, With gratitude to him as our sincere Friend, With love for him as our Bishop, our Spiritual Father, We, the Class of ’24 respectfully dedicate to iKudji tKrticmtb SHlltam A. ffiirlmj, D. D. This, our Eighth volume of “ The Xavier”. Per BERTHA L. CASEY. Page Dedication ............................................ ’ Foreword 9 Officials............................................. '0 Our Chapel ........................................... 11 Personals ............................................ 13 Class Motto—Poem...................................... 30 After an Interval of Years—Prophecy................... 31 The International Language—Essay ..................... 37 Class History—Poem 40 Une Rencontre—Un Dialogue en Francais 42 Daily Journal 44 Le Cid—Essay 47 American Superlatives—Essay........................... t8 Our Lady's Anthology—Poem 31 Fuimus Troiani—A Dramatization 53 They’re Off—Original Story . . . 55 Marjory’s Awakening—Original Story.................... 60 Her Own Way—Original Story 66 Jurania—Original Story ............................... 67 Poetic Flights........................................ 71 Durate, et Vosmet Rebus Servate Secundis”—Poem 83 Serio-Comique 84 TolleetLege! Tolle et Lege!—A Discussion 92 Social Events ........................................ 96 Alumnae Notes ........................................ 99 A Tribute to Our Parents 100 The Literary Club Meets at Sir Joshua's—A Letter.. 101 Our Debt to Books—Essay 102 Editorials 103 A Problem of Probate 106 A Farewell Offering—Poem..............................108 An Appreciation...................................... 109 That “The Xavier” may give you much pleasure. Dear reader, we earnestly pray: For its contents express, in great measure. Our affection for dear S. X. A. You’ll find between first and last cover There’s wisdom and nonsense combined. So. if some mistakes you discover. Be merciful, tender, and kind. Margaret C. Smith. The Xavier Page Nine Class of 1924 MOTTO: Non Ipsi Nos Sed Dominus Class Colors: Blue and White CLASS OFFICERS President, Catherine T. Kicrnan Vice-President, Lola M. Gilmore Treasurer, Catherine A. McMahon Secretary, Alice T. Harahan EDITORIAL STAFF Edilor-in-Chief. Mary M. Waterman Assistant Editors Ruth E. Barry Eleanor A. O’Neil Evelyn M. Carr Christine E. Parker Catherine T. Kicrnan Helen F. Sadlier Catherine A. McMahon Margaret C. Smith Margaret G. Butler Lola M. Gilmore Margaret A. Coutanche Lucille C. DufTy Catherine M. Hackctt Helen R. Gilmartin Art Editors Annette E. Forest Margaret E. McCormick Social Editors Catherine C. Gallivan Mary M. Lynch BUSINESS STAFF Manager Josephine E. Doyle Assistants Mary V. Langton Anna L. McCaffrey Helen C. Shelly Alice I. McNulty Helen B. O'Connor Margaret M. Murphy Frances M. Wolslegel Catherine A. McMann Eileen F. O’Neil PICTURE COMMITTEE Mary A. Affleck Dorothy M. Lenahan Madeline E. Sheridan Helen M. Deery Fllen V. Madden Margaret I. Woods Page Ten The Xavier Our Chapel Tread softly! 'Tis the Holy Place Where memory meets face to face: The secret chamber set apart Within the cloister of the heart. Rev. John B. Tabb The Xavier Page Eleven OUR JUNIORS Mary Agnes Affleck 185 Point Street To those who know thee not No words can paint thee: To those who do. all words are faint. “Mary Agnes” of many parts! What's in a name? Oh! it is not the name! Mary called by any other name would be just as lovable. loyal. and congenial, just as witty. A fairy godmother must have smiled on Mary in various ways and helped her to become what she is. the true exponent of rightdoing. Ruth Elizabeth Barry 69 Arnold Street A true friend is a gift from God. Ruth is a girl of whom we boast. And here, her knowledge now. we toast. Of fun. of mirth, then oral themes— To her supply, no end there seems. Loyal, frank, upright, and true. Our class without her would be blue. Alice Mary Blythe Attleboro. Massachusetts A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. Multum in parvo.” So we say of Alice, a very dainty miss who daily and promptly wends her way from Attleboro. She is an excellent worker: accuracy and neatness mark her studies. A sensitiveness and self consciousness add a modest air to her innate, sweet, and unassuming manner. We all love her. Mary Catherine Boyd 120 West Avenue. Pawtucket. It. I. A true friend is forever a friend. Here is one of our Pawtucket girls, a member of the Fnglish course. During her four years at S. X. A., she has found a place in the hearts of all her classmates. Her gentle and dignified bearing speaks her worth louder than words of ours. She is interested in all topics on Chemistry and Astronomy. Alice Mary Brett 1371) Westminster Street It is well to think Well: it is divine to act Well. For four happy years. Alice has been with us. and during that time we have never heard her reproved for breaking the rules. Quite an exception, consider ing how really good we (?) ) all are. Alice excels in typewriting, and the business world will be the richer for her addition to its interests. The Xavier Page Thirteen Dorothea O'Neil Burke 227 Vermorjt Avenue “Knowledge in youth is wisdom in old age. Our Dotty” is a bon-nie lass Who's seldom known to miss a class; Her conduct is a spur in school. F:or rarely does she break a rule. Her knowledge deep and classical Will s'prise wise teachers in the fall. Helen Veronica Burke 2137 Cranston Street. Cranston, R. I. “Of manners gentle and affections mild.“ One would suppose that Vera visited Anton’s” frequently by her mode of hairdressing, but do not persuade yourself so. for she is her own clever hairdresser. Although she comes from the city of Cranston, she is very modern in all respects. Her ability in the Chemistry laboratory is the envy of all her classmates. She also ‘ shines” in Astronomy. and she glories in starry nights. Margaret Genevieve Butler 861 North Main Street “Perseverance and cheerfulness usually win. Une petite” young lady is Margaret. Margaret and the bell have a rival race every morning, and. sad to say. the bell usually wins. She is one of the stars of the Commercial class, and all that Margaret undertakes to do. she does well. Mr. Wall Street Broker, if you want an A-No. 1” Stenographer. you’d do well to employ our Margaret. The Xavier” heralds her artistic tendencies. Rose Eileen Callahan 234 Dudley Street “Sweetness and Amiability—both are in her. The name Rose describes this young miss. Smiling, sweet, and gracious, yes. one of the most popular girls in S. X. A. She is a typist we reasonably envy. The keys just ring under her magic touch. He who is wise enough to employ our efficient keyist will be the envy of the less fortunate. Page Fourteen Evelyn Mary Carr 35 Main Street. Manville, R. 1. ly democratic; affecta- tion has no part in her. Loyalty, gracious- ness. and affability arc her marked traits. Evelyn’s even and calm disposition stamps her as a real student. We envy her ease in translating Virgil: her diction, too. which is marvelous. She is tru- The Xavier Irene Rita Carrigan 101 Tockwotton Street “Truth thou art and therefore to be won Pause for a moment and allow us to introduce Irene. She made her appearance at S. X. A. in 1920. and has signalized herself as a student of no little ability. Earnest study does by no means crush the fun loving disposition which is characteristic of Irene, and we feel certain that these two qualities will be the two great assets that will enable her to carry out her future plans. Bertha Louise Casey 297 Globe Street “Rare is true love; true friendship is rarer. Bertha is always cheerful and happy. She is an 'A-No. 1 ” student in the Commercial class. Bertha has high aims. Her vorth is vividly felt by all who come close to her. If she carries with her as abundant a supply of cheerfulness on the voyage of life as she now possesses, she will reach port happily. Elsie May Collins 93 Peace Street “Hold your fortune for your bliss. A joke worth while you'll ever hear From witty Elsie, reader dear; Her humor sparkles, bubbles keen. She’d spice the latest magazine. Of virtues rare she is possessed. And stands the crux in any test. Just for these traits we ll some day see That sure success will Elsie’s be. Elizabeth Margaret Cooney 12f 7 Cranston Street, Cranston, R. I. The eternal stars shine out as soon as it ts dark enough.” Kind, generous, and intellectual describes our Beth. Since her entrance into S. X. A. she has claimed the respect and admiration of all her classmates. Tomorrow never comes to Beth in the place of today. It has been her ambition throughout her high school course to make herself proficient in her classical work. Elizabeth Regina Corbett 1039 Douglas Avenue “An affable and gentle maid. Bessie is a cheery and fun-loving girl. Now', this does not imply that her “candle’’ is stationary, for she prepares her home tasks well, and her class-assignments arc always prompt and satisfactory. She is deeply sincere and loyal in her friendships. The Xavier Page Fifteen Ellen Marie Cottam Irene Bernadette Cotter 35 Robin Street Laugh and the world laughs with you.” In this Joven” we have a happy combination of wit. mirth, energy, and studiousness. She had a most pleasing personality. Who does not know the kindness and generosity of her heart:— great qualifications for her future work. In the hospital her patients will be fortunate for her ministrations. 632 Smith Street The end crowns the work.” Irene is a person of strong convictions, strongly expressed, one whose influence is always felt. She has a sharp. active mind, reads character well, and recognizes merit in others. Her even disposition makes her an agreeable companion. Margaret Anne Coutanche 281 Williams Street “It's education forms the common mind.” In the world of education our classmate. Margaret, ranks high. She is a student every inch, and is gifted with a genial personality that would be difficult to rival. With the fund of information ac- quired during her four years, we are confident that she will be one of the strongest exponents of what our loved Academy has done for her. Marion Gertrude Cunningham 459 Broadway, Somerville. Massachusetts ”Gentle thou art. and therefore to be won.” Enter Miss Boston. She usually arrives somewhat late for Chemistry. The trains are irregular, don’t you know.” If it were not for Marion's delicious fudge, there would be some lack of sweetness at S. X. A. N’est-ce pas. girls?” Marion is worth a whole page in your book of remembrances. Mary Gertrude Curvtn 44 Tower Street. Pawtucket. R. 1. Anger she knoweth not. and a sweet smile hath she for all.” From St. Mary’s. Pawtucket, she matriculated in the year 1920. Mary is a true Xavierian. Gifted with a sweet personality. endowed with a spirit of loyalty towards her Alma Mater, she has been an impetus to higher things among her classmates. Page Sixteen The Xavier Helen Marie Deery 64 Battey Street Mary Harriet Dowling 17 Vernon Street Her native grace is void of art. To think well is to act well. Not fun. nor frolic fills her day. And yet. how gracious do we say! A student apt. a friend alway— I challenge who to this says ' nay.’ There is a saying that “good things come in small pack ages.” and we have a proof of it in Mary. Small in stature, but big in heart and mind is this “jeune demoiselle. It is difficult to mention any special accomplishment of Mary’s, for she is a literal “Jack of all Trades.’’ We hazard a guess that Stenography Are we right. Mary? is her favorite subject. Helen Marie Doyle 117 Sheldon Street “Great oaks from little acorns grow. “To have friends, one must be a friend.” That is the secret of Helen’s popularity. With her happy, pleasing smile and amiable disposition she has won many friends at S. X. A. Too. she has maintained a noble record. Spanish is Helen's favorite study. “No cs verdad ?” Josephine Elizabeth Doyle 21 Ayrault Street A girl who goes into the depth of things. This is station S. F. X. A. The class of ’24 would like to know if General Pershing is going to resign his command of the American Army. If so we have a candidate to offer in “Joe.’’ the leader of our class. Josephine has sensible ideals, a clever power of imitation and marked social tendencies. She is a good student and often a merciless critic. Lucille Cecilia Duffy 1U4 Webster Avenue Mirth, with thee I mean to live. Behold one of the merriest girls of the class of '24. Lucille's popularity is extensive both in school and out. and her excellent and unmatched wit have made for her a host of friends. Generosity, humor, and efficiency are her main characteristics. If a funny story you wish to hear. Refer to Lucille, my reader dear. The Xavier Page Seventeen Mary Elizabeth Earnshaiv 22 Hamburg Avenue Humor is the harmony of the heart.” Now behold one of the most retiring and studious girls of the class. Spanish is her pet study. Mary has keen sense of humor; she bubbles with laughter when she should only (?) smile. Her class appreciates her and pronounces her a capable and thorough student, especially in Virgilian verse. Anna Marie Flynn 176 Point Street Actions speak louder than words.” Anna has won the affection of her teachers and classmates by her quiet, gentle man ner. We have never heard her reproved very seriously. She is always up and doing in the interest of others. Anna is what we call a real success, for she favors study and all things worth while. Annette Ena Forest 46 Bridgli m Street ”Music is the language of the soul.” A pianist, dramatist, artist, student. and. pray, who is the possessor of all these talents? It is none other than our own Annette: She very wisely uses her ability in the interest of others. Annette is a typical schoolgirl, loves her studies. teachers, classmates.—a real friend to all. When she has reached the last rung on the ladder of her upward and onward career, she will, we are sure, reminiscently recall her early achievements in S. X. A. Katharine Cecilia Gal I i van Marion Josephine Gavigan S3 Sorrento Street “To live in deeds, not years: in thoughts, not breaths.” 149 Wood Street “A smile that glowed celestial, rosy-red. love's proper hue.” A good musician, a pleasant companion, and a sincere friend are three of the prominent qualities we find in Katharine. Her linglish themes delight us for their clearness and originality. Katharine will enter college in the fall. Music is her real delight. A concert pianist some day. Kath,” N'est-ce pas? A striking characteristic of this young lady is her amiability. She is fun-loving, but has also a serious side. The proof is that our register is cleanly lined because of her faithful attendance and punctuality during her high school course. An enviable record, hers! Page Eighteen The Xavier Marion Frances Gibbons 33 Grand Street Mary Helena Gill 301 Blackstone Street Peace sits enthroned on her brow. Grace in all her steps, heaven in her eyes. Composure and calm arc characteristics of Marion. Who has ever seen the evenness of her disposition ruffled or whose imagination can picture anything to disturb Marions unperturbed nature? This visible serenity is the outward sign of a noble soul full of beautiful thoughts. Are we correct in surmising that Marion’s departure from S. X. A. in June will be of short duration? Mary is one of the stars of the Astronomy class and. star-like, she radiates happiness and cheer in a quiet, unassuming manner, for which reason she has obtained a big place in our hearts. We feel sure that Mary will have a successful career. Helen Russell Gilmartin 306 New York Avenue The Lord loveth a cheerful giver. Helen s interest in her class and her energy in research-study are traits that stand out very vividly in her character. She has a happy concept of life. Her goodfellow-ship is contagious, and one is ever sure of her loyal support. Lola Mary Gilmore S7 Bluff Avenue Thine own wish. I wish thee, in every place. I'm first, after everyone else,” is Lola’s unspoken motto. Actions speak louder than words, so we’ve profited by her unselfishness. She is well suited for her position of Vice-President. being a true leader. When there's work to be done, she is always first.” and when there's frolic. Lola stands in the front row. She has giggles and blushes, and shy. roguish glances to match. Catherine Marie Hacket 45 King Philip Street Virtue is true nobility. Sweet and kind arc the epithets which have clung to Catherine during her four years at S. X. A. Being always ready to lend a helping hand to her teachers and companions, she has distinguished herself in a way all her own. She is very much interested in Virgil, as is dear from her excellent translations. To her sincere and persevering efforts must be attributed her enviable scholarship. The Xavier Page Nineteen Mary Helen Hanley Alice Teresa Harahan 85 Pocasset Avenue “A smile! the most valuable thing in the World, and it doesn't cost a cent.” We are very sorry that space does not allow us to do full justice to this young lady of cheerful todays and confident to morrows. Mary fairly radiates sunshine, with her laughing dimples and sparkling eyes. Mary usually occupies a back seat; though how she does is a conundrum. M ary ranks high as a commercial student. 433 Benefit Street A daughter of the gods, divinely tall.” This tall, stately young lady is our Secretary. and one we are proud of. F:rom her first day at S. X. A. she has been steadily gaining friends. Her clear, soprano voice has given us many a pleasant hour. With her pal'' she may always be found wherever there is laughter and merriment. Alice ranks high in all her studies, but we envy her Spanish translations. Helen Bernardine Howard 50 Steuben Street ‘Speak kind words, and you will hear kind echoes.” Have you a favor you wish done? If so. you must be directed to that prominent young miss. Helen B.. who. like all others from Olneyville's expanse, stretches forth a helping hand. To substantiate this statement, one has only to ask her close friends. Helen is light- hearted and fun-loving, but never shirks her duty. She has a contagious laugh, and her heartiness has captivated the hearts of many. Helen is an honest, trustworthy, and true friend. Earnest efforts mark her daily tasks. Mary Helen Hughes 198 Sisson Street, Pawtucket, R. I. The sweetest music in the world is that of the human voice.” Mary is one of our representatives from the renowned city of the above address. Her sweet voice has added greatly to the finish of our programmes, and her leadership in physical culture has been an incentive to us at all times. Good-will and class spirit have characterized her. Alary Veronica Kelli her 40 Governor Street “It is easier to promise than to perform Friendship with Mary grows strong and perfect by association. She is noble, sincere, and affectionate, and that is why the good will of her classmates is hers. Our commercial work in Geography is made interesting by Mary's experiences of travel. Page Twenty The Xavier Anna Marie Loughran 225 Knight Street Of manners gentle, of affection mild. Marie appears, at first acquaintance, very timid. But when she faces an audience and delivers what might almost be called an oration, we sit up and gasp. “Is that really our Marie?” Some day we shall find Marie training classes in Expression—if she does not enter the political arena. Catherine Teresa Kiernan 21 6 L ookworxl Street 'Full of vigor, effort, not show, she's different from the rest, you know.” Free time! What shall we do? Why. call “Kitty.” an inspiration to our class. This young lady is a combination of wit and wisdom, and is ready always to help her less fortunate classmates. As President and debater she has guided us successfully through many a dilemma. She is a student above the ordinary in the esteem of her class. Mary Veronica Lang ton 85 West Park Street Kind, loving, and generous in every way.“ Nature has bequeathed to Mary a bright smile, a sunny disposition, and winning ways. No wonder all her classmates eagerly greet her and surround her so that (though not small) she is almost entirely lost from view. In phonography and typewriting Mary excels. and we know that she will have no difficulty in securing a firm foothold in the business world. Dorothy Mary Lenahan 70 Itohin Street “Art is to conceal art. To see her. to hear her. to know her. Are to love her; For like to her. there is no other Eleanor Lowe 3.8 Payton Street A good little maid who works right well.” Do not scrutinize this picture too closely, reader dear, for Eleanor might blush. Although one of our quiet girls, her hearty laugh and pleasant manner will always be a sweet remembrance to the class of 24. Judging from the great interest she takes in Ancient History, she must be contemplating a visit to King Tut s tomb. The Xavier Page Twenty-one Mary Agnes Lynch i 4 Brownell Street None knew her hut to love her. Since Mollic” first crossed the threshold of St. Xavier’s, she has flooded the classroom with sunshine. She is simply bubbling over with vivacity. Joining the 'Double T rio” in her first year, she has remained a staunch member. As a student she excels in Latin. When MolHc” is looking down from her vantage ground, she will still cherish in her heart the pleasant memories of Saint Xavier’s. Mary Margaret Lynch 146 Ives Street Nature shows her art. A collection of smiles, generosity, and knowledge, and you have Mary, our class comedian. Mary is dry wit” personified. Her remarks keep the class in constant laugh ter. And knowledge of politics! My! what Mary does not know about the doings of the House” is of little importance. you may be sure. Lnglish is Mary’s favorite study, and we feel confident that she will find her place among the leading debaters of the day. Mary Rita McAloon 253 Pawtucket Avenue, Pawtucket. R. I. Gentleness. more power than Hercules.’’ Mary did not come to us until the second year, but she soon made a host of friends among us. If there is a star in the heavens that Mary has not yet discovered, we feel sure it will come into her vision next year, for her aspirations are truly astronomical. Anna Louise McCaffrey 104 Chad Brown Street A face all wreathed in smiles. The fairies must have welcomed Anna to this world and lavished on her their gifts. She is an earnest student, as the fact that she has carried off St. Patricks scholarship proves. The glow of pride shone in her features when the successful contestant was announced. Anna has appreciated that constant effort means success. She is a witty girl and full of thoughts for others. Mary Veronica McCarty 44 Walling Street Cheerfulness wins all hearts. In presenting Mary to the public, we are confident that she will charm it as she has her classmates. She is the advocate and expounder of geniality and cheerfulness. But do not be misled, for her studies, especially Latin.” play an important part in her life. The class of ’24 will miss her when she embarks on the sea of life. We know that her magnetic personality will overcome all obstacles. Page Twenly-iwo The Xavier Margaret Elizabeth McCormick 236 Power Street Alice Marie Me Elroy 859 North Main Street Nothing is impossible to Willing hearts. A path triumphant trod.” To learn Margaret’s pet avocation, look at our sketches in “The Xavier.” They, by no means, express all that Margaret can do in the realm of art. because here she was obliged to share honors with the other gifted members of the Art Staff: but in future years, look for her name among the masters of pallet and brush. “Al” is one of he fun-makers of the class. She has gained many friends by her congenial disposition and funny sayings. “A!” has made a name for herself in the Thursday’s experiment class by her ready answers. College is in her perspective, where she will revel in scientific research. Oh! for a rack of test tubes all her own! Margaret Adelaide McKeon 161 Transit Street Mag prosperity be your page.” No favor is too much to ask from Margaret: she has a very help ful and generous disposition, and Catherine Alice McMahon 12 Johnson Street. Pawtucket, U. I. The only way to have a friend is to be one.” Happy and carefree every day Our Treasurer” and classmate. “Kay.” She's always here, she's always there, We find her helping everywhere. By lessons she is never scared. She always has them well prepared. Pawtucket was with us when Catherine came— Without her. our class would not be the same Catherine Agnes McMann 3 Covell Street I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty: I woke and found that life was Duty.” Catherine excels in poetic ability, as “The Xavier” tells. English is her favorite study, but no other lesson suffers on this account. We were glad to welcome her after her long illness, and we congratulate her that by her earnest study she has been able to continue in class work and to keep our number even—82. The Xavier Page Twenty-three Alice Irene McNulty 129 Sheldon Street “Good things come in small packages.” Allow me to present Alice, one of “la plus petite” and cleverest girls we have. A first glance at her would remind one of “II Pen-seroso. but after you are acquainted with her. she is more apt to bring “L Allegro to your mind. Alice is talented and very ir-tistic. She has furnished clever etchings for “The Xavier.” Dorothy Annette McNulty Warwick, R. 1. A patient mind the path of duty follows.” When Dorothy came into our class, we at once recognized her genial manner and the stability of her character. She is so thorough in all her studies that it is difficult to know in which she excels. Dorothy is strong in athletics. The fishes in Warwick waters just have to look out. Catherine Mildred Millmore 24 John Street What you do. do with your might.” Mildred is one of the most earnest girls in S. X. A. She is member of the Commercial Course, a diligent and apt student, and a loyal friend. One feels better for having discovered the beautiful qualities of her reserved nature. Marie Antoinette Morin 495 Brook Street “A true lady is one who willingly offends no one.” Margaret Mary Murphy 254 Xorthup Street. Edge wood. R. I. “A light heart lives long.” Smiling, laughing, carefree, and gay; Moments for work, moments for play: Her lessons she learns with the greatest zest. One study. Spanish, proving the test. At her departure. Ah. what regret! We ll miss this prized pearl, our dear Marga ret. During Antoinettes two years with us. she has been what we may truly call a student. Her whole heart is in her work: her earnestness in research-work and her interesting oral themes make her a desirable asset to our Pnglish class. Page Twenty-four The Xavier Ellen Veronica Madden 37 Hilltop Avenue Music—-how enthralling! Whom have vve here? Why. it is Ellen! One of the model girls in the Commercial Course. Her cheerful ' Good morning.” and winning smile, have gained for her many friends in school. Music has charms for Ellen. She has entertained us many times with her choice selections. Helen Bernadette O'Connor 21 East George Street ' Press on! surmount the rocky Steps.'' Here is a student on to duty! Possessed of marked talent. Helen is a valuable asset in our Latin class. “Why subjunctive?—Why abla-ti ve ? — Why ? Why ? Why?” An answer alert from Helen saves the hour if not the day. Her unmeasured capability, her person ality account for her popularity among her classmates and teachers, her artistic trend. “The Xavier” tells Mary Louise O' Donnell 311 Warwick Avenue, Warwick. R. I. Give to the world the best you have, and the best will come back to you. Dear to all is this young miss from the little town of Warwick. She fairly glows with a spirit of generosity and unselfishness. She is an artist of unusual merit, and we would not be surprised to see her paintings in the Hall of l ame. She also likes to translate Spanish. “No es verdad. Maria?” Eileen Fontneau O’Neil 321 Smith Street. Edge wood, R. I. To persevere is to win. Tis small things that shine, and Eileen is no exception, for joy radiates through her and good cheer makes her a welcome addition in any gathering. Eileen loves poetry and promises well. We expect to find her among the celebrated in “Who's Who.” Eleanor Angela O'Neil 98 John Street ”With her heart in all she does. Cheerfulness, generosity, and knowledge arc the secrets of Eleanor’s popularity. She is the leader in the commercial division, and it is easy to see that English and Stenography are her favorite studies. Commercial Arithmetic has its place, too. All in all. Eleanor is one of our “A-No. 1 ” girls. She knows what is right and does it. The Xavier Page Twenty-five Christine Elizabeth Parker Marguerite Elizabeth Plunkett i Parsonage Street A princess from the Fairy Isle. I he very pattern girl of girls.' “Voici” Christine! an actress of natural ability: heV heartiness gives zest tp any role she acts. She is a strong exponent of “English undefiled.” not only in her themes and essays, but in her conversation, w h i c h we often marvel at. Her manners are gracious and pleasing. 214 River Avenue Nothing is impossible to witting hearts. One of the earnest English girls is Rita, and she likes her English. Her tireless way to the fourth floor every day is her objective. for her favorite study is Astronomy. It takes some time to know Rita: she has a serious look of concern about things generally, but on acquaintance we find her cheery side. N’est-ce pas. Rita? Catherine Louise Regan Castle Street, Bast Greenwich, R. T. “Every true friend is a glimpse of God. With her dancing eyes and merry laughter. “Cathie” is the life of the class. Daily she arrives from the metropolis” of East Greenwich. During Spanish free period, she gets alongside of her “pal.” They arc a diligent pair, as results prove. We arc sure that whoever is fortunate enough to come in contact with her will prize her sincere friendship as do we of S. X. A. Catherine excels in Shorthand, and is one of the most correct typists in the class. Esther Alfreda Riley 134 Wood Street The mildest manners and affections gentle. Those who know Esther know her to be sweet and gentle. All who come in contact with her are impressed by the dignity and simplicity of her bearing. She is truly loyal to those who are her friends. We feel that every one of the three hundred and sixty-five days of the year holds in its diary a written page of her worthy deeds. Clare Grace Risk 36 Summer Street. Central Falls. R. I. “There's nothing ill can dwell in such a mind. If you should ever find yourself in a dilemma, do not become anxious if Clare is around. She is thoughtful, generous, and resourceful—ever ready to give assistance, and to give it in the way that makes us think of the lines from “The Vision of Sir Laun-fal.” only we change them to fit Claire: “The gift with the giver is not bare.” She bestows upon her lessons the same generous care that is characteristic of her in all other matters. Page Twenty-six The Xavier Helen Frances Sad her 15 Armstrong Avenue “In thy heart the dew of youth: On thy lips the smile of truth. Helen is staunch in friendship, faithful in studies, and loyal to Alma Mater. She has made herself loved and appreciated by her genial spirit and sparkling conversation. Her oratorical ability has strongly appealed to us. especially in her role of Doctor of Philosophy. Never a day sine linea characterizes her four years at Saint Xavier's. Helen Cecilia Shelley 29 Steuben Street In character, in manners, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity . Any time of day you hear a tinkle you may be sure Helen is near at hand. She is our official bell-ringer, and she has much to bear from us less reliable ones. All bells aside. Helen is one of our best students, and not at all pretentious. Her lovely disposition, her willingness to help others in difficulties and her loyalty and courteous manner have gained for her respect and esteem. She loves her school and her school loves her. Madeline Elizabeth Sheridan 107 Arnold Street ‘Tts the mind that makes the body rich. Madeline is one of the most pleasing and graceful girls in the class. During her four years at Saint Xavier’s, she has proved herself to be a loving com panion. She will carry away with her the love of teachers and classmates. Her favorite study is Phonography, and as a typist she stands high. Dorothy Rose Sherlock 13 Winslow Street “Fine manners are the mantles of fair minds. Dot is a conscientious student who always knows things that no one else ever thought of learning. We all realize that the badge of suffering has been hers. She lives so near and yet. and yet. what? I think to Dot. Distance lends enchantment. sometimes. Irene Dolores Smith 311 Warwick Avenue, Warwick. K. I. A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance. An abundance of cheerfulness and a generous disposition are only a few of Irene’s at tributes. Her unfailing good humor has made her popular among her classmates. We feel that Irene's future is secure, for she is a violinist of marked ability. It will not be a surprise, therefore, if we find her name among the great artists some day. The Xavier Page rwenty-seven Margaret Ceciltu Smith Mary Agnes Sullivan Kind hearts are marc than coronets. ” Have you ever heard a debater handle her arguments more dexterously than Margaret? Didn’t we sit up and listen?” However. she does all things well and is ready to help others to do likewise. She has a cheery dis position and indulges in a moderate amount of frolic and fun. En j lish is her favorite study. Conrtne Louise Thereault 1001 Eddy Street ”Smile and the World will smile back to you. ftiend to us all during our four years in Saint Xavier’s. Because cf her beautiful voice, we predict for this little pal’' of ours a brilliant place—in the limelight of the ’Metropolitan.’’ Can you think of a most pleas ant and beaming countenance of dimply smiles, cheery glances, and light-hearted wistfulness? If so. you may conceive some idea of Corinne. We also agree that she is loyal and true, and has been a real 117 Benevolent Street A smile idll go a long, long way. Mary has an incense and earnest nature: she puts body and soul into what she docs, and this is why she reaps so well. Her bearing is dignified and quiet, and often shames us. more boisterous girls. A becoming reserve with a lovable and sympathetic manner gains for her many friends. Elsa Catherine Tortalani 20 Balnbridge Avenue ”Politeness and generosity, all in one. This is a fitting quotation, for Elsa is a model of politeness and generosity: she is quiet and studious, gracious and lovable: she has a deep place in the hearts of all her teach -ers and classmates. Elsa would not be Elsa if she should come to s:hool with her work unprepared. Stenography is her favor ite study, we are sure, for never has she appeared without her letters fully transcribed! The ladder of success will not be too high for our earnest classmate. Mary Margaret Waterman 1315 Crompton Avenue. Arctic, R. I. Leave behind to conquer time Something mighty and sublime! Keen of intellect and highly talented. Mary is looked up to. admired and respected. Nothing diverts her from duty: she always comes prepared for every class, and she comes a long way. Her acquired knowledge is shared with others less fortunate or less ambitious. She. herself, is quietly independent: rarely does she need assistance from any one. Have we not shown good judgment in selecting Mary for our “Editor?” Her contributions to “The Xavier tell further her merit. Page Twenty-eight The Xavier Frances Mary Wolslegel Margaret Isabel Woods Crompton Avenue, East Greenwich, R. I. 12 Hoppin Street In joys, in griefs, in triumphs, in retreat, great always without seeming great. ' A member of the T. G. A., this young lady never arrives before nine fifteen. Frances is one of the best students, debaters, and loyal members of '24. Possessed of a generous and loving disposition, she has won many friends by her graciousness and sincerity. Efficiency characterizes her work. Joy shared is doubled. Possessed of intellectual ability. Margaret inclines strongly toward English and Chemistry. The world’s literature will be the better for her contributions, is what we predict. She has a cheerful way which 1 elps things along. EDITORIAL STAFF he Xavier Page f iventy-nine Our Class Motto Son Ifw Non Sed Dominus Non Ipsi Noe, sed Dominus! With this, our motto rare. The Class of I wenty-four goes forth J'rom Alma Mater' care. The grandest lesson we have learned. All praise with one accord: Non Ipsi Nos, sed Dominus, Not we ourselves, but God. Your lesson, Alma Mater dear, Is safely now enshrined In deep recesses of our hearts. True comfort there we'll find. Our treasure, joy in grief will bring, Will soothe the weary brain: Will rest the weak and tired limbs. When labor seems in vain. But should success attend our path And tempt US proud to be, Non Ipsi Nos, sed Dominus. Will make the tempter flee. Non Ipsi Nos. sed Dominus! Yes. all through life's long day— Por God we've lived, not for ourselves. The years at S. X. A. Catherine A. McMahon I m h«r� w The Xavier After an Interval of Years A One Act Play Dramatis Personae Father Time Calliope—Muse of Poetry Apollo—God of Art Terpsichore—Muse of Dance Euterpe—Muse of Music Melpomene—Muse of Drama Thalia—Muse of Song Venus—Goddess of Love Spirit of Pedagogy Spirit of Mercantile Pursuits Angel of Religion Scene: Stage of Life. Father Time seated on his throne. Time: 1934. Father Time: 'Tis just ten years since S. X. A. Sent eighty-two glad girls away. The Muses now will rightly tell The fate that ev'ry Maid befell. (Father Time summons Muses.) The Xavier Page Thirty-one Enter Calliope, Muse of Poetry. Calliope: Long years ago at S. X. A., The girls toiled hard at rhyme all day. 'Twas time well spent, 'twas not in vain— All these now follow in my train: (Reads from scroll) Helen Sadlier Margaret Smith Evelyn Carr Eleanor O Neil Mary Lynch Anna McCaffery Catherine McMann Irene Cotter Helen Howard Enter Apollo, God of Art. Apollo: My pallet and my little brush Have won for me great fame. Than these, dear artists that I love. None greater can I name: (Reads) Margaret Butler Alice McNulty Margaret McCormick Helen O Connor Enter Terpsichore. Muse of Dancing. (Physical Training.) T erpsichore: “Come and trip it as you go. On the light fantastic toe! All can see that I am Dance. These fair girls my fame enhance. (Calls names as she dances) Lola Gilmore Mary Kelliher Eileen O'Neil Antoinette Moran Elsie Collins Marie Loughran Helen Gilmartin Enter Euterpe. Muse of Music. Euterpe: My strains of sweetest harmony. Once forced to follow me. Eight girls of the Academy. Oh. now their glory see! (Plays and sings the names) Katherine Gallivan Ellen Madden Mary Affleck Margaret Murphy Mary McCarthy Claire Riske Irene Smith Annette Forest Page Thirty-two The Xavier Enter Melpomene. Muse of Drama. Melpomene: Hear my list of famous writers. They who think what actors say; None can them surpass in merit— Every one from S. X. A. (Places imaginary wreaths on unseen heads Catherine McMahon Catherine Kiernan Dorothy Lenahan Ellen Cottam while calling:) Josephine Doyle Mary A. Lynch Christine Parker Enter Thalia. Muse of Song. Thalia: Over the hills I come To greet yqu all today. I'll sing the names of some Who make a happy lay. (Sings the following:) Mary Hughes Dorothy McNulty Corinne Thereault Elsa Tortolani Alice Harahan Enter Venus. Goddess of Love. Venus: The goddess of fair love am I, Who aimed a host of darts. As S. X. A. girls passed me by, I captured all these hearts. (Reads from a large red heart) Helen Doyle Helen Decry Mary McAloon Margaret Coutanche Esther Riley Dorothy Burke Vera Burke Alice McElroy Marion Gavigan Mary Gill Marion Cunningham Enter Spirit of Pedagogy. Spirit: I'm the Spirit of Pedagogy. Known to all both far and wide: Scattering knowledge all about me. Spreading good on every side. Lo! my followers: The Xavier Page Thirty-three Mary Sullivan Mary Waterman Lucille Duffy Mary Dowling Ruth Barry Mary Earnshaw Elizabeth Cooney Anna Flynn Mary Langton Alice Blythe Mary O'Donnell Enter Spirit of Mercantile Pursuits. Spirit: Efficiency and courtesy,— My staffs for all who seek The Mountain of Success to climb— These girls have reached its peak. Margaret Woods Frances Wolslegel Mary Boyd Mary Curvin (Reads from large book) Rose Callahan Irene Carrigan Bertha Casey Mildred Millinore Catherine Regan Madeleine Sheridan Mary Hanley Rita Plunkett Enter Angel of Religion. Angel: God sent me down from heavenly bowers To the Garden of S. X. A. He bade me cull the choicest flowers, So these have I borne away. (Chants the following names:) Elizabeth Corbett Marion Gibbons Alice Brett Helen Shelley Catherine Hackett Eleanor Lowe Margaret McKeon Dorothy Sherlock Father Time, nodding to all: So every girl of ’24, Each, in her special way. Has found the happiness she sought Through years at S. X. A. May every cycle that remains Before I ask my toll, Find each one striving worthily To reach her final goal. {Exit Father Time and Muses.) Annette E. Forest Helen B. O’Connor Page Thirty-four The Xavier The Xavier Page Thirty-five OUR SOPHOMORES Pape Thirty-six The Xavier OUR FRESHMEN The International Language there have been thousands of incredulous persons, believing the consideration merely a passing fancy. But a careful study of the question will refute the false arguments of such people and prove the necessity of an International Language. In our stage of civilization the need of an International Language is hardly to be questioned, for we have a political, a commercial, and an intellectual intercourse with foreign nations, much more extensive than our ancestors ever dreamed of. To keep in touch with foreign culture, it is indispensable to know at least three languages, English. French. German. And to be able to read interesting lectures and treatises on science, one must know at least ten more languages. But surely one may learn science without being a polyglot? No. one may not. And here is just where an International Language plays its important role. Books, written in any language, treating of any subject, could be easily translated into an International Language, and thus benefit the whole world instead of an individual nation. To business men an International Language would be especially welcome. How much expense it would save in the printing of catalogues, circulars, pricelists, etc., for foreign trade. It is impossible even to estimate the amount. Again, would not an International Language be most desirable in political conferences? Frenchmen assert that their tongue is the diplomatic language of the world. Possibly so. But cannot America or Great Britain lay claim to that title, also? Would it not be a stupendous task for all diplomats and ambassadors to master the French language? Would not an easily mastered International Language be preferable? So. whether we consider an International Language from a political, a commercial, or a scientific outlook, we must admit that it appears an absolute necessity. That point settled, we shall pass on to the conditions requisite for an International Language. The International Language cannot be a national language. This statement must be indelibly stamped on the minds of all. A national language offers innumerable difficulties to strangers, in its idioms, exceptions, and pronunciations. Many have proposed Latin: but this idea is absurd, for Latin is a language above the comprehension of the ordinary person, and therefore is unable to meet the present demand. The International Language must have a OR nearly three hundred years, great minds have been pondering over the problems of an International Language, and during that period more than one hundred fifty different solutions have been offered. True. 1'he Xavier Page Thirty-seven vocabulary suitable for ordinary conversation, and for scientific, philosophical, and commercial pursuits. And it must be easily acquired by those of ordinary education. Since neither an ancient nor a modern language proves suitable, scholars have decided that the International Language must be an invented or artificial language. The first attempt to prepare such a language was made by Descartes in 1629. Since then, as we stated above, nearly one hundred fifty other attempts have been made. Probably the most noted of these was “Volapuk, invented by Monsignor Schleyer. For a time this was thought to have solved the problem, but it was soon found impracticable and was discarded. “Volapuk,” however, had this good effect. It enlivened interest in the International Language question and was responsible for the appearance of many new schemes, the most perfect of which was Esperanto, formed by a young Pole. Dr. Zamenhof, in 1878. Dr. Zamenhof edited a book under the pseudonym Dr. Esperanto, the hoping Doctor—hence the origin of the International Language termed Esperanto. At the time of the publication of this book, the disappointed supporters of Volapuk” despaired of ever creating a real International Language. This prejudice was the greatest obstacle the young Dr. Zamenhof had to struggle against. But in 1898, thanks to Louis de Beaufront, Esperanto was introduced into France. Since then its progress has been rapid. In 1905, the first Esperanto assembly was held, at which more than 600 persons from twenty different countries attended. Songs, speeches, debates, dramas were given—all in Esperanto. And. most wonderful to relate, all the members understood one another perfectly, because of the perfect structure of the newly formed language. A brief summary of this language:—Nouns end in o. adjectives in a. adverbs in e. and infinitives in i. There are but sixteen rules. In a word. Esperanto is so easy that it can be learned in a few months. The most interesting account of Esperanto to us, as Catholics, is the report of its use at the Catholic International Council. For the first time in the history of Christendom, hundreds of priests from various countries were able to exchange their ideas without any difficulty. His Holiness. Pope Pius X, that learned and pious Pontiff of holy memory, said at the conference, “Esperanto has a great future before it.” This remark should convince Catholics that an International Language is not a child’s toy, but a real means of defence for the Church. It would make too lengthy a list were one to enumerate all the tests to which Esperanto has been put. It has been used for the Red Cross, and for books for the blind. It was tested in a school in Lancashire, where it was taught to two hundred children, who, in less than a month, could speak it fluently. Esperanto literature counts hundreds of works, translated or original. A Page Thirty-eight The Xavier few of the more celebrated authors: Virgil, Shakespeare, Dickens, Macaulay, Tennyson, Byron. LaFontaine, and Goethe. After reading of these successes, one might justly suppose Esperanto to be the real solution to the puzzling problem. But such is not the case. It v as supreme until 1907, and then Ido made its appearance, which, being greatly superior to Esperanto, offers the definite answer to the question. The origin of Ido? When the Paris exhibition opened in 1900, the authorities found themselves in a dilemma, for they were practically tongue-tied. The need of an International Language forced itself upon them more keenly than ever before. Therefore, a number of delegates were appointed to consider the question. For seven years this Committee investigated Esperanto, the established International Language, and in 1907 gave this as their unanimous decision:—“Esperanto, modified according to suggestions of Louis de Beaufront and termed IDO. meaning offspring, is our choice of an International Language.” At the end of eighteen conferences, Ido was chosen as the most perfect and correct I. L. In 1913. it reached its real perfection: and in 1915, its first dictionary was published. But with the appearance of Ido in 1907, trouble began between the Idists and the Esperantists. Strange as it may seem, the oldest and most ardent supporters of Esperanto were the first to join the Idian ranks. Other Esperantists. however, blinded by pride and jealousy, refused to see the advantages of Ido. So. from 1907 until the present time, bitter controversy has waged between the two. Of course, the utter defeat and disappearance of Esperanto is but a matter of time. Ido, being much more perfect, will naturally supplant it. But cannot Ido, in its turn, be vanquished by a new International Language? Decidedly, no! This is impossible. For Ido contains a perfect proportion of the languages of all nations. To quote from “The Irish Rosary”: “Ido. amidst its hard fights, looks forward to the future with a serene certainty of final victory. For Ido is not, like Esperanto, the work of one man. It is collective work, the fruit of the experience of three centuries. Hundreds of eminent scientists and linguists have brought a stone to the monument, which was upreared in a period of six years.” Helen F. Sadlier The Xavier Page Thirty-nine The History of '24 ’Twas in the ninth month of the year And on the ’leventh day, That we began our bright career At High School S. X. A. Our hearts with real delight were filled Of classic contemplations. Our minds with rapture deep were thrilled, And youthful aspirations. To Algebra and Latin roots We were initiated: With teachers new and gay recruits We now associated. But soon the happy year had passed And Soph’mores we became: Attempting to hold all aghast With lore, and thus gain fame. We learned new charms of History. And Physics, too. was new. Which kept us all in mystery Lest high marks might be few. The Freshmen, we now stunned with our Superiority. We awed them with importance, pow’r. And lofty dignity. Page Forty The Xavier So thus another year rolled by On gilded wings of Time. As Juniors then we ranked quite high In first attempts at rhyme. Now Spanish to our class we add And tried to understand: In trials, that were not too bad, We learned to write Shorthand. Our emblems new made us content. We strove each one and all To study with our minds intent. To heed each duty’s call. And then at length the final year— The Seniors we are. true. Who lead each class and proudly wear New uniforms of blue. We gladly lead gymnastic drill Each Monday in the hall: At singing time the room we fill With dulcet tones of all. We've tried our best to 'tend the rule. And follow each behest. To give example to the school. Nor act. but by request. At last, we near Commencement Day! The time is drawing nigh When we must bid to S. X. A. Our tearful, last good-bye! Oh. may we always treasure dear, In years that follow later. The golden maxims we’ve learnt here With our loved Alma Mater. Ruth E. Barry The Xavier Page Forty-one Une Rencontre Scene: Le Theatre represente la Gare de Providence. Personnages: Ena et Marie. Temps: Vingt-quatre mai, mil neuf-cent vingt-quatre. Ena Est-ce toi, chere Marie? Ils sont exauces, mes voeux! O bcnie soit Toccasion qui te presente a mes yeux! Toi qui. des Tenfance, avec moi elevee, Fus toujours ma plus chere compagne, Et qui. de mes plaisirs. toujours la participante, M’aidais a en gouter lc bonheur. Que douces sont ces pensces jusqua cette heure! Mais depuis deux semaines je te desire, je t’attends. Quelle raison, done, pour ce retardement ? Marie A la nouvelle de cet evenement justement annonce, Loin de toi. je vivais separee. Et de ce grand jour n’attendais que Theure Quand je viendrais te verser Tamitie de mon coeur. C’est attendre trop longtemps.” me dit, en souriant, maman. “Va, durant ce conge d’ecole. revoir ta petite amie, Elle dit: et moi. de joie et de bonheur penetree, Je partis. Dant cette ville j’ai su te trouver, Et—me voici. pour passer mes vacances avec toi. Pour jouir dans un succes qui est aussi a moi. Ena O Marie, mille mercis a ta douce mere; Pour sa bonte, ah! je Taimerai a jamais, cette chere. Et a toi mon coeur parle en accents d’amour; Sans toi, mon plaisir ne serait pas complet en ce jour. Marie Ena. dis, qu’as-tu fait pendant ces quatre annees? Page Forty-two The Xavier Ena Peut-etre t’a-t-on parle de la fameuse ecole Saint Xavier?” Sous sa banniere splendide, de grandes lemons j'ai etudie. Ah! durant ces jours de travail et de plaisir, J'ai su non pas m'inquieter mais me rejouir. Et maintenant que le temps est arrive. Quand de cette place chere je dois me separer. Je me sens triste et morne a cet adieu. Marie Ma chere amie, ne te laisse pas ainsi decourager. Mais songe a ce jour de fete et de gloire que tu vas bientot passer. Ena Tu as raison! Que de plaisirs et de joies nous attendent! Mais, vite! Voici notre tramway. Allons! Chez nous! Annette E. Forest et M. Antoinette Morin (Nos excuses a M. Jean Racine) Our Noble Example Juniors, use it, Don’t abuse it. Place it in your memory deep: Don't forget it. You'll regret it. If it from your mind should creep. Oh! uphold it. And enfold it Close within your very heart: Often try it. Oft’ apply it: Do not ever from it part. Catherine M. Hackett The Xavier Page Forty-three ITTTJZn LOOKATTHE t OUR N A L k n.6, Sept. 12. Sept. n. Sept. 14. Sept. 15. Sept. 17. Sept. 21. Sept. 24. Sept. 26. Oct. 3. Oct. 8. Oct. 1 1. Oct. 15. Oct. 16. Oct. 18. Oct. 24. Oct. 30. Daily Journal Ha! Ha! Ha! Dignified Seniors! Thoughts of vacation still linger. Initiated into the mysteries of new desks, just for us!! New uniforms discussed. Display of uniforms for Seniors. Political warfare. Class election. Our Annual Mercy Day Pilgrimage. Recital of Horatius at the Bridge.” How enthralling!! Our oratorical abilities tested! Began Physical Torture.” Columbus Day program. Successful. Sweet little girls in blue are we!! The adorning feature of S. X. A. donned. Frances Burney’s Evelina.” Virgil finds a place in our hearts—! ? ? ? Teachers' Institute Holidays. They are more appreciated in the observance than in the breach. Hallowe’en party with spooks 'n’everything! Pictures taken. Wonders!!! Mr. Mills’s camera withstood the shock. Faye Forty-four The Xavier Nov. 2. Nov. 7. Nov. 11. Nov. 17. Nov. 22. Nov. 23. Nov. 28. Dec. 1. Dec. 3. Dec. 11. Dec. 14. Dec. 21. Jan. 2. Jan. 10. Jan. 17. Jan. 22. Jan. 28. Jan. 29. Feb. 4. Feb. 13. Feb. 18. Feb. 21. Feb. 28. Mar. 5. Mar. 8. Mar. 10. Mar. 1 2. Mar. 14. Mar. 15. Mar. 20. Mar. 21. Mar. 23. Mar. 24. Thank Heavens!' Essays completed. Our fatigued (?) brains relaxed by Rev. Fr. McCarthy’s delightful lecture. Wonderful discovery in the astral regions! An S. X. A. girl finds two moons!!! Holiday! Commemoration of Armistice Day. Busily engaged!! Honored by our beloved Bishop's presence at our Education Week’’ Program. Compliments on our dramatic and argumentative ability. Glory and praise to the Class of ’24, A more successful Sale” was never known before. Senior Class is congratulated for enthusiastic efforts. Thoughts turn Christmas-ward. Our Patron’s Day. Mr. Foster of Providence Public Library visits school. Our debate, The Ruhr Question.-’ repeated for Bay View students. Education Week Program presented in evening at S. X. A. Christmas Tree and program. Vacation begins. Such a glitter! Santa evidently patronized Filene’s bargain basement. Emotions are stirred by ’’Schrab and Rustum. Exams! (Jokeless days!) Another cause for tears! No heat!! Rev. Fr. Donovan lectures. Subject: “Future of American Music.” Statue presented by Seniors is greatly admired. Awakening talent as short-story writers. Ah!! Captain Veneno! Holiday in English (?) Class present. Continental Congress Programme. English Class mystified by the Neibeiungeleid.” Visit to State House. Guests of Mrs. O'Neil. Rumors of uniforms for graduation. Pleased to meet you. Hamlet. Greatest Blizzard in thirty-six years. Rev. Fr. Gillis lectures. St. Patrick's Day program. Great success, say we. Begin visits to photographer. Results—just a few pages ahead. First day of Spring. (How’s that?) It’s Leap Year. A student volunteers to look up “some one who's dead.” as an item for “The Xavier. Spurred on to greater efforts for “The Xavier. M. S. mistakes ’’gallegans for collegians. 7 he Xavier Page Forty-five Mar. 25. Mar. 26. Apr. 1. Apr. 4. Apr. 7. Apr. 10. Apr. 11. Apr. 12. Apr. 15. April 23. Apr. 24. Apr. 25. Apr. 28. Apr. 29. Apr. 30. May 1. May 2. So much talk about dress affects one of our pupils, for she declares a verse of Virgil was a hemstitch.” We start the famous Athalie. A Comedy of Errors. Does the date need any explanation? Rev. Fr. Forrest gives an interesting lecture on Lourdes, illustrated. Mrs. O'Neil calls on the girl with the red ribbon. Which one? Day of gloom. Failure to get expected holiday. One of the treats of the year! A lecture by Miss Bangs on the Short Story. Our principal advises us to put anything we have to eat in the garbage-pail.” Seniors again photographed!! Easter Vacation begins. Many return in strange garb!! Xavier only topic of discussion. Congratulations for Mary M. Waterman and Christine E. Parker. Sketches and photos finished and sent to engraver. A very pleasant surprise greeted us in the gracious invitation to the banquet, tendered us by Mrs. S. E. Gilmore in behalf of the Alumnae. General cry. Have you an 'ad'?” No? Yes. Ring out glad bells! Towards completion “The Xavier swells. President and Vice President conduct Exercises in chapel. And this date marks The Xavier done. Our thanks go forth to every one. Our efforts in this book of lore Will be the boast of “ '24.” Helen F. Sadlier Lola M. Gilmore Page Forty-six The Xavier Le Cid 1A litterature fran ;aise s'honore a bon droit d un grand nombre d'ecrivains dans tous les genres. Le dix-septieme siede fut particulierement remar-quable et il se classe parmi les quatre grands siecles ou les arts semblaient a l'apogee. Les chefs-d'oeuvre se multipliaient et la tragedie prit un essor sublime avec le grand Corneille qui merita d'etre appele le pere de la tragedie fran aise. L'apparition du Cid. son chef-d'oeuvre, mit le comble a sa gloire. L.'auteur, il est vrai. s’inspira de l'Espagne. ce qui n’a rien d'etonnant, car les esprits etaient alors pcnctres des impressions que la politique du temps avail suscitees. surtout depuis l'union des families regnantes de France et d’Espagne. Corneille, tout en suivant de pres le poete espagnol, a reproduit le caractere du Cid. non seulement avec une perfection inimitable, mais de plus, il sut rester original par la maniere dont il conqut sa piece. Ses heros nous apparaissent d une vaillance, d une generosite, d'une hauteur de sentiments tout ideales. et on sent, en meme temps, vibrer dans chaque per-sonnage l’honneur castillan qui prime tout autre sentiment. On y voit aussi 1 amour noble et toujours maitre de soi. le devoir l'emportant sur la passion. Le Cid idealise le heros, il devient le symbole de la bravoure, de l’honneur et de tous les sentiments chevaleresques. Avec le vieux Don Dicgue, on fremit devant l'insulte qu'il subit. tandis que l'appel de son fils, “Rodrigue, as-tu du coeur?” provoque l’enthousiasme. De son cote, Rodrigue avec sa fierte hereditaire. son courage juvenile, sa tendresse si touchante. nous transporte hors de nous-meme. La lutte entre son devoir et son amour pour Chimene nous emeut profondement et on se sent porte a l’admirer et a le plaindre, tout a la fois. Chimene elle-meme n'est pas moins digne d’estime dans son ardeur a venger son pere tout en voulant garder son amour. La lutte de cette derniere n’est rien autre chose que la manifestation des sentiments qui animent Rodrigue Les autres personnages scmblent s'effacer comme pour mieux faire ressortir le caractere des deux amants. Tout cede a l'affection. a l'admiration reciproques de ces deux types immortels de jeunesse et de fidelite. Le sujet de cette admirable tragedie, les caracteres, le style—tout est d'une beaute saisissante. Le langage des heros est digne du sujet: les expressions sont nobles, et le ton se soutient sans defaillance jusqu'a la fin. On regrette, cependant, que Corneille ait semble vouloir faire l'apologie du duel dans un moment ou l'Eglise et la France travaillaient a abolir cette triste facon de trancher le point d'honneur. Quoiqu'il en soit. le Cid reste le chef-doeuvre imperissable et un veritable modele de la tragedie classique franqaise. Corinne L. Thereault The Xavier Page Forty-seven American Superlatives NDER the very striking headline, Gentlemen, the Ladies!”, “The New fork Times' Book Review” printed an article last January in whicli it discussed the literary work of four prominent American women, with only one of whom, however, we are concerned at the present time—Miss Agnes Repplier. Having learned that Miss Repplier is considered our best American Essayist, we naturally investigated to discover who is considered our best American Poet, and then our best American Novelist. It may be of interest to make known the results of our research, and to write briefly on our three best American authors in their respective fields. OUR BEST ESSAYIST In the present age we see women venturing forth, in almost every line, and gradually, if quietly, reaching the heights upon which men formerly stood alone. On the literary heights stands Miss Agnes Repplier, sharing equal footing. nay, even surpassing all her American contemporaries in the realm of Essays. Miss Repplier, born in Philadelphia, in 1858. a Catholic of French extraction, is truly American in her sentiments. Her climb up the ladder of literary fame has been one of steady, even progress. As Joseph Collins writes of her, “l ike the Greek dramatists, who wrote their best plays in old age, Miss Repplier's best work is that of her late maturity.” Many years of study abroad have given this essayist a wider view of affairs: and foreign influence has added strength to her forceful Compositions. In her book. “Cross-Currents,” the essay entitled “Modest Immigrant” is a splendid example of Miss Repplier’s shrewd understanding of mankind. It expresses, throughout, wise irony and urbane humor, exhibiting her exquisite personality. She is the author of “Essay in Idleness,” “The Fireside Sphinx,” “In Our Convent Days.” “Points of View,” and many others, all of which have received widespread appreciation. Her latest publication. “Are Americans a Timid Peqple,” proves her to be a woman of sure, intellectual insight. Agnes Repplier has distinguished herself as the possessor of orderly presentation, culture, humor, and a great deal of common sense and wisdom. Such qualities combine to make Miss Repplier unequalled in her chosen field— that of an American Essayist. I he Xavier Page Forty-eight OUR BEST POET A man of great literary ability and achievement is found in the person of Edwin Arlington Robinson, generally acknowledged as America's most finished poet of the present day. Edwin Robinson was born on December 22, 1869, in the little village of Head Tide, situated on the Sheepscott River, Maine. He comes of Anglo-Saxon parentage. When Robinson was but three years of age, the family moved to Gardiner, Maine. Here the youth received his early education, later pursuing his studies at Harvard University. The poet's works, all narrative in character, consist of lyrics, sonnets, and blank verse. His early poem. “Children of the Night,” an extremely gloomy composition, reveals to us the Puritanical tendencies of the author; but since the publication of Children of the Night.” Mr. Robinson has placed before the public his greatest work, The Man Against the Sky.” A number of years elapsed between the writing of these two poems, and we find a marked difference in the presentation of the themes. In the latter the author has. so to speak, reached the summit of his climb, and seeing more beauty and grandeur about him to be expressed, has accomplished it in this, his greatest attainment. For “The Man Against the Sky” shows, in every sense of the word, the true genius of the poet. The originality and directness of this poem is exceedingly striking. As a writer of Vers Libre. Robinson stands out as more finished than his rivals. His spiritual and uplifting subjects tend to make his compositions appealing and praiseworthy. Beauty, truth, simplicity of form, and unexcelled technique make him our foremost, truly American poet. OUR BEST NOVELIST Gaiety, charm, morality, and a delightful humor are found throughout the works of Newton Booth Tarkington. the truest literary photographer of the American youth of today. Tarkington. coming from a small western town, entered Princeton College, where he soon received marked attention because of his literary ability. After leaving college, he devoted himself wholly to writing. His first novel, “The Gentleman from Indiana.” was rejected several times, but was finally published. This was soon followed by his most charming romance, “Monsieur Beaucaire,” “Seventeen. and others. Of “Seventeen, a story published in 1916 and received enthusiastically by a public seeking relief from the horrors of the Great War. the late Maurice Francis Egan, a man who fully valued Tarkington. writes; “Nobody has yet done anything so delightful, so mirth-provoking, so pathetic as has Booth Tarkington in ‘Seventeen’.” The Xavier Page Forty-nine Tarkington’s best work, “The Turmoil.’’ in its plot, style, and diction, nnd in its presentation of American life is said to be “the most successful approximation in sight to the thing prophesied in that venerable mirage, the Great American Novel.” In “The Turmoil” and in many of his other novels, Newton Booth Tarkington is our greatest American novelist for several reasons, but especially for this one—he sees the sunshine as well as the shadows. Evil reminds him that good exists, just as shadows tell him that the sun is shining. His outlook on life is, consequently, sane, normal, and wholesome, rather than abnormal and gloomy. May he live long and may he further enrich our American literature by his versatile pen! As Americans we may truly rejoice in the three great names of our literature today. Miss Agnes Repplier, our greatest Essayist, Edward A. Robinson, our greatest Poet, and Newton B. Tarkington. our greatest Novcltist. Katherine C. Galligan. Rhode Island Rhode Island, we love thee, thou land of our birth. Thy flowering hillsides, thy streams full of mirth; Thy birds and thy sunshine of valley and dale, Where fragrance o’erflows in each breath we inhale. The rest of the States may be three times your measure. No mountains like theirs you claim for your treasure; But, then, we remember, it is not the size. But the value of things that doth merit the prize. Elizabeth M. Cooney Page Fifty OUR GARDEN SHRINE Our Lady's Anthology ■■BLESSED BE THE NAME OF MARY. VIRGIN AND MOTHER!” Mother of the God of Hosts, Our tainted nature’s solitary boast: Thy face through heaven’s golden bars. Outshines the glow of heaven’s serenest stars: O Dew-drop of the darkness born, And ne’er so bright was beauty's dawn, Maid with soft eyes and fair young face. Thee whom Gabriel hailed as “full of grace: Wedded Maid and Virgin Mother mild, Smile upon us as of old upon your Child. Thou Red Rose of the Passion-tide. Loved Mother of the Crucified. Our Lady, lo! our Queen henceforth to be, Thou spotless Lily fair of Chastity. Virgin and Mother of the Eternal Son, What thou dost ask of Him. then is won: For each in utter need. Madonna, intercede. All hearts are touched and softened at thy name, God’s mercies, through thy sinlessness, we claim; Thy clients all beseech thee, hear their prayer, May we, with thee, the joy of heaven share. O Queen, still further do we pray to thee. The Xavier Page Fifty-one And seas may sleep in peace or threaten angrily. Mother of God. Creation’s star-crowned Queen, Through every age our Mother thou hast been. In tender reverence shall no praise abate. To thee. Our Virgin Queen. Immaculate. Compiled by Josephine E. Doyle As an act of love and reparation to our Blessed Virgin Mother, the above lines have been selected from the millions of tributes offered to Mary throughout all ages. The list following gives the author of each verse, wherever possible: 1. Selected 15. Conde Pallen 2. Wordsworth 16. Augusta T. Drane 3. Donmer 17. Kipling 4. Sr. M. A. Dominic. O. S. D. 18. Longfellow 5. Father Tabb 19. Selected 6. Moore 20. P. Gaffney. O. P. 7. Mrs. Spaulding 21. Selected 8. Adelaide Procter 22. Dante 9. Milton 23. Rev. H. Blunt 10. Gertrude Heath 24. Swainson 11. Thompson 25. Swainson 12. Selected 26. M. F. Egan 13. Sr. Margaret Mary 27. Original 14. Henry Coyle Page Fifty-two The Xavier “ Fuimus Troiani ” PERSONAE Aeneas Troianus Dux Pater Aeneas Filius Aeneas Anchises Ascanius Creusa Coniunx Aeneas Hecuba Troianus Regina Troiae Socius Aeneae Locus—In via de Troia Tempus—MVCC Ante Christum Anchises—Moriar. deis volentibus, ego non exire possum ex patria et vivere in exsilio. Es firmus. mi puer, mente; serva Penates et omnia cara tibi. Est officium tibi. Aeneas—O. mi pater! Es cura tui filii. Hasc numine deorum eveniunt. Noli mori velle in his flammis. Ascanius—Cur mali hanc urbem pulchram incendere volunt? Aeneas—Quia, mi filiole. nobis sunt hostes: diu damnum nobis conantur ferre. Anchises—Danai crudelissimi. Hectorem. lucem Troiae, tibi avunculum. inter-fecerunt et nunc post obsidionem decern annorum nos omnes victuri sunt. Ascanius—Quomodo Grasci civitatibus Troianis potiti sunt? Aenas—Quidam Graecus equum ingentem et ligneum xdificavit. simulans eum esse donum deis. Ascanius—Propter hoc. Priamus noster rex. in urbem hunc molem ferri iussit? Anchises—Into. vero. falsus Sinon.—dei eum damnent—dixit eum munus esse Minervae ad ruinam Paladii expiandam. Heu! nos Troiani narrationi credidimus. Aeneas-—Pater, debcmus properare ne ab hostibus opprimamur. Anchises—Longius non procedere possum. Ibi. precor te. linquere me. Ascanius—Non dcseremus te. Pater, meo avo venire nobiscum persuade. Aeneas—Mi genitor. es spes tui filii: ego fortis sum. te umeris imponam. Una salus erit ambobus. The Xavier Page Fifty-three Ascanius—Respice, mea mater abest. Ubi est? Aeneas—Habeo in animo earn nos sequi. Dei earn ferant nobis cum salute. Ascanius (flens)—Nonne earn exspectabimus hie? Anchises—Mi nepos, tua mater. Creusa. est cura deorum. Aeneas—Forsitan, de via vagata est. Per omnes semitas urbis earn statim quaeram. Ascanius—Vereor aliquem casum ei accidisse. Aeneas—O. miserum me! timeo valde, mi filiole. Anchises—Aenea. passus pedum audio. Ascanius—Ah. faciem Regina?, Hecuba?, recognosco. Anchises—Quomodo debilis videtur. velum divellitur. Abi. Aenea, ei succure. (Exit Aeneas) Ascanius—Spero Hecubam scituram ubi mea cara mater sit. (Aeneas init cum Hecuba) Anchises—Salve, Regina! Hecuba—Heu, mei amici! Aeneas—Die nobis, qua? fata fuerint Priami. tibi conjugis carissimi. Hecuba—Horreo casum eius meminisse. Ego non possum— Troianus (respondens)—Iste Pyrrhus, nobilem senem trementem et lapsanterr. in multo sanguine Politae. filii traxit ad ipsa altaria et in latere ensem tenus capulo abdidit. Corpus sine nomine in litore nunc iacet. Hecuba—Utinam cum Priamo cecidissem! Ah. me infelieem! Aeneas—“Nos fuimus Troiani—Ilium fuit.” Ruth E. M. Barry Helen B. O'Connor Page Fifty-four The Xavier They're Off! T all events, Queen Bess must win the race. The betting is now ten to one in her favor. Therefore, you can readily understand why it is so necessary for her to carry off the laurels.” Queen Bess has never failed us yet. and I can safely say that she is in a better condition now than she ever was in the past.” The speakers were seated on the veranda of the Wellington homestead in Louisville. Kentucky. Judge Barlow, the first speaker, was an active sportsman and was particularly interested in the Louisville Derby, since he himself had wagered several hundred dollars on the success of Queen Bess. His companion, Colonel Wellington, was the proud owner of Queen Bess and one of the most prominent men in the Blue-grass State. Although the Wellington Stock had the name of being the finest breed in that part of the country, the Colonel had declared but a few days before that none of his horses was to enter the race. But, upon hearing this. Judge Barlow so persistently begged the Colonel to retract his declaration that he yielded to the Judge after the Judge had promised to help in the selection of the horse most suited for the purpose. After a careful examination of the Wellington Stock, Queen Bess was chosen. Queen Bess, a beautiful black horse, had been with the Wellingtons for nearly three years. She had a mild temper and a playful manner, which made her a favorite of all who knew her. But. as well as many admirers. Queen Bess also had some enemies. Her greatest enemy lay in the person of John Seymour, a life-long neighbor of the Wellingtons, but never a friend of that family. This enmity of feeling was the result of an ancient quarrel between a Wellington and a Seymour, and the feud existed even up to the present time. John Seymour was also a sportsman. Consequently he. too. was giving his undivided attention to the coming Derby. Wildfire, his horse, had raced but once in the past, and was successful. But this was before Colonel Wellington had thought of entering any of his horses. Having heard that the Colonel had decided not to enter a horse, but unconscious of the fact that he had altered his decision. Seymour had placed the name of Wildfire on list at Louisville. He then induced several prosperous business men to bid an enormous sum of money in favor of Wildfire. “Of course.” he told them, it is absurd to think that Wildfire will fail to win. His only equal in the country is Queen Bess, and, thanks to Colonel Wellington, this horse will not run.” The Xavier Page Fifty-five “We are to take it for granted, then, that we are not to lose a single cent in this deal,” replied Bert Wakefield, a noted financier of the day—particularly noted for his art of swindling. “I stake my life on Wildfire.’’ replied Seymour, “for who—with the exception of a Wellington—can enter a faster horse than the one which I have entered?” Such was the present state of affairs in Kentucky. The Louisville Derby was the subject of every conversation, even among the children; and the Judge and the Colonel had not failed to discuss this topic as they rested on the porch which protected them from the sweltering sun. Both were silent for a time after they had exchanged the last few remarks; then the Judge looked up thoughtfully and said: “I wonder if there are any new entries in this race? Do you happen to know of any, Colonel?” Well, as far as I know, all the entries are to be the same as last year, and. if such is the case, we can rely even now on the success of Queen—’’ “Don’t be too sure that you are right in your knowledge of the race, father,” interrupted James Wellington. The speaker—a tall, fairly good looking fellow of about nineteen summers—had heard the statement made by his father as he was about to enter the porch from the house. The lad was never particularly interested in sports or animals of any kind until the handsome black horse made its appearance among the Wellington Stock. In fact, it was James who gave to the pretty creature the name of Queen Bess. It was the earnest prayer of the young master that Queen Bess would one day take her place among the greatest race-horses of the world. It was true, she had won many races, but never an important one like the Louisville Derby. The winner of this race was considered the best horse in the Blue-grass State. It is no great wonder, then, that the young enthusiast should dare to interrupt his father’s conversation. “Come, my boy. tell us what you know of the race.” replied the Colonel, especially proud that his son could tell the Judge something that he did not already know. “Have you been to town this morning? Who is the favorite?” “One question at a time,” said James good-naturedly. “Have patience father, and I will tell you all I know.” “No doubt,” he continued, “you remember the horse called Wildfire that won the Nashville Derby about two years ago. Well. I overheard a conversation among Bert Wakefield and some of his business friends in regard to this horse. They said that this horse. Wildfire, was entered on the Louisville Race-list. According to the excited manner in which they spoke. I conclude that they feel quite certain that this horse will finish first; in fact, they seemed anxious that he should. Apparently, they have spent no little amount of money on Wildfire’s victory.” Page Fifty-six The Xavier During this impromptu speech, the Judge and the Colonel had stared at each other in blank amazement. At its conclusion, the Judge exclaimed: Wildfire, did you say? I can scarcely believe it. John Seymour is the owner of that horse. It was reported, two years ago. that he had withdrawn from the sporting world.' It's a mighty fine time he chose to re-enter it. cried the Colonel, rising from his chair and pacing the veranda like one who had gone temporarily insane. And. oh. my beautiful Queen Bess! I thought you would walk off with the laurels, but that Wildfire—he's the fastest in the country.” Nonsense, be calm, father. rebuked James, seizing him by the arm and leading him back to his chair. Queen Bess will walk off with first prize. No horse in the world can beat her. Not even Wildfire—he'll be just about start ing when Queen Bess will be finishing. Then 1 11 walk up to John Seymour and congratulate him on the wonderful race horse he possesses. I can just picture myself right now. Do you wish me to rehearse my little speech of congratulation, father? No. my boy, it is hardly necessary. I am already convinced of the ability of Queen Bess, and I am ashamed to think that I doubted her for an instant.” The same here.” said the Judge, “and to prove my confidence in the Queen, I am going down this instant to the markets and raise Queen Bess in the estimation of the onlookers, if I have to keep betting on her myself.” So saying, the Judge bade the father and son a good-afternoon and immediately departed, true to his word. The two looked after him in silence, then young Wellington remarked: Cheer up. father, and remember that Queen Bess will finish first if I have to run ahead and pull her after me.” At this remark the Colonel burst into a fit of laughter and answered, ‘‘It’« too bad we didn't think before now. and let you run instead of the horse. James, eh?” Perhaps I am a bit egotistic, father,” rejoined James, but. at any rate, please don't get excited over this affair. Remember Doctor Wellesly’s warning.” Following this short conversation, the boy escorted his father into the house to partake of their usual afternoon tea with Mrs. Wellington and Marie, the wife and daughter of Colonel Wellington. One week had passed since that conversation on the Wellington porch. It was now the day before the great Louisville Derby. The inhabitants of Kentucky were keyed up to the highest pitch of excitement. But very little harmony existed in any part of the state, for some had given the title to Queen Bess: others had presented the laurels to Wildfire. Competition ran high. All week long the favorite of the market was Wildfire, but to-day a sudden change was brought about, and once more Queen Bess came into possession of the Ten The Xavier Page Fifty-seven to One place. All the newspapers flashed forth startling headlines, which added to the enthusiasm of their patrons. A parade was held that night in honor of Wildfire; a banquet was given in honor of Queen Bess. Never was Kentucky in such a turbulent state. The excitement continued far into the night, even until midnight, and the merrymakers noisily greeted the dawn of the final day. James Wellington, like the other members of his family, had but little sleep that night. The reason for this was not only due to excitement, but to the sudden illness of his father. Several doctors had been called, and all declared the Colonel was suffering from a nervous breakdown. As Doctor Welleslv was leaving, he called James and said: “I knew this would happen, though I warned your father several times against it. But. whatever you do, don't let him go to the race-track to-morrow. Keep him quiet. The least bit of excitement will result in a change for the worse. The time for the Louisville Derby was now at hand. James and Marie Wellington started for the race-track. Tears filled the eyes of the Colonel as he lay propped up on his pillow and bade them good-bye. They parted, according to the doctor's orders, without the least excitement. The only visitors of the Colonel were Judge Barlow and Jack Henderson, the little English jockey who was to ride Queen Bess. When they departed, Mrs. Wellington entered the room, and, seating herself in a willow rocker, began to read aloud to her husband. When James and Marie Wellington arrived, the bleachers and grandstands were already filled to capacity, and the voices of several thousand people rose and fell like a roar of thunder. The most excited person was John Seymour. The news of the entry of Queen Bess completely stunned him. He would do anything, even withdraw Wildfire from the races if it were possible, anything—so long as Queen Bess was not permitted to finish before Wildfire. Then a bright idea came to him. Queen Bess! Could he not do something to render her incapable of winning? At this thought he ran around to the stalls where the horses were kept. Five minutes later the whistle blew and the horses fell into line—all ready for the start. Not a sound could be heard from the crowd. Queen Bess looked handsomer than ever as she stood ready for the long run. At the sound of a second whistle the horses and riders dashed forth amid the loud cry of. “They're off! which echoed and re-echoed from the audience. All the horses kept a close pace until the second quarter, when Queen Bess made a bold leap and got several paces ahead of the others. The excitement of the crowd was tremendous. Men’s hats were thrown in the air as they cheered and shouted, “Queen Bess in the lead! On and on the horses ran. Faster, and faster, and still faster they ran: Page Fifty-eight The Xavier but at the third quarter Queen Bess was still in the lead, and again the crowd cheered and shouted. It was the final lap. James Wellington fairly danced for joy as he watched the race through large field glasses. Queen Bess will surely finish. There is no doubt about it. Nearer and nearer the goal she ran, and louder and louder the field resounded. Suddenly a hush fell over the crowd. The field glasses dropped from the hands of young Wellington, and he staggered forth from the bleachers. Queen Bess had fallen about twelve yards from the goal. Wildfire finished first. Wildfire wins the Louisville Derby! Thus ended the brilliant career of Colonel Wellington, the famous sportsman. Laughed to scorn by John Seymour: taunted by those who had lost on Queen Bess, and. worst of all. even deserted by his old friend. Judge Barlow Why had he not kept to his decision not to enter the races? “Oh. father, father!” exclaimed James and Mary Wellington in one voice “Queen Bess won! Won by a wide margin, too. father! “I told you so. father.” continued James, walking closer to the bed in which his father lay. “What’s this, what’s this?” asked Colonel Wellington. Queen Bess didn t fall then—and Wildfire did not finish first? Thank God! I was only dreaming” “John Seymour tried to put Queen Bess out of the way. said Judge Bar-low, just entering the room. “But he was caught in the act. and he and his associates won’t bother you again. As the Colonel looked about the room, sure enough, his wife was still there holding the paper she was reading when he fell asleep. Queen Bess had realized the dream of her young master, and was certainly the best horse in Kentucky. Mary M. Lynch I'hc Xavier Page Fifty-nine ffi B Marjory's Awakening FIRST PRIZE STORY ARJORY SLOANE consulted her dainty, jewelled wrist watch. Two fifteen! She had distinctly told her dressmaker two sharp. The small waiting room seemed suddenly to suffocate her. Just imagine the bare possibility of her being disappointed and not having her orchid organdie for the supper-dance! After she had planned so carefully to get pumps and hose to exactly match the gown. Marjory had. of course, dozens of beautifully sheer evening frocks and hosts of slippers: but tonight she must have her new dress just as she had arranged. She thought of her gorgeous new fan and her wonderful hair ornamenu Her pretty brows contracted in a worried frown and firm little lines tightened her sweet mouth. At that moment, the inner door opened. A neatly dressed clerk entered. I am very sorry. Miss Sloane. I have just received a telephone message from Mrs. Roberts, and she says she will be unable to come in this afternoon at all. I guess—” “What does it mean ? Why. she was to finish my dress by four o’clock. I must see her somehow. May I have her address.'’” Marjory was almost impolite in her eagerness. Perhaps one of the other girls can finish the dress?” suggested the clerk hopefully. No. indeed. I had particularly planned the finishing touches with Mrs. Roberts. I would appreciate having her home address, please.” The clerk quickly withdrew and returned with a small white card which she handed to Marjory. It is not far from here, you see. Miss, but in rather a queer locality.” Marjory caught a note of resentment in the clerk's voice. “Thank you very much. murmured Marjory. ”1 will have her return with me. if possible.” Marjory fairly ran from the shop and into her beautiful limousine that waited at the curb. The chauffeur stared at the card she handed him with l sort of puzzled expression. A peculiar locality for his young mistress, he thought. Several parcels were strewn about the tonneau of the machine. Marjory had been shopping most of the morning. She reached out one gloved hand and felt of a square cardboard box. What did it contain? Oh. yes, the luncheon set she had bought for Mother. It was pure linen and hemstitched. That heavy package over there contained the handsome silver candlesticks with their Page Sixty The Xavier long rose-colored candles. Those were for Mother's boudoir. She would look up shades to match them tomorrow. Marjory was always buying some lovely thing for her mother. Whenever she went shopping, she would always discover some article or ornament that she knew would please that lady's fastidious taste. Ah. the car had stopped. Marjory looked out and was very much dismayed at the disreputable neighborhood. It’s the third floor,” reminded the chauffeur, pointing to the drab tenement- house. Marjory stepped out slowly. Well, she would go up and see Mrs. Roberts now that she had come. She really wished that she had not bothered. The door opened from the street and Marjory carefully counted the flights as she skipped upward. The third floor corridor was ill-smelling and gloomy. A medley of voices reached her ears and partly reassured her. She reached forth a tentative hand and gently rapped upon the door nearest her. A little girl with a shabby plaid dress and long brown braids opened the door and peered out questioningly. Docs Mrs. Roberts live here, please?” asked Marjory. The little girl stared at her with mystified eyes. Mama!” she called, without shifting her gaze from the wonderful vision before her. Mama failed to appear and the child beckoned to Marjory to come in. Dan s sick,” she announced simply. Mama’s awful sad. Marjory found herself in a big bare kitchen with but one room opening therefrom. Everything was clean and well scrubbed, but hopelessly poverty-stricken. “It does seem peculiar. thought Marjory to herself. I’m sure that dressmaking establishment pays high salaries for assistants, because they are all supposed to be specialists . . . and considering the prices they charge!” At that moment. Mrs. Roberts hurried from the bedroom. She stood aghast as she recognized her caller. O. my dear Miss Sloane, I am so sorry to disappoint you—but—” Here her lower lip began to quiver and tears filled the big tired eyes that seemed to burn in her pale, worn face. Marjory stepped forward from her position near the door with quick sympathy in her bright young eyes. Such scenes as this smote her tender heart. In her gay world everybody seemed to be continually planning new pursuits of pleasure and new joys. White, haggard faces and tear-filled tragic eyes had no part: nor bare, uncomfortable rooms and shabby little girls: nor sick Dans. ”1 didn’t know you were in trouble. Mrs. Roberts. I’m sure I would not have bothered you. Is—is some one ill?” she faltered. The Xavier Page Sixty-one At this demonstration of interest, Mrs. Roberts allowed the tears to roll, unheeded, down her face. O Miss.” she sobbed, “it’s my little boy, Danny. He’s a cripple and been lying on his back for nine years.” She led the way into the tiny bedroom, and Marjory followed slowly. On a small bed near the window lay a dear little boy with clinging brown curls framing a wistful, almost spiritual, face, out of which two beautifully blue eyes shadowed with pain gleamed like jewels. Marjory felt a lump rise in her throat. She knelt beside the bed and took one of the slim wasted hands that moved restlessly over the coverlet. ”He's only ten, Miss. He's been bad. off and on. but the doctor said this morning—he said—well, we must be careful of Danny and take good care of him,” she added cheerfully, as the boy’s eyes searched her face. He turned his gaze to Marjory's face. I'm going to die. lady; that's what doctor knows.” Marjory experienced a fierce pain at her heart. She longed to reach out and grasp this frail figure to her heart and tell him that he was not going to die—that he was going to live and be taken away from this miserable tenement: that he was going to have beautiful surroundings where he would forget his pain and be made well. It was the first maternal instinct dawning in her young heart. But she would have called it pity. “No, Danny, no. Doctor said that close care would save you, darling, and Mama is going to stay home with you all the time. I will have to stay home altogether now,” she added, turning to Marjory. The discouraged tone of her voice expressed more clearly than words that to “stay home altogether would take away the only means of her support. His father died when he was three,” continued Mrs. Roberts. ‘'I’ve gotten along somehow, but poor Danny's sickness has kept us poor.” Marjory thought of all the medical expenses involved in a nine-years’ illness: all the hopes and disappointments incident thereto. All thoughts of the supper-dance; the orchid gown: the slippers, etc., had slipped from her mind. Such stark misery as lay before her eyes! Poverty—sickness—hunger most likely. And unselfish devotion—love—sacrifice. You poor little fellow.” murmured Marjory compassionately. You're going to get well and play—play with other little chil—dren.” The big blue eyes had closed and the thin white hand clutched Marjory's tightly. Marjory s heart filled to bursting. The tears coursed down her cheeks now that the boy’s eyes were off her face. Mrs. Roberts spoke softly: He's such a dear boy—uncomplaining and patient. Never has he stood on his poor little legs. Infantile paralysis when he wasn't a year old. But oh. I’ve so often hoped—wished—that—that—” her voice trailed weakly and she looked questioningly at Marjory's bent head. Page Sixty-two The Xavier Marjory looked up quickly. “What have you wished for?” she asked kindly. “Well, you see. we are Catholics.” She looked again at Marjory. Marjory nodded encouragement. “I am also a Catholic.” Mrs. Roberts’ face lighted up. “Then you will understand,” she began eagerly. I have been very anxious for him to receive his First Communion, but it seems such a poor place for a priest to come. And it seems disrespectful to have the Blessed Sacrament brought into this bare place.” Marjory opened her lips to speak. I am not asking anything, my dear, but if I could only borrow the necessary articles, I would not delay another hour.” She gazed forlornly at the still white face on its pillow; at the blue-veined white hands now strangely quiet. “Excuse me just for a minute. Mrs. Roberts,” said Marjory eagerly. “I will be back immediately. Marjory hurried down the stairs and out to where the machine waited. The chauffeur opened the door and Marjory reached in, extracting the square cardboard box package and the long one containing the candlesticks. These articles were destined for a more holy purpose than originally intended. Marjory turned to the chauffeur: “Please. Mr. Taylor, will you hurry to the Cathedral and ask one of the priests to bring the Blessed Sacrament here? I will wait until you return. It is very urgent.” Marjory’s checks were flushed with excitement as she returned to the sick boy's room and whispered exultantly to Mrs. Roberts: “Have you a small table? The priest will be here in a few minutes.” In a few words Marjory explained that she had been accompanied by her chauffeur and that he had gone to summon the priest. As Marjory arranged the tiny table with the snowy linen and unwrapped the rose candles, she talked softly to the anxiously watching mother: “I'm sure the priest would have been glad to make arrangements to come here if he but understood the circumstances. The dear Sisters, too, would have helped you, if you had gone to them. There is much kindness in this world— coming into contact with need is the magic key that opens the heart to help and comfort.” Marjory paused. That was just it, she thought to herself: contact—relief. What a beautiful sensation suffused her gay young heart! She felt that she was really capable of doing something worth while: that while things were always being done for her. she had now an opportunity of showing God how grateful she was. She had never thought a great deal about reciprocating in her own way for the good things of this world which God had lavished upon her. The thought of how He had loved and served His little ones during His sorrowful reign on this earth made Marjory feel, aye. The Xavier Page Sixty-three know, that He had been watching over this poor little lad and had made her selfish errand a mission of mercy. Little Dan lay on his pillows and an exquisite light suffused his features and played over the little pain-worn face. It was the divine light radiating from within. The good father had come and gone. The pretty rose-colored candles had been blessed and lit. Dan's delight in them was pathetic. The little girl with the shabby plaid dress and the brown braids had crept silently in and knelt in a shadowy corner of the room. I he priest had talked long and earnestly with the patient sufferer and had told him that he would come to see him frequently: that he was going to try to secure for him the comforts he so richly deserved—and some of the pretty things he craved. Flowers and pictures.” murmured Dan happily. Marjory did not arrive home until nearly dinner time. Her mother met her in the hall with an anxious frown upon her aristocratic features. Where in the world have you been, dear? Where is your dress? Is it entirely satisfactory? Do you know you have but a few minutes before— Her voice seemed to trail off indirectly in Marjory's ears. Oh. all right. No, I did not get the new dress. I am going to wear the pink that I thought I did not like. You know. I've never worn it. It will do very well.” She smiled faintly and ran up the stairs. Never again to Marjory would dress and ornaments reign supreme. They were not of such value that she should spend most of her time fretting, planning, and being unduly anxious over them. They were pretty and desirable—but that was all. There was much more in life than these superficial things, and Marjory was thankful that she had been enlightened. She talked over the affair of little Dan with her father the next day. He was a hard-working, successful business man. and his heart was as big as his purse. He was delighted at Marjory’s earnestness and the sweet sympathy that had been aroused in her for those less fortunate than herself. His girl was not going to be a snob, he thought to himself. And what does my little girl plan to do? he asked, and fixed his keen eyes upon her. O. Dad. I thought if I gave up buying so many sweets and so manv extra things, that I could save some of my allowance and get that poor little fellow a few of the things he is eager to have. You know. I can go everywhere and see all that is beautiful, while he must lie there in his bed and see nothing but poverty and bare walls. I want to buy him flowers and picture books and some nice things to eat. I want to help him to get away next summer—per haps to Aunty’s house in the country. I want to—” Page Sixty-four The Xavier Her father reached forth and pulled his daughter close to his chair. His satisfied smile was good to look at. His Marjory was made of the right stuff, he was thinking. That's my girl talking all right.” he exploded. Wants to help with her own money, eh.' Well. I'll tell you, Marjory, I want to help your protege, too. You go right ahead and get him those flowers and books and tid bits and charge them to me. I guess you and I. together, can make life worth living for that chap.” Marjory’s eyes were shining. She knew her Dad would understand. Fact is. Marjory, we folks leave too much of the charity to the clergy and the Sisters to look after. If we did more, we would lighten their burden and do a lot toward making life mean something, spiritually and morally, to those poor people struggling along without a chance. I’ve no patience with shiftless people who don't try to support their families, but for plucky little women struggling single-handed with sckness and poverty. I’m sincerely sorrv and would do anything to help them. I'm glad and happy to know that you, in the midst of fun and happiness, have had an opportunity of studying distress like that first-hand. Also, that you've shown what a big heart’s growing inside there. Society hasn't spoiled my girl, has it? Marjory laughed happily. Thinking of the joy that would light up the pale little face when next she saw it. Marjory, too. was glad and happy. Lola M. Gilmore The Xavier Page Sixty-fivi Her Own Way ■jp= IELLO. everybody; nice cold weather we re having, greeted Mr. Elwood to the other members of the club as he entered. He was a tall man. of m dark complexion, and of a jolly disposition. It being a very stormy and dismal evening, his friends were delighted to see him there. The weather had kept the majority of the members away, and there were only four others, besides himself, that evening. After the greetings had subsided and they were deciding what to do. one of the members suggested that Mr. Elwood tell of one of his adventures in the mountains where he had stayed one winter some years ago. This proposition was accepted by every one. even by Mr. Elwood himself, who was always willing to oblige when it would add to the pleasure or comfort of others. “These days remind me of a winter 1 spent in the Rocky Mountains,’’ began Mr. Elwood. “It was in the eighteenth century. There was a young man and his sister stopping at a hotel with their father. The brother, whose name was John, was tall and of very slight build, and always ready to give in to his sister s every wish. He was very fond of Helen and would not let her out of his sight lest some harm might befall her. “Helen was small and slim and very flighty, the direct opposite of her brother, who was serious. Sometimes she would take no heed of his warning. “Their father was an old, gray-haired man who was staying in the mountains for his health. “One day when it was warmer than usual Helen said. Let us climb that part of the mountain over there.’ “Looking in the direction his sister’s finger pointed. John turned to her and said. 'We couldn't Helen. Don't you remember what happened the other day ?’ ’I don't care what happened the other day. I’m going, and no one can prevent me.’ “John pleaded with her. but all to no avail, for she would not listen to him. John went to his father and asked him what they could do to stop his sister from going. ‘It must be stopped.’ cried out the old man. in terror at the thought. “But all their pleading made Helen more determined to go. John would not allow her to go alone, so he accompanied her. It was very difficult to obtain a guide, as the guides knew it was a dangerous attempt. There was one, however, who consented to go with them, so they packed a few articles and started. “Friends, they never came back.” “Horrible!” cried one of the members. “She ought not to have been so stubborn.” said another. “No, they never came back again,” repeated Mr. Elwood. “They went down the other side.” —M. Alice Brett Page Sixty-six The Xavier Jurania SECOND PRIZE STORY © HERE was grief, stark, staring, wide-eyed grief in the little principality of Jurania. for the heir to the throne, the hope of a kingdom, lay dead by the side of his young mother. Only a week before, the hearts of the faithful subjects had been gladdened by the news that Her Highness Helena of Bravoort, daughter of His Majesty Wilhelm and wife of Charles, Count of Bravoort, had given birth to a son who would one day receive the homage of the people as king of Jurania. And then suddenly, swiftly, but surely. Death had come and at one blow claimed both mother and son as its own. So the people were inconsolable. But there was yet another reason for anxiety: because now in case of the death of their beloved ruler (which thing God forbid!) the universally hated and feared Carl of Stranberg would come to rule over them. And so grief reigned supreme in the little kingdom of Jurania. Oh. Mamma, my baby must live, he must! Tell me he will, dear Mamma, please! wailed the feverish voice for the hundredth time: and for the hundredth time also the soothing voice replied, Of course he will, my darling: of course he will. And now you must compose yourself, for you know that Herr Metz said that unless you are calm and try to rest, you will not get well as you ought. I must leave you for a while now. because Her Highness, the princess, may need me. As you know, her son was born yesterday, too. and she. like my own darling, said the mother, fondly stroking her daughter's hair, is not recovering as she should. Thus spoke Katherine, lady-in-waiting at the palace, and though her tone was cheerful, yet her heart was heavy. Two days later word went forth concerning the death of the infant prince and his mother, and personal troubles were forgotten in the excitement of the common loss. However, trouble may come and trouble may go. even in royal families, but life goes on forever. And so it was that when two weeks later Katherine received a summons from the king, her heart bounded. What now!” she thought as she took her way to the private apartments of his majesty. She had not been herself for several days and was looking very thin and pale. She was admitted without any delay to the room where Wilhelm I sat by an open fire, for the month was October, and already it began to be chilly towards the evening. At her first glance she was shocked by his The Xavier Page Sixty-seven appearance. Sorrow had left its stamp indelibly printed on his face and features. In less than a month he had changed so as to be almost beyond recognition. His voice, when he spoke, was lifeless. Pray, be seated. Madam. I shall not keep you long.” were his first words. When she had complied with his request, he continued: I have decided that your services in the palace will no longer be necessary, since her highness is dead.” Here his voice broke, but restraining himself he continued. “In reward for your very faithful attendance to your duties. I shall give you as your own the house in which you now live and a liberal pension that will enable you to live in comfort and even provide certain luxuries for your daughter and little grandson. It is the least that I can do. and indeed Helena would have wished it. for she loved you dearly.” I here were tears in Katherine’s eyes, bitter, scalding tears as she murmured. Your Majesty is too kind.” He looked at her then, as if seeing her for the first time, and in his turn he was struck by her appearance You arc not well. Katherine.” he said, concern showing in his voice. It is perhaps just as well that you are not to work any more. You have earned a rest. And. by the way. how is the little mother and her son?” Your Majesty is good to inquire. My grandson does well, but my daughter will never leave her bed again. It is but pride and joy in her boy which has kept life in her this long, and she cannot live much longer. Sire.” I am truly sorry. Madam, but such things are by the will of God. and so we must not murmur. You may go now. if you please.” And having again thanked him, she withdrew, feeling a little more free and happier. I shall never marry him. father, never: and you are cruel even to suggest it.” The beautiful young face was flushed, and tears of anger stood in the clear eyes of Hildegarde. only child of the proud house of Karn, the oldest and most dignified in the kingdom of Jurania, as she bravely faced her father in the great hall of the ancestral castle. But, child, listen to me.” said her father, vainly‘striving to keep his temper. ”Carl of Stranberg loves you. and he will one day reign supreme heir of the dead prince. Would it mean nothing to you to wear the crown of a queen?” Nothing, nothing whatever,” she answered passionately, “for I do not love him. I could even. God forgive me for saying it. find it in my heart to hate him.” Page-Sixty-eight The Xavier You do not know what you are saying. Hildegarde. We will defer the conversation until you are more sensible.” There is no need to do that, father, for I shall never change, and I tell you definitely. I will never be Carl's wife.” Perhaps you would deign to confer that honor upon the Herr Charles, if he should ask you. remarked her father, sarcastically. I most assuredly would. answered the girl, and deem it a higher honor, providing I loved him. than to marry his Highness, knowing that I despise him. Well, you will never have the honor.” retorted her father hotly, “for I would rather see you dead than married to that commoner, that idiot, who. because his grandmother has pinched and scraped and saved in order to educate and bring him up in a manner literally fit for a king, thinks that he can dare to address my daughter on equal terms. For such was indeed the case and it had come about in this wise. In the routine of Hildegarde’s daily life a morning ride on horseback was included when the weather permitted. It was during one of these morning excursions that Hildegarde. who wished to be alone, ordered her bodyguard to ride on ahead. They had gone on in this manner for perhaps half a mile, and then her saddle-girth loosened suddenly, and hurriedly dismounting, she was vainly trying to fix it when a young man came riding swiftly towards her from a turn in the road. He reined in beside her and politely offered his assistance, which she gratefully accepted. The matter of the girth was quickly righted, and. having received permission, the gentleman, whose name she afterwards learned was Charles Van Dorn, accompanied her on the rest of her journey. The morning following, the young people met again at the same place, and as no one interfered, the tete-a-tetes had continued for well on to six months. To be sure, the Duke, when he heard of it. had not been exactly pleased, but he had not forbidden it. and so these meetings had come to be one of the bright spots of Hildegarde’s life. But now they were to be ended. For. as punishment for his daughter's obstinacy, as he chose to call it. the father forbade that she even go riding for a while at least, and so the girl’s last hope was gone. Absence strengthens affection, and so it was that Hildegarde learned during those days of loneliness that she really loved Herr Charles, “the grandson of a mere lady-in-waiting, as her father called him. For a second time the little kingdom of Jurania was in confusion. The old king. His Majesty Wilhelm I. was dying, dying without a direct heir, dying of a broken heart which not twenty years had been able to heal. Carl of Stranberg was eagerly awaiting the end. He alone felt no sorrow, no compunction. The Xavier Page Sixty-nine The doctor of the royal household had given his sovereign forty-hours to live at the longest. He had received the last rites of Holy Mother Church, and was calmly preparing for the end when the good Sister who was attending him informed him that Madam Katherine, the former lady-in-waiting, waited with out and earnestly desired to speak to him. “Let her come in, if you please. Sister, said his Majesty. The nun opened the door and Katherine, a much-changed Katherine, advanced timidly to the bedside of her Sire. The King smiled feebly at her. “You seem troubled, Katherine. Can I do aught to help you? To the wretched woman it was the last straw, and casting herself on her knees she poured forth a torrent of words. “Your Majesty, forgive me! I have come to confess a great wrong. I have come to tell you that which should make you hate me, but, oh! do not, Sire, do not!” “I will not hate you and I shall certainly forgive you for whatever you may have done. Proceed, Katherine, said his Majesty. “Sire, you are dying. continued the former lady-in-waiting, “dying without an heir, as you think. But it is not so. The prince lives. He is even at this minute within the palace, your Majesty. she moaned. “What I did was all for love—for love of an only child, my daughter. Her baby—she loved it so, she could not have borne to know that it died—and so I changed the babies, taking the prince from its mother’s side and putting the dead child ot my daughter in its place. I did it secretly in the dead of night, and I have never since in all these years had the courage to confess my crime. But now my soul cries out that I should ease your last hours, and so I have come to you, and may the merciful God forgive my sin!” “The King is dead!” “Long live the King!” Joyfully the cry echoed and re-echoed throughout the happy, yet sad little kingdom of Jurania. And a year later they cried. “Long live the Queen!” in honor of Hildegarde, daughter of the proud house of Karn, which house was not too proud to accept the honor. Catherine T. Kiernan Page Seventy The Xavier POETIC FLIGHTS ALMA MATER S MESSAGE Does the world seem bright and gay? Let my lessons near you stay. And direct the tempting thought. All that glitters is not gold,” Is a saying quaint and old, But with meaning wise it’s fraught. There's a place within my heart Just for you. Do not depart From that love, when danger’s near. Do life's tasks press hard on you? Have friends lessened to a few? I’ll shed with you tear for tear. All my watchful care you share. Take it with you everywhere. Mother love is wide in range, So when sad, or lone, or bright. Let me be your beacon light: Alma Mater will not change. Lola M. Gilmore THE REFLECTION I strolled beside a rippling brook One warm, bright, summer day; It led me through a woodland nook Where fairies often play. 7 he Xavier Page Seventy-one In gazing o’er the glassy stream I saw a picture fair: The sun shone forth with radiant beam And mirrored scenes most rare. The heav’ns were of the brightest blue. The clouds kept rolling by, And pretty flow’rs of ev'ry hue Were outlined in the sky. The daisies and the goldenrod Bent low their pretty heads. While violets hidden ’neath the sod Peeped up from grassy beds. If only I an artist were. I’d paint the picture bright Of the reflection I saw there:— It was a wond'rous sight. Ah me! it is a thought profound That some, with careless nod. When looking at the country round Can say. “There is no God.’’ For who but He, the Pow'r, All Wise, Could make a world like ours. With birds, and bees, and butterflies To beautify its bow’rs? Mary A. Lynch OUR LADY’S ANSWER The peasants came from far and near To visit Bernadette: They longed to know the lady’s name Whom she so often met. They traveled toward the mountain glen Of Lourdes, a place far-famed: And as they near’d the Grotto’s nook. Sweet Bernadette exclaimed— Page Seventy-two The Xavier Here is the spot where she appeared: Let us implore and pray 1 hat this majestic lady, fair. May come again today.” Soon Bernadette on bended knee Was lost in reverent prayer: The Pilgrims knew no earthly thought Within her mind had share. She comes! She smiles!” cried Bernadette. ”My lady, pure and fair!” The child's face lit with holy joy. A heavenly light was there. O Lady of this Grotto fair. How beautiful thou art, With robe of pearl, and mantle blue! Thy name, oh. please, impart.” In raptured awe the peasants knelt. Awaiting the reply. God’s Mother pure.” or “Queen of Heaven,” They thought to hear. “Am I.” But. lo! In voice of sweetest tone Came forth the words:—“Je suis L'lmmaculee Conception.” O sweet humility! Catherine M. Hackett THANKSGIVING We thank Thee. Lord, for sunshine. And thank Thee for the rain: We thank Thee for the blushing fruit, And for the golden grain. We thank Thee for the flowers That bloom with colors bright; And for kind friends,—rich treasures That change the dark to light. The Xavier Page Seventy-three Oh, gratefully, we thank Thee For parents, loved and true: For brothers, and for sisters. And happy home life. too. But fervently we thank Thee For Thy most sacred gift,— Thy Body and Thy Precious Blood. In Holy Eucharist. Ye bells, ring out thanksgiving!— Ye ocean billows, roar!— Proclaim afar our gratitude To God. forever more! Catherine A. McMann MY WANDERINGS Into Fame’s garden I found my way. There to sing and there to play: Then I wandered far and wide,— O'er Pleasure's domains I seemed to glide: Along a still stream where Beauty slept. Past the hermit's cave where Time is kept: Till I ope d the golden gate of Light, Made by moon beams to charm the sight: Then to the pillared palace of Power. The Sun’s bright throne, midst song and flow'r. All these enraptured my heart, my soul! But beauties like these were not my goal! So onward I sped to my journey’s end, In God's sweet embrace all days to spend. Dorothy R. Sherlock THE UNHEEDED INVITATION Our Blessed Saviour sat one day With loved disciples three: Though Head was weary, Feet were sore, His Heart beat tenderly. A comely youth came unto Him, An answer deep he’d know; Though clad in rich and costly cloak. His mind was filled with woe. Page Seventy-four The Xavier The young man softly made a plea. For great had been his strife; What must I do. good Master mine. To gain eternal life?” Then Jesus gently turned His Head, And made him this reply:— If thou My Ten Commandments keep. Thy soul shall never die.” All these have I observed, my Lord, From very early youth.” He gladly gazed on Jesus' Face. For what he said was truth. Go. then, and sell whate'er thou hast, Nor think how great it be; If thou wilt have eternal life. Come, bear the Cross with Me.” The youth in sadness bowed his head, And slowly went his way. Nor cared he more to follow Christ,— Possessions great held sway. The gentle Heart whose love was spurned. Breathed forth in sore distress.— “How hardly may the man who's rich Eternal Life possess!” Sweet Jesus, Master, Lord of All. O grant us eighty-two The courage and the constancy To find our all in You. If Thou, in love, shouldst deign to us Vocation's call, sweet bond. Oh, give with it, we pray Thee, Lord, The grace to correspond. Catherine A. McMann ST. HUBERT'S LAST HUNT Some years ago one Hubert lived, A lover of the chase, Right grand, indeed, and virtuous, In line from kingly race. The Xavier Page Seventy-five One day—the day of Jesus' death— 1 he hunt he followed from the morn: His hounds, the scent of snow-white deer. Pursued with sound of horn. The day had waned, still Hubert on, Alone, o'er marsh and lea: T ill, suddenly, the deer full turned. And faced him pleadingly. Lo! on the forehead of the stag Between the antlers, bright. The figure of the Crucified Appeared, a sadd’ning sight. A voice,—to Hubert, a command,— To leave and follow Him. I hen on his knees, he fell and wept. Begged pardon for his sin. A holy life he after led. In service of the Lord; He earned the title of a saint. And now is close to God. Catherine A. McMahon A PLEADING My Saviour, Thou are all to me. Come dwell in my poor heart. All that I am, I have from Thee. For Thou life's fountain art. Beneath Thy wings of love I hide. And peace comes to my soul. Oh, may I ever live in Thee, For earth is not my goal. Marion F. Gibbons Page Seventy-six The Xavier ST. XAVIER'S In the land of Roger Williams. On a street quite near the town, Stands a handsome, stately building. Our dear school, of great renown. To her ever welcome hall-ways, Glad girls come from far and near: There, they work and play together. In a bond of love sincere. When our high school days are over. And we've left these walls so dear. May we ever add new glory To her name, so proud, so clear! May we ever strive with courage, Ever struggle for the right. To add lustre to the colors Of St. Xavier’s—Blue and White. Helen F. Sadlier 1924 We Seniors, yes, we did our part. We worked with spirit from the start: Whene'er a thing was to be done. Right straight to us they’d always run. We toiled and labored day by day. We surely helped dear S. X. A. We tried things o'er 'til they were right. Nor did we push them out of sight! There's ne'er a one who did pretend— All stuck right to it til the end. Now. as we leave dear S. X. A., We hear the other classes say— We thank the Seniors, everyone— For what they’ve said and what they’ve done.’’ Mary V. Langton I he Xavier Page Seventy-seven A PLEA FOR THE CLASS OF '25 Heaven, make the Juniors keener When they don the robe of Senior; Make them know their francais well. Else in class 'twill surely tell: Make them like unto the stars. Crossing astronomic bars; Make them oft review their grammar, Or in tests they’re sure to stammer; Make them study “espanol” To avoid a heavy toll; Let them often go on hikes. Learning geologic sights: Keep them from all care and fright. And from ponies” that will bite; Fix in mind the obligation. To switch off th' illumination; Teach them as they take our places '24 had many graces: Let them have, oh. day by day. Fonder love for S. X. A. Mary A. Lynch SPRING The blossoms now begin to spread, The buds look like a fairy bed: The lily tall, and pure, and fair. Invites us to the open air. Sweet pansies bloom row after row; They nod to us, and bend quite low; With joyous hearts we wait to hear The lark sing forth, Oh, Spring is here!” Alice T. Harahan A LESSON I know a little story of A wise old mother bird. She tried to teach her little one To build a nest, I heard. Page Seventy-eight The Xavier She kindly taught her what to use, A bit of mud and straw; And prudently she told her not To leave a single flaw. Before the good old mother bird Had fully taught her how. The little one had proudly said: “I know my lesson now.” In spring the little bird began To build a home, a nest; Because she had not listened well. She failed in her first test. These little verses true were named A Lesson”—learn it well. If you would have your deeds far-famed. Let not Pride sound their knell. Corinne L. Thereault GRADUATION At last, our graduation day Stands bright and fair before us; Yet dread of leaving girlhood days Has cast a shadow o’er us. With love, with truth, with honesty, Our characters are gleaming; No more shall they be taught to us, Or am I only dreaming? No. 'tis no dream; but we are sure— There is no more deceiving; Our lessons done, our task now o’er, 'Twill soon be time for leaving. The future looms on every side. Each classmate weaves her story; Each one with hope, and little pride. Has plans for work, and glory. Catherine L. Regan I'h? Xavier Page Seventy-nine S. X. A. Our school we’ll keep in mind. It’s dear to us to-day; There's not another of its kind. Our dear old S. X. A. Four happy years we studied there, 'Twas far too short a time; For there we learned not only prayer. But everything sublime. The dear good nuns were always fond Of helping those in need; Their work extended far beyond The daily life and deed. We know as future years roll by That Twenty-four will say— There's one thing we are proud of, 'tis We went to S. X. A. Clare G. Risk OUR UNIFORMS Believe me. if all those artistic blue gowns. Which we gaze on so fondly today. Were to change by tomorrow we’d hear the sad sounds From the girls as they passed on their way. They will still be admired as a costume of art. Tho’ their trimmings may yellow with age: Ev'ry day they grow dearer and nearer each heart. They will fill many lines on life’s page. It is not while beauty and stvle arc their own. And all their sweet charms still remain. That the ardor and love for these gowns will be shown. Which in mem’ry we’ll always retain. Those frocks we admire, we will never forget. But will prize them forever and aye: “Twenty-four’’ donned them first, and you’ll never regret That the honor was ours. S. X. A. Eileen F. O'Neil Page Eighty The Xavier FORWARD, MARCH! Eighty-two, Eighty-two, Eighty-two Seniors! Step out from S. X. A., 'Tis Graduation Day. Forward, Ye Eighty-two, Show all what you can do. Bring out the best in you. Let the world wonder! Books to the right of you. Books to the left of you. Books piled in front of you, Found no offender. Spanish and French you tried: Latin was not denied: English and Shorthand vied. Did you surrender? Forward, Ye Eighty-two, Nothing should frighten you! Be the world bright or blue. You cannot blunder. Yours to attempt and try. Yours to aim only high. Yours to succeed or die. Make the world wonder! When can your glory fade After the plunge you made, Through trials ample? Copy these, Eighty-two. Freshmen and Soph’mores, do. Juniors, they’ve left for you Noble Example! Lucille C. Duffy THE SONG OF THE TYPE With fingers nimble and quick. And hearts quite light and gay. The students sit in section four, The Type-Room at S. X. A. Click! Click! Click! Each girl her finger lifts. If all goes well and the keys don't stick, We may hear the Song of the Shifts. Click! Click! Click! Now the type just seems to fly. Click! Click! Click! How the slow with the apt do vie! For touch, and quickness, and care. We hear the words. Well done.” Fast over the keys our fingers dare. Now half the vict’ry’s won. Click! Click! Click! How the hands of the clock whirl round! Click! Click! Click! Till the gong strikes the merry sound. Oh. it’s grand a typist to be Happy, and joyous, and gay; And never a laggard among us you see. For we are at S. X. A. Irene D. Smith Page Eighty-two The Xavter “Durate, et Vosmet Rebus Servate Secundis” x N history's folded pages are heroes famed by time. Who stir anon the hearts of men by lives so grand, sublime; But one stands out resplendently, a fearless, Trojan youth. Aeneas, dauntless warrior, brave—his soul so filled with truth, Oh! how we marvel at the strength that wrought each mystic deed. As through great Ilium now, we roam, and Virgil’s pages read That Fortune did not grace, betimes, this val'rous knight of yore Amidst the ocean surges, deep, the billows mighty roar; How cruelly did Juno taunt, pursue with vengeful ire. And hurl upon his guiltless head untold disasters, dire. Her wily Greeks, relentless foes, the Trojan walls now forced; A phalanx mighty, wild with rage, like fiery demon, coursed. Aeneas, lo! behold thy Troy, the soil you loved so well, A lurid mass of leaping flames.—what horror! who can tell? Once peerless mistress of the land. long. Asia's pride and joy, A heap of crumbling ruins, now, the Grecians' sportive toy! Our hero, brave in heart, his comrades, manly strove to cheer: 'Servate vos rebus.' see! in the distance, sands appear. Recall thy pristine glory with thy grandeur and thy name. And. too, thy gorgeous palace gay. a pageantry of fame.” Then, sadly turned Aeneas from his loved, his native land. Adrift upon the hungry waves, to seek a foreign strand. In gloom, his heart was shrouded, no hope, no gleam of light— But an heroic soul was his: he cowered not from the sight. He braved the angry billows, and upon their swelling tossed, Spake: “ Revocate animos,’ my friends, we are not lost.” This stalwart leader hoisted high their standard, full in view, Inspiring hope and vigor in his loyal. Trojan crew. From Neptune’s realm, a mountain peak, a glimpse of Carthage fair, Was hailed with acclamation, loud, a harbor safe was there. But. here, Sidonian Dido, proud, entreats Aeneas’ tale. “I'll tell thee, true, 'quamquam animus horret’.” And yet, his sail Storm-tossed, and shattered by the waves, from rocky Scylla borne. Awaits Aurora's gleaming train to herald in the morn. O Trojan Seer! of wondrous power, your words with wisdom teem And spur us on ad optima,” our aim, our end supreme. Thus, in life’s threatening tempests, wild, when billows stronger swell, ’ Durate!” skies will soon be clear, the clouds no fears foretell. ‘ Servate vos” the morrow's dawn with Phoebus’ beauteous rays Will bring a calm, the harbinger of peace and halcyon days. In sunshine and in sorrow, we have trod rough seas with you, Imbibing draughts of knowledge deep, “mirabile dictu.” Aeneas, we will cherish all thy lessons, rich with lore— You have been a revelation to the class of ’24. Mary M. Waterman The Xavier Page Eighty-three seri Homique Shakespeare as We Apply Him “The observed of all observers”.................................. Seniors “Hamlet” “See high order on this great solemnity At Lunch Period “Hamlet “The time is out of joint”...... Clock in Room 1 “Hamlet” “I prithee now, lead the way without any more talking” Dismissal “Twelfth Night” “I would we were all of one mind and one mind good Class Meetings “Cymbeline” “What is the end of study? Let me know” Question of '24 Love's Labour Lost” “Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look” Failure in Latin Love’s Labour Lost” “Oh. I have suffered with those I saw suffer'' Those Who Come Without Cuffs “The Tempest” Page Eighty-four The Xavier 'Muster your wits! Stand in your own defence' Oral 1 hemes Love's Labour Lost'' We must obey the time’’ Resolution of 1 hose Who Come Late Othello I do spy a kind of hope Being Prompted Unexpectedly Romeo and Juliet The strong necessity of time commands our services awhile The Year-Book Antony and Cleopatra” Can you read anything you see?” Question of Spanish I eacher Romeo and Juliet Good reasons must of force give place to better Excuses for Being Late Julius Caesar “ Lis not sleepy business' Study Period Cymbeline None are so surely caught Talking at Drawing Period Love's Labour Lost I will a round unvarnished tale deliver Brave Beginning of I ranslation Othello” What hour now? . .... Awaiting Dismissal Hamlet” Speak. Speak, I charge thee speak” Translation Hamlet” Neither a borrower nor a lender be French Sentences Hamlet” Some are born great The Seniors Twelfth Night What we have we prize, not to the worth, while we enjoy them . Our Juniors Much Ado About Nothing Be cheerful and think of each thing well The Sophomores The Tempest” Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you” The Freshmen Merchant of Venice” Thy charge exactly is performed, but there's more work Home Work The Tempest One woe doth tread upon another s heel Suggestions at Class Meetings Hamlet” Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind Home-Work Assignments Hamlet Sweets to the sweet Holidays Hamlet” O yet defend me. my friends. I am but hurt Report Day Hamlet The Xavier Page Eighty-five 1 must be cruel only to be kind’’.......................Our Teachers “Hamlet” O woe is me, to have seen what I have seen, see what I see' Reports “Hamlet” “Armed at all points”................................For Examinations “Hamlet” The glass of fashion and the mould of form”.......Girls in Uniforms “Hamlet” “Brevity is the soul of wit”...................................Themes “Hamlet” “Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!”......Unprepared English Lesson “Hamlet” “This is the very coinage of your brain”..........Shorthand Transcription “Hamlet “They stand and would have parley”......................... Between Periods Julius Caesar” I hold my duty as I hold my soul” .............Resolutions after Retreat “Hamlet” “Is this a dagger that I see before me?”..................... Final Exams. “Macbeth” “I have that within which passeth show. these but the trappings and the suits of woe”.. Tears at Parting “Hamlet” “Graces will appear” .........................................After Retreat “Much Ado About Nothing” “Honor is the subject of my story”...................The Weekly Instruction Julius Caesar” “Forty thousand brothers could not with all their quantity of love, make up my sum”............................ ’24 for S. X. A. “Hamlet” The end crowns all”..............................................Graduation King Henry VIII” Margaret G. Butler Margaret C. Smith Page Eighty-six The Xavier Heard in Class Teacher, dictating a letter to the class: Dear Sir: Your letter of the 24th. informing us—“Where's Catherine Regan?” Heard in French Class: The man gave his daughter in marriage for the second time, and I attended the “wake.” Teacher: “Give synopsis of ‘As You Like It,’ 'Quentin Durward,’ and The Oregon Trail’.” Bright Pupil: Rosalind married Quentin Durward. and they went on the Oregon Trail.” English Teacher: “Girls, look up at me while I’m talking, or you won't get a good description of George Washington.” Teacher: There’s no more life in this class than there is—” Bright Pupil: In a cemetery.” Teacher: What is the last letter in the Greek alphabet?” Helen: “There isn’t any.” Teacher (very excited) : “Girls, absent and present, stand.” Pupil: “Please may I borrow your radius. Sister?” Pupil: “Milton wrote Gray’s Elegy.” Teacher: “What is the Electoral College?” Pupil: “Where the President goes to school.” ADVERTISEMENTS Lost—By Eleanor O'Neil. Front seat in Spanish Class. Wanted—Pupils as intellectual and as learned as the SENIORS of ’24. For Sale—A few ponies. Come and see them at our stables. Will Exchange—Half-worn out Geology book for “A” in Spanish. Will Exchange—L. C. Smith Typewriter for one that “goes.” IN THE LABORATORY How we do wrestle With mortar and pestle. With test tube and flask. Trying to remove the molecular mass Left by the scientists (?) of Tuesday’s class! Who is the noisiest girl in the typewriting room? Elsie Smith. (L. C. Smith Typewriter.) We wonder: What hairdresser waved the American flag. Who shampooed the Turk’s Head. The Xavier Page Eighty-seven When Providence lacked hotels, who Biltmore. If Romeo paid for what Juliet (ate). Girls, when you are cold, go down Weybosset Street and see how Sum-merfields. “How many days has a year:”' “325,” answered little Tommy. “325?” repeated the teacher sharply. “Yes, teacher; I thought 40 days were Lent.” A Junior had great difficulty in finishing up some poetry one day. She was a line short. To whom do you think she went for help? To Adeline, of course. Why is going up to the fourth floor for Chemistry like music f Every little while there's a rest. (And. oh. aren't we glad when we come to a whole rest!) At a recent wedding, the groom was Mr. John Lord and the bride Miss Jane Helper. The bridegroom, however, was very angry when he saw in the paper an account of their wedding headed in the usual way—LORD-HELPER.— Exchange. Pupil (translating) : “Je me meure —“I die myself.” Freshmen: Ye who do not think and who know that ye do not think. Sophomores; Ye who do not think and who think that ye think. Juniors: Ye who think and who think that ye do not think. Seniors: Ye who think and do not think that ye think. Doctor: “Do you always stutter, my boy?” Boy: “N-No s-sir. o-only w'when I-I-I talk. —Exchange. No. Henry, the war tax does not require you to stamp your feet. Why does such stillness reign in Saint Xavier’s? Because it is a nun-inhabited place. A Plate of Toasts To S. X. A.: We’ve known many schools. Attended a few, Loved but one. So here’s to you—S. X. A. To our Teachers: Here’s to our teachers. Loving and kind; They will live in our hearts. Though we leave them behind. Page Eighty-eight The Xavier To our Class President: Here's to our Class President. May she be as loved, honored, and appreciated by the world As she has been by her class. To our Vice-President: The enumeration of her good qualities would fill a volume. To our Secretary: May her minutes'' bring her golden hours of memory. To our Treasurer: May she always take interest in her principle —receiving her just dues from the world as she has from her class. To our Succeeding Class: May all their undertakings be as successful, as skillful, and as sensible as ours have been. Come, classmates, swell the farewell song To the class of twenty-five; Best wishes to that happy throng. As for success they strive. To the Sophomores: Here's to the Sophomores, brave and bold, With minds and hearts as pure as gold: If they copy the class of twenty-four. They will be praised forevermore. To the Freshmen: Here's to the Seniors in three years to come; Just think, little Freshies. our great work is done: Here's to those who. though not so fair as the fairest of the fair, fared just as fairly as the fair fared. Here's to the table that holds the cookies. We bequeath it now to the Junior Rookies. Here’s to our banisters, skillfully wrought: When we leave them behind, we'll miss their support. To the girls of room two we give a good boon— Know how many windows there are in your room. Page Eighty-nine The Xavier We love all our classrooms. No matter how small. But the place we love best Is our dear luncheon hall. To all our followers: Oh, emulate our noble example. And on the lawn, please do not trample! Antoinette were More out instead of Morin. Catherine were Chop it instead of Hackett. Margaret were Maid instead of Butler. Madeline were Grant instead of Sheridan. Margaret were Carpenter instead of Smith. Eileen were O'Stand instead of O’Neil. Eleanor were High instead of Lowe. Alice were Sad instead of Blythe. Helen were Rocky instead of Shelly. Margaret were Forest instead of Woods. Annette were Woods instead of Forest. Evelyn were Automobile instead of Carr. Helen were Happier instead of Sadlier. Mary were l ints instead of Hughes (hues) Mary were Shoot instead of Lynch. Helen were Darling instead of Deery. Lola were Pintless instead of Gilmore. Mary were Sunk instead of Boyd (buoyed). Bertha were Mason instead of Casey (K. C.) Alice were Comb instead of Brett (barette). Mary were Curve out instead of Curvin. Mary were Quart instead of Gill. —Mary M. Lynch —Frances M. Wolslegel Page Ninety The Xavier O green little Freshmen, With ties of black, You all will be wiser When you come back. O wise, haughty Sophomores, With cravats of gray; You will all know more As you longer stay. O jolly, stately Juniors, Take off your ties of blue; Your wisdom is broadcast And the red” we leave to you!! —M. G. Butler The Xavier Page Ninety-one Tolle et Lege! Tolle et Lege! (A Catholic Magazine Discussion) Scene—Family gathered around library table. Time—Catholic Press Week, 1924. Characters—Father. Mother, Five Children. Father (reading The Providence Visitor )—So this is Catholic Press Week! Mother—Just what does Catholic Press-Week mean, Father? Father—Why. a short time ago, when the conference of Bishops was held at Washington, great stress was laid on the potent influence of the Press, and it was decided to set aside one week each year for the propagation of Catholic Magazines. They have chosen this coming week for the year 1924. Mother—Then let us try to observe this week in some special manner, Father! Father—Yes. indeed. And although we already have some excellent magazines in our home. I think that this week would be an ideal time to place more of them on our library table. There are many that are equally instructive and entertaining, and as we turn their pages, pictures, poems, and stories awaken new trains of thought and enliven our interest in our holy Faith. Those that appeal to every member of the family are what I deem the best. Is there any particular one that you would care to have. Mother? Mother—I would like to have The Magnificat again. My subscription expired some time ago and I have missed my little paper each month. You know it is published by the Sisters of Mercy of the Convent in the beautiful New Hampshire hills where I was educated, and. therefore, it is doubly attractive to me. Although it is principally a short-story magazine. it contains also many excellent essays and literary criticisms, all of which are interwoven with sublime religious sentiments. It will reach your greatest expectations of a distinctive and ideal periodical, and you will look for it each month as anxiously as I shall. Margaret—Oh. yes. Mother. 1 always enjoyed The Magnificat!” Father—Then Mother shall have The Magnificat.” I know that such a publication coming into our home will foster a literary appreciation and will enrich our lives in every way. Billy (a student at Providence College)—Dad, to me the Catholic World” is the one magazine up to the minute on current topics. You always know just what attitude the Church has towards perplexing, present-day problems. Then, too, the great Catholic poets and prose writers are discussed, and there are essays and treatises by some of America’s most distinguished writers. Why. Dad, you will fairly devour its articles on science, and Mother will be captivated by its stories and its poetry. Alice—By whom is the Catholic World” published, Billy? Page Ninety-two The Xavier Billy—By the Paulist Press. Father Gillis, the widely-known writer and lecturer, is the editor. I have often read the Catholic World at the college. We have frequent discussions in class about its various articles. It will help me immensely in my studies if I have a copy of my own each month. Mother—Well. Father, since such great information and benefit will be derived from the Catholic World.” it certainly ought to have an honored place among our periodicals. Pother—The “Catholic World” has my hearty approval. A short time ago I was privileged to hear Father Gillis lecture, and I was fascinated both by his wonderful personality and his great genius. In these days, when the spirituality of those around us is being shattered, our own faith should burn more brightly, and a magazine like the Catholic World” will enkindle its flame and prepare us to refute the assaults of our enemies. It will be. indeed, a valuable addition to our literature. Alice—But. Father, the Catholic World is only a monthly publication, while America comes every week: and it is published by the Jesuits! It discusses domestic and foreign current events clearly and concisely. Wide knowledge, shrewd judgment, and keen wit characterize its articles. Its literature is of a very high order, and I'll warrant that you will find its editorials the most absorbing you ever read. America” is without an equal in the field of the Catholic weekly magazine. Margaret (student at S. X. A.)—“America is certainly a fine publication. It is always on the library table in school, and I enjoy, especially, its book reviews. Father—Well. well, what convincing book-agents you would make! I verily believe that hereafter I will be obliged to read America.” if I wish to consider myself an educated Catholic American. I am very much pleased to see your deep interest and appreciation of good reading. Dorothy—Are there any stories in America.” Margaret? Billy (aside to Margaret)—O Margaret, how I wish I could have The Rosary magazine! Will you ask for it for me? Margaret—But you have already had your choice. Billy, and I— Billy—Oh. be a sport. Margaret, and just do this one favor for your brother. Margaret (to Dorothy)— America” hasn’t any stories. Dorothy, but you will find many things to interest you in The Rosary magazine. Do you remember the Dominican priest whom we met the day we went with Billy to visit the College? He is one of the editors of The Rosary.” Why, the very name is appealing and seems to speak of the beauty and value of this publication. Billy (whispering to Margaret)—Thanks, little Sister. Mother— The Rosary is a delightful little magazine, and I have often intended to subscribe for it. The Xavier Page Ninety-three Billy—O Father, this magazine will surely win your approval, for the Dominicans, following closely in the footsteps of their scholarly founder, have succeeded in producing one of the best magazines of the day. Father—Being one of their former pupils, I have the greatest esteem for the Dominicans: and The Rosary” will find in me one of its most loyal supporters. Alice—The Literary Digest” is a splendid magazine, Father. Father—Yes, Alice, it certainly is. But today we shall discuss our Catholic papers. Joseph—I have just been listening to all your praises of your magazines, and I’m glad that you have left for my choice the nicest little paper of all. “H he Sign.” a missionary publication. I’ve read it ever so many times over at Bob’s house. My. how I liked the chatty letters of the Passionist priests in China! There’s more heroism and stirring adventures in the lives of the priests on those lonely missions than in any other book I've ever read. Dorothy—Does it have any other interests besides the mission news? Joseph—Oh. it also contains many essays and stories, and I'm sure. Dorothy, that you would like the children’s department, in which there are letters written between boys and girls all over the country, letters just brimming with fun and life! Billy—I certainly would enjoy The Sign,” for I would like to learn more about the missions. Father—My boy. there is not a worthier or nobler work on earth than the Missions. I am very glad to see you so much interested in the labors of the priests for the little ones who have not had your blessings and advantages. and who are just receiving the light of Faith. As an incentive to your zeal, and to promote the good work, “The Sign” will occupy a prominent place among our papers. Margaret—I hope. Joseph, that your charitable interests in China will prompt you and the other boys to be kinder to poor Ming Choo. whom you so mercilessly tease as you pass his little corner-shop. Mother—I think that “The Sign” will have a good effect on Joseph and on all of us. What magazine would you like. Dorothy? Dorothy—“The Ave Maria,” Mother. I just love its stories. Sister reads them to us in school. Then it has. too. many curious facts about all sorts of subjects. Margaret would like those for her scrap-book. Margaret—O Dorothy, how did you know that I have just been longing for some new items for my scrap-book? Billy—I know “The Ave Maria well. Combined with its current events are essays and poems by such celebrities as Denis A. McCarthy, Maurice F. Egan, James Walsh, Ph.D., Seumas McManus, and John Asycough. and every article displays careful research. Mother—Many years ago. “The Ave Maria” came to my home: and. even as Page Ninety-four The Xavier a child. 1 was always very eager to read it. What sweet memories it brings to me. and how 1 would like to enjoy its companionship once more! The Ave Maria'' has always ranked very high among Catholic magazines. Father—Indeed, The Ave Maria” will receive our loyal support. Its presence will surely bring Our Lady’s blessing on our home. You have chosen well, Dorothy! Mother—And what paper will you have. Daddy? Father—Each of the magazines you have so well advocated is splendid, but the crown of all is our own diocesan weekly paper, “The Providence Visitor. Without it. our home literature would be sadly incomplete. Already we are well acquainted with its familiar pages, and I may safely say that I have never found elsewhere a better variety of articles on literature, history, art. poetry, and local interests. Then. too. through its foreign correspondents. the Catholic news from every corner of the world is recorded in its pages. Doesn't the Visitor” appeal to you. Mother? Mother—Yes, indeed. I particularly enjoy its literature and home news. Billy—Its current events and essays for me, Dad! Margaret—What clever editorials and splendid book reviews it has! Dorothy—The nicest part is the children's page. Daddy! Joseph—I like its mission notes best! Alice—I revel in roaming through the different countries and witnessing the great functions the Visitor” pictures every week! Father—Well, well! For myself, every page is of the deepest interest, because I can rely on the authenticity of its articles, free from alteration or prejudice. Hear what our own Right Reverend Bishop Hickey has to say: (Reads) The Visitor' has no superior in appearance or in contents. Let it come into your home. Welcome it as an honored and interesting guest. Let it lie on your table where it will continually cry out to the young and old in the family in the words which Saint Augustine heard of old: Tolle et lege! Take me up and read'!” So I shall obey our Bishop. Joseph—And may we each have our choice. Daddy? I have enough money now for a subscription to The Sign.” Mother—We shall all study how we may curtail, in order to secure our magazines, won’t we. children? All—Oh. yes. Mother. Billy—Let's talk it over now. Dad. Father—I knew you would all gladly co-operate with me in making whatever sacrifices might be necessary. Happy shall we be in complying with the Holy Father’s desire of propagating the Catholic Press. The benefits from our reading will enrich our lives one-hundred fold, for we shall possess the treasure of sound Catholic thought. Mary M. Waterman The Xavier Page Ninety-five These columns will convince our readers that we believe All work and nc play makes Jack a dull boy.” Our lectures and entertainments of the past year are now real treasure-vaults, memories from which, in future years, we may draw much pleasure and much profit. Hallowe'en Party Our Hallowe'en Party was held Friday evening. October 26. The hall, suitably decorated with corn stalks, pumpkins, black cats. etc., presented a very spooky appearance. An appropriate program was given, the principal features being. Scenes from Macbeth. and the play. Overtones. All the girls masqueraded, some prettily: others, ridiculously. Lola Gilmore and Helen O’Connor captured the prizes as the Gold Dust I wins. Is there any girl in the class who did not enjoy the Hallowe'en Party? Reverend Father McCarthy's Lecture on Saint Thomas Aquinas Saint Thomas Aquinas was the subject of Reverend Father McCarthy's lecture on November 2. The Reverend speaker presented the great Saint Thomas to us as the Lover of the Blessed Sacrament, the Lover whose heart burst forth in the exquisite poems. O Salutaris. Tantum Ergo, and others Our Annual Sale All through November, our minds were busy thinking of the responsibility that was ours regarding the Sale. What a scene of merriment our hall presented on November 24 when all the classes gathered together for the Sale! First prize was awarded to the Fancy Work table under Catherine McMahon. Page Xinety-six The Xavier Education Week When the President issued his proclamation tor the observance of Education Week, Saint Xavier's responded by a very appropriate program, consisting of essays, a debate, and an allegory. In their essays the girls showed the necessity and advantage of Catholic Education. The debate. The Occupation of the Ruhr,” was remarkably well done; so well, in fact, tnat the girls were requested to repeat it twice, once for the Sisters at Saint Xavier’s, and again tor the students at Bayview. The Allegory, “The Triumph of the Church. was most appropriate for the occasion. It represented Hoiy Mother Church receiv ing allegiance from Nature and all her Attendants. This. too. was requested for repetition, because of its splendid presentation. Christmas Program Our Christmas program was very enjoyable. The room was resplendent with Christmas decorations, and the tree in the center of the room, glistening with tinsel and ornaments, presented a typical Christmas Eve. Mary Hughes was our Santa Claus, and although there were no sleighs nor reindeer, the Christmas spirit prevailed. The entertainment program consisted of recitations, vocal and piano selections by the members of the Class. Reverend Father Donovan's Lecture One of the most inspiring lectures of the year was given by Reverend Vincent Donovan. O. P., on The Future of American Music. Reverend Father Donovan stressed the evil effects of the so-called jazz music, by contrasting it with real classic music. He inspired all who heard him with a love and appreciation for the good, the true, the beautiful” in life. Lincoln’s Day A spirit of patriotism was manifested throughout the school on February 12. the birthday of our Martyr President. Suitable exercises were held in each classroom. Washington’s Birthday “We cannot choose” but use superlatives here, for the Class never did better than when presenting “The Continental Congress.” With such speakers as we heard that day. America need not fear for the leadership of her women! Reverend Father Gillis Lectures How privileged and how important we felt on March 14 when Reverend James Gillis. C. S. P.. Editor of The Catholic World” (the best Catholic The Xavier Page Ninety-seven Magazine of the country), was announced at Saint Xavier's. The Reverend Lecturer chose Reading for his subject. So graphically did he expose the seductive book, and so charmingly did he present the beneficial one. that all were forced to resolve to shun the one and to secure the other. Saint Patrick's Day After Reverend Father Gillis' instructive and enlightening lecture, the Seniors entertained the classes by Irish folk dances, songs, and recitations, all of which seemed to echo, Ireland, from my heart of hearts, I bid you the top of the morning.” Reverend Father Forest Lectures on Lourdes The talk on Bernadette of Lourdes by Reverend Father Forest was very appealing and beautiful. We surely have a more intimate knowledge of our Blessed Mother and her sweet little client. Bernadette. Knowledge fosters love. Let us hope the desire of the Reverend Speaker will be realized in every heart— a truer, more tender devotion to our Blessed Mother. Miss Bangs on the Short-Story Helpful, entertaining, instructive, so the girls pronounced Miss Bangs' talk on the Short-Story. Her illustrations of the subject were most happily chosen. The Tramp (author unknown) is a particularly beautiful short-story, and one that confirms all the requirements laid down for a perfect type. AN INSPIRATION The Lenten season has arrived, All pleasures are forsaken now; We turn our minds from earthly cares, To holy precepts sweetly bow. Our purest acts of self-restraint Are all for love of our dear Lord, In penance for the wrongs by which We pierced His loving Heart with sword. For forty days and forty nights, We'll strive to lead a life of pray’r. What holy joy will then be ours. When Eastern Morn dawns bright and fair? Dorothea O. Burke Page Ninety-eight The Xavier Alumnae Notes Jolly was the speaker. Her subject was the Monument to the Nuns at Wash ington. So beautiful and appealing was her presentation of the subject, that it is safe to say large numbers will make an effort to be present in Washington next September 24 for the dedication of the Monument. We were honored by the presence of our Right Reverend Bishop on that evening. He supplemented Mrs. Jolly’s talk by words of appreciation of the speaker and of the services of the Nuns on the battlefield. At the close of the meeting the treasurer. Miss Mary Grimes, presented the Right Reverend Bishop with a check for $100.00 from the Alumnae for the Diocesan Drive Fund. The Camenae Circle entertained the Alumnae at the March meeting. Among the vocal selections rendered, the special feature was the Ecce Sacerdos Magnus, just published by a Sister of Mercy, and dedicated to our Right Reverend Bishop. Last September, the Catholic Women’s Club of Providence offered a scholarship to Saint Xavier's. Many grammar school graduates competed by examination, and the victor was Miss Ellen G. Marley of Tyler school. The I. F. C. A. essay contest on “The Good and the Bad in Modern Dress was held in October. The two best State papers were those of Mary Waterman and Christine Parker. These were sent to the I. F. C. A. Board, and lo! in the March Bulletin the announcement comes that Miss Mary Waterman receives honorable mention for excellence—Rhode Island ranking second among all the States: Virginia, in the person of Miss Catherine Cappidan. being first. Congratulations: To Miss Anna Teubert of ’23 and Miss Catherine McCann of ’22. who have returned to their Alma Mater. To Miss Mary Egan of ’23 upon winning The Trinity College Scholarship last June. © HE Alumnae held its usual quarterly meetings during the year with unusually great success. Musically and intellectually, the association enjoyed rare evenings. At the December meeting. Mrs. Ellen Ryan The Xavier rays Ninety-nine To our girls who are being graduated from R. I. C. E., and from other schools and colleges. To all who are about to embark on the Sea of Matrimony. To Miss Mary L. O'Donnell and Miss Gertrude Riley of '23 on their being elected President and Vice-President, respectively, of their class at R. I. C. E. The Class of '24 offers sympathy: To our Alumnae members whose homes have been visited by the Angel of Death during the past year. Through these columns we wish to thank the Alumnae Members who. by their loyal support, helped us to make our Annual Sale a success. We are waiting anxiously for the May Reunion, when we shall be admitted to the Alumnae. A Tribute to Our Parents We feel that our year-book would be quite unfinished did it not contain an expression of our gratitude and appreciation to those who have done most for us, who are happiest in our happiness, and whom we love above all others— our dear Parents. They have made sacrifices for us that we know we do not fully realize. But as years descend upon us. as we face the stern realities of life and find ourselves fortified for every difficulty by our Catholic Education, we shall try to repay their generous, self-sacrificing devotion by lavishing upon them, in return, our love, our gratitude, our service, our lives. We are determined to prove to our dear Fathers and Mothers that their sacrifices for us have not been in vain. —Dorothy M. Lenahan Page One Hundred The Xavier The 'Literary Club Meets at Sir Joshua's London, 1764. My dear Goldsmith, Where were you from The Club last evening.'1 We have never had a more successful meeting—only one thing to mar it. your absence. Every one regretted that you were not there: but I did more. I promised to send you an account of the evening. Sir Joshua is an ideal host. He made every one feel perfectly at home. He is very humble, too. We had to insist on seeing all his portraits. Then you should have heard him talk on Art. as he showed us each picture! He has just finished JOHNSON. Oh, I wish you could have seen Bozzy stare at it! Garrick said it would be a more complete picture were Bozzy sketched in the shadowy background. It is, indeed, a perfect portrait of our great lexicographer. Reynolds has brought out every line of feature that marks the strength and nobility of our Leader. I hope he will be as successful with your portrait. It is nearly finished. The next time we meet, you shall hear yourself discussed. Of course we admired The Infant Hercules. Mrs. Siddons.” and the other beautiful paintings, but Johnson eclipsed them all—at least for us. After seeing all the beauties of Reynolds' Louvre, we proceeded to the business of the evening. Burke gave us his views of the India Question and, in part, how he intends to speak at the trial of Warren Hastings. Be sure to be at the court on that day. for you will hear something worth while. He also discussed his paper, On Conciliation with the Colonies. He and Johnson disagreed, hotly, on this subject. Gibbon has just finished his history. The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. He read the few pages we had not yet heard. Verdict? I he most perfect history yet written. —Great praise, that! Garrick recited your Retaliation.” and he really enjoyed it himself as much as we did. You surely got square with him by that poem. Jones introduced the subject of Evelina. Of course all had read the book, but all could not agree as to the author. Burke said it sounded like a posthumous work of Fielding's: Beauclerc declared it to be more like Richardson: Langton ventured to think it the work of a woman. But our Dictator seemed noncommittal. Somehow, we think he knows the truth of the matter. Of course “Bozzy expressed no opinion. He just sat at Johnson's feet, notebook and pencil in hand. Some day. I think, he will give the world a fine picture of our Great Kham of Literature. The story of “Evelina” led us into the field of literature, and Johnson held us spellbound until two A. M. Then Burke announced that he must break up the meeting if he would sit in The Xavier Page One Hundred One Parliament that day. Wc agreed to adjourn, and our Polyphemus of Literature’’ brought the meeting to a close with a prayer. But he did not reveal the author of “Evelina!” Don’t be absent from the next meeting, my dear Oliver. Your portrait will be on exhibition, and we must have you there to prove that Reynolds is a perfect artist. Yours, as ever, R. B. Sheridan (Margaret I. Woods) Our Debt to Books If the crown of all the kingdoms of the Empire were laid at my feet in exchange for my books and my love of reading. I would spurn them all.”— Fenelon. We are debtors to many persons and to many influences, but to no other person or influence do we owe a greater debt than to our reading—to books. Books carry us into foreign climes by land or by sea. Snuggled cosily in the favorite armchair of our own library, we may visit almost any spot of the universe. With Cardinal Wiseman, in Fabiola, we enjoy the splendors of ancient Rome; with Washington Irving, in “The Alhambra, we roam through the architectural beauty of Spain: with Lew Wallace, in “Ben Hur,” we travel the quaint streets of Judea, streets made sacred by the foot prints of our divine Lord; and so we might continue to name the interesting places visited through our reading. A second result of good reading is the opportunity it affords for developing character. We view both types, the noble and the ignoble, in heroes and villains. Naturally, we are attracted to the one. and repelled by the other. Then we study to discover what makes the first admirable, and the second despicable, that we may imitate the one and avoid the other. Another important effect of reading is the appreciation it gives for the beauties of nature. Sunsets, wild flowers, sparkling brooks, twittering birds, and hosts of other apparently familiar objects become for us marvels of delight when seen through the poet’s vision. These few remarks on our debt to reading are but as a grain of sand on the sea shore: they arc. however, enough to persuade us that good reading is a strong influence in our daily lives. Mary A. Sullivan Page One Hundred Tu)o The Xavier On April 10 we observed the fifth anniver-Our Right Reverend Bishop's sary of our Right Reverend Bishop’s Consecra-Fifth Anniversary tion. We rejoice with him in the great things he has accomplished in the diocese during so short a time, especially in the work of Catholic Education, and we take this occasion of assuring our Beloved Bishop that his future holy labors will ever hold first place among our intentions in prayer. M. C. S. We are just counting the days until May 19. for on that Our Retreat day Reverend Father Gillis. Editor of “The Catholic World,’’ is to open our Retreat. We heard Father Gillis a few weeks ago on Reading, so we know what rare things are awaiting us. C. T. K. We expect to dedicate our tree this year to the late Maurice Arbor Day Francis Egan, a Catholic American of whom both Church and Country may proudly boast. C. A. McM. We extend our sincere felicitations to the Faculty, the Golden Jubilee Alumnae, and the Student Body of our Sister Academy, Congratulations Saint Mary’s. Bayview, on the occasion of its Golden Jubilee. to Bayview Our prayer and hope shall be that the great things accomplished. and the reputation established during the past half-century may be but a prelude to the glory that awaits Bayview in future years. C. E. P. The Xavier Page One Hundred Three In the death of Maurice Francis Egan, America mourns Maurice Francis the loss of one of the most prominent Catholics of the period. Egan As a journalist. Mr. Egan won the admiration of acknowl- edged critics. His success at Notre Dame University secured for him a professorship at the Catholic University. Though he was without any former experience as a diplomat. Mr. Egan was remarkably successful in his career as United States Minister to Denmark, a post which he held at the crucial time of the World War. By his literary genius, Mr. Egan has earned a place beside the leading men of the century. His death withdraws from the Catholic Church a worthy Christian, a brilliant scholar, and a true statesman, one whose name will be ever cherished and revered. R. E. B. On March fifth, the Senior Class visited the State House The Visit to the as the special guests of Mrs. Ahearn O'Neil. The girls State House attended the meeting of the General Assembly called to elect new officers to the several departments of the State govern ment. The lieutenant-governor, Felix A. Toupin. presided. M. M. L. Of the many Presidents who have come and gone, we Woodrow Wilson can find but few who have so endeared themselves to the people of our country, or who have proved themselves so worthy of the exalted position of ruler of this grand Republic, as the late Woodrow Wilson. Although his term of office expired four years ago, his great movements during that time still awaken a thrill of hero-worship in the heart of every true American. In a discussion on Wilson, Kyron Zohel says of him. His misfortune was not that he died too soon, but that, like Roosevelt, he lived too long.-' Had he gone from this world with the first flush of high ideals upon him at the opening of the Peace Conference, he would stand already in the niche of the immortals beside Washington and Lincoln. E. A. O'N. Sunshine and shadows, tears and smiles, joy and sor-The President's row! Thus goes life: the life which is waiting for each and Message every one of us when we go forth from this—our “hortus inclusus. For four years we have been happy together: for four years we have been carefully guided along the right way. All those principles which tend to make a truly noble woman have been instilled into us. We have lived in an atmosphere of peace and contentment, which could not but leave its impress upon us. And now our four years are drawing rapidly to a close, for it is written that ‘‘the fairest things have fleetest end.” But for us it is not the end: rather, it is the beginning. It is true that during four years of the plastic period of our lives we have seen and heard, and tried to practice good. If, “as the twig is bent the tree’s inclined.” then our inclinations must Page One Hundred Four The Xavier ever be the best, the highest, the noblest: and it is fitting the should be so after the care lavished on us by Alma Mater. Let us ever be loyal to Alma Mater. Let us always be faithful to her ideals. Let us never for an instant waver in our allegiance to the cause of right-doing. And may the life of each and every one of us be but a continuance of the blessed years spent under the sheltering mantle of S. X. A.l C. T. K. In letters of gold, on the heart of every girl of '24. is Our Class Motto engraved the motto. Non Ipsi Nos, sed Dominus.” Its lesson has been taking form in our lives since our first day at Saint Xavier's. As our Class-Poet has developed in her very telling lines. Non Ipsi Nos. sed Dominus. ' will lead us to God. though, perhaps, by divers roads. When the path is steep and rocky. Non Ipsi Nos. sed Dominus will encourage and comfort us: when we find ourselves soaring into realms of success. it will remind us gently that life and talents and wealth and fame are but given to men in trust. that they are merely the God-given treasures by which we shall one day reach Heaven, where we shall realize the full meaning of Non Ipsi Nos. sed Dominus! M. M. VV. Commencement Day! How strange a thing that the Commencement Day last day of our school-life is termed Commencement Day! What can it mean.1’ Why should we not rather call it Ending Day? We know the answer. The final day of School Life is the day on which we enter Life's School, the day on which we really leave aside the things of childhood association and Commence Life in the World's Great Beyond. In our career toward the goal marked out for each one of us. may we always prove worthy of the teachings of Alma Mater, and may we finish our course as we have commenced—trusting, Not in ourselves, but in God. • £. M. C. The Monument at Washington to the Nuns of the Civil War For most great deeds of heroism our Country has expressed her gratitude in the erection of suitable monuments. In one instance, however, she has been somewhat dilatory: but. at last, a fitting tribute is being prepared for the Nuns of the Battlefield, the Heroines of the Civil War. We. as Rhode Islanders, are especially interested in this work, for it is largely through the efforts of Mrs. Ellen Ryan Jolly—than whom there is no greater lover of the Sisters, especially the Sisters of Mercy.—-that the plan is being carried through. The Monument erected on public grounds in Washington is to be dedicated next September 24. Mercy Day. 1924. Though the expense is being borne entirely by the L. A. A. O. H.. the privilege of having such a prominent site is the tribute of the United States to those valiant Nuns, many of whom made the supreme sacrifice that the Union might be preserved and that slavery, the only blot on the glory of the Stars and Stripes, might be wiped out. H. F. S. T he Xavier Page One Hundred Five A Problem of Probate Be it known unto all men by these presents that we. the illustrious class of 1924. knowing full well that the time is fast approaching when we must leave this happy state, having gained the common sense acquired by Seniors, do hereby make, publish, and declare this, our last will and testament. To Our Beloved Teachers We Bequeath: First—Our sincere gratitude and appreciation for the noble efforts made in our behalf during the past four years. Second—The assurance that their efforts have not been in vain. Third—Our deepest sympathy for them in consideration of the trial confronting them: namely, that of making the Juniors worthy of occupying the exalted position left vacant by us. To the Class of 1925 We Bequeath: First—The privilege of being the next best class to ours. We can think of no greater honor. Page One Hundred Six The Xavier Second—Our new desks in Room One on the condition that the space in the top be used for music codas only. Third—An Apparatus, perfected by one of our brilliant inventors, for the extraction of Juniors' baby teeth, in order that they may grow wisdom teeth before becoming Seniors. Fourth—The honor and glory of being an example (for better or worse) to the other classes. Fifth—Our best wishes for their success in work and play during the coming year. Sixth—The mirror in the dressing room on condition that not more than twenty, nor fewer than five, use it at the same time. Seventh—The clock in Room Two. with permission to guess whar time it is. The clock won't tell. i Eighth-—The piano in the Assembly Hall, which may be played at lunch period (if the key is found). Ninth—The beautiful new statue of Our Lady, with the loving duty of keeping it surrounded with flowers. Tenth—The portable blackboard in Room One. with the privilege of shivering every time it is moved. Last, but by no means least—Our red ties, the mark of honor, the banner proclaiming to the world that they are SENIORS. To the Sophomores and Freshmen We Bequeath: The honor of preparing themselves, from now on. for that momentous occasion when they shall bear the coveted appellation of Seniors. To Alma Mater Herself We Bequeath: The wealth of love and veneration which we. as a class, feel for her. and the pledge of our future loyal devotion to her honor. “The Xavier of '24 to be referred to as a Who’s Who.” In Witness Whereof, we have hereunto set our hand and seal, Non Ipsi Nos. sed Dominus.” this second day of May. A. D. Nineteen Hundred and T wenty-four. Signed, The Seniors Notary, Evelyn M. Carr The Xavier Page One Hundred Seven A Farewell Offering Alas! the time has come to part. And sorrow reigns in ev'ry heart: For mem'ry speaks of each loved day Spent neath thy wings, dear S. X. A. For thy rich gifts, what shall we give That through the future years may live.’ We offer thee— Every prayer we’ve ever said. Every volume we have read. Every hour so swiftly fled. S. X. A. Every peal of laughter ringing. Every leaf of ivy clinging. Every flow’ret bright and gay. S. X. A. We offer thee— Every class assembled here. Freshmen. Soph'mores, Juniors dear. Every Senior’s closing year. S. X. A. Every teacher’s kindly greeting. Every joyous social meeting. Every student’s happy lay. S. X. A. Page One Hundred Eight The Xavier We offer thee— Every image of our Queen; Flow’r decked shrines we’ve always seen. Sheltered neath your ivy-green, S. X. A. Every pearl of virtue gleaning. Every word of tender meaning. Cherished since our entrance day, S. X. A. We offer thee— Every strong temptation spurned, Every inspiration learned, As life’s page we daily turned, S. X. A. Every ray of sunlight streaming. On the turret brightly gleaming. As a beacon on our way. S. X. A. We offer thee— Every garden path so bright. Thronged with girls in blue and white, Lo! a picture of delight! S. X. A. Every heart so sorely grieving. At the thought of final leaving Happy scenes of work and play. S. X. A. O Convent loved! Take them all. dear S. X. A. Tho’ these gifts we bear today Can but very poorly say Our love for thee. Tiny tokens, gemmed with tears, Emblems of the happy years Spent in sweetest bliss with thee. S. X. A. Convent loved, dear S. X. A.. Sheltering refuge in youth's day. Grateful hearts we’ll bear to thee Even to Eternity. —Mary M. Waterman An Appreciation This little paragraph contains a very big message, our sincere gratitude to all those who have, in any way. helped us to publish this, the eighth number of The Xavier.” We heartily thank our dear teachers, to whom we owe the success of our efforts: the undergraduates, whose enthusiastic support has encouraged us; our advertisers, without whose generosity our efforts would have been fruitless: and our readers who. we hope, will find as much pleasure in reading “The Xavier” as we have experienced in publishing it. CLASS OF ’24 Per Anna M. Flynn The Xavier Page One Hundred Nine While You are Young Get the bank habit while you are young. Learn banking ways. A good way to begin to learn is to open a bank account. This bank welcomes young people. Become one of the number who patronize this bank. A bank account can help you—it can make you. Why not open one with us? National Exchange Bank 63 WESTMINSTER STREET Compliments of THOMAS F. 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