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

Text from Pages 1 - 144 of the 1925 volume:

ST. XAVIER'S ACADEMY Deiiirattnn In recognition of the great work that has been accomplished in Providence since his coming, and with deep appreciation for his kind and fatherly solicitude, we, the class of 1925, lovingly dedicate this our volume of “The Xavier’’ to our beloved Bishop and revered Friend. Right Reverend William A. Hickey, D. D. Edna B. Keenan. Page Dedication 5 Our Lady’s Page 7 Officials 8 Our Chapel 9 Class Motto—Poem 10 Personals 11 After a Decade of Years—Prophecy 23 The History of ’25—Poem 50 Eventus Contentionis—Playlet............................ 31 Original Stories 33 Dos Cartas Espanoles 47 Calendar 48 The Little Flower—Poem 50 The Hallowed Spot of Lisieux—Essay .51 Mothers’ Day ...... 53 The Literary Club Discussion—One-Act Play 54 Poetic Buds 56 Essays 65 Wisdom and Folly 75 Foreign Mission Papers 88 Social Notes 92 Alumnae Notes 95 Editorials 97 Class Will 100 Farewell—Poem 103 OUR GARDEN SHRINE Mother of Truthfulness, Look on this creature Radiant with youthfulness. Fresh from her teacher. Forward she now must fare Into the world of care: Should her step falter there. Oh, who can reach her? Mother of Purity, Guard her and guide her! Pledge of security. Linger beside her! Calm, in that eager breast. Motions of rash unrest: Soothe and sustain her, lest Evil betide her! Thou art so powerful! She is so tender! Be thou a tower, full Strong to defend her! Teach her the Christian art. Show her the nobler part, Keep her unstained of heart: Mother, befriend her! Denis A. McCarthy. The Xavier Page Seven Class of 1925 MOTTO: Semper Coram Deo Class Colors: Blue and White CLASS OFFICERS President. M. I.eana O'Brien Vice-President, Mary E. Morrissey Treasurer. Helen J. Sullivan Secretary, Elizabeth M. Moakler Editorial Staff Editor-in-Chief. Elizabeth J. McDonald Assistant Editors M. Josephine Feeley Sarah P. Flanagan Louise C. Kelley Margaret M. LaCroix Dorothy Elizabeth M. Moakler Mary E. Morrissey Rosemary T. McCarthy M. Leana O’Brien O'Brien G. Art Editors Editors-in-Chief. Anna F. Feeley, Grace I. Ryder Assistants Emma F. C.oggeshall Gertrude L. Larvin Margaret A. Hanley Margaret M. McElroy Mildred A. Fitzpatrick Mary I. McArdle BUSINESS STAFF Manager Evelyn M. Pelrine Assistants Margaret M. Mulhearn Catherine V. Murphy Rosella B. Storin Mary A. Campbell Marion G. Casey Angela V. Gearin Page Eight The Xavier Our Chapel “O Salutaris Hostia! How passionate that plea! It threw a glamor o'er my soul, and in my reverie, 1 saw the Master as of old subdue the troubled sea, Da robur, fer auxilium —Do Thou, O Christ, for me. Rev. Francis A. Gaffney. O. P. The Xavier Page Nine Semper Coram Deo Our Class Motto Semper Coram Deo! This, our motto dear. Whispers. Child, live always Knowing God is near. Pray and labor daily: Spend each passing hour. Feeling God is lending His sustaining power. Hear your motto telling:— From His throne on high. God's sweet love and mercy Span to earth from sky. Hear it, then, repeating, Warning, kindly, clear: Live by faith, my loved one. Every passing year. With this truth e’er present, What is there to fear. For that greatest blessing. “Grace to persevere?” Semper Coram Deo— Then, when faith is done. Oh, the heavenly vision— Father, Spirit. Son! Elizabeth M. Moakler. Page Ten The Xavier Mary Cecil Adams 7 Regent Avenue Kind words cost little, yet they are very dear.” Mary is an indispensable member of � ur Commercial Class. Some day we hall hear of her as the head of a big usiness house. And her merry laugher and witty sayings will keep her caff in good humor, as it has often .cpt us during the luncheon period: vhile her lady like manner will be an nfluence to all over whom she may preside. Agnes Helen Almon 76 Lisbon Street Simplicity is an engaging quality of a noble mind.” This petite demoiselle is bubbling ver with fun and pep. The scri us side is found by association with ier. She loves study and her reports lave verified this statement. Music is ier hobby and some day. we shall find ier in Who’s Who?” Mary Agnes Campbell 954 Atwells Avenue 'Great always without seeming to be great.” Her tasks arc never shirked: she has aken good care of study and now she tnows that it was worth her efforts. We like her cheery ways: she al ways makes one feel it is her pleasure o be helpful and none could equal her painstaking and generous assistance. Marion Gertrude Casey Cumberland Hill ‘An effort made for the happiness of others lifts us above ourselves.” Not from one of the hills of Rome, put from the near and dearer hill of Cumberland comes our Marion. Her weet influence is elevating and the ex-ellence of her four years’ course in all ts details must be an impetus to those who think and know that they hink aright. Mary Catherine Afferica 325 Richmond Street Perseverance wins fame.'' We all admire Mary for her calm and amiable disposition and for her superior ability. In phonography and typewriting, she is a marvel. An enviable position surely awaits her. And we congratulate the employer whose good fortune it will be to have this young lady as stenographer. Anna Jeanette Barrie 97 Gardner Avenue. So. Auburn. R. I. True as the needle to the pole.” Anna has always a smiling coun tenancc. She is truly dignified and a student of marked ability. We find her pleasant and helpful in the things that interest our class, and she shows wisdom in her suggestions. Mary Josephine Carey 154 Point Street Always duty before pleasure.” Mary is the kind of girl we like in our social meetings. Her great talent as a debater is always recognized: in fact, she has taken a prominent part in all our school activities. No sweet -do-nothing days about her. as her reports tell. Emma Frances Coggeshall 173 Quarry Street. Hast Providence She was ever fair and always proud. Had voice at will, and yet was never loud.” This tribute may be fittingly applied to one so sweet as Emma. In manner and in speech she possesses a grace that is charming, and her genial good humor makes her a most welcome companion at any time. She has been favored with gifts of mind, of heart, and of soul, gifts that make her capable of doing much good in this world for the benefit of those around her. as well as for her own future glory. The Xavier Page Eleven Elsie Catherine Coleman 152 Taber Avenue All about the social air Is sweeter for her coming. We cannot but feel that our ’‘social” air is rendered far “sweeter” by Elsie’s presence. Quietly and unassumingly she has endeared herself to us. A voice, soft and sweet is one of her many attractions. Higher education is her objective and. judging the future by the past, we feel that laurels await her. Margaret Agnes Conneeley 531 Dexter Street “Non scholae sed vitae. A student of marked talent; one of our strong “beacon” lights. A’s blot her reports! Particularly docs she excel in Latin and Geometry. We are often mystified by her ready answers in our English class and it is a spur to us for greater effort. Algertha Marie Cooney 36 Steuben Street Thy heart is true as steel. Phonography and Spanish arc her specials, but her other studies do not suffer on this account. “Algie” is most active in school interests, and particularly did we notice this in the vital question of “Cap and Gown.” Juliette Mary Croston 67 Hope Street Smile and the world smiles with you. The above quotation seems most proper to Juliette, for with her merry smile and happy disposition, she spreads sunshine and gladness around her. Juliette is one of the leaders in the commercial division. Although handicapped by a long illness, she has kept her own place in the class. This quality of “sticktoitiveness”'prophesies future success in any field of endeavor for our Juliette. Helen Patricia Collins 67 Furnace Street Things seen are mightier than thingi heard. Wc admire Helen for her lovabli nature and quiet ways. She is loya to S. X. A. and ever to be depends upon in all its activities. Good senv has characterized her. notably in this that she has not fallen a victim to the “bobbed” class. Her golden “crown is very becoming to her dignifirc bearing. Margaret Mary Connolley 11 Pine Street, Pawtucket, R. I. “With such a comrade, such a friend I fain would walk til journey's end. “No man is useless while he has 2 friend.” If this be true, our “Peggy renders us all useful, for she is a frienc to everyone. We enjoy her wit airt merriment: we admire the earnest ef forts she has always shown in class af fairs: we respect her for her upright character;—we love her for all hr qualities. That success will follow her and that her life will be “on� grand, sweet song” is our chorus. Helen Veronica Cooney 58 Carver Street. Pawtucket, R. I. “A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coat-of-arms.' Just look at her picture and judgt for yourself. Then imagine how difficult it is to write in a small spac« so few nice things about such ; worthy girl. Helen's characteristic are unselfishness and amiability. What we envy in her outward attraction « her beautiful golden red hair. Amonj all the losses that St. Xavier's will sus tain in the “retreat” of 1925. Helen will be a heavy one. Mary Marcella Cunningham 123 Hamilton Street “Smile, and the world smiles with you. Mary realizes that no success that is worth the name comes to us: w must go to it. and so we find her with both eyes wide open, ready to embrace opportunity. Some day she may preside over a house and mak( it. in the truest sense, a home, within whose walls will be found the charming. gracious, valiant woman. Page Twelve The Xavier Teresa Mary Cunningham 146 Fourth Street ‘She is never alone who is accompanied with noble thoughts. Our Tess” is one of a famous quartet,” but this does not prevent ier from being general, too. Stenography. Spanish. English, everything, in fact, is so easy for her that she finds many opportunities to help her less fortunate classmates. We love her for her generosity and her real sense of lumor. Margaret Germaine Doran 118 Franklin Avenue “Silence is golden. A quiet and loving disposition is Margaret’s. Her rare gift of silence eeps her out of much trouble. This little maid came to S. X. A. from Bristol, in her third year. She has given her classmates a big task to find ut of what she is thinking, but we have come to the decision that the saying. still water runs deep,” is true. Olive Elizabeth Duby Duby’s Grove, Lakewood, K. I. ’Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your substance and your birthright are.” Olive’s cheery. How are you this morning.’’ is. in a measure, responsible for her popularity. But this is merely forerunner of her kindness and •thoughtfulness throughout the entire Jay. She has given evidence of marked ibility in many lines—as a dramatic tar, we think she is A No. 1. and as for her work in phonography and typewriting.—well, she has won the medal for speed and accuracy. Need we say more? Anna Frances Feeley 149 Indiana Avenue, Edgewood, R. I. “Music waves eternal wands.'' Music and Art are twin Sisters.” Then is it not perfectly natural that Anna should possess both? Her mas tery of the harp is quite unusual: this we say from experience, for we have lieen privileged to hear Anna’s strains af exquisite melody. Her artistic gift s revealed in some of the sketches of ‘The Xavier.'' Anna s poetic temperament is supplemented by the characteristics that make a sincere friend— good judgment, sincerity, generosity. The Xavier Catherine Francis Dempsey 107 Calhoun Avenue “To think well is to act well.” Catherine came to us from Classical.’' She has been a happy addition to our class for two years, faithful in study and always reliable. We think Latin has a special charm for her, as in early morning, “Virgil” in hand, we see groups of classical girls gathered around her. Catherine is not ambitious of individual distinction; however. we say this of her. she is truly kind and helpful. Mary Frances Doyle 117 Sheldon Street “Springtime and flowers bring dear memories. If the present mirrored the future, what a calm and beautiful life would be Mary’s and we like to think it will be so. Marys height sometimes bothers her. but among nature’s gifts to her. that is one of the possessions, her companions, less favored in stature, greatly admire. In their opinion it adds to her grace and dignity. Alice Elizabeth Eldridge 11 Atkins Street “It is well to think well. It is divine to act well. We write the above verse, for Alice is a model of thoughtfulness and gentleness. and a loving companion. She just radiates sunshine with her laughing dimples and sparkling eyes. Her love for Spanish and French ought to result in some future linguistic surprises. Mary Josephine Feeley 149 Indiana Avenue, Edgewood, R. I. “A double blessing is a double grace. Who knows why we selected this quotation for Josephine? Ask Anna. Josephine is a gracious, cheerful Miss, whose accomplishments are legion. Her rich contralto voice and her skill as a violinist have both given very great pleasure to her classmates. But her love for music does not distract her from studies, for she is one of our English stars, both in declaiming and in writing. Josephine will undoubtedly be found among the ‘ Immortals ot Literature” some day. And wherever she may be. we know that the grace and charm with which she will perform her duty will make her an influence for good. Page Thirteen Lillian Agnes Fitzgerald 443 River Avenue “A kind heart is the fountain of gladness. Here is our jolly, loving, and sincere Lill. without whom our class would be incomplete. Although she is on pleasure bent, she does not let it interfere with her studies. Lill’s highest ambition is to be a successful teacher. We know her loving nature will win the hearts of the children, n'est ce pas. girls? Mary Thomasina Fitzpatrick 26 Arnold Street A heart full of friendship and love. A pleasing countenance, good manners. and a desire to please characterize Mary. She is a good student; we enjoy her translations, they are so literal and ’unpony like. Mary's earnest way will help her climb the ladder of success. Mildred Agnes Fitzpatrick 266 Point Street “Many friends are won through kindness. Kindness and thoughtfulness are Milly’s by right of nature. Being ever ready to sacrifice pleasure for duty, she has successfully mastered all her studies during her four years at S. X. A. She holds a place in the hearts of all her classmates that many of us might envy. Steady perseverance will bring Milly. some day. to unsurpassed heights. Mary Addella Fortin 2S2 Main Street. East Greenwich, R. I. ”Hope never spreads her wings but in unfathomable seas. F aithful always; 0 rderly in doing: R eady for hard work: X rustworthy: 1 ndustrious: N ever daunted. Who will attempt a further description ? Sarah Patricia Flanagan 99 Comstock Avenue 'She is constant in her purposes. Behold the Encyclopedia of the class of '25! Sarah never fails to answer a question that is ’ caviare to the general.’’ She lives in Bookland and has traveled extensively through that famous region. Some day she will be a noted Journalist or Author. We all wonder what college will have the honor of awarding to Sarah her A. B.. her A. M., her Litt. D.. and her Ph. D. Angela Veronica Gear in 43 Belmont Avenue have called forth golden opinions from all sorts of people. A golden frame wreathes Angela’s face and a smiling countenance ”on mischief bent’’ makes her a popular girl. Her wit manifests both her insight into character and her love for fun. Whatever she undertakes, she does well, and her suggestions in the preparation of the year book have been very acceptable and helpful. Mary Rebecca Golden 35 Green Street, East Greenwich. R. I. “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” Not a few of us are drawn to admire the calmness and sweetness that shine out characteristically in our every-day 'meet’’ with May. Her dignified reserve kept many of us from knowing her at first approach. Music has charms for her which we all recognize. and let it be known to you that this music is not the din of the clicking type:’’ however. commercial studies are duly considered. Anna Agnes Gorman 346 Pine Street Friend of pleasure, wisdom’s aid. Our bobbed headed blonde, our Babe’’ has carved a deep niche in the hearts of her teachers and classmates. She misses no sports, but withal she has a proud record. In English, she stands among the best. Anna and Lill are staunch friends, having toddled together from kindergarten days. Page Fourteen The Xavier Mary Elizabeth Griffin 119 High Street, Valley Falls, R. I. Love, laughter, life and glee. Is what this happy Miss would be. The reputation of Valley Falls is Mary’s responsibility, for she. alone, among the 77. arrives daily from that noted suburb. We can all testify to her eminent success in carrying her burden. And we judge from this precedent that S. X. A. will always be safe in her hands. Should we ever find ourselves perplexed regarding Francais. we know where we may have our difficulty solved. Margaret Alice Hanley 85 Pocasset Avenue The girl who toils for years without a break. And treads the path of pain for other's sake. There are no half measures with Margaret. She considers A as important as Z. and so. from first to last, her teachers find her most satisfactory in her lessons and in her lady-like manner. Her classmates, too. are often the recipients of her generosity, in word and deed. Edna Bernardine Keenan 158 Albert Avenue, Edge wood, R. I. Semper Parata. What my fancy paints her: E ever effectively engaged: D dramatic ability with pleasing grace: N neat, natty, never noisy: A alert for the welfare of S. X. A. Elizabeth Murillyam Kelly 25 North Bend Street. Pawtucket. R. 1. Age cannot wither her. nor custom stale her infinite variety. Elizabeth, pur little friend from the Big City.'’ stands strong in our affections. Her happy and humorous disposition attracts us to the bright side of things. Saint Xavier's has always admired her sweet equilibrium. She is a girl you would like to have those “at home’’ meet, and feel the graciousness of her gentle ways. We appreciate her suggestions in our activities. and followed, they mean success. Lucy Frances Hanley 85 Pocasset Avenue I find earth not gray but rosy. Lucy always docs her “bit ' to make the lunch period palatable. Her voice, we all agree, is “soft and low in her Spanish selections. She is Margaret's twin sister, but there is a difference Lucy takes the English: Margaret, the commercial course. We like Lu’’ for her gracious and loving disposition, and her student ways. Margaret Teresa Jordan 6U Moone Street Smile, and the world smiles with you. Wit. thy name is Margaret! Here is the girl who dispels all melancholy from our midst. She is one of the most popular girls of the class of ’25. Although she likes pleasure, especially dancing at luncheon period, she does not neglect her studies, notably Span ish. Margaret intends to go to college. No es-verdad. Margaret? Eileen Virginia Kelley 290 Chapman Street A merry heart that laughs at care. Behold, the youngest of our 77. But is Eileen too young to study? Look at her reports and you have the answer—they are a long list of A’s. What if she does often miss the Broad Street Car. and thereby miss ten minutes or more of class? To see Eileen without Evelyn, or vice versa, would be as rare a sight as snow in August. Eileen will one day startle the medical world. Louise Claire Kelley 199 Atlantic Avenue One whose mere presence brings sun-shine and love. Louise, with her golden hair and sunny smile, makes us all smile back at her. She has won the love and admiration of her teachers as well as her class-mates. Her knowledge of Latin is something we all envy. But we think her greatest charm lies in her dramatic ability and in her deep love for music. You may travel far in the realm of college-land. Louise, but you will always be with us as a rainbow of remembrance. The Xavier Page Fifteen Mary Anne Kelly 25 Park Street. Pawtucket. R. I. She hath a way. Perhaps no other poem could better describe Mary than Shakespeare's quaint verse. Early in our first year we learned to appreciate what this “way could mean to us. But fate had her way and stole her from us. However, “as the steel to the magnet flies upward.’’ her affections drew her again to us the next year. An excellent student of history and general knowledge aroused our admiration. The allotcd space is too small to express our hearty wishes for Mary's success for the coming years. Gertrude Louise Larvin 46 Westwood Avenue. Edge wood. R. T. A friend is known by her deeds. Something would be noticeably lacking in our class of '25 if we did not have Gertrude with her dry humor and her question-mark smile. She has helped many a happy recreation period by her musical ability and her dexterity in “tripping the light Fantastic. But Gertrude is serious, too. and it would be hard to find a more skilled shorthand enthusiast. Her sketchings show her to be a clever artist. Gertrude has high principles and a generous spirit. Catherine Mary Loveless 22 Arch Street “Manners.—the final and perfect flower of noble characters. Catherine is admired by all her friends and classmates because she does not keep the alabaster box of love and tenderness sealed up until her friends are dead. She speaks approving, cheering words while their ears can hear them and while their hearts can be thrilled by them. She also manifests this same spirit of good cheer towards her daily lessons, and they seem to appreciate it. too. for they respond most kindly. Rosemary Theresa McCarthy 118a Prairie Avenue True friends are like diamonds, precious and rare. Here's Rosemary, that’s for remembrance. said the sweet Ophelia: and so say we in presenting our sweet flower. The fragrance of her graciousness and her generosity is wafted among us daily. And on “special” days the tones of her rare soprano voice lift us up above the things of earth and force us to exclaim. “Music is the language of heaven. Margaret Mary La Croix 42 Landor Street Patience is a flower that grows not in every garden. A girl of splendid character and sterling friendship. During four years we have always found her a complete combination of kindness and of generosity. Her enviable record is an incentive to us. and her cheery way is contagious. We know that the success of our beloved Margaret will be marked by deep “footprints on the sands of time. Ethel Catherine Lough 46 Docust Street Noble of birth, yet nobler by good deeds. The above wording just suits Ethel. Her kindly nature haunts us. Too. she is a good student. We love her for her gentility. In her recitals she is pleasing: especially do we enjoy her dialect selections. Mr. T. A. Daly, lend your ears. Mary Ignatia McArdle 400 Dexter Street. Central Falls. R. I. Actions speak louder than words. Behold the quiet, unobstrush'e member of our English Division. During the years spent at S. X. A., the friendship of all her classmates is hers, because of her pleasant and genial manner. She glories in the studies of chemistry and astronomy, and we feel her name will be among the celebrities some day. Elizabeth Jane McDonald 101 Thayer Street Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Our Editor-in-chief by unanimous vote. Elizabeth’s characteristics are knowledge, loyalty and obedience. Her record at S. X. A. is excellent, and we know that the best will mark her future. Elizabeth is 100 per cent, debater. Patrick Henry’s modern rival. She is a Latin scholar of recognized ability. She is. in short, first in her studies, first in activities, and first in the hearts of her classmates. Page Sixteen The Xavier Rosalyn Bernadette McDonough 65 Robin Street ”There is no need of compliments among good friends. And we are good friends in our happy school. Rose learned early that to gain a friend was to be one. Who is it that does not know that in need she is a ready helper, and her student ways make us stand and gaze. Mary Agnes McGarry 1 Beaufort Street We love her for her smites. This jovial Miss has always been a favorite among us. She is as merry as the day is 'ong.” but has much sense in her mischief. This last year she has become quite dignified. We all love Mary for her candor, good nature, and earnestness in the different school activities. Eileen Louise McNamara 1043 Pawtucket Avenue. Rumford, R. I. On her face beams the sout's calm sunshine. Can’t you just tell that Eileen comes from that quiet little town. Rumford? She has so gentle a control. and poise. You can never ask Eileen to do too much, she is so generous and ready to help. And she is an eager student, for she proudly carries home report after report marked A Possibly in her quiet home town.” we will some day behold ”E. McNamara. Registered Pharmacist.” for she is a No. 1 in the chemical laboratory. Elizabeth Mary Moakler 27 Arnold Street A heart full of thankfulness. An early morning prayer. Bessie and the 8:45 bell are synonyms. Hurry, girls, or we will be late, only a few minutes left. Minutes!” Why. Bessie, our Secretary is going to read them at the meeting. We have plenty of time. Bessie is very happy and cheerful. The more you have to do with her. the more you will like her for a friend. In study she has set the pace, that if followed, would bring to us an enviable record. Latin and French are Bessie's hobbies. Her home assignments are models of neatness, and are often displayed for observation. Margaret Mary McElroy Jll Joslin Street A good disposition that gold cannot buy. Margaret has been favored with many gifts, but her chief one is that of palette and brush. Some day we know we shall find her name among the world's celebrated artists. ’’THE XAVIER” speaks for her talents. Mary Eleanor McGrath 79 Burrows Street Where Duty went, she went, with justice, went. And with Meekness. Charity and Love. Fidelity to duty has made Mary one of the leaders in the classical division. Aeneas did not sail his sea of difficulties with more success than has Mary. Added to this fine gift of scholarship is a charm of manner that attracts us. Anna Veronica McPhillips 31 Walling Street A friend in need is a friend indeed. Anna is so very gentle that we at first found it difficult to know her: but soon after she revealed herself to us by her intense interest in her studies, especially in commercial work. Does this not prophesy future success? We know it docs. Anna. Alice Rita Monahan 125 Atlantic Avenue In character, in manners, in style, in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity. When Michael Angelo had finished his statue of Moses, so perfect did it appear that he could not refrain from exclaiming. “Speak!” And so. u'c. knowing the heavenly gift that is AI’s” in her sweet voice, cannot look upon her without exclaiming. “Sing.” It is not alone this rare treasure that makes Alice so charming—it is her unconscious possession of it that enhances it a thousand fold. We peep not into the future, but we know Alice will use her God-given talents for the glory of their Giver. The Xavier Page Seventeen Mary Ella Mooney 44 Governor Street As sweet as the day is long. Mary’s kind and loving nature is wholesome. Earnest study in Spanish and Phonography will heip greatly in her commercial pursuits. Mary is full of active efficiency, of wise plans; she is unselffish and prompted always by love of right-doing. In brief she is “as sweet as the day is long.” the happy refrain of a haunting song. Mary Elizabeth Morrissey 169 Gano Street Full of vigor, effort not show, she's different from the rest you know. The above lines describe fully our vice-president, a girl of sterling qualities. great also in quantity. Her record as a student, combined with her wit. have made us envious of her general equipment for the “voyage de vie.” Mary's commercial knowledge will be a strong asset in her future career is the prediction of her class. Alma Anna Murphy 27 Elmdale Avenue One can ever trust her honesty. This sweet, charming girl is our classmate. Alma. Her quiet way has made her a cherished friend at S. X. A. Alma is an elocutionist, who is of great assistance to us in class entertainments. She likes Spanish and French, in which she intends to specialize in the fall. Theresa Marie Nolan 81 Hilltop Avenue Thy music then my soul doth seize. This is Theresa, the “go” of the class, an artist at the piano, an organist of great merit, an excellent debater. But apart from all this, there is that in T heresa’s make-up which has made her one of our popular girls. A time comes in the serenity of our days when she is indispensable, when “we trip it as we go on the light fantastic toe.” Without her delightful rendition of the musical “classics” of the day. where would we be? Farewell to Theresa will be sorrow’s knell. Page Eighteen Mary Loretta Moran 27 River Avenue Of manners gentle and affections mild. We never could have spared Mary from our class with her gracious manner, keen sense of honor, and unselfishness. No one will gainsay that she , will not in the days to come do something to still increase the fame of 1925. Margaret Anastasia Mulhearn 131 Gallup Street A Merry Heart Maketh a Cheerful Countenance. Ah. hush, see! and you do hear and see Margaret with her lively and pleasing personality. Margaret came to us from Tyler and has made lasting friendships among her classmates. She is a serious student, “never idle a moment. but thinking and thoughtful for others.” She’s glad in the interest of “Gladding.” Catherine Veronica Murphy 116 Dudley Street A heart to glow for other's good. If you are looking over our lists for an earnest, industrious student, let me present to you. Catherine. Her pleasing manner and her many acts of thoughtfulness have won the love of her class-mates. Every morning as we enter the classroom we are greeted by the beautifully flower-decked shrine of our Blessed Lady, which Catherine so carefully arranges. We also think that Catherine keeps her heart enshrined with the flowers of virtue. May the hundred fold happiness be hers “in full measure!” Dorothy Gertrude O’Brien 26 Maple Street The virtues we admire in the saint and the hero are the fruits of a happy constitution. A girl in ten thousand is “Dodic,” the popular girl in the class. Her laughing brown eyes, coupled with an irrepressible wit. arc a sure cure for the “blues.” But “Dodie” has a serious side, as her remarkable record proves. She has distinguished herself, too. as a debater. “Dodie is loved by every one, for she is ingenious in finding ways of helping things along. Does not the Xavier verify this statement? That she will mount to the top rung of the “Ladder of Success” is not an idle dream. The Xavier Mary Leana O'Brien 26 Maple Street She's calm and reserved—that's as far as she goes, She seems to be quiet—yet one never knows. Rap! Rap! the meeting is called to order. Can't we hear the voice of our President as we read those words? She is a guiding influence to us all. one of S. X. A.’s most precious treasures. This little Miss loves all her studies, but she excels in French, and her name is O’Brien. We all wish our trustworthy leader, with her kind and generous nature, a full measure of success. Evelyn Mary Pelrine 240 Brown Street A Woman on to duty. If genius means the capacity for going ahead, no one will deny that Evelyn is a genius. Wonder makes you wander. that is why Ev has the responsible office of Business Manager.” for in her wanderings she has gotten some weighty ads.” There is no whispering in the air as to what she is in quest of, she speaks forcibly loud and we are up and doing. Margaret Elizabeth Roach 36 Wilcox Street Love virtue, she alone is free. We think that Margaret realizes the import of the above extract, that only a life of virtue is a true life. Her record in S. X. A. is among the best, a student of good parts, a ready friend. We wish her well. Geraldine Elizabeth Seeley 26 Woodward Avenue. E. Providence Speech is silver. Silence is golden. During school hours, Gerry keeps her thoughts to herself. Yet is not this the kind of girl of whom much is heard in later life? Gerry’s taste and ability for English are manifest in her fearsome story within the pages of The Xavier. Harriet Veronica O'Connell 85 Valley Street, East Providence, R. I. The dearest freshness over the bent world broods. Harriet comes from the flourishing town of East Providence, and it is our happy lot to have her. She is very talented and uses her time to advantage. It would not be easy for us to tell in what study she most excels. Anne Mary Phelan South Swansea, Mass. Gentle in manner; resolute in deed. How Swansea must envy St. Xavier’s when it sees Anne scurrying to the train every day. She is a true gem in all her classes, but when Mademoiselle. anxious for a fluent answer, calls Anne Phelan. we stand In awe at the response. Anne is en route for Europe this summer, therefore we are a bit anxious lest she become too infatuated with Rome and forget to return to the land of her schoolmates. Grace Irene Ryder 264 Indiana Avenue Rich in good works. Our Grace is. indeed, grace in every movement. Her fluent recitations and unique sketches are but samples of the degrees of art she possesses. The fine manners and dainty temperament of this young lady have often assisted us in our social enterprises. Whatever time holds for the Grace” of our class, we know that all ambitions will become realizations. Rosella Bernadette St or in 88 Maynard Street, Pawtucket, R. I. Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat. Laughter and sunshine are the constant compaions of this popular young Miss. No matter where Della is, one is sure to hear her bubbling laughter. Besides being a happy and lovable girl. Della is also most efficient in all her studies, especially in Spanish. Always smiling, ever seeing the silver lining. Della is sure to meet both success and happiners in whatever she undertakes. The Xavier Page Nineteen Helen Hilda Sullivan 52 Taunton Avenue There is no need of compliments among good friends The class of 25 is very proud to introduce this little lady as its Helen. Her sweet and gracious demeanor has won the respect and admiration of the school. Her favorite studies are short hand and typewriting. We re not telling any secrets, hut we imagine she will be in the number of those who pursue a career in the business world. Marie Virginia Sutton 19 FMerce Street. East Greenwich. R. I. “ smile will go a long, long wag. Yes. a smile will go a long way when we know that it is but the sign of a happy, helpful disposition. And such it is in Marie’s case. We hope East Greenwich has many more girls of her type for future students at S. X. A. Mary Margaret Ward 726 Broad Street I love her for her smile. Here is our charming Mary! Since she came to S. X. A. she has won the affection of all her classmates. Mary’s delightful manners attract all who come in contact with her. French is her favorite study and she often takes a few minutes from the English period to finish her private recitations Mary’s kindergarten days were spent in Saint Xavier’s. Some of us remember when she lost her first tooth. Helen Josephine Sullivan 244 Orms Street ' little bit of heaven fell from out the sky one day. That is just what happened sixteen years ago when our own Helen oped her eyes in this mundane sphere. During her four years at S. X. A. she won the reputation of a loving friend, a perfect little woman, and a keen student. Her cheerful countenance beams like the morning sun and warms us with its cheery rays. As a capable treasurer, she guards well the coffers of our class. Margaret Mary Sweeney 297 Highland Avenue Nothing is impossible to willing hearts. Loyal, dignified, and fun-loving de-serbe Peggy.” When things go wrong ‘ Peggy’’ helps them along by her many witty remarks. She likes all her studies as her report of A’s tell. Her clear soprano voice has given us many a pleasant hour. We think prosperity will be her page. She is generally seen walking through the corridors with her twin blonde. Angela. and we venture to surmise they do more than walk. Page Twenty The Xavier Editorial Staff Left to Right, Standing:—Margaret Mary La Croix, Rosemary Teresa McCarthy, Mary Elizabeth Morrissey. Left to Right. Sitting: -Mary Josephine Feeley, Elizabeth Jane McDonald. Mary Leana O'Brien. I ouise Claire Kelley, Sarah Patricia Flanagan. Unavoidably omitted from the above group are Dorothy G. O'Brien and Elizabeth M. Moakler. The Xavier Page Tiventy-one Page Twenty-two The Xavier OUR JUNIORS After a Decade of Years ]HE day was fair and cold, the roads better than Theresa had expected, and by luncheon time she had reached a large town quite distant from her own city, where she knew of an exceptionally good place to obtain a refreshing meal. With this end in view, Theresa was making more than ordinary village speed, when disaster befell her in the shape of a break in the electric connections of the car. While she was tugging away at the breaks a voice called her. It came from the doorway of a store, in front of which the car had chanced to stop. “Theresa Nolan! Well, who would ever expect to see you here after all these years!” The girl at the wheel looked up in amazement. “Olive! this is surely a pleasant surprise.” Since graduation Olive and Theresa had met but very few times. Theresa had gone to the Conservatory of Music, at Boston, and was now a very famous musician: while Olive had entered into partnership with her inseparable friend, Gertrude Larvin, in the business world. Olive took her seat beside Theresa in the car, when electric connections were right again. “Are you here on a special mission. Theresa? questioned Olive as the car sped along the avenues. Yes. I’ve been booked to play at a concert, a week from Sunday at the Metropolitan Opera House, and, who do you suppose is going to sing? None other than Alice Monahan. You remember how beautifully she used to sing at S. X. A.? She’s a wonder now!” “Alice is to be at my house to-night for a little social gathering that Gertrude and I planned just for ‘Auld Lang Syne'.” By this time they had arrived at Olive’s home, where her mother cordially greeted Theresa and invited her to remain to take luncheon with them. The talk during the meal chiefly concerned the plans for the evening. The Xavier Page Twenty-three ‘‘Edna Keenan, Margaret Connolly, and Elizabeth Kelly will be here to-night,” said Olive. ‘ They are visiting Alice over the week-end, so I asked them to come up. Edna is a noted dramatic teacher now, as perhaps you have already guessed, and Elizabeth, or rather Mrs. Lynch. (I keep forgetting that she is married), is living on Riverside Drive, in New York. No doubt, she will have some news for us about some of our old classmates. Mary McGarry and Mary Kelly will be here also. Won't this be a lovely surprise for you?” “It certainly will, Olive: and I appreciate your generosity in asking me to stay.” responded Theresa, thoughtfully. It is a real pleasure to have you, Theresa. Have you seen the adorable 'Modiste Shoppe' that the two Mary's opened recently in Boston? I haven't seen it myself, but Gertrude says, it is darling. We heard that Louise Kelley is in town, so I told Gertrude to get in touch with her if she could and perhaps she may join us to-night: but I’m not sure, because Louise is a doctor at Bridge-water Normal School, and I think that position keeps her rather busy.” acknowledged Olive. Undoubtedly so.” agreed Theresa, “but perhaps she is having a little vacation and will be able to come.” They spent the next few hours in preparing for the girls. Finally, Gertrude arrived with Louise. Oh. Louise! I'm so glad to see you.” exclaimed Theresa and Olive together. How did you ever find her, Gertie?” I finally reached her,” said Gertrude, after 'phoning almost every hotel in town.” Well, I'm certainly glad to be here with my old classmates,” admitted Louise thoughtfully. The door bell rang, and Olive's mother announced that the rest of the girls had arrived. After the first hour, which was spent in greeting one another and talking about the general topics of the day. Mary McGarry discovered an album lying on the table. Oh. I do love to look at pictures, girls,” she said, glancing through the pages. Why, these pictures were taken at S. X. A. Here’s Angela Gearin. and all the girls. Let's look at these old pictures, and see how many of the girls we can account for.” Soon all were sitting about the fireplace, with the album in the midst of them. Just look at this picture of Dodie O'Brien and Rosella Storin. They haven't changed the least bit. either.” exclaimed Alice. By the way, Dorothy is giving a concert in Brooklyn. Sunday. She has been proclaimed by the best judges of violinists to be one of the greatest in the country. It would be worth while to go up to Brooklyn to hear her,” added Theresa. Rosella has been made Supervisor of Education in Rhode Island, you know,” interrupted Olive. Meanwhile, Mary McGarry had found a picture of Rosalyn McDonough and Margaret McElroy. Peggy was standing under a maple tree with Rose at her feet, while Peggy was vainly trying to crown her with a wreath of dead leaves. Page Tiventy-four The Xavier Now,” said Mary. Rosalyn is a commercial teacher in the Taunton High School. She is doing remarkably well. And Peggy is a wonderful artist, her latest portrait won first prize at a recent contest, in Chicago.” “Look at this picture on the opposite page,” cried Louise. There's Peggy Sweeney, now Mrs. Thomas Mason: Mary McArdle, physical culture directress at Sargent’s College, and Eileen McNamara, who has opened a home for orphans: Margaret Doran. Mary Mooney. Mary Afferica, and Margaret Roach are Eileen's chief assistants in the splendid work she is carrying on.” This picture is. now. a reality, girls.” said Edna, referring to a picture of Mary Cunningham, Margaret LaCroix, and Catherine Murphy, posing as Sisters of Mercy. Here is Angela Gearin, Margaret Jordan. Mary Griffin, and Margaret Hanley. Wouldn’t they laugh if they could see these pictures now! Angela r a private secretary to a wealthy widow, living in New York, and it is rumored that she is engaged to this woman's nephew.” volunteered Mary Kelly. “And Angela always declared that she was going to be an old maid. added Louise. “One never knows what will happen in the course of time. “Can anyone tell us anything about Margaret Jordan and Mary Griffin?” “I think I have a little information about those ‘twins’,” responded Margaret Connolly. Margaret is the Dean at Worcester Academy, and Mary is a teacher of Domestic Science in the same Academy. They are doing splendid work, from what I have heard.” Margaret Hanley is a district attorney in Providence.” added Theresa. What of Mary Ward, Mary Doyle, and Elsie Coleman? Haven’t you any pictures of them. Olive?” asked Elizabeth. No. I haven’t. I did have one. but I must have mislaid it. But I’ll try to account for the three of them. Mary Doyle and Elsie are dress designers, and Mary Ward and Alice Eldridge are models for the latest modes of hair dressing. Mary is in Emma Coggeshall’s exclusive Beauty Shoppe: and Alice, in Helen Collins'. I met Emma about two or three months ago, when I went to visit my aunt, in Detroit.” “Have you read about that beautiful big apartment house that is being constructed in Fenway Park?” asked Edna. Leana O'Brien and Grace Ryder are the owners: and Ethel Lough and Alma Murphy are responsible for the management of it. We ought to drive over to see it before we leave for home, Alice.” Look! here is Anna Gorman and Lillian Fitzgerald. Has anyone any information about those two girls?” I have.” sang out Louise. Anna is married to a certain Doctor Graham, who is one of the prominent surgeons of Hartford: and Lill is a traveling companion to Lady Hamilton. Let me continue, Mary Carey. Mary Camobell. and Lucy Hanley own a chain of Apothecary Stores. They’ve succeeded wonderfully as chemists. Marion Casey and Helen Cooney are interior decorators in New York. They studied it after they left S. X. A.” The Xavier Page Twenty-five ‘‘Let me tell you something that I know,” said Mary Kelly. ‘‘I read in the paper the other night that Sarah Flanagan’s latest book is to be published the first of next month. I always felt she would be a writer or a lecturer. Elizabeth McDonald is a member of the Senate, and Bessie Moakler is the editor of one of the leading Catholic magazines of the day. They are certainly a credit to S. X. A. ‘‘Why not let Mary speak,” said Louise—meaning Mary McGarry—“she hasn't had an opportunity to say anything for half an hour, and we haven't finished looking at all the pictures yet. I hardly realized there were so many in our class.” The next picture was that of Anna and Josephine Feeley, Mary Moran, Anna Barrie, and Anna Phelan. Now,” said Alice, you may speak, Mary.” Mary began: “The Feeley twins have a studio at Washington. Anna gives lessons on the harp, while Josie gives vocal lessons. Mary Moran is doing remarkably well as a violin teacher, and Anna Barrie and Anna Phelan are nurses. Juliette Croston is a nurse, also.” That reminds me,” interrupted Theresa, we haven’t found a picture of Helen J. Sullivan, yet.” That’s strange,” said Olive. I surely must have a picture of Helen. Do you know something of her. Ted?” Why, yes. Helen J. is the instructor of nurses at the Roosevelt Hospital in New York. She always aspired to be a nurse, you know.” Here’s a large group,” remarked Gertrude, who had been silent most of the evening. There is Mary Morrissey, Mary McGrath. Margaret Conneeley. Catherine Dempsey, and someone looking over Catherine’s shoulder, but I can’t see who it is. Oh, I know: it is Geraldine Seeley. Let me locate them for you.” Mary Morrissey has one of the largest broadcasting stations in the world. It is constructed on Long Island. Mary McGrath is a Spanish correspodent for a large concern in Philadelphia. Margaret is a teacher of Mathematics at the Webster College, while Catherine and Geraldine arc both high school teachers in Providence.” Does anyone know what Evelyn Pelrine is doing now?” questioned Elizabeth. Yes,” replied Olive, she is mistress of a select boarding school for young ladies, and Eileen Kelley as her assistant does much to uphold the reputation they have earned for themselves. Anna McPhillips does the secretarial work, and Catherine Loveless is the prefect of discipline. The work is carried on most systematically, and the school is considered one of the best in the country.” “And here is Agnes Almon. Algertha Cooney. Theresa Cunningham, and Mary Fitzpatrick. Agnes is the president of the Red Cross Association in Providence: Algertha and Theresa are stenographers in the National Bank of Providence: and Mary is the author of a number of short stories appearing in 'The Catholic World’.” Here's a group. I hope some of these are girls, we haven't seen yet. Sure enough, there’s not one in this group that was in any of the others. Look at Page Twenty-six The Xavier Margaret Mulhearn! She is secretary to the president of some large concern in Boston now. And Helen H. Sullivan? Oh, she and Harriet O'Connell are both working as typists. Mary Adams is an accountant, the only one in our class as far as I know. Look at Rosemary McCarthy and Mildred Fitzpatrick! I can’t give any information concerning those two girls. Perhaps you can, Mary,” finished Olive. I guess I can,” Mary replied. “Rosemary is the owner of a large department store in New Bedford, and Mildred is a journalist for the Providence News’.” “Here is the last picture in the book, and I really think it is the last of the girls in our class.” declared Elizabeth. Look! Mary Fortin, Mary Golden, and Marie Sutton. They are the owners of a large hotel in their home’ town, East Greenwich, and also of a tea room, decorated so artistically that it is one of the show places on the way to Narragansett Pier.” “Now,” said Olive, “we have seen all the pictures and have accounted for every member of the Class of '25, I must say that everyone seems to be most happy and prosperous. Good gracious! how time flies! It is now 12:10, too late for you girls to go home. Mother will be very happy to have you stay for the night. Let us sing just one verse of 'Auld Lang Syne.’ and then, mother and I will show you to your rooms.” Soon all were settled for the night, conscious of having spent one of the most pleasant and beneficial evenings of their life. Helen J. Sullivan, Rosella B. Storin. The Xavier Page Twenty-seven Page Ticenty-eight The Xa OUR SOPHOMORES The Xavier Page Tiventy-nine The sun had waked the glorious day. And dew-gemmed, vine-clad S. X. A. ; Then, 'midst the pearl of wak’ning hour, The gold of lovely autumn flower. He whispered at the Convent door Of Freshies, coming by the score. And when the day had risen clear, Had kissed away the night’s soft tear. We came in silent, fearful troop. A huddling, frightened, timid group; For, as we later learned to say. “Mirabile Dictu,” our lay. We learned of courtiers, warriors bold. Then saw the pyramids of old: We hunted the elusive “y,” And traveled regions vast as sky; Ah, now, each felt herself a sage. One line was done on life’s new page. As Sophomores, with physics known, The seeds of Frangais next were sown; We learned of Caesar’s legion, true, And all that Rome's great chiefs could do. We reached by now. the Junior year Where vanished far, grim failure’s fear. And now in Spain’s soft-sounding tongue We learned of hero-stories sung: And how great Cicero declaimed. A fact that makes his name far-famed: Though swift the year’s bright days fled by In mem’ry, they can never die. Page Thirty The Xavier When sunset rich enfolds the day And gently ends our wondrous lay, When all great literary lore Lies locked behind our memory's door, We're Seniors, whom ambition calls To Ida's height, o'er Trojan walls. But now the past, a loved retreat. Is hid away with memories sweet. With memories of the incensed air Made sacred with our girlish prayer; And so we pause to bid adieu To you, O hallowed halls, to you. May waves that ever homeward sweep Bestow new laurels at thy feet; May every deed that we shall do Reflect the lessons learned from you; May God bless all you send away. From now. 'til final earthly day. And when we reach the golden land. Across the mystic sail-specked strand, When vanished every earthly tear, We'll hear your voice, O Convent dear. In accents sweet, in heavenly way,— All now at home from S. X. A.” Sarah P. Flanagan. Eventus Contentionis PERSONAE Cassandra.......................... Filia Priami Coroebus.......................Amator Cassandrae Aeneas............................Dux Trojanus Androgeos................................ Danaus Locus: Juxta Adytun Minervac. Tempus: Media nocte. XXXV Ante Christum. The Xavier Page Thirty-one Androgeos: Festinate. cives! cur talis segnities! Jam nostri Troja potiuntur. Celeriter! ad arma! Aeneas (voce infera) : Progredimini, socii. Arbitratur nos esse Graceos. (Hie committunt proelium: Aeneadae vincunt) Coroebus: Aptemus insignia et clipeos Graecos. Insidiae Sinonis nos docuerunt quod ingeni nobis esset. (Mutant arma) Aeneas: Heu! Nostri comites nos non cognoscunt. Jaciunt ipsi pila Pergama super suos viros. Tacete! audione gemitus mulieris maestae? respicite! audite! (Audiunl. Cassandra dolet) Cassandra: O me miseram! O Trojam! Cur me non crederes? Quid sit for- tuna patriae, amatoris mei? O maledictum Apollonis! Aeneas: Est virgo regia. pulcherrima filia Priami. Cassandra. Coroebus: Cassandra! ... hie in medio tanto tumultu? Remanete, mei viri, Cassandra nobis servanda est. (Coroebus appropinquat) Cassandra: Noli venire ad me, crudelis. host's gentis. Nc appropinqua ad feminam sacratam deis. Coroebus: Dimitte formidinem. carissima! Ego sum Coroebus qui venit te ereptum e flammis Trojae. Cassandra ( Furiata mente) : O me! Est vox nota et jucunda mihi sed te monui ne venires ad urbem. Cur te cinxisti ornamentis Graecis? Coroebus: Mea dilecta, ego sum vestitus similis Graeco ut patrem vestrum et patriam servam. Cassandra: Fuge! fuge! ad salutem! Vides quomodo in vinclis vincta sim. Ccntemps sti numen deorum, mutatis armis Trojanis. Heu patria! Ajax, me e manibus hostium eripe. Coroebus: Troiani. defendite tuam sacerdotem. Pro patria, pro honore et pro omnibus qui sunt cari nobis, ruarnus in arma. Spes unica nobis victis. (Pugnant. Coreobus caeditur) Cassandra: O. potens Minerva, aspice. in tua misericordia. super me, insanam ob letum fortis sponsi et sociorum ejus. Moriar! Libera me a diris Danais. Aeneas: O omnipotens Juppiter. Hie jacet nobilis Coroebus et ibi Cassandra precatur, pressa vinculis. crinibus passis pulchris. nunc, praeda hostium. Utinam credidissemus! Flete, Trojani. flete. Louise C. Kelley, Elizabeth J. McDonald Page Thirty-two The Xavier Adrastus NE day I met a very dear school-chum, who was anxious for me to spend the night at his home. I was fond of him and of his father, so I readily m accepted the invitation. But let me assure you. dear Reader, it was an un-forgetable night. His sister, much younger than my friend, and a college girl at the time, had returned to her family for her week-end vacation, bringing a girl-chum with her. On nearing the house. Paul began to offer all kinds of apologies, when he remembered that the folks” had planned a theatre party. This, however, did not interfere with our enjoyment, for in the spacious library of the Degnan homestead. Paul and I brought to light the wild good times of college days. Even after retiring, we continued our rehearsal of the days that are now gone forever. At last Paul fell into a sound sleep, leaving me alone to think things over. Dozing lightly. I heard the great hall clock strike the unearthly hour of two A. M. Soon I was in a heavy sleep. Suddenly, I was greatly alarmed to find myself wide awake again. Why was this? I raised myself on my elbow to look at my friend: but he was apparently sound asleep. After lying awake a while, growing more perplexed with each successive moment, 1 was startled to hear some one running, barefooted down the corridor. screaming such shrieks as I had never heard before. But what alarmed me more was that Paul Degnan remained undisturbed, although I was positive that The Xacier Page Thirty-three it, whether human or spiritual, stood in front of our bedroom door for fully two minutes, with its unearthly sounds. Finally the situation became unbearable, and I aroused my friend, by no very gentle means, and demanded an explanation. “Oh! I forgot to tell you that Adrastus was liable to haunt the house at any moment of the night.” And with that, he turned his back to me and was snoring wildly in a second’s time. You may be sure I slept no more that night. The next morning, at family breakfast, when I sought an explanation, I was answered by a frightful scowl from everyone at the table: and the maid, with a whimper, hurried toward the kitchen. Undoubtedly, in my mind, she was the culprit of the night before. I hinted at leaving, but my friends insisted that I finish the week with them, and having no good reason for leaving, other than the ghost, I remained. All day long, I tried to learn something of the night's performance, but no one seemed able, or willing, to give me an explanation. Even Paul would give me no idea who Adrastus might be: so I retired, not a wiser, but a sadder man. Paul, as usual, fell asleep in a short time, leaving me to my fate. I listened and listened, in frightened expectation for my ghost of the night before. At exactly the same time, and in the same way. it raced the corridor. For a few minutes all was quiet again. Then I was so frightened by the rattling of the shutters and the doorknob, that I climbed over poor Paul, who yelled at me to Move over.” This I unconsciously did, trying to awaken him without speaking. But of course he spoke, yes, he yelled at me. “Pelkie,” he cried. “Move over, will you?” “Paul,” I whispered, frightened beyond description. “What is the matter with this house?” “Nothing.” he growled. “If you don't want to sleep, I do.” “It's not that, Paul,” I whispered. “Don’t talk so loud. I’m positive this house is haunted.”, “Good Heaven! You hearing things again, to-night?” “Yes.” Bang! Then a shrill scream. “Did you hear that, Paul?” “That’s only Adrastus. Go to sleep and keep still.” “Paul, tell me first who Adrastus is.” “Just Adrastus.” And turning his back, he began to snore loudly. Perhaps you can imagine my condition after two such nights of frightened sleeplessness. At breakfast, next morning, I announced my determination to leave the house that day, and to their questions as to the cause of my unreasonable departure, I gave their own answer, “Adrastus.” At this there was a burst of hearty laughter, in which all joined but myself. I could even hear the chef chuckling to himself after the others had finished. This was the limit: I could stand no more! “Paul!” I cried, when we two were alone once more. “What are you doing? Tell me whether this is a practical joke or not.” Page Thirty-four The Xavier “Victor Pelkie. I ask you this information,” replied my friend, sweeping me a low bow. “When could I have planned a practical joke on you, when your visit was unexpected?” “That’s what I can’t explain. Paul: but there's something wrong somewhere, and I must solve it.” “Perhaps if you stay a while longer, you will be able to solve it.” “Everyone in the house knows but me,” I answered. Here the telephone interrupted our conversation, and I am sure there was an expression of relief on Degnans face. Presently, he returned, and 1 yielded to his persuasion to stay one night more. That night I was extremely tired. We had spent the entire day exploring the scenes we used to haunt during our college vacations. Many times we came across Elnora Degnan. and her young friend. Olivette Conroy, tucked away in many of the crevices where Paul and I had sought refuge and quiet before them. Truly there was something wrong with Paul, for he remained quite pensive throughout the entire evening. Nor would he even condescend to say a few words when we were tucked in for the night, as we had done the two preceding nights. Of course, after being reassured by each member of the household that I would not be bothered by Adrastus’s unearthly and untimely noises. I expected a comfortable night. But. oh. dear Reader, do not desert me until I have finished the story of that horrible night. I fell into a profound slumber, and was dreaming pleasantly when—presto! I awoke with a start, to find the electric light, which was directly above me. boldly staring me in the face with its one eye. My friend laughed! I was first cold and clammy like death itself: and then, boiling hot with rage at that laugh—enough! As soon as I could think. I sat up in the bed. and seeing there was no one in the room but Paul and myself. I naturally supposed it was my bed-companion who had mercilessly awakened me by pushing a frozen hand down my back, and another on my face, the fingers so compressed that the nails left their prints. Turning angrily to Paul, I grasped him and accused him of it: but a moment later, I was forced to yield my death-like grip of Degnan: for two icy hands, one on my throat, the other across my eyes, forced the awful truth upon me. I he demon, or whatever it could have been, threw me back on my pillow, and before I could open my eyes, had disappeared. Another cruel laugh from Paul, and another attempt on my part to beat him: but with the same dire result. The third time, in the heat of my anger. I clutched my ghost, and held it fast. This resulted in the unearthly sound of ghost-like laughter and rattling of teeth. I clutched tighter, as a child clutches its mother in its fright, and. as I did the evil spirit loosened its grasp on me. The most natural thing. I suppose, was that which I did—looked my ghost in the face. Are you Adrastus?” I asked in a whisper, when I had summoned enough courage. The Xavier Page Thirty-five “Yes, I'm Adrastus, Adrastus, the ghost-like Adrastus, your Chef! “My song: “Oh, I'm Adrastus, so gay, so wild: In dismal nightly hour, I utter my unearthly shrieks. I race from hall to tower. Through all the day I bake and broil. In the kitchen just below; I scold and fume at the little maid. For often, she's too slow. I planned my pranks to cure the maids Of every superstition: They all feared ghost and fairy sprites With all their ammunition. And so when'er a stranger comes To stay with us o'er night, I make quite sure to cure him first Of “ghosty-whosty” fright. They told me you believed in ghosts. And I resolved a cure. I took this chance: I knew my pranks Your rescue would secure. So there you are, and there it is— My story true and mild: This is the only reason that Your nights have been so wild.” After this satisfactory explanation I heard my ghost scampering down the corridor, singing to a tune of his own weird composition: “Oh, I’m Adrastus, Adrastus. Adrastus. Yes. I’m Adrastus the Cook. Besides, I banish fear or fright Of seeing spirits walk at night. I race the house the whole night through. I vanish at the morning dew. My friends grow richer day by day. They’re cured of ghosts, I asked no pay.’’ Geraldine E. Seeley Page Thirty-six The Xavier The Mysterious Package IOME, cheer up. child. It isn’t like you to look so sad. Why. here you have your diploma, your honors, and a new car—everything. The fact g jjg of so successfully completing your course at the Academy should arouse in you great happiness.” I am happy. Mother, but that package which Father gave me has puzzled me. He forbade me opening it until he gave me permission. Oh. dear, suppose! I don’t dare think of it. And Father has left town, too.” In this mood we find Helen White on the evening of her graduation from High School. That very morning she had tasted all the enjoyments which Commencement brings. As the last rays of the June sun gilded her treasures, she found herself surrounded with everything that the heart could wish. In fact, she was happy; but the unusual action of her father—giving her a package and telling her not to open it then—surprised her. Presently, she betook herself to the veranda, and standing, statue-like, she allowed her mind to wander into pleasanter and brighter channels. But her dreams were interrupted by the approach of a young lady about her own age. She handed an envelope to Helen, and then courteously withdrew. In her bewilderment and anxiety. Helen did not recognize the familiar handwriting with which this envelope was addressed. “It bears my name,” she said. Ah. perhaps it is a message from Father.” True enough, it was a message from her father about the mysterious package. and it read:—“The contents of your package will cause you work, hard and laborious, mental work. You will spend wakeful nights. You must seek assistance everywhere if you hope to climb the boulders which will come in your way. Do not become discouraged. I have tried to place some means within your reach. I do want my Helen to succeed. Open your package at 3 P. M. to-morrow. I think I shall be home at that time.” A temptation stole into her soul as she folded the paper— What if I should open it now. before anyone sees me? Perhaps, it is something which I shall be displeased to have anyone see.” No. came the decided answer of her strong soul. But what if it be that examination I failed in last year, or the cartoon I drew of my music teacher? Both these incidents would displease my parents. I'm sure. Perhaps. Father found them among my books and wants to teach me a lesson—that I may not become proud in the midst of honor. Oh! it is hard to wait until 3 P. M. But I must obey.” Three o'clock the next afternoon found Helen quite agitated. On her arrival at the living room, she beheld the whole family awaiting her. An air of mystery seemed to prevail. With uncertain emotions, she took up the package and nervously loosened the string. As she tore off the cover, her lustrous eyes lit with the fire of joy, and she exclaimed: Oh, Mother, it is a copy of the International Cross-Word Puzzle, and a lovely Dictionary to help me work it out.” Juliette M. E. Croston The Xavier Page Thirty-seven Page Ninety-two IN the twilight, on a certain April evening, Rev. Father Murray was hearing the confessions of the afternoon's First Friday communicants. The jgggg communicants in St. Augustin's on First Friday were numerous: the children came in the afternoon and a few grown folks dropped in on their way from work at this time of the evening. When these few were diminished to six or eight. Rev. Father Murray opened the slide of the confessional and was surprised to find a boy standing instead of kneeling. He waited a moment, thinking perhaps the boy had just entered, but when the youngster did nothing but stare, Rev. Father Murray asked him what he was doing there. “I came in to see what you were doing.” he answered. Are you a Catholic?” asked the priest. No, Sir,” he replied. Then what made you come in?” I saw everybody coming in. boys, girls, old men. old women, and I didn't know what they got here.” So you didn’t want to miss anything, eh?” No, Sir, I come into the church quite often, but I never saw anyone in here before.” And do you want to know why they come, lad?” asked the kindly priest. “Yes. Sir, I do,” answered the boy. Call me ‘Father,’ boy, and wait in the church in the last seat, will you?” Yes. father, I’ll be there.” Fifteen minutes later Father Murray walked to the back of the church, and there sat his little friend. Come,” Father Murray said, “we ll go over to the Rectory.” Reaching the Rectory, Father Murray led his visitor into the parlor, saying, So you want to find out about our religion? What’s your name, my little friend ?” Charlie Brennan—Father.” How old are you?” Fifteen. Father.” Why, you're not very big for fifteen. I've got a boy on my football team, only fifteen, and he’s five 'foot' five.” Well. I’m hardly fifteen yet, my birthday is next Thursday.” Ha, ha! so that's it. Well, it does sound older to say fifteen minus a week than to say fourteen and eleven months. Have you a mother and father, Charlie?” I have a mother, but my father died when I was three weeks old. He was Page Thirty-eight I he Xavier a Catholic. I'd like to have known him: I'd be going to your Church if he lived: he had me baptized.” “Did he?” asked the priest very much interested. “And your mother—is she a non-Catholic?” “Yes, Father, she doesn’t belong to any Church and neither does my sister: but they don't mind me coming to services here as long as it's the same as the California Church, in which I was baptized. Catholic Churches are the same everywhere, aren’t they?” Yes. Charlie, they are all the same: Catholics, all over the world adore the One. True God, and are governed by the same laws. We all go to confession, just as you saw them go to-day. to receive pardon for our sins.” “Is that what they got. father? Who gave it to them, did you?” “Yes, when I go into the confessional I take the place of Christ and I have the power to forgive sins. Do you know Whom I mean, by Christ? Have you had any religious training?” “Well, Father,” Charlie answered, “I know every question in the little Catholic Catechism, as far as page ninety-two. I’ve heard sermons, too: I used to chum with Jim Carr, the boy who 'pitched’ on your baseball team before he moved to Boston. Jim’s mother made him study his catechism every afternoon for fifteen minutes. I’d have to wait for him, so I heard him answer questions, that’s how I learned. But he moved when we were at page ninety-two.” Father Murray questioned the boy and was astonished at his intelligence. He then dismissed him. with an invitation to return soon again. “May I come to-morrow, Father?” the boy asked eagerly. “Yes. come around to the ball ground, to-morrow, at four.” “Thank you. Father, I will.” And Charles Brennan left the Rectory. The next afternoon Father Murray was at the ball ground early, but not before his new friend, Charlie. Father Murray had been thinking a good deal about the young boy. the preceding night. He liked him very much. His wavy black hair, black eyes, and perfect, clear cut features would attract anyone: but the priest saw beyond all these, a beautiful soul like a flower in its early growth. As Father Murray and Charlie walked home together that Friday evening, they talked of religion, home, school, and baseball. At length Charlie asked, “May I prepare for First Communion with the o'.hci boys, this May. Father? I go to Mass every Sunday, now, and sometimes during the week.” “Does your mother know you come to church. Charlie?” asked the priest. “Yes, Father, she doesn’t mind if I come here, but she wouldn’t force me to come if I didn’t want to.” “Well, I think you may prepare for First Communion. Go to instructions in the chapel every Tuesday and Friday. On Wednesday, if you wish, come over to the Rectory, and we ll see what is in that little catechism after page ninety-two’.” The Xavier Page Thirty-nine On May first, Charlie received Holy Communion for the first time and a more devout boy could not be found anywhere. On this day. Father Murray told his pupil to promise the Sacred Heart that he would receive Holy Communion as often as possible, for the conversion of his mother and sister. Charlie promised that he would receive Holy Communion every Sunday and each First Friday in the years that followed. The years slipped by quickly, and it was soon time for Charlie to enter college. The summer after he graduated from high school, the Brennans did not go to their quiet mountain home, but to a beautiful summer resort where they enjoyed all the summer sports and social affairs. Mrs. Brennan, sitting on the veranda of the hotel, one afternoon, looked up and saw her two children coming toward her. rackets in hand and cheeks like roses, from the afternoon’s game of tennis. She gazed at them affectionately and noted, not for the first time, how different they were in appearance. Marie was a beautiful girl, very tall and slender, with curly golden hair and dark brown eyes, just her mother again. As she sat gazing at the approaching pair. Charlie threw back his head and laughed, and Mrs. Brennan heard the echo of the laugh that had won her heart twenty-five years before. Seeing their mother, the two ran up on the porch to tell her of the afternoon's game. “I won twelve games out of fifteen, Mother.” Charlie said; “and I only learned to play the week before last. My very learned teacher, here, told me that because I'm her little brother she let’s me win.” “That’s very generous of her,” the mother answered, smilingly. But now to something more serious. While I was waiting. I was just looking over the catalogues of our best colleges. You ought to know by this time where to go, son.” “I do mother, I want to go to a Catholic College. I'd like to study for the priesthood. I don't mind which college it is. perhaps St. Thomas' is the one nearest home.” Mrs. Brennan and her daughter looked at each other in astonishment. It was hard for this wealthy non-Catholic mother to give the son whom she loved above all else in this world to a religion, in which she held no part. Charlie Brennan had not been the best debater in the high school for naught: and, when his mother and sister found speech to voice their objections, he had arguments to combat all of them. Ten years later we find Charlie Brennan sitting in the last pew of a dark, beautiful Church. He is Father Charles Brennan, now. It is Saturday evening, just before the people come for Confession. As he sits there, he thinks of that other evening long ago. Was it Saturday? No, it was the night before First Friday.” Praise be to the Sacred Heart! Perhaps, if he had not gone into the Page Forty The Xavier confessional that night, he would not have become a priest. If that had been the case, would his mother be the fervent Catholic she is now? Would she have received Holy Communion for the first time on the anniversary of her son's ordination? Would his sister, on her deathbed, a few years ago. have been received into the Church? 1 h: people were gathering, now. T here were always a great many outside Father Brennan’s confessional, for the children loved him: and both old and young marvelled at his zeal, benevolence, and kindness. When the last confession had been heard and Father Brennan turned toward the sacristy, a young man. with a troubled face, confronted him. and said: “Father, will you spare a few minutes for a talk with me? I'd like to become a Catholic.” “I certainly will, but we must go outside, for the church closes at ten o’clock.” As he went to the sacristy and put away his stole,” he dropped to his knees and prayed for the conversion of this young man. He concluded, as he had many times before: “Sacred Heart of Jesus, help him as you once helped the youngster who knew as far as 'page ninety-two.’ ” Ethel C. Lough The Xavier Page Forty-one A Victory vlLEASE, Sister, let me have just one minute with you before I go.” And a | pair of beautiful blue eyes, glistening with tears, looked up pleadingly gggjy into Sister Marcella's face. Poor Judy! It would not be easy to refuse that request! But do not be long, or Mother will be impatient and perhaps think 1 am going to keep you for good and all,” Sister replied. The young girl lingered a moment. “Oh. Sister, it doesn’t seem four years does it, since I first came? How I have longed for this day, the day of my transplanting from the convent nursery, as Father Frasher called it, to the world. And now that it is here. I am afraid.” And Judy sighed as she looked at the nun’s calm, sweet face. Sister Marcella drew Judy lovingly to her. They were going to lose her: she was going to be emancipated from the happy, peaceful convent life, with its wise and gentle restraint, to go home, to be once more the spoiled darling of a society-loving mother, and without the strong guidance of a dear daddy: for Judy had lost her father when she was only a baby. Sister held her for a minute. offering up a prayer for the preservation of this precious bud. Judy, accompanied by Sister went to the reception room, where her mother awaited her. Mrs. Browning was a tall, slender woman, possessing that mysterious gift known as charm. Seeing the tear traces still on Judy's face, she took her hand with a smile. “What. Judy! tears, when the day has come for which my little girl used to long so much? Hurry, child, or we shall miss the express.” “You know. Sister, I believe Judy would just as soon stay!” “I think,” replied Sister, with a sweet smile, that God will not call Judy to our life. We cannot tell yet. of course, but it seems to me that she is a flower that will bloom best in the world.” “Don’t expect anything too good from me. Sister. I’m afraid I'm not likely to do anything very great.” And, trying to laugh to keep back a sob. Judy tore herself away from her beloved nun. and followed her mother out to the car that was to take them to the station, some three miles away. As they drove away, Judy remarked. “I wonder how it will look to me when I see it again? O. Mother, it is nice to be coming back to you!” And Judy gave a deep sigh. Her mother drew her closer, and told her of the wonderful trip to Europe she had planned, and of all the beautiful clothes she had bought for the journey. It was a perfect June day. Judy was seated in a steamer chair, gazing dreamingly over the vast expanse of sparkling water. She was watching, too. the groups of voyagers leaning against the rail, when her eyes lingered almost un- Paqe Forty-two The Xavier consciously, on a beautiful face. It was that of a gentleman a few yards away from her. “What a splendid face!” she thought. I never saw one like it before! It would do for the picture of a Crusader, or some chivalrous knight in armor: a shade too calm and scornful, perhaps, hardly fiery enough: but I don't know, it looks as if it could be fiery.” Judy went on dreaming, romantically, about the face of her first hero. After a time poor Judy resolutely kept her eyes from that part of the steamer where they had been led into the offense for which she was now blushing. She opened her neglected book and began to read. Looking up. she saw her mother advancing, accompanied by the very gentleman whom she had been admiring, her “Crusader.” her knight in armor.” Almost before Judy was aware of it. her mother was introducing the gentleman. Judy blushed, partly because of her natural school girl shyness, and partly because of the recollection of her own foolishness, as she called it. She would have been more confused, could she have known that that gentleman had, unseen, been watching her intently all the time, and that on learning that she was the daughter of charming Mrs. Browning, he had sought out that lady and requested an introduction to her daughter. It is quite a treat to find you here. Justin,” said Mrs. Browning after the introductions were over. “I thought you had sworn to stay on land for the rest of the season.” I must plead guilty of the weakness, if it is one, Mrs. Browning.” And Justin Sprague smiled, his smile enhancing the beauty of his countenance, relieving it of the somewhat scornful expression it wore in repose. “Well, Justin. I’ll forgive you,” and with a merry laugh. Mrs. Browning moved away gracefully. “This is your first voyage, is it not. Miss Browning?” Justin began, and the rich. low voice was so very kind and gentle that Judy's shy alarm vanished almost entirely. With her own engaging smile, she answered. Oh. yes. I only left srhool last spring.” “Well. then, you must find life, at the present, charming.” Yes,” answered Judy, “I am just beginning to realize that there is a great deal to learn in life, beside ‘Caesar’ and ‘Cicero’.” “Dear me. how did you ever manage to exist. Miss Browning, shut up in a convent, away from civilization?” “Oh. very easily, without any managing at all. Mr. Sprague. If you knew how sorry I was to leave it all!” “How I envy you!” and Justin Sprague looked serious as he tossed back the dark, somewhat long hair from his forehead. “I have been trying for the last ten years to find contentment like yours. I have travelled half the world but have not found it yet.” Something in his manner made Judy serious, too, and she said rather tim- The Xavier Page Forty-three idly, but with a gentle sympathy in her tone. “Perhaps, you go too far. I am sorry for you, Mr. Sprague: it must be dreadful for anyone to feel like that.” He looked at her so suddenly that Judy thought she had annoyed him: but he only said, very earnestly, “Thank you, Miss Browning. You are right. I know: but unfortunately, one does not always do what is best, at once; often one tries the wrong first. They were still talking when Mrs. Browning returned. “I shall have to scold you. Judy, if you persist in monopolizing Justin.” Her mother spoke merely in jest, but Judy blushed painfully. The young man saw her embarrassment, and relieved it. saying, with a smile. “Pardon me, Mrs. Browning, it is I who am to blame. I must apologize to Miss Browning for having kept her from reading. I am afraid I thought only of my own pleasure.” “Do not say so. please: indeed. I did not care about reading. said Judy, thanking him. “Then prove that you forgive me. Miss Browning, by seeing me soon again.” “We shall see a great deal of each other. Justin.” laughed Mrs. Browning. “Perhaps you will tire of your bargain before we return to New York.” “Oh. one never tires of a good bargain, Mrs. Browning. Au Revoir'.” he added, and he was gone, leaving mother and daughter together. “Justin asked to be introduced to you, dear. I assure you it is quite an honor. I have never mentioned him to you. because I thought he was so hopelessly out of our sphere, that it was no use making you wish to see him. Besides being so very attractive, he is also very wealthy. He is an only son, and I would seek his society. But. here is our room, dear. she said, as they stopped in front of an expensive suite. “Hurry, or we shall be late for dinner.” While dressing for dinner. Judy's thoughts were of Justin Sprague. She wondered what religion he professed. Instinctively, she knew he could not be a Catholic. “I dare say he has no religion at all,” she sighed. What a pity! Justin Sprague was not tiring of his bargain—at least it did not look that way. when the steamer had once more turned her prow homeward. Four months of Europe, and. as Justin said so often, four months in Paradise. It had been four months of Paradise for Judy. Could she ever forget the beauties of Venice: the catacombs of Rome, and all the glories of the Old World with Justin always at hand to share her delight.’’ She tried not to think continuously of Justin, but the task was a vain one. Mrs. Browning viewed the course of events with delight. Justin Sprague had at last been fairly conquered: and. sooner or later, Judy, little convent-bred Judy, would win the position so long coveted by many an older and prouder beauty. Page Forty-four The Xavier Judy had been dancing all the evening with Justin, but owing to the intense heat of the ball-room they had gone on deck. Justin, there is something I must ask you about.” I hope you are not going to begin asking for a bank account so soon.” he said, laughingly. It may seem a strange, unreasonable thing, Justin,” continued Judy, without looking up. but when—when we are married. I,—I can only be married by a priest, in a—Catholic Church.” Judy, listen to me!” And the expression on the proud features deepened to one of terrible pain. Knowing as I do the wretched system of superstition the Catholic religion is, in fact, all religions, could I consent to begin our married life in a religion I detest.” O, Justin! And with a sudden impulse, Judy drew away from him. But in that minute he loved her more than ever. Judy, if you love me. you will not permit any religion to separate us. I will be your slave in all else, if in this one thing you yield to me.” She looked up for a moment at the pale, proud face, contracted and convulsed now with its terrible entreaty. O, Justin, do not tempt me,” she cried in her agony. Ask me anything but that.” That is the only thing I do ask. and you refuse me.” And he turned away with a scornful compression of his haughty lips. Judy clasped her hands together as she lay on her bed. where she had thrown herself on coming from Justin, and prayed fervently that she might die that night—at that very hour, if possible, rather than yield to the temptation. Her heart had almost stopped beating, her hands were cold. The voice of conscience told her that she must choose between God and man. Here was a life problem, nay. more than a life problem, for her immortal soul was in the balance, and she had no one to help her. She knew that her mother would tell her she must marry Justin. She must not tell her mother until she had fought it out alone. But there was someone nearer than mother or sister, for the parting prayer of the good nun had not been in vain. The Planter would shield his Bud. With a sudden crash of thunder the storm that had been raging, broke. Judy seemed to feel a relief in the storm of nature around her. She wanted to shed tears, but could not. The huge monster of iron creaked and rolled under the raging storm. It seemed as if the whole world above had caught fire: great rivers of red lightning poured down the sky. Then came a more vivid light than any of the former: it blazed the sky from end to end, and at the same time there came a ripping, splitting crash of thunder. The door opened, and her mother, pale as death, stood before her. Judy! Judy!” she cried: but before Judy could reply there came another terrible crash—then darkness—and Judy had lost all. The Xavier Page Forty-Five “All which I took from thee I did but take, not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.” Over the same road by which only a year before, she had driven in the car beside her mother, Judy now rode again, but this time, alone. Then, she had looked forward with a child's anticipation to begin life: now, she was returning. happy to leave it, for a short time, at least. Back in the dear old convent, with Sister Marcella's arms protectingly around her, Judy told all: of the four happy months in Europe: of her short blissful love dream, and her rude awaken-ning: how she had almost decided to keep Justin at any cost: then the storm, the explosion which cost her the life of her mother and of Justin. Sister understood all, and Judy knew, she understood. They went into the little chapel and kneeling, as many a time before she had knelt, a happy, careless school girl, Judy offered a prayer for her dear ones, now. beyond all earthly care or sorrow. With bowed head and eyes glistening with tears, she whispered: “My Lord and my God!” Evelyn M. Pelrine 4 Page Forty-six The Xavier Dos Cartas Espanoles Boston, el 6 de Abril de 1925 Mi querida Emma. A1 fin he encontrado unos momentos para escribirle a Vd. Es un largo tiempo desde que Vd. ha oido de mi. Halla Vd. sus lecciones muy dificiles este ano? Vamos a tener pronto los examines, y entonces los ejercicios de graduacion. Se que le gustara a Vd. de oir acerca de mis lecciones. En Virgil,” Aeneas ha hallado la caverna de Ciclopes y hemos aprendido la fabula del volcan de Aetna. Es muy interesante. Ahora. por frances, leemos la tragedia de Athalie por Racine. Es la obra maestra de la poesia francesa. En ingles, estamos donde Hamlet mata al rey. y la reina bebe el veneno lo que el intentaba para Hamlet. Washington's Farewell Address gusta mas a todas las estudiantes. El periodo de espanol es el mejor. Tiene muchos felices momentos. Estudiamos El Capitan Veneno.” Leelo Vd. si Vd. tiene el tiempo. Vd. terminara la escuela pronto, verdad? Escriba a decirme como esta Vd. Le envie un pequeno regalo por su cumpleanos. Deseando a Vd. muchas felices retornos del dia. Quedo. Su sincera amiga Marie M. Cunningham Providencia, El 8 abril de 1925 Mi querida Maria. Cuan contenta estaba yo de recibir su carta y de enterarme de lo que pasaba en la escuela! Aunque hace menos de dos anos que estudio el esanol, estoy escribiendo en esa lengua. Sentia yo que Vd. no haya venido a la fiesta de mi cumpleanos. Quiero decirle que todo el mundo admiraba los panuelos de lino de Irlanda que Vd. me ha enviado. Se que le gustara a Vd. oir acerca de los muchas cosas hermosas que mis amigos me han regalado. Mi madre me dio un reloj de brazal de ultima moda y mi padre me regalo un paraguas de lo que el palo es muy de moda y hay lugar para grabar el nombre. Yo estoy ensenando una clase de la Doctrina Cristiana todos los domingos. Tengo los ninos que se preparan para la Santa Comunion. No podria yo responder a sus preguntas si no hubiera atendido una escuela catolica. Mis discipulos estan atentos a todas las instrucciones. Dcme saber cuando tendre el gusto de verle aaui. Quedo. Su amiga amantc Emma F. Coggeshall The Xavier Page Forty-seven Sept. Sept. Sept. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Oct. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Dec. Dec. Dec. Dec. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. Jan. 8. The thrill that comes once in a life time! Seniors! Seniors! Nos beatas! 18. Bon Jour, Mademoiselle, 24. Mercy Day tribute to Our Lady. 3. Good judgment in the election of class officers. 14. Reverend Father Byrne gives us a twofold treat. First—Characterization sketches, Richelieu”—superb. Second—His priestly talk on the well loved Little Flower.” 22. Presentation of The Silver Lining —Mirabile dictu! 27. The Hall in festive array. 29. The best Hallowe’en Party in the history of S. X. A. 31. The Blue and otherwise day! Reports! 4. Such a colorful array! Our distinctive ties proudly donned. 5. Attention! Sale of Tickets. 20-21. Annual Sale—1925’s Triumph. 24. Mother Superior honors us with a visit. We receive souvenirs in appreciation of our earnest work. 7. Class serenades physical culture teacher to the tune of Peggy O'Neil.” Classic!! 12. A wonderful debate! (So say we all)! Teachers and pupils of Bayview. our guests. 16. Can we believe our ears? Two weeks full of carefree time! 19. Sense and nonsense in Christmas Program. 5. Right to work, girls, must be our slogan! 6. O ease! did we ever offend thee? 7. Miss Callahan invites us to the Alumnae Reception. What an out- look! 12. The Cid so different from “Esther”! Withal, Chimene and Roderick win us. sterling worth in every verse. 15. Have you finished your supplementary reading, girls!” Page Forty-eight The Xavier Jan. 16. Jan. 20. Jan. 22. Jan. 23. Jan. 26. Feb. 5. Feb. 10. Feb. 12. Feb. 13. Feb. 20. Feb. 23. Mar. 3. Mar. 4. Mar. 5. Mar. 9. Mar. 12. Mar. 13. Mar. 24. Mar. 25. Mar. 26. Mar. 30. Apr. 2. Apr. 3. Apr. 6. Apr. 7. Apr. 15. Apr. 16. Apr. 17. Apr. 20. Our debut! Alumnae Reception. 2. P. M. French lessons from Victrola,” a fizzle. Exams! Nuff sed!” Mother M. Matthew’s kind invitation reached us during the pressure of exams. Some relief! Music is the language of the soul” was emphasized in the rendition of Rev. Father Donovan s selections. They were charmingly inspiring. Sale of Valentines increases Mission Fund.” Capitan Veneno’s age distresses the class. F-o-r-t-y!! Horrors! Holiday announced. What bliss can equal ours? St. Valentine’s—a gala” time! Bitter Sweets! Indulging in Terpsichorean whirls. Disperse, ye rebels! Seniors! “watch the birdie.” S. X. A.’s quartet advertises Woolworth’s hosiery.” Rev. Father Forrest gives illustrated and interesting lecture on Foreign Mission Work. A minor consideration! Gray Stockings! The reputed Dr. James Walsh with us. He greatly amused us. Anniversary of our school, patron. St. Francis Xavier. Pupils enjoyed Seniors Mission Play.” Mrs. Meade talks on World Problems” to the students. Any girl who has not spoken, stand. Who responds? All themes on Holy Year” due to-day. Station M. F. J. broadcasts that Eli Whitney invented the steamboat. Every day brings its modicum of knowledge! To be or not to be”—caps and gowns. Yes? No-o-o-! “The Xavier” chief topic of discussion. “Why so wroth?” “Ads come slowly, but. we hope, surely. Ghost of surprise! M. W. appears on time for English! Gong is not loud enough. Astronomy test—O ye Stars! Ye Constellations!! Easter vacation over and now for real study. Photographer arrives. Great hubble-bubble! See the dignity of the editorial staff! Looking forward to Retreat Lift. O Christians, lift thine eyes, to thy home above the skies.” Our efforts are ended. Our way we have wended. The Xavier is finished to-day. Alice R. Monahan The Xavier Page Forty-nine The Little Flower She called herself His “Little Flower;” Her one thought was a wish sublime: To blossom in the sacred bower Of Jesus’ Heart. O love, divine! Her earthly years.—scarce twenty-three— But who can reckon those of grace? Her short life, one long ecstasy To gaze on Jesus’ Sacred Face. The seeds of sanctity were sown By little deeds of ardent love; Her sweet existence scarce was known, Save in the cloister, and above. “I'll spend my heavenly days,” she said, “In doing good to earth below; Yes, “When my soul to heaven has fled, A shower of roses I’ll bestow.” So now the name of Teresa Blessed In reverence rings from shore to shore; Her praise is sung from East to West, And shall be sung ftorever more. O happy day of hallowed year, Our fondest hopes were realized: In Mary’s month, our Little Flower Bloomed, fairest, midst the canonized. O Flower, in Christ’s garden fair, Increase our fervor day by day; To Love as you loved is our prayer,— We long to know your Little Way.” Alice R. Monahan Page Fifty The Xavier The Hallowed Spot of Lisieux IURING this great year of pilgrimages, a certain little Norman town unceasingly intones its message of love. Lisieux, the second Lourdes, the synonym of Our Lady’s City, the very product of Her Sanctity, beckons to us. This town, the proud possessor of the Convent Home of our beloved “Little Flower” is rich in its possession. Therefore, is it not worthy of the recognition of modern pilgrims? Today, Corinthian columns stand in austere command above the artistic pillars throughout the poverty-stricken Carmelite Chapel of yesterday. In an enhancing corner, surrounded by flowers, an exquisite state of Little Theresa invitingly implores the visitors for love—the great love of innocence. Within this spacious chapel we find four minor ones, the gifts of the sister nations,— America, France, and Ireland. As their inscriptions tell, they are dedicated to St. Theresa, St. Michael, St. John of the Cross, and St. Joseph. Scotland, Jamaica, and Panama chose to show their gratitude through painted windows, portraying Theresa receiving her father’s blessing on the day she received the habit, and her infinite simplicity as she knelt at the feet of Pope Leo XIII. These, together with the altars dedicated to the Holy Face” and the “Child Jesus,” stand as concrete pleas for the greater glory of their spouse, Little Theresa.” Above the numerous illuminated arches rests what seems the most sublime of tributes, M. Alliot’s “Apotheosis.” This picture elevates Theresa to the sphere of her God. There at the summit of a broken mountain, surrounded by clouds of grace. Our Blessed Mother and her Holy Infant remain at the foot of the cross. From heaven, itself, the Holy Spirit enfolds His robes about this Group, and waits to accept one more beneath their shelter, the Little Flower. As Theresa reaches the Feet of her divine Spouse, she stretches one hand towards us, the lax world, while the thought expressed in her eyes is revealed by the words engraved around the “Apotheosis,” “Je veux passer mon ciel a faire du bien sur la terre.” In a similar manner each nook and corner of the chapel vividly exposes its significance until the shrine, itself, comes into view. There, within a glass case an image of Theresa shows her in her glory. Having passed her great trials and little joys of earth, she lies in that sleep which only God may bestow. The Carmelite robe, of heavy serge, is transformed, and heaven shows us pallets of straw and coarse material in their true beauty. “Love has triumphed,” and, in a rich velvet robe on a bed of blue brocade, our Little Flower sleeps. From here, we travel on through scenes of wonder and of love, until we reach the Benedictine Abbey, the place in which Theresa received her first Holy Communion. In this chapel, the treasures of her childhood are preserved. The Xavier Page Fifty-one Traveling on to the Martin homestead, now possessed by the Carmelite Convent, we see the rooms which held so much consolation for the motherless Little Flower, the same toys that delighted her. the same garden which was the open Church containing her little altars. From these living monuments of Lisieux, we pass on to the homes of the hallowed dead. In the Carmelite cemetery, hidden among poplars, each final resting place is marked by a plain cross, symbolic, indeed, of the one they have just laid down. The end of one of these rows brings us to the end of our pilgrimage: here we find the Little Flower” surrounded, in death, by an air of conquest. As we depart from this blessed Norman town do we not see Little Theresa's sanctity within our grasp, are we not bidden to a higher sphere, does not the charm of Lourdes appear in yet another form? Who would like to visit, revisit, even live, within the merciful arms of Lisieux, the second Lourdes. Lisieux which grew under the protection of Lourdes? M. Josephine Feeley 4 Page Fifty-livo I he Xavier Mothers' Day N recent years there has originated the beautiful custom of setting aside one day of every year as “Mothers' Day.” Of the many observances we have, none appeals more strongly than this. Surely out of 365 days it is fitting that we should have one day on which we may publicly show our love and reverence for our Mother. We can do this by sending her a letter or a card, by giving her some little gift, as a sign that we appreciate her thoughtfulness and her many acts of kindness for us. On this day. in her honor, we can wear a white carnation, a fit emblem of true Mother love —sweet and pure and lasting. We must all remember that without her. home would seem dreary and unhappy. Her smiling face, as she bids us good-bye in the morning, remains with us all the day. Friends may unthinkingly wound us, difficulties may arise that irritate us, all the world may seem against us. but deep in our hearts we know that Mother will understand, and will soon find the “silver lining.'' The immortal Lincoln says, “All that f am. or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” And in the same spirit. John Quincy Adams. All that I am. my mother made me.” Again the renowned Napoleon: “Let France have good mothers and she will have good sons.” So we might continue quoting, we might fill page after page with such acknowledgments from all countries and from all times; for men of all ages have recognized a Mother's worth, and have paid homage to it. Shall we sit idly and applaud them without making any effort on our part to do likewise? No, decidedly, no! L.et us make the second Sunday in May, the day set apart for this purpose, a real Mothers' Day. As Catholics, can we not receive Holy Communion, and let the pure white carnation, which marks the observance of the day. be but a symbol of the purity of heart which we implored from the Heart of Hearts at the Eucharistic Banquet, and of the gifts which we implored for our dearest of earthly friends—our Mother. Margaret M. LaCroix The Xavier Page Fifty-three The Club Discusses The Deserted Village ONE-ACT PLAY Scene: A spacious upper chamber in the Turk's Head Club, London. In the middle of the room stands a large, highly polished table upon which are placed tall candelabra, holding great waxen candles, which serve to illuminate the chamber with their mellow glow. Gathered about the table are a group of members of the Literary Club,” which comprised the most talented men of those days. Characters: Samuel Johnson, eminent writer and presiding officer of the Club. Edmund Burke, most famous orator and debater of his time. Sir Joshua Reynolds, a painter of great note, friend and confident of Johnson and Goldsmith. Garrick: leading play actor and greatest mimic of his time. Goldsmith: Author of The Traveler, “The Deserted Village and other well received poems. Gibbons: well-known historian. Thomas Gray: Author of the famous “Elegy.” Boswell: Shadow and biographer of Johnson. Time: About 1770. Johnson: (to the assembled members) What shall be the topic of discussion this evening, gentlemen?” Sir Joshua: In view of the fact that Doctor Goldsmith has finished his poem, I feel certain that the other members, as well as I, would take pleasure in hearing it.” Burke: “Yes, Sir. Read it. Doctor Goldsmith. I am sure you have ex- pressed some excellent ideas upon the political economy of such a subject.” Garrick: Perhaps the learned Doctor has written a new character for me to display upon the strand.” Goldsmith: My dear friends, replying to your requests, I will read my humble poem, ‘The Deserted Village,’ an$l when I have concluded, I beg of you, give me your frank criticisms.” Johnson: You may be sure that we will: proceed, Oliver.” (Gold- smith finishes the reading of his masterpiece. A burst of applause resounds through the large room.) Johnson: (jumping to his feet) You have created a noble work. Doctor, a work which will endear itself and its author to the future as well as to the present generations. From the inmost recesses of my heart, Goldsmith, I congratulate you.” Page Fifty-four The Xavier Goldsmith: “I thank you. Doctor, for your kind words, and since they come from such an eminent personage, I value them highly.” Boswell: (aside to Johnson) “Do you really think it is a noble work. Doctor Johnson?” Johnson: (crushingly) ‘‘My dear Boswell, when I choose to express my opinion, I do so candidly.” Sir Joshua: (excitedly) “Oliver, your poem has given me an inspiration for a picture, depicting the fate of the inhabitants of such a village. I will, in turn, dedicate it to you.” Goldsmith: (then turning to Garrick) “Pray, Garrick, what shall we call such a picture?” Garrick: “Call it-----call it— Resignation,” for I am resigned to my present character, since your poem. Goldsmith, affords no outlet for my mimicry.” Johnson: (to Burke) “Come, let us hear from you, Burke, surely such an occasion merits a fiery oration.” Burke: “Yes, Doctor Johnson, the poem embodies great feeling and vivid atmosphere: but I disagree with Doctor Goldsmith's theory ‘that in a land where wealth accumulates, men decay.’ I can see no reason for that statement. It is against reasonable reasoning.” Gray: (springing to his feet) Burke, Goldsmith is a poet, you are a statesman and a political thinker like Gibbons, over yonder. Goldsmith sees the heartaches of the departing villagers, while your eyes look only upon the advantage such an invasion of commerce adds to the ‘per capita.’ ” Burke: (after thoughtful consideration) “I see your point, my dear Gray, and I withdraw any objections. I join with the others in extending my congratulations.” (Clock upon the Building of Parliament booms two A. M.) Garrick: (starting up) “Why, gentlemen, it is past midnight: pray, let us disband, before Mrs. Garrick sends the town crier to summon Mr. Garrick home.” Johnson: “You have at last expressed a sensible thought, Garrick: but. before we depart, allow me, as presiding master, to offer a toast to Doctor Goldsmith in recognition of his work which will excite favorable comment from the readers of literature.” (Here all drink a toast to the author of “The Deserted Village.”) Sir Joshua: (in conclusion) “And permit me, gentlemen, to offer you my hospitality in a fortnight, at which time I shall show you the sketching of ‘Resignation.’ ” Garrick: “And so one great work begot another.” (Exeunt) Elizabeth J. McDonald The Xavier Page Fifty-five ■ Poetic Buds A SONNET Does Alma Mater love you. Children dear? Oh, kindly listen, I'll recount the ways:— As rose-buds love the sun's caressing rays: As childhood loves the springtime of the year: As sailors love the sea with ne’er a fear: As poets love sweet nature’s grand displays: As reapers glean the golden grain they raise: That’s how I love, and wish to shield you. dear. ♦ In after-days, O loved ones, let me be A peaceful refuge for a weary heart: A haven where a mother’s love so true. Will wait for and will gladly welcome thee. Take Alma Mater’s blessing, e’er we part. And keep for me a loyal heart. Adieu. Dorothy G. O'Brien Page Fifty-six The Xavier THE CHAPEL Beneath the calm and heavenly skies, The chapel of St. Xavier's lies. Not too large, or not too small. Yet therein there's room for all. This chapel like the manger, old, We treasure far. far more than gold. Mary A. Kelly MY CLASSMATE I hold my classmate dear, and so I'll make myself worthy for her to know: I want to be sure, as the years roll by. That we are true friends, my classmate and I. I want her to feel, in the course of time. That she has been cheered by some act of mine. I want to befriend her whenever I may. I want to defend her in friendship’s sweet way. She has known me four years of our school days here. And I want her to treasure that memory dear; And I don't want her school-day-dreams clouded, you see By unpleasant things done or said by me. If I have been thoughtless in word or in deed. And caused her to suffer without any need. I hope she will pardon my faults graciously— And think of my virtues, few though they be. In thinking of me. I want her to say, A real friend I found at dear S. X. A.” S. X. A. taught us honor again and again, Let us prove that the lesson was not taught in vain! So. finally, then I say fervently:— Whatever they do. and wherever they be. May each classmate dear, of the seventy-seven. Find joy and success 'til we all meet in heaven! Alice R. Monahan MOTHER Dearer than all is my Mother true. The sweetest friend I ever knew: With affection rare and a heart so kind— Never another like her I’ll find. The Xavter Page Fifty-seven However great her sorrow may be, Or the heavy tasks she has borne for me, She ever proves her devotion and love,— Strength is given from Heaven above. Soft as a gentle voice from God. She sweetly smoothed the road I trod: How often in my soul I've heard, Be kind, my child, in thought and word. Through all my joys. I fervently pray, And e’en when sorrow darkens the day. My heart-felt thanks I waft in prayer,— May she the bliss of Heaven share!” Catherine V. Murphy NEVER When years are many, and days grow short, When duties leave no time for sport, When labor claims us all the day. Shall we forget our S. X. A.? Never! When fortune comes and we are glad, Or bitter trials make us sad, When all the world seems but a tool, Shall we lose sight of our dear school? Never! Can we forget our Chapel dear. That echoed daily, “Christ is near;” Can we forget the moments spent. Before the Blessed Sacrament? Never! Forget the place our hearts loved best? Our Teachers, different frpm the rest? The Zeal that poured out heavenly dew To make us holy, kind and true? Never! Forget! Ah. No! Long years, a bond, Affections deep will grow more fond, And at the end of life's long day Our hearts will echo—S. X. A.! Margaret T. Jordan Page Fifty-eight The Xavier The Xavier TO OUR TEACHERS School days are ending. The road is bending. On towards the day when we must part: Sisters, remember. Each loyal member. Who from these walls must soon depart, Will cherish a yearning. To be returning To you, whose love will e'er impart Sweet mem’ries olden. Of days all golden, Spent here with you in the school of our heart. Dear Sisters, never Shall distance sever Our loyal, loving hearts from you. Your lessons clearly taught. Manners so sweetly wrought, Mirror God's beauty, so wondrously true. Not life's long years. Not hopes, nor fears. Shall ever wrest our hearts away. Through care or pleasure This prayer we ll treasure. “God bless our dear teachers at S. X. A.!” Dorothy G. O’Brien NO MORE Old days, far days, Lost in mist and rain: Days of happy memories, Ne’er to come again. Glad days, sad days. With good friends and true, When the years have come between We'll look back to you. Olden days, golden days. Treasures, rich in lore: Days within these hallowed walls. Gone, to come no more. Catherine M. Loveless Page Fifty-nine MEMORIES OF SAINT XAVIER'S In the city's busy center 'Mid the trees and shrubs of green. Stands the Convent of St. Xavier's Place of holiness serene. There, within its dear enclosure. We have spent four happy years. Blessed with girlhood's sweetest friendships Free from sorrow, pain, or tears. Oh! the mem'ry it awakens Shines like sun’s bright rays at noon. But our vesper-bell is ringing— Must we all depart so soon? Yes! ah yes! but when life’s billows Dash upon the troubled shore. Alma Mater, dear St. Xavier’s. We shall love thee, all the more! Mary E. Griffin THE TREASURE OF THE HOME Richer than wealth is a baby's smile, 'Mid all the joy of innocence, while She plays with her toes, as the time goes by. Though mother is busy, she always is nigh. Richer than gems is the baby’s look, As she peeps from out a tiny nook; The blessing of God to a family,—this. Love is cemented by baby’s soft kiss. Is it not true that where love abounds Joy holds strong sway and laughter resounds? Though sorrow's shadow may pass the door. It will but make us love God the more. Richer than all is the mother's smile As she fondly caresses her darling, while She breathes a prayer to the God who gave The little one life,—that soul to save. Margaret A. Conneely Page Sixty The Xavier SPRING Violets lift their tiny heads From out their soft and mossy beds,— The blades of grass come creeping near, And robin chirps,—“Sweet Spring is here.” The yellow daffodils are seen With stately tulips in between. The little brook with waters clear, Seems soft to murmer, Spring is here.” The lilacs with their blossoms white, And purple, make a pretty sight: The song birds call from far and near, They all repeat,—“Sweet Spring is here.” The happy children run and play, And sing their songs so bright and gay. 'Tis joy they find in ev’rything: These are the signs that welcome Spring. Anna A. Gorman TREASURES We’d not give them up for an Emperor, We'd not give them up for a King. They’re ours, dear Seniors, forever. And oh, what joy they will bring! They'll stay with us always, dear Seniors, And cling to us day after day. There’s nothing quite equal in value, To the mem’ries of S. X. A. Mary A. McGarry YOUTH O Youth! thou glorious springtime of our life, When bold adventure lurks in every flower. When fancy rears up castles without strife, And blithely makes us rich in fame and power: Thou art the time when minds are in the mould. When we must fix the goal we would attain: For life is all. too short, we soon grow old— Without a guiding star we live in vain. So. while we gaily dance and fondly dream Of brilliant futures, battles fought and won. The Xavier Page Sixty-one Through airy mists must ever shine the gleam, Through which our life is daily spun; Thus only will our happy dreams come true Will fortune, fame, and power be our due. Anna M. Phelan THE RED CROSS BANNER We worked for the Red Cross Banner For four consecutive years; Not the name of selling the most, Not for the honor, in order to boast: But for the pathos of it all In answer to a worthy call. We’ve won the Red Cross Banner For four successive years. Sold seals in the same old manner; The cause is one for tears. We prize our Red Cross Banner Which hangs high in our hall; For the story of love, of Christian love. It echoes from the wall. Margaret M. Sweeney THE BROOK Beyond a drear, neglected field In which no trees, the flowerlets shield. There is a quiet, peaceful nook Through which there flows a babbling brook. This rivulet I dearly love, Away from noise and storms above; I gaze in thoughts out thro’ the air. And joys and sorrows change to Pray'r. A place where zephrs soft atid mild. Refresh the trees and meadows wild; It’s flowing gently, night and day And lends sweet music all the way. O Brook, and nook, so quiet, still. Beneath the turmoil on the hill: Run on to turn the miller’s mill, And thus, fulfill your Maker’s Will! Elizabeth M. Kelly Page Sixty-two The Xavier SUMMER The sunshine falls on country walls, And tiny cots, abodes of pleasure: The snowy clouds, built up in crowds Drift slowly by in rhythmic measure. On, Summer, on! let’s hear the bee's low humming! On, Summer! Zephyrs, answer! coming, coming, coming. O come and hear! and list, how clear Upon the air are breezes ringing! O sweet and low! the chirpings go Of birds, the sign of summer, winging! Sing! this new life sets all nature humming! Come, summer! Zephyrs, answer! coming, coming, coming. The green buds peep from beds of sleep, The dandelions bloom mid grasses; The violets shy, all soon will lie In beauty, on the hills in masses. Come, summer, come! set the young bees a-humming! Come, summer! Zephyrs, answer! coming, coming, coming. Eileen V. Kelley A THOUGHT The years we’ve passed at S. X. A., We’ll always hold in memory; As years when hearts were young and gay, And sorrow but a reverie. But ah, too quickly they have sped. Too full for us to note their flight: Yet ever upward they have led Their goal, deep mysteries to light. Mary E. McGrath HOME There’s a place I'll cherish ever In my heart, and it will never. Never cease to be the one dear spot I’ll always love the best. Not a lordly mansion is it. Just a peaceful home with love, lit. Where the members and their friends may come to seek a place of rest. There the loved ones always gather In the dusk, and I would rather Be with them alone, than in the grandest castle ever found. For one’s faults are there forgiven, And all fears are from one driven. In that happy haven, home, where sincere love and trust abound. Edna B. Keenan Page Sixty-three The Xavier THE ALUMNA There’s a place I think of daily. Where right merrily and gaily. Many hours in joy and gladness e'en in mischief We took part: And to-day my heart is yearning. And my mem'ry's backward turning. To those pleasant days of frolic with the friends dear To my heart. And I often fondly ponder. O’er the times when we would wander To the Chapel, humbly praying in the days Of sweet Retreat. All my life I'll cherish dearly Three short days, they came but yearly. When we begged Our Lord and Lady all through life to Guide our feet. On the day of graduation Tho it meant our separation. All the girls seemed happy in the thought of Duties done. Though in life I may not meet them. I still hope in Heaven to greet them All together once again, when our victorious Fight is won. Alice R. Monahan PARTING Our graduation day has come. The saddest of the year:” Tis time for us to say good-bye To those we love so dear. Four years ago we entered The school, which now we leave: The hearts that then were happy. Oh. now. how much they grieve With thoughts of that approaching day. The day we leave dear S. X. A. Mary R. Golden Page Sixty-four The Xavier Our Big Three When it is known that Our Big Three is an expression applied to our three foremost Catholic Novelists, and when it is further known that these three novelists are priests, our title may appear somewhat irreverent. Irreverence, however, is far. very far from our meaning. The title is rather a boast, a laudable boast, a glory, that we. as Catholics, may claim three such representative novelists as those who form the triumvirate—Canon Patrick A. Sheehan. Mon-signor Robert Hugh Benson, and Monsignor Bickerstaffe-Drew, better known as John Ayscough. The novel, in its beginning was void of any element that might elevate or ennoble. And so it remained until the nineteenth century, when such writers as Burney. Dickens, Scott, and Thackeray raised it to a respectable position. Many Catholic writers of that time tried to improve, yet further, the reputation of the novel, but in the design of Providence, their success lay in their failure. And the glory of giving to the world the first modern Catholic novel was reserved for Ireland’s Priest and Scholar. Canon A. Sheehan. This first novel was Geoffrey Austin.” published in 1895. But although Canon Sheehan holds the honor of the first place in publication, he must yield in quantity to that phenomenon of energy. Monsignor Benson: who, in turn, is forced to pass the laurel of quality to Monsignor Bickerstaffe-Drew. John Ayscough. Critics maintain that John Ayscough’s Monksbridge” ranks second in the list of modern historical novels, if Thackeray’s “Henry Esmond is first. The writings of Our Big Three present many points of similarity, as well as many marked differences. To say that Canon Sheehan is Irish is but another way of saying that he possesses wit and humor; and surprisingly close to him in the possession of this gift is John Ayscough. But why any cause for surprise. when we recall that he. too. is Celtic? Monsignor Benson lacks the wit and humor of his two brother writers, but its absence is somewhat atoned for by his droll English irony. Canon Sheehan is the most natural of this group of priest-authors. His pages reveal what is dearest to his heart—things Irish and things Catholic. John Ayscough is too often not natural, but he saves himself by his fine sense of humor. Monsignor Benson’s lack of Catholic naturalness may be explained by the fact of his embracing our faith at a rather mature age. His friendships, even after conversion, were largely non-Catholic: hence the unnatural touch in dealing with things Catholic is clearly discernible in all his works. Another marked difference in these three writers is clearly evident in their portrayal of home life. Neither John Ayscough nor Monsignor Benson has ever given us a normal Catholic home—a home with a devoted father, a self-sacrificing mother, and a household of romping children. They give us the con- The Xavier Page Sixty-five ventional, aristocratic home—not the home of real Catholic atmosphere. But in Canon Sheehan’s homes, a loving mother and a hard working father preside over a dozen happy little ones, and show them the way to heaven and to God. We have briefly contrasted our three writers regarding humor, naturalness, and Catholic atmosphere: but when we wish to consider the question of description. it is almost impossible to place one either above or below the others. All are lovers of nature, as is every refined soul, hence all are masters of description. This descriptive power is best seen in character portrayal. Each one was. of course, especially fitted for the delineation of character by his very vocation. This it is that makes them so spiritual, so sympathetic, in one word, so priestly. If. however, character analysis were to be the criterion. Monsignor Benson would take first place among our three great priestly novelists. And now one might ask. what is the cause of the differences we have noted in these three eminent writers, each of whom has the same end in view in giving his time to novel-writing? We may answer:—their literary aims, which were radically dissimilar. Canon Sheehan's motive is a national one: John Ayscough's, a social or a political one: Monsignor Benson's, always and openly, a religious one. Canon Sheehan used his pen to warn his people of materialism and its bitter consequences: John Ayscough calls souls to God through the path of tender love and mercy, rather than through dark shadows: Monsignor Benson, gratefully happy in the possession of his God-given faith, used his pen to show to others the beauty of that faith, to reveal to them “what things God hath prepared for those who love Him.” In concluding this brief theme let us urge our readers to study—not Sheehan, not Ayscough, not Benson, but Sheehan and Ayscough and Benson: for, though each has a special message to give to us, it is only when we have read the pages of all three that we fully realize the lasting benefit we possess in the Modern Catholic Novel. Rosemary T. McCarthy 4 Page Sixty-six 7 he Xavier The Golden Jubilee of a Standard Catholic Magazine x S there a Catholic home in our land that does not welcome the weekly arrival of that standard Catholic magazine. “The Ave Maria ? Its every line seems to read, “Sanctity and Scholarship are compatible.” Its message is couched in such perfect style, such correct form, such faultless structure that critics unanimously agree in proclaiming it a standard Catholic Magazine. Fifty years ago the “Ave Maria” was started as an experiment, in consequence of a gift of the Empress Eugenie. Who undertook the work, who labored untiringly for its progress and development, who rejoices to-day in the glorious achievement of the humble beginnings? Who? The Dean of American Catholic Editors, the Reverend Daniel E. Hudson, C. S. C. Rev. Father Hudson went to the West from Boston, where he had been personally and intimately acquainted with the literary men of the day, Longfellow, Ticknor, and others. His ambition was to labor as an Indian missionary. but after his Ordination, his Superiors appointed him editor of the new magazine about to be published, an appointment for which we must ever render sincere thanks. The beginning was a period of struggle, but the right man had been placed at the wheel. Father Hudson went personally to introduce and acquaint himself with the poets and writers of the day. Gradually, the very best American Catholic Literature found its way to the pages of the “Ave Maria.” “Ave readers have long been familiarly acquainted with such writers as Father Tabb, Maurice Francis Egan, Louise Imogen Guiney, Shane Leslie. Charless Warren Stoddard. English learning and ability were welcomed, too, and contributions of lasting fame were received. But, by far. the most distinctive part of the magazine is the section of “Note and Comment,” written for the most part by Father Hudson himself. The wisdom, humor, and deep spirituality of this department claim first attention from the greater number of readers, who are richly rewarded and enlightened by the study of these editorials. The advancement of the “Ave Maria” has been so great during the past half century that it is now world-famous; it is quoted by the most distinguished people, it is a treasure of the Catholic home. It is most fitting, then, this time of the Golden Jubilee of the publication of the magazine, that we offer our prayers and our congratulations to the great man who has so admirably carried on the noble work: and that we return thanks to God for granting Father Hudson fifty golden years in which so nobly to enrich our minds and our hearts through the pages of his standard Catholic magazine, “The Ave Maria.” Mildred A. Fitzpatrick 7 he Xavier Page Sixty-seven A Journey Through Bookland © OOKLAND is not a far and distant clime—it is near, only a fairy league away. Yet to some its gardens and its battlefields might be as distant as Olympian heights or Stygian vales. The mystic span that stretches from the every-day earth to Bookland is but a slender thread of fancy, a cobwebby bridge that only a favored few can weave— a bridge from dreamland. How and from where do we leave to reach Bookland? What baggage do we carry, and who travels with us? The answer is simple. The starting point is where we will—in a sylvan grove beneath a hoary apple tree in which birds make their rendezvous.” or beside red embers that leap upward like glowworms through the gloom and fall like leaves at autumn’s breath. We start our journey by just slipping away over a river of misty light” into a land of fancy. And our baggage? It is but a pilgrim’s staff and a bundle of dreams, for we journey along through a mystical land, and we travel with peace and quiet. As I write of the fairyland I love so well, a verse of Father Faber's tries to steal my dreams from me. It runs as follows: ‘Talk not of books! Thou hast not been with me, Free and bareheaded where the wind is wildest: Lifting its loud voice on the tumbling sea: Or riding fast o’er Loughrigg’s many knolls. No, nor when ebon night’s dread power is wildest. No, Reverend Father, I have not been with you, but like you, I love “The hill, the pines, the hundred foamy streams” that make the kingdom of nature. Often, when my world is bounded by narrower walls than The spacious firmament” my cheeks have been cooled by quiet breezes from brooks that “Chatter, chatter as they flow to join the brimming river,” through the leaves of a bookish forest. And when eventide purples the hill and shadows the meadow, I turn in prayer to the Father of all in ev'ry age, in ev’ry clime ador’d,” and find in this book a benediction fitting to the hour; or I read of Thy clear shining, Sweet Star of the Sea” when The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.” And when the elements!hurl rivers of trickling drops against the window pane, the stormy wind finds echo in the Tales of struggles fierce and wild,” amid the din of thunder clouds, I hear the cry of Roderich Vich Alpine dhu ho! ieroe!”; or, perchance, of Marmion,” or King Henry of Navarre.” And then, in gentler hour, when “We pour upon the brooks that babble by,” a nature lover as Bryant or Wordsworth will sing a pastoral lay for us, or the grave and noble Milton will people the woods with his Comus.” Or perhaps Lord Tennyson will transport us to the court of Arthur and sing of Lancelot and The meek Sir Percival.” or Merlin’s witchery and Guinevere’s pride: or Page Sixty-eight The Xavier with “Lalla Rookh” we may, accompanied by Moore’s lyre, visit the golden Orient and learn to love the Peri and the Houri, to sit at old Omar’s knee listening to his lay and learn to love and pity him. Or else Lord Byron will teach us to Welcome the dark blue waves and seek with him the sea that envied Shelly, or to kneel at the tomb of Keats. Whose name was writ in water,” but is, nevertheless, indelibly imprinted on the sands of our hearts. And then a billow, rolling backward, will bring us to the banks of Ayr,” to “Sweet Afton’s” noble bard. From there a nightingale in England’s forest will call us back and leave us enthralled by the genius of a Shakespeare, the charm of a Montgomery; or perhaps. “The Princess of Poetry” will sing of “Gallant knights and true,” while Erin’s sons bewail their stricken mother. But even here, we may not linger long, for each breeze calls us westward to a land with far mightier waters than Faber’s “tumbling sea.” a land “where milder moons emparadise the night with fairer evenings than where his nights are mildest.” For, oh, when your heart is weary learn from our prince of songsters that “. . . many and many a year ago. In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee,” and learn to love her as he did, and to be consoled by this thought of a love whose radiance beams even beyond the grim Portals, we call Death.” Then talk, yes, love books! Hear the . . tintinabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells. Bells, bells, bells—” From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells:” hear it through the wilderness of your fancy. And then, when you love books, bless the books that first taught you of “the breath of Autumn’s being.” Oh, if you have journeyed through the fascinating land of books, the dreary stretch of country road is peopled with friendly visitors,—with the well-known ghosts of Hiawatha and Minnehaha, with Lord and Lady, and with tiny folk. Oh, the pot of gold” at the rainbow’s end is surely worth the journey, and the friends you meet on this pleasant tour will be yours forever more! But the flowered trail of poetry is not the only one to be found in the land of fancy. If we follow the broader highways of essays and novels, we find another store of golden treasure. Whether Dickens or Thackery, Scott or Eliot, Macaulay or Stevenson. Bulwer-Lyton or Hawthorne, be our guide, the way is enchanting. Oh, a journey through bookland is the most wonderful trip possible. All the world and more, for the books of ages are there, from the Bible down to the The Xavier Page Sixty-nine tiniest volume. Like the golden woof and sombre warp of an ancient tapestry, like vast cathedrals, monuments to the skill of man, they stand. The ‘ Sphinx” shadows the Acropolis. the Ganges flows besides the Tiber.” the eagle and the crescent gleam amid the pageantry, the pagoda is opposite the pyramid, and the Cross surmounts them all. Then, when leisure is yours to enjoy, when you may not go forth under the open sky and list to Nature's teachings.” seek the bridge to bookland, and. if your feet are weary of pavements, refresh them in the forest’s shade with Cooper. If your eyes are strained and dull from the glare of the city, rest them with a sunset sky and medieval journeyings with Parkman. If your heart is bruised and broken, bring it to the magicians of this fairyland. They will mend the shattered fragments of your faith in God and man. they will heal your heart with the sympathy caught from ages of teardrops, they will sweeten it with the ages of love. We should therefore travel often to this mystery land, rich with volumes of forgotten lore and learn to love the immortals, for All are architects of fate. Working on the walls of Time, Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of Rhyme.” and the column of life is more admirable for its decorations. We sincerely hope that each day will find a greater troop of pilgrims seeking the garden of fancy which ennobles and uplifts the mind, till the earthly is forgotten and the immortal and sublime predominates in the soul of man. Kipling says, “Over the edges of the purple down. Where the single lamplight gleams. Know ye the road to the Merciful Town That is hard by the Sea of Dreams— Where the poor may lay their wrongs away. And the sick may forget to weep?” And how happy, happy with a changeless and unchangeable happiness are those who may reply. WE do know and love that peaceful road!” Sarah P. Flanagan Page Seventy The Xavier A Page from Frances Burney's Diary How often have I wished that I were a man like father, a man of letters, that I might attend the meetings of the Club and see him as Reynolds and Burke and Goldsmith saw him, arguing, praising, denouncing, convincing, in that vigorous old style of his. The following is an account of one of the meetings of the Club, told me by my father, Charles Burney. Johnson came late: he usually does. Said he’d forgotten all about the meeting. Before he arrived, interest seemed to lag. Goldsmith lay on the sofa and looked as if he were in a trance: Boswell sat drumming his fingers on the table: Garrick looked bored: Beauclerk puffed at that infernal pipe of his. till the room was blue with smoke. Langton, you know you met him at the Blue-Stocking meeting one time, well, he was arguing in a desultory manner with Dr. Nugent—I think the smoke went to their heads—about the evils of tobacco. Sir Joshua was absentmindedly tracing something on the tablecloth with a burnt match: Burke, well. Burke was reading: the fire was out. and the rain was pattering on the roof. Altogether, it was a rather diminutive meeting. But then. Johnson arrived. And the way they woke up reminded me of the story I used to tell you long ago about the fairy who could bring life back to people by waving her wand over them. That was the effect Johnson had on us. Not to say he looked like a fairy at all: in fact, he looked particularly unfairylike that night. He wore that old brown tweed coat with its one button hanging off: his hair was all toussled up.—you know he has a habit of running his figners through it every minute or so, and his shoes, well—as I said before, he looked like anything but a fairy. He came in, and, immediately everyone sat up and took notice. But Johnson himself was entirely unconscious of the interest and life which his presence stirred. To tell you the truth, Fanny, it’s always like that! he has something, I don’t know just what it is, and he brings it wherever he goes. Before he comes, we sit and wait for it: when he steps into the room, we have it. And the happiest part of it is that he knows nothing about it. To our minds, he is the accepted leader, our superior in thought and knowledge: but, externally, he is simply one of us, a member of the Club. I wonder if you know what I mean, child! Well. I’m afraid I'm getting away from my story. Oh, yes: he came in. greeted everyone, and asked rather anxiously, I think, if we had taken luncheon yet. On his initiative, we all sat down to table and from that time until about half past one, interest lagged no more. In the course of the conversation the old question arose about the American Colonies. You AM JOHNSON has always been, since the day I met him, one of my dearest friends. With his kindly philosophy, his true goodness, his witty retorts, his honest criticisms, I have grown to love him more and more. The Xavier Page Seventy-one know Johnson's views on that matter, Fanny: but Sir John Hawkins, who was there that evening, did not. Once, during the argument, he said, in a very puzzled manner. But I don't understand, sir?’ Johnson, in the heat of the discussion, answered quickly. Well. I have found you an argument sir: but I am not obliged to find you an understanding.’ The question ended there, and we turned to lighter things. We talked of reading, and Dr. Nugent mentioned a new book which was very much in demand at the time. Johnson said, Yes, I have looked into it.' Nugent looked surprised and exlaimed. What, you have not read it through?’ Johnson replied tartly. ‘No, sir; do you ever read books through?’ You see, Fanny, it's like that with Johnson. He can skim a book over, pick out the good and leave the bad. That's why his knowledge is so general: he's read more books than any other man I know. And, Fanny, I wish you could have heard him tell about his interview with George III. We had not heard it from his own lips yet: so after having earnestly requested him for it during the whole evening, he finally acceded. He told it most interestingly, and. from his description of the memorable occasion, I cannot help but think that no man who had spent his whole life in courts could have acted in a more refined or dignified manner than Johnson. And, Fanny, whenever you hear the epithet which those who do not know Johnson are wont to apply to him, that of 'the bear,’ just quote Goldsmith to them. He says, ‘Johnson, to be sure, has a roughness in his manner: but no man alive has a more tender heart. He has nothing of the bear about him, but the skin.’ It is the truth, Fanny, the utter truth. “Well, we decided to break up the meeting, as it was rather late, and the house where the meetings are held is in an out-of-the-way place. By the way. Fanny, the only reason we have them there is that Johnson says the lady who owns the house needs the money. On the way out Burke and Sir Hawkins were directly behind me and from the conversation I could divine that the latter had not yet recovered from his grievance of earlier in the evening. “He said to Burke, I think Dr. Johnson needs a few lessons in common politeness.’ But Burke replied, ‘Now what harm did it do you to be contradicted?’ It will be well, if, when Johnson dies, he has nothing heavier upon his conscience than having been a little rough in conversation. And so I say, Fanny. Well, child, it must be late: I’ll leave you now. Good night, dear. Oh. yes, I knew I had forgotten something. You remember my telling you that Johnson was late for the meeting, and 'came in looking rather shabbier than usual? Well, Boswell told me afterwards that Johnson left home early enough to reach the Club on time, but that, on the way, he saw two little children whom he thought looked hungry, so he immediately made friends with them, placed the younger on his shoulder and led the other by the hand to the nearest bakery, where he bought them a feast fit for the gods.—And they call Johnson a bear—oh. well, what's in a name? eh. Fanny.—Good-night, dear.” Dorothy G. O'Brien Page Seventy-two The Xavier Memories of S. X. A. can cross mountain peaks, oceans, and continents. Yes, it can reach back into the years of the past and enjoy a happy occasion or a delightful friendship. And we, as we near the end of our days at Saint Xavier’s, are just beginning to appreciate this wonderful gift. We can go back over the last four years and recall the many incidents, humorous and pathetic, interesting or dull, that we have encountered. Each year has its own record. As Freshmen we enjoyed the meeting of new friends, new teachers, new studies, new surroundings, the beauty of the chapel pilgrimage. And when we became Sophomores, we enjoyed meeting old friends, old teachers, old studies, and old surroundings! Our Junior year will ever hold for us the sweet memory of donning our distinguishing uniform. What a blessing to us in every way! But the last, our Senior year is overcrowded with pleasant memories. What joy we shall experience in the years that are to come, when Memory will recall for us our Debate on the Child Labor Amendment, our Valentine Party, our Christmas Play, our Foreign Mission Day Play, our First Alumnae Ball, our solemn days of Retreat, our Chapel pilgrimages. These are the links that will ever bind our hearts to one another and to our Alma Mater. Yet, with Hamlet, may we not say, “these but the trappings,” for there is that within which passeth show.” And of all may fond Memory sing, “Yes of thee, dear Alma Mater, Happy memories we recall; They all help to draw us closer To the Heart that loves us all.” Lillian A. Fitzgerald 1A1 a marvelous gift is memory! A God-given gift by which man is able to recall the events of the past, to live again the happy moments of former days. In a single instant this faculty can span thousands of miles! The Xavier Page Seventy-three A Tribute To Our Parents Our Parents! What a world of love Their sacrifices great inspire; The thought of their devotion pure Now sets our very hearts afire, And so to-day we wish to prove Our love, our thanks for what they've done: To offer them some tribute rare, To show them that their goal is won. Dearest Parents, we wish to let you know, from the pages of this, our Year Book, that we feel God’s noblest, holiest, most precious gift to us is your love, your devotion, your self-sacrifice. All the tender memories of our young lives are summed up in the words FATHER and MOTHER. Greater than any valiant deed of history, greater than any noble tale of self-sacrifice on fiction's pages, is the story of your years of love, your hopes, your plans, yea even your fears for us. We realize, though perhaps, even yet, not fully, that all that is purest and best in us is the echo of your holy teachings and the result of your noble example. And realizing this, our daily prayer is that God may bless you “a hundred fold in this life by our gratitude, and grant you life eternal in the world to come.” Dear Fathers and Mothers, you are indeed heroes in the field of God’s work. And. after all, is not the highest heroism that which is hidden from the world and known only to Our Dear Lord, who sees all in secret? There are many such heroes of whom the world at large knows nothing, but God is constantly keeping watch over you. and we know He will reward you. It is our daily prayer that God will bless you a hundred fold for the care you have given us, the children whom God placed under your loving and tender protection. Catherine V. Murphy Page Seventy-four The Xavier Wisdom and Folly CLASSIFIED ADS Nothing down, a little each week Eventually, why not now His master's voice................ They die easy with Diamond Dyes Seventy-seven Varieties........... The light that never fails......... Open a charge account........... It floats........................ Keep that school girl complexion A new way to serve a fine candy From the thousand window bakeries Children cry for it.............. Class dues. Supplementary reading. Words from the “pony.” Light-stocking fiends. (Please take notice.) We. Sarah. With Helen J. The soap which we sometimes (?) have in the dressing-room. Where did we hear that before? Slip it under the desk. The assortment (?) on the lunch counter. The honor of wearing red ties. The Xavier Page Seventy-five After every meal Leaves everything spick and span Do it now The arm of law and order It pays to advertise Best in the long run Say it with flowers. Sister Good to the last drop It grows better in use Nothing over ten cents................... Welcome. Soap........................... No more blue Monday...................... America’s most famous dessert Fifty per cent, thicker than the ordinary roof “Tell that girl to come out of the dressing-room!” The regular (?) weekly cleaning of our desks. . Our assignments. Mrs. O’Neill. We hope so. or we’ll be haunted by the victims of our zeal for “ads.” Do home-work at home. At report time. The ice-cold (?) ginger ale. Grey matter. Lunch. If cuffs could only speak! Instructions during Latin period. The peanuts which were so popular for a few weeks. Some people’s opinion of our heads. Dorothy G. O'Brien IF YOU CAN? 1. Was it beef that made Chicago. 111.? 2. What makes Seattle. Wash.? 3. What makes Providence. R. I. (awry) 4. How much does Cleveland, O.? 5. On what day does a Priest say Boston. Mass.? 6. If you cannot answer these, do you think Topeka. Kan.? Mary E. Mooney SHAKESPEARIAN ADVICE TO THE JUNIORS Girls, when A Midsummer Night’s Dream” has ended, and September finds you back at S. X. A., do not begin by making “Much Ado About Nothing.” But just settle yourselves quietly to work and “The Winter’s Tale” will end “As You Like It.” But if you persevere in “The Tempest” of September, your teachers will conclude that their work is of little value: in fact, they will term it “Love's Labor Lost.” Try to be as shrewd as “The Merchant of Venice,” as heroic as Julius Caesar,” as philosophical as “Hamlet,” then you cannot be as weak as “Macbeth,” as giddy as The Merry Wives of Winsor,” or as suspecting as “Othello.” If you but do your part valiantly, you will receive Measure for Measure” and when June comes, you can say from the heart, “All’s Well That Ends Well.” Marion G. Casey Page Seventy-six The Xavier A ‘ MODEL” PARAGRAPH Three years and nine months ago, there was brought into this Academy, a class trained to work; but practicing the motto, 'WHY WORRY? Now we are on the last lap of our Academic race, testing how long our antics on teachers' patience will be endured. We are met in the Senior classroom of the school. We have come to this room as a final reward for our four years' efforts to gain admittance there. It is very strange that we should be so quiet. But on the other hand, when we think of Sister at her desk, it is quite natural that we should be so. The many classes that have gone before us, and tried the same tricks, have warned us that it is far above our poor power to accomplish our end. The Nuns will little note, nor long remember what other classes have said here, but they can never forget what we did here. It is for us, the graduates. rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished mischief which they who are graduated have so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored pupils we take increased devotion to that cause to which they contributed their best ideas for execution—that we highly resolve that these energetic Sisters shall not have worked in vain, that this class, under God, shall have a life full of good luck, and that assembly of the girls, by the girls, and for the girls, shall not perish from the memory of S. X. A. Theresa M. Nolan THE SENIORS T is for Truth we love so well. H is Honesty where we excel. E is for Earnestness, shown in our work. S is for Study which none of us shirk. E is for Excellence none can surpass. N for the Nuns who teach us in class. I for the Interest in our dear school. O is for Order, observed as a rule. R for the Rules by which we abide. S for the Sisters, who teach us and guide. Catherine F. Dempsey TO OUR READERS Heed, take heed to the writers, List, to their humble wish:— Be not harsh to their efforts. Judge not the works of a Miss. These are deeds of beginners. Things better are yet to come: A greater note to their efforts. A piercing light from the sun. The Xavier Page Seventy seven Then in their years of knowledge Scoff, if 'tis meed, their ways; If they’ve fulfilled their promise, Then give them sincerest praise. Rosella B. Storin HAMLET INTERPRETED IN DAILY LIFE 1— “ 'Tis true, ’tis pity, and pity ’tis, 'tis true.”—Class of ’25 leaving S. X. A. 2— “Though this be madness, yet there is a method in ’t.”—Every girl with Cap” Veneno prepared. 3— “ ’Tis here, 'tis here.”—Easter Vacation. 4— “ 'Tis gone.”—One week later. 5— “Oh. what a rogue and peasant slave am I.”—“A Pony.” 6— “Let me not think on it.”—Reports! Exams! 7— “Frailty, thy name is woman.”—Timid orator. (Oral themes). 8— “I must hold my tongue.”—When attendance record is taken daily. 9— “Stand dumb, and speak not.”—8:50 A. M. 10— “Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”—Of erasers. 11— “These hands are not more like.”—Anna and Josephine. 12— “So hallowed and so gracious is the time.”—Between Periods. 1 3—“Let your haste commend your duty.”—Taking French dictation. 14— “O help us you sweet heavens!”—Spanish Translations. 15— “One woe doth tread upon anothers heel.”—Madamoiselle’s entry after hard Latin lesson. 16— “Thou art a scholar, speak to it.”—Class to Bessie Moakler at Latin. 17— By heaven, I charge thee, speak.”—Ghost of Aeneas in our dreams. 18— “Best safety lies in fear.”—Unprepared lessons. 19— “The air bites shrewdly, it is very cold. —In arithmetic classroom. 20— “Go on; we’ll follow thee.”—To Sister, translating Latin. 21— This business is well ended.”—The scarf dance. 22— The Observed of all observers.”—Girls with light stockings, or without ties. Margaret M. Connolly JOKES Teacher; Girls, what is the race problem?” Student: “Picking winners.” “Now children,” said the teacher, “I want you to be good while I go on an errand.” “We'll be good for gold,” replied the pupils.” Girls. said she, “I want you to remember that you cannot be pupils of mine unless you are good for nothing.” Page Seventy-eight The Xavier Teacher: “What is the Hague Tribunal?” Pupil: “The Hague Tribunal ar------” Teacher: “Don’t use are, use is.” Pupil: “Well. then, the Hague Tribunal isbitrates national controversies.” —Exchange. Instructor in Public Speaking: What is the matter with you, Miss Jones —can't you speak any louder? Be more enthusiastic. Open your mouth and throw yourself into it.”—Exchange. Margaret M. Connolly SECRETS OF SUCCESS Always keep cool, says the ice. Never lose your head, says the match. Do not trust to one leg, says the chair. Always aspire to be more than a hand, says the clock. Keep a sharp eye, says the needle. Have a keen edge, says the knife. Get at the bottom of things, says the well. Keep your point, says the pencil. Keep the fire of ambition within you, says the stove. Keep calm, says the Pacific. Never be sharp, always be natural, says the scale. Have a good vocabulary, says the dictionary. Don't get over-heated, says the radiator. Keep a clean slate, says the blackboard. Have a good record, says the victrola. Have good understanding, says the table. Keep your tongue from chattering, says the bell. Margaret A. Mulhearn JINGLES Here is Emma, In a dilemma: She always did What she was bid Till one sad day she disobeyed. When Sister said, “Run up that shade.” ♦ Now maybe you don’t believe me— Oh yes, and here is Bessie, As joyous as can be, But she has one awful weakness,— (From experience, this we tell) No pleas of gentlest meekness. Could stop her Royal Sweetness, From ringing the 8:50 bell. The Xavier Page Seventy-nine Now maybe you don't believe me, On my word! if it isn’t Anna, Whom we’ve missed from school for a while; Whenever we ask her the reason. She says. “Tonsils, without a smile: But we're wont to think, (No reflection on Anna) That the truth concerns Some unlucky banana, (skin) Oh, You should have seen Miss Catherine, The day she had to pose. Does my hair look right? Oh, it’s a sight.—the part's not straight, now is it?” Said one of her co-sufferers, Who was quite up in the air, Why, Catherine, your hair is like heaven. There is no parting there!” Now maybe you don’t believe me— Oh, here comes Mary, quite contrary, She will be late you know: She blames it on her French class. She blames it on the clock, She blames it on to everything—but never fits the lock. But I'm sure you’ll keep a secret. And so I’ll let you know— She does it for sensation, just merely for a show. Now maybe you don’t believe me— Ah! here we have Our Sarah. ( h” is silent, if you please), She's always 'round to help us Through many a sundry squeeze. She speaks and writes in flowing style, A geniess indeed: O world! stand by and give to her. Of fame her honest meed. Now maybe you don't believe me— One day I pitied Mary Rose, She couldn't find her bow. She searched and searched, yes everywhere, Page Eighty The Xavier She hunted high and low. She hunted in her pockets and in the bureau drawer. But alas, poor Mary Rose, her bow loved her no more. And so when she got to school. When tears had ceased to flow. She had to squander twenty cents To buy another bow. Now maybe you don't believe me. But here, I do not lie, For the School that I have reference to I’d lay me down and die. . . . Dorothy G. O'Brien The Xavier LIMERICKS There was once a class at St. Xavier's Which was always on good behavior. If you'd know who is who And what they can do. You'd better refer to the “Xavier. Oh, the class of '25, There's not a class alive Who with them can compare. For every member is quite rare In the class of '25. Helen V. Cooney 1945 Backward, turn backward. O time in your flight, Back to our S. X. A., just for to-night. Give us the teachers we had long ago. Those who imparted the knowledge we know. Give us the classmates, those dear ones of yore. Let us see every one just as before. Show us our classrooms, so cheerful, so bright. Backward, turn backward. O Time for to-night. Dress us in uniforms, ties, all so bright, Oh, for the red ones, the seniors’ delight. Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight. Bring us to S. X. A. just for to-night. Mary A. Kelly Page Eighty-one DYING IN HARNESS (With apologies to John Boyle O'Reilly) Only a broken horse stretched out there on the table. Stretched in straps of truth and bridled with Roman fable: Only a fallen horse, yet a tear drop from mine eyes, Trickles o’er a fallen friend, never again to rise. Hold, for his toil is over,—no more racing for him, See the poor broken back, the patient eyes grow dim: See on the friendly table, how peacefully rests the head. Thinking, if dumb trots think, how good it is to be dead. After the weary journey, how restful it is to lie, Freed from the shafts and cruel load that made him long to die. Watcher, he died in harness, died in the very last lap, Fell, and the burden killed him: weary of goading strap. One of the passing wonders marking the student’s lane. A toiler dead in the harness, broke’ from the awful strain. Students, crowding the classroom, oh. stay your steps awhile, And hear the awful story?—What cause is there to smile At the death of a noble racer? On through the busy work, Heedless of dangers that threaten grinning demons lurk. And now the end. A dying friend, resting under the shade Of a lamp, whose gentle glimmers cast deeply Stygian shade. On the tired, foot-sore pony. Oh! the heedless hearts of girls, That hasten the slavish trotters, like sullen, spiteful churls. Now what’s the moan? A tired horse, weary from study’s tread, The toiler, crushed by the heavy load, is there in his ’’harness.” dead. Sarah P. Flanagan SHORTHAND Last year we started shorthand. With vigor, pep, and vim: And tried hard to develop A paper, neat and trim. But after two weeks’ practice.— Resolved: “Stenog’s no snap.” And if success, we wanted, We couldn't stop to nap. Page Eighty-two The Xavier 7 he Xavier The funny little markers. Spread out. all in a row. Meant anything and everything To us. who plodded slow. Through weary nights we labored On sounds that ought to be: In notes, we had just taken. With strokes from A to Z. 1 he vowels, loops, and circles. Most made our hair turn gray. When first we tried to understand The Isaac Pitman way. But with close application. Our Pitman’s now a dream.” Dear Sir: no more means panic” And signs are what they seem. We ll sing our teacher’s praises. As long as we re alive: And hope she’ll oft remember The class of ’25. Olive E. Duby A PLEA Our book comes not from the masters, Tis no aspiration to art: But simply the effort of seniors Where each one has worked with good heart. We’ve toiled and we've worked for perfection, And labored for hours alone: Then be not too captious a critic. But please, let our youth condone. Elsie C. Coleman A WISH I wish I were a Freshman. Beginning my career. In the halls of dear St. Xavier's Where no one knows a fear. I wish I were a Freshman, And not a Senior gay. Who must leave friends and teachers On graduation day. Mary R. Fortin Page Eighty-three IN REVIEW Our teachers: How shall they know the worship we would do them?” Washington’s Farewell y ddress: I have eaten your bread and salt.” Room 1 Latin Class: “If down here. I chance to die.” Everybody's Plea at Exams: What have we done to bear this grudge?” Milton's Poems: Will you conquer my heart with your beauty?” Lunch Tables: In the name of the Empress of India, make way.” Reports: Sad to state, sad to see.” During Exants: Long we pondered o’er the question.” Recess on a Rainy Day: “No hope, no change! the clouds have shut us in.” Class Officers: Important the posts which they held.” Supplementary Reading: “It would be better for ail men if it were laid on the shelf.” Our Uniforms: With a perfect taste in dresses. After Announcing a Holiday: “And the next that I remember was a hurricane of squeals.” Echoes from the Typewriting Room: “Dash-dot-dot-dot-dash-dot-dash dot.” Our Programs: “The excellent things we planned.” Instruction Period: “Lest we forget—lest we forget.” Our Retreat: “All was peace and quiet.” Oral Themes: “But my speech was shattered wholly.” Our Year Book: “We have seen, we have written—behold it. the proof of our manifold toil!” Class Meetings: “A time to squabble in court.” Physical Culture Period: “Dainty our shining feet, our voices low.” Recess Over: “With a jingle of bells.” Dismissal: “We're goin’ 'ome, we’re goin' ’ome!” Rosella B. Storin CROSS-WORD PUZZLES The cross-word puzzle rage is on! Dame Society has sanctioned it, and business men. society ladies, housewives, and children are following in her wake. These puzzles appeared in the Sunday papers for many years, but little or no interest was taken in them. Then out of a clear sky, the puzzle storm began. Books have been printed for children, dictionaries have been abridged, books of idioms have been published, prizes have been awarded, and all for the crossword puzzles. Confirmed business men start the day by looking through the morning paper for the latest puzzle. All thoughts of stock and oil desert them for the time being. Even on the street cars and trains, all conversation is forfeited for the sake of working out horizontal six and vertical three. Page Eighty-four The Xavier It matters not where you go. you see a fan” with a puzzle in one hand and a dictionary in the other. There is no doubt but that these puzzles are entertaining and educational. They certainly add to one's vocabulary and improve one's reasoning powers; but the question often occurs to me. How many of these ''fans ’ would spend a little while each day reading one of Shakespeare's works, with a dictionary close at hand to look up the obsolete and archaic words? Hand one of these books to a person doing a puzzle and he will tell you. h: has no time. But how often does he spend a whole evening doing one of the puzzles? No matter how entertaining the puzzle may be. it can never be as beneficial as Hamlet,” or Othello.” These two works will give all the pleasure one wishes, while at the same time they will educate. If one has a desire to look up the meaning of words. Shakespeare, undoubt edly. offers every opportunity to do so. Shakespeare may not appeal to everybody, but surely all can find some master of English to whom they may devote their leisure hours. So. I say, read more of the classics, and spend less time looking up a three-letter word meaning silk worm. Mary T. Fitzpatrick The Xavier Page Eighty-five S. X. A. CROSS-WORD PUZZLE HORIZONTAL VERTICAL 1. An onion-shaped root. 2. Not down. 6. A son of Adam and Eve (possessive). 3. A famous Confederate general in the 1 1. The covering of an orange. Civil War. 12. A rule of S. X. A. 4. Our daily call. 14. A preposition. • 5. The way the late members steal in. 16. The first name of the inventor of the 6. A specie of evergreen trees. Cotton Gin. 7. Soon. 17. A female deer. 8. Essential to skating. 18. A possession of United States. (Abb.) 10. A sirname of one of our members. 19. A worthless piece of a garment. 1 3. An English finch. 21. A South American quadruped. 15. To do or to make. (French). 22. Denoting indefinite. 18. A long legged wading bird. 23. A numeral. 20. A famous General. 24. It shadows the time. 23. A place famous in Irish History. 26. A place of storage. Potters’ Clay. 25. A covering. 27. 26. A nickname for one of America’s great- 29. It flies. est Statesmen. 32. A demigod (Spanish) . 28. A repetition. 33. It’s hard to find in a haystack. 32. A masculine pronoun. 36. One who pays rent. 34. Finishes. 37. A negative. 36. The hinder part. 39. Half a laugh. 38. A bone. 40. Dental Surgeon. (Abbrev.) 39. His Eminence. (Abbrev.) 41. Columbus looked for them. (Initials). 42. Cuts or clips. 42. Quantities of yarn. 43. A famous tire. 47. Our Continent. (Abbrev.) 44. Goes hand in hand with luxury. 49. Parts of a coat. 45. Wrath. 55. Symbol of Valentine’s Day. 46. New Testament. (Abbrev.) 56. Wise birds. 47. A point of the compass. 57. An excellent typewriter. 48. Symbol for aluminum. 58. Otherwise. 50. The ending of a Spanish verb. 61. A girl’s name. 51. The covering of the seed of certain 62. A beverage made with malt. plants. 63. A dry measure. (Abbrev.) 52. A small island in a river or lake. 64. Half of cm.” 53. The household gods of the Romans. 65. Latin conjunction. 54. Inclines. 67. A certain number. 59. To be planted. 68. Railway. (Abbrev.) 60. A great Scottish poet. 69. Every one. 63. A color. 70. The terror of every girl. 66. A Chinese coin. 72. Saint. (Abbrev.) 71. A prefix. 73. What we never do. 73. A point of the compass. 74. Ancient Times. 74. Meaning two. 76. An enemy to Christianity. 75. Company. (Abbrev.) 78. Gives up. 77. They form a sentence. 79. 80. A goddess whom Jupiter changed into a heifer. A small share. 0 Anna J. Barrie Page Eighty-six The Xavier WHICH SHAI.I IT BE? St. Francis Xavier Forth among the storm-swept islands. Bravely battling for a soul. Went St. Xavier, 'way from court life, With the Indies for his goal. Here for twelve long years he tarried Preaching in the Isle of Palms. Never ceasing, although thwarted. In his works of Christian alms. From the Venice of the Indies To the “Land of Rising Sun” Sailed our Saint to teach the pagans. Till his life was nearly done. Then the great grey walls of China Drew him onward to their gate; But he never taught its people. For he reached its shores, too. late. Spent with fasting, prayers, and labor Borne by him for years, alone, Tho’ he wished to be its savior. Jesus called his loved one home. Elizabeth M. J. Moakler The Xavier Page Eighty-seven Our Foreign Mission Day In January of this year, 1925, our Right Reverend Bishop announced through his appointed delegate. Reverend William Tally, that the diocese would henceforth engage systematically in Foreign Mission Work, and that a diocesan office of the Society of the Propagation of the Faith would be established in the Visitor Building. Upon receiving this notification, we began at once the work of the Mite Boxes. At the same time we conceived the idea of establishing March 1 2 as our Foreign Mission day. and of choosing Saint Francis Xavier as the protector and inspiration of our Missionary labors. Was it a mere accident, a mere question of time, that influenced our decision for this day? No, indeed. It was March 12, 1851, that Mother Xavier Ward and her four companions established the first Convent of Mercy in Providence. And was it accidental that they came hereon March 12? Again, no. When Right Reverend Bishop O'Reilly invited the Sisters to Providence. Mother Xavier Ward asked, by special request, that they be permitted to begin their labors on the feast of her great patron. Saint Francis Xavier, and that the Convent be placed under his immediate protection. This did not seem feasible since the feast of Saint Francis Xavier is held on December 3. and the Bishop desired the Sisters to be in readiness for the September opening of the schools. But Mother Xavier Ward remembered that her Saint has another feast day, and so she asked if the Sisters might come on March 12. the anniversary of the Canonization of Saint Francis Xavier. To this, the Right Reverend Bishop heartily agreed, and the first Convent of Mercy was opened in Providence on the feast and under the loving protection of the great Apostle of the Indies. Saint Francis Xavier. Is it surprising, then, that in choosing a Missionary Patron, we should select one who has been the guide, the inspiration, the life of our beloved Academy, for the past seventy-four years? Must he not love our dear Sisters, our dear school, our every member, even as he loved the souls of the thousands he labored to save? We feel that he does, and because of this we feel confident that our Missionary labors will bear much fruit, that God’ blessing will enter into our lives through the noble example and the powerful intercession of our beloved Patron. Saint Francis Xavier. Mary F. Doyle Page F.ighly-eght The Xavier One Dollar CD UVVER, Danny gave me ten cents! cried the excited Robert as he ran into the kitchen where his mother was baking bread. Mr. Iachary has some funny little brown candy mans and bow-wows and cats, couldn't Bobby buy some to-day?” I thought my little boy was going to divide his money and give the little Chinese some candy instead of the rice they always get, answered his mother. All right, muvver. but will they give it to a pretty little girl, like Mary's doll?” Yes. indeed, you can tell them to do so when you send it. Robert Craigton was just seven years old, and attended the Brothers' School, where he had heard all about the pretty little Chinese babies that were left starving. His mother tried to sow into his mind little seeds of Catholic education. Mr. Craigton was strongly opposed to the faith of his wife, but because she pleaded so strongly and her health threatened to carry her into the realms of another world, he conceded to let her bring Robert up in the Catholic faith. How soon can I send it.” Bob queried. Just as soon as this bread is done I will help you count what you have saved, and then you may write a letter in your prettiest way to the Sisters in China.” So the money was counted and Bobby clapped his hands to find he had just one dollar, including five cents of his late present. On a piece of mother’s best paper. Bobby wrote his letter, but only after he had written it several times on scrap paper. Mother addressed the envelope for him and he ran to meet the post man, reaching him just as he was turning the corner. Fifteen years later, in a small coast town of China, Frances Boyd, eighteen, was leading a tiny little cherub by the hand, helping her over the rocks that were too big to be climbed by baby feet. A stranger looking at the little girl would say, How filthy.” But Frances looked at her, and said, How beautiful!” And she clasped her in her arms. Why should this little girl cause such a difference, such a vast difference of opinion? Where am I going?” asked the little one. I am taking you to the Mission Home, to the Sisters, where you will be loved, and taught about the Little Boy. who came on earth to show us how to love,” answered Frances. “And will they let me play with other little boys and girls?” “Yes. you will have fifty little girls to love you. and you can play games. The Xavier Page Eighty-nine and the lovely ladies, dressed in gray, will tell you stories of little girls and boys in a fairyland across the sea.” Standing in the doorway of Ching Fang Fu's Laundry was an American traveller, evidently of wealthy parents, and a great contrast to the other bystanders in the street. Turning to his companion, he said, Who is that girl across the street ? See. the one with the dirty child.” ”1 really don't know. Bob: but by her manner. I think she comes from the Xavier Mission House. I have heard quite a few rumors, that the Sisters found her when she was only six years old. They say she is an American, but when the Ambassador’s wife offered to take her to America to find her relatives, she refused, saying that she loved the little children in the Mission too well.” That may be so. but I doubt it,” said Bob, ironically. ”1 once remember having been eager to see a Chinese baby, but when mother died, and father moved away from the Brothers' school, that all passed away like the other fas cination.” “Then, you have no religion,” cried the companion, “you—you are not a Catholic?” “No. indeed.” replied Bob. somewhat bored, and giving a conclusive tone to his reply. For a few moments both remained silent, watching the object that had brought about this astounding revelation to Bob's friend. “There is something attractive about her,” mused Bob. “I would like to meet and talk to her.” “That can be easily arranged. They are holding a sale, something like an old fashioned auction sale at the Mission House to-morrow night. All the work done by the Sisters, children, and the girls of working age is given to the highest bidder. That entitles the purchaser to offer his congratulations to the one who did the piece of work.” “What kind of work is it?” “Embroidery, laces, dresses, etc.” “What would I do with dresses, laces, and all that kind of nonsense?” “But they make delicious candy: makes you feel like home.” “Oh! that's different, but to what purpose do they turn the profits?” “To helping the priests obtain the necessities for the churches, to buv clothes for the children they shelter, to giv food to the very poor families, to-----” “Oh! never mind. I suppose you'd go on for an hour if I let you. Let’s be on our way home. I think I’ll go to that sale to-morrow night. Don’t forget to let me know when her box of candy is auctioned.” The next night the Mission House had lighted all its candles, and the few lamps it possessed. Frances was darting here and there, placing a little girl in the right spot, pushing back a bench, arranging this or that box to look more attractive. Finally, she stood beside Sister Magdalena ready to receive the visitors. Page Ninety The Xavier Many Chinese ladies of distinction came to patronize the Sisters' sale. It surprised Bob and his friend to find so many men there, also. The auctioning began at once. Some beautiful pieces of delicate lace were sold at very low prices: but to the Sisters, and to Frances, it was more than the value of the work. The girls' embroidery, too, was remarkable, and sold for the highest price the Sisters had ever obtained at these sales. But Frances could not embroider, and her heart sank within her when her piece was held up. Not a bid. The crimson rushed to her cheeks like an overwhelming tide, and she turned to the Sister to hide her mortification. Bob, standing in the corner with his friend, was watching Frances, first in her eagerness and delight at the progress of the sale, and then at her humiliation. He intended then to bid on her work but the piece was put down before he took his eyes off Frances. I know whom she looks like.'' he cried, as if he had been wondering a long time, ' she's like the doll, my sister had.” This isn’t the time to think of that.” said his companion, “you came here to do some buying.” By the time they had stopped their conversation, the candy was being raffled. This went even faster than the fancy articles. Frances' box was the last one offered. She was glad her candy looked nice, and was done up in a pretty box. for she thought Bob, the young man. whom she had been watching, might buy it. And he did! Frances gasped at the price he paid for it, and a little smile gathered on her pretty lips. She was wondering to whom he would go, as he had so many boxes, and some of the pretty Japanese girls' boxes, at that, when he laid down all his bundles and. carrying her box, came over and sat beside her. That night Frances told Sister Magdalena all about the boy who had bought her candy. About a year later, in the Xavier Mission Chapel, Frances and Robert were joined in the blissful union of holy matrimony. How strange it was,” said Robert, “to have come to China to marry and get back the faith that my dollar helped to spread.” Yes, indeed, responded Frances, what a wonderful miracle God performed in inspiring you to send the dollar that helped the Sisters to take me from the ruins of a death-stricken home, and to nourish in my soul the lily of faith that has bloomed into the flower that drew my husband from the valley of darkness.” Elizabeth M. Moakler The Xavier Page Ninety-one Social Notes A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men.” We firmly believe this. If anyone feels inclined to doubt us, let him just read the following: Hallowe’en Party October 29, 1924—Our Hallowe'en Party! Each and everyone in costume: colors, brilliant, gay: Spanish senoritas, witches, gypsy maids, grotesque individuals arrayed in costumes, indescribable as to name. As if from a page in our French history, a sextet exquisitely costumed, stepped to the floor and danced the Minuet.” with a dexterity and gracefulness truly admirable. With the one-act play. Evelina,” ably performed, dancing, solos, recitations. fun. and laughter, not a dull moment occurred the entire evening. Who can ever forget our Hallowe’en Party? Mary J. Carey Our Annual Sale One of the most important events of the year is our Annual Sale, the responsibility of which belongs to the Seniors. Such excitement! Every girl did her utmost to have this year the banner year. And we succeeded! Though all worked strenuously, the prize was captured by the Fancy Booth under Elizabeth Moakler. Congratulations. Elizabeth and Co-Workers! Mary A. McGarry Page Ninety-two The Xavier Lectures—Rev. Father Byrne Early in the year we were privileged to enjoy an afternoon’s entertainment given by the celebrated Rev. Dawson Byrne. He impersonated several well-known characters. Little Nell, Uriah Heap. Richelieu, etc. I his he did with the skill and ability which none but a finished artist could command. Father Byrne, previous to his ordination, had been a prominent actor for about twenty years. Even now, he might secure a very large income by accepting appointments from theatrical concerns: but he prefers to use his talent privately as a means of securing funds for the Christ-like labors of the Missions. We shall be very glad to help enlarge his purse, if he will come to Providence soon again and repeat the entertainment of his first visit. Rev. Father Donovan, O. P., was unable to come to St. Xavier’s this year because of his limited time, so Mother Mary Matthew very graciously invited the Senior Class to Bayview, where he was to give a concert. We gladly accepted the invitation, and have been glad ever since. Father Donovan's singing is inspiring. He uses his talent so artistically, so spiritually that it must be for him a very great force in accomplishing the work of his vocation, attracting souls to God. One of the interesting lectures of the year was that of Dr. Walsh of New York, who spoke to the students on Mother Catherine McAuley. Foundress of the Sisters of Mercy. Dr. Walsh gave us a very good idea of the conditions of the hospitals during Mother McAuleys’ time, and the wonderful improvements that have been made since then. Mother McAuley’s numerous sacrifices for suffering humanity made a very interesting talk. This noble Sister of Mercy is an inspiration for every Catholic girl. Theresa M. Nolan December 12 Foundation Day of the Order of Mercy, the day on which Mother McAuley made her profession of vows, is December 12, 1831. Because of this fact, we observe the day each year by some program. This year the Seniors presented “The Wise and Foolish Virgins. followed by the Annual Debate. The girls who impersonated the Virgins showed marked ability, both in their singing, and in their graceful movements. The closing tableau was particularly effective and beautiful. The Senior Debate Have you ever been excited? If you haven’t, you certainly would have been on December 12. for on that day the Senior Debate was held. “The Proposed Child Labor Amendment was the topic under discussion. The commercial division carried the Affirmative, while the classical carried the Negative. After each girl had spoken, a rebuttal followed. This being over, we waited patiently, but with much excitement, for the decision of the judges. After a brief consultation the chairman of the committee, Mr. Edward The Xavier Page Ninety-three Slavin. a professor in La Salle Academy, announced, that although both sides had carried their parts splendidly, he. together with the other two judges, decided in favor of the Affirmative side. This was the moment of excitement! But one would never know it from the participants of the debate. What a very beautiful exterior self-control and true culture enable us to exhibit! Teresa M. Cunningham Christmas Childlikeness is the key-note of the beautiful Christmas spirit. And it surely was ours during preparations for the birthday of our King. Fun, laughter, trees, festoons, gifts, programs.—all. all helped to bring home to us that the message of the season is peace, joy. happiness, that peace, that joy, that happiness which becomes ours only when we forget self and toil for the comfort of others. Washington's and Lincoln’s Birthdays That Religion and Patriotism go hand in hand in our Catholic Schools was clearly manifest on the birthdays of our two immortal Presidents, Washington and Lincoln. The noble lessons of heroic devotion of country which the lives of these two great men reveal were made the subject of fitting programs on February twelfth and February twenty-second. St. Patrick's Day We feel that we must “answer for the faith that is in us to the glorious Apostle of Ireland. Hence, never do we allow St. Patrick’s Day to pass unnoticed. This year, as usual, the faith, the sanctity, the scholarship, the wit—and the sufferings of the heroic Irish Race were reproduced in song and story. A special feature of the day's observance was the wearing of a very artistic green badge.” made by the Juniors. The badge served a double purpose. It honored the time-worn custom of the “wearing of the green,” and also very substantially increased our Mission Fund. Page Ninety-four The Xavier VW Ae.] Ue( September, 1924. found our Alumnae under new leadership. At the Mercy Day Meeting. Mrs. Robert F. Jones, retiring President, presented and installed her successor, Miss Helen Callahan. The year’s meetings are a testimonial to Miss Callahan's interest and ability. Mhrcy Night—September 24. 1924 Opening address by the New President. Catholic Current Events by Miss Frances Meister. Talk on the coming Convention of the International Federation of Catholic Alumnae, by Mrs. Robert F. Jones. Piano solos by Gertrude Devlin. Address by Senator John J. McGrane, Women's Duty as Citizens.” St. Francis Xavier's Night—December 3, 1924 An account of the Convention of the International Federation of Catholic Alumnae, held in Philadelphia, in October, by Mrs. Robert F. Jones. Governor. Address—‘Foch. the Christian Knight.” by Mr. Daniel H. Morrissey. Soprano solos, by Miss Anne Gorman, accompanied by Miss Gertrude Devlin. Social Hour. Foundation Night—March 12. 1925 Business Meeting, at which Miss Mary F. McTiernan read the New Constitution to be adopted by the Rhode Island Chapter. International Federation of Catholic Alumnae. Catholic Current Events, by Miss Gertrude Harrington. Readings by Miss Adelaide Patterson, of the Rhole Island College of Education: Old Lady Shows Her Medals”—J. M. Barrie: Neigh- bors —Zona Gale. Soprano Solos. Miss Mary Louise Brinkman, accompanied by Miss Helen M. Donahue. Social Hour. The Class of '25 Extends Congratulations: To Miss Elizabeth Earley. Miss Catherine Hacket, and Miss Eleanor Lowe, who have returned to their Alma Mater. The Xavier Page Ninety-Five To our many representative girls, who have been elected to positions of trust and of honor in the various colleges. To Miss Marguerite Sullivan, and to Miss Florence McNamara, whose engagements have been announced. Sympathy To all the dear members from whose homes Death claimed his toll during 1925. R. I. P. I. F. C. A. Convention A very special event of the year was the Philadelphia Convention. Our Governor. Mrs. Jones, was justly proud to take with her to Philadelphia a Rhode Island Delegation of about thirty members, including five Sisters. We heard a detailed account of the entire proceedings from the Sisters on their return. It was, undoubtedly, a very inspiring occasion. Everything related was of interest, but this one fact stood out—Miss Mary Waterman, Class of '24. was named as second in the National Essay Contest. Her paper was printed in the next issue of the I. F. C. A. Bulletin. We are determined to copy your example. Mary, though perhaps in different fields, that is. to bring lasting honor to our beloved Alma Mater. The Alumnae is considering federating. Preliminary plans are now under way. This is a leap forward. In speaking of the Federation, it is interesting to note that the Brother Catholic Alumni Associations are about to follow the good example of their Sisters. Negotiations are now forming for the first convention of the united Alumni Associations during this Jubilee Year. 1925. Just one more proof of the powerful example of noble women! Parliamentary Law Class One of the special activities of the Alumnae this year was the forming of a Parliamentary Law Class, under the direction of Mrs. Hoard, a noted Parliamentarian of the city. The class experienced much profit and much pleasure from the meetings. Mrs. Jones is to be congratulated on her far vision in the future necessity of this special work. Alumnae Gifts to Us At the Annual Meeting of the Alumae, last June, the Association presented a very beautiful baby grand” to Alma Mater. Many a blessing has been invoked for our generous dondrs. especially during the rendition of our programs. The Alumnae also voted that a prize of ten dollars in gold be given, each year,, to the girl of the graduating class submitting the best essay. We are happy and grateful to know that our Big Sisters” are so interested in us wee ones. We wonder who will capture the prize? Our class has subscribed 100% for the I. F. C. A. Bulletin. We are anxiously awaiting reunion day in May. when we. the class of 25. will become Alumnae members. Page Ninety-six The Xavier Congratulations to our Bishop. He has reached the goal of Our Bishop his ambition for the welfare of the Catholic youth of his diocese. What a noble work has been begun, planned, and accomplished through his unceasing zeal. One by one they have been erected and will con tinue to be—the Catholic schools, where boys and girls will be trained and taught the principles of morality, and the essentials of good citizenship. He has received the co-operation and support of the diocese during these three years and the one million dollar quota has been reached. What a vast amount of gratitude is due him! How can he be repaid? His greatest gratification will be to see the young boys and girls who attend the schools he has erected, become good men and good women, fervent Catholics, and worthy citizens of their country. M. Leana O'Brien In response to the invitation of the Father of Christen-The Holy Year dom. Rome, the Mecca of Christian people, is flooded with a vast tide of humanity. The seven hills echo with glad rejoicings. As far back as Moses, the custom of Holy Year was celebrated, when every fiftieth year was one of Jubilee: but to Pope Boniface VIII. we really owe the Holy Year as we know it. When this Pope established the Jubilee in 1300, he appointed it to be celebrated every one hundred years: but it was changed by succeeding Vicars, and in 1390 Urban VI. set the interval at thirty-three years in honor of the number of years of Our Lord's life. Later. Paul II. established the custom of celebrating it every twenty-five years: so, as a consequence, 1925 has been proclaimed a Holy Year. On Christmas Eve, Our Holy Father, heralded by the beating of the drums and blasting of trumpets, advanced to the Porta Santa.” With a golden mallet he struck the Holy Door three times, which yielding, crumbled away, revealing an altar in the midst of a vast basilica, lighted by a thousand candles. By the The Xavier Page Ninety-seven opening of this door the treasury of God's mercy and love was unlocked to us and a flood of grace descended upon the Catholic World. Pilgrims are flocking to the Eternal City to gain the Plenary Indulgence granted to those, who, having received Penance and Holy Communion, visit the Basilica of St. Mary Major. St. Paul Outside-the-Gate. St. John Lateran, and St. Peter’s. To those who are unable to go to Rome, the Pope has extended a means of co-operating with the pilgrims at the tomb of Peter, and thereby gaining the indulgence. Always linked in our memory of this Holy Year will be our graduation from St. Xavier's, as the Class of the Jubilee Year. 1925. Elizabeth M. Moakler Our retreat is to open on April 29. This is a little earlier Our Retreat than usual, but we arc glad: for it will prepare us for the special observance of our dear Mother's month. Our solemn promises, our good resolutions, will be placed in Mary's heart on the first day of her glorious month. Could they be better enshrined? We know they could not. We are particularly happy to know that our Retreat will be conducted by Reverend M. D. Forrest. He has visited the Academy on two different occasions, and his inspiring message of each visit, foretells a very holy and helpful retreat. Rosemary T. McCarthy No matter how high we may ascend in life, nor how Loyalty and Love far from these dear portals we may roam, our thoughts will always hover about Our Alma Mater with loyalty and love: loyalty to the priceless ideals which she has instilled into our hearts and love for the golden principles which she embodies. When the tempests rage upon all sides, and when our paths are steep and stony, the conceptions of life which have been taught us here will aid us in overcoming our obstacles. It is fitting that we should sow deep in our souls the seeds of loyalty and love, slight returns, indeed, for the numerous gifts which our school has bestowed upon each and every one of us. Elizabeth J. McDonald A strange, sombre figure hovered about the The Worth of Johnson classroom as w« turned the last page of our first Senior Year Classic. Melancholy and shaggy he stood! Poverty, discouragement, vulgarity, to our mortal eyes—but our mental vision, what does it see? The masked genius of the eighteenth century, the Immortal Johnson! The name of Johnson will never mingle with the dust and ashes of years, even though his works may moulder in oblivion. He stands a king of moralists, an inspiration to all ages, a Monument to Perseverance. M. Josephine Feeley Page Ninety-eight The Xavier To the many lovers of Blessed Theresa of the The Canonization of the Child Jesus, March 29 was a day of great rejoicing. Little Flower On that day her decree of canonization was read. and May 1 7 named as the date for the ceremony. His Holiness Pope Pius XI, in a brief address, recalled the fact that Theresa was a perfect example of the virtue of purity in contrast with the immorality of the times in which she lived. Her promise of ‘Letting a shower of roses fall from Heaven,” she has generously fulfilled: and we know that she will continue to perfume the air with the fragrance of her sweet sanctity. Her great zeal for souls should inspire in us a like desire, the wish to let fall a “shower of roses, a life filled with deeds that will inspire souls with tender love for the Child Jesus. Many people are planning to be in Rome on May 17 in order to be present at the beautiful ceremony of “Canonization.” while many others are making a:ts of resignation because they cannot be there. Margaret M. LaCroix Saint Francis Xavier seemed to manifest his approval Foreign Missions at our Foreign Mission labors, for the spirit of his zeal radiated throughout the entire school. Besides the daily contribution to the Mite Box. the girls sought many other ingenious devices for enlarging the Mission Fund. Valentine Sale. Saint Patrick s Day Badges. Entertainments, Auctions, all were employed in the worthy cause. We are proud and happy of our success and we feel confident that the noble work will be continued by those we leave behind. Mary M. Morrissey Varied are the ways that stretch before us now. But President's Message whether they hold the buds of happiness, or the thorns of trial, fearlessly, we face them. The years of training, received within the sheltered walls of our beloved Convent, will ever guide us on our way. To our beloved teachers we offer, as a tribute of our undying gratitude and love, the promise of our loyalty to all they have taught us. Repeating the age-old phrase, we say from our very hearts. We thank you. Dear S. X. A., it is not farewell we bid thee: we go but to join that vast army of Alumnae, who now stand as a living monument of your zeal for souls. And with hearts full of love and admiration, the girls of '25 proclaim that we are grateful, that we. too, may claim you for our Alma Mater. M. Leana O’Brien The Xavier Page Ninety-nine WE. The Class of '25, of Saint Xavier's Academy, being of sound mind do hereby make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament. To Our Teachers We Bequeath: First—Our gratitude for the hours they spent trying to dignify us. Second—Our assertion that they have not labored in vain. Third—Our deepest sympathy in the terrible problem which is ahead of them— that of making the Class of '26 worthy of the position they will hold next year. To the Juniors We Bequeath: First—The privilege of entering Room I next year as SENIORS. Second—Our desks, but pray don't pull the drawers in and out when Sister is talking. Third—The most interesting instruction period, every Monday morning. Fourth—The honor of dusting the science rooms—this includes the dusting of the whale's jaw-bone.” the ' shells.” and all the birds.” We warn all to be careful not to drop the stuffed eagle.” Fifth—The Rhetorical qualities of Sarah P. Flanagan. Sixth—The beautiful mirror in the dressing room, provided it is used with the greatest respect. 0 Seventh—The honor of carrying out the plans for Foreign Mission Day.” which we. who are now leaving, so nobly began. Eighth—Our red ties to be kept neat and clean. We will here give you a hint —when eating your luncheon, tuck your ties under your collars—or (?). Ninth—The task of having the supplementary reading finished before “exams,” or the pleasure of taking a separate test in February. Page One Hundred The Xavier Tenth—The honor of passing through the narrow corridor in the convent, provided you don't look in open doorways. Eleventh—The privilege of being overcome by carbon dioxide and ammonia gas in the Chemical Laboratory. Twelfth—All the test tubes in the laboratory, that Mary Ward didn't break. Thirteenth—The National and State Flags to be saluted every morning; be sure to pronounce liberty” with an “r.” Fourteenth—The momentous question, how Elle ne va pas bien is correctly translated according to Madamoiselle. Fifteenth—The honor of presenting an elevator to the Academy, so as to save the Class of ’27 from having to walk to the fourth floor for Chemistry. Sixteenth—The simple task of making their personals original and different” for the next Xavier.” Seventeenth—The right to give example (either good or bad) to the lower classes. Eighteenth—Our best wishes for their success, next year. Nineteenth—The hiding place of twenty-cent black stockings, in case they should ever follow the example of the disobedient quartet” and wear colored ones. Twentieth—(a) The delightful task of taking up the trend” of the preceding day’s lesson in Latin. Not so easy as you might think. (b) Of translating some of Captain Veneno’s” choice expressions. Especially when he’s excited. Oh! don’t you—we never. Twenty-first—The privilege of being graduated in the Diamond Jubilee Year of our Beloved Alma Mater. 1926. To the Sophomores We Bequeath; First—Room III with its beautiful pictures and rare plants and flowers. Second—The right of discovering the little hot air” spout on the rad;ator in the Hall. Third—The right to be initiated to the strokes and circles of shorthand, and the right to start the “click.” click.” “click for the first time. Fourth—The honor of having Physical Culture and Eccentric Dancing every Monday. Fifth—The privilege of lunching in the Hall. Sixth—The right of discarding their Orange” ties and of donning Rose Color” ones. The Xavier Page One Hundred One To the Freshmen We Bequeath: First—The consolation that they are one year nearer to being “SENIORS.” Second—The honor of purchasing and wearing “genuine” black stockings. Third—The privilege of assuming the name of SOPHOMORE, which means—? To Our Alma Mater We Bequeath: First—Our sincere gratitude for the privilege of allowing us to become members of the Alumnae. Second—Our pledge of loyal support as long as time shall last. We do hereby constitute and appoint the JUNIORS as executors of this, our last will and testament. IN WITNESS Whereof. We have hereunto set our hands and seal, this fifth day of June. A. D., Nineteen Hundred and T wenty-five (1925). Semper Coram Df.o (Seal) Signed. The Seniors Angela V. Gear in, Notary Public Card of Thanks Due to the many friends of S. X. A., this ninth edition of “The Xavier” has been published, the dream of the class of '25 realized. To all who have rendered it possible, in any way, we extend our sincere appreciation and gratitude. To our kind teachers, whose never-tiring energy has been an inspiration to us: to our dear parents, whose self-sacrificing love has enabled us to reach our goal: to our advertisers, whose generosfty, we hope, shall be repaid a hundred fold; to our undergraduates, whose constant support animated our efforts: to our readers, whose pleasure and leniency, we pray for—to each and to every one, we broadcast a sincere “Thank You.” CLASS OF 1925 Louise C. Kelley Page One Hundred Two The Xavier Dear S. X. A., how happy we Beneath your tender care to be! Through four sweet years, each but a day. In work and study, rest and play. You guided us. you were our stay. Ah. in the sweet time of retreat, When souls with blessings were replete, 'Twas then our hearts went out to thee In one long sigh of ecstasy. And now we stand, prepared to leave: Alone, the cloth of life to weave: But e'er we go. we promise thee. No matter how. nor where we be Our lasting love and loyalty. Dear S. X. A., our love is thus! Oh. what a treasure, thou to us! A shrine of Love, where Memory strays. Amid the thoughts of Yesterdays. Dear S. X. A., dear S. X. A.! Oh, must we bid farewell to-day? Oh, shall we never more return? Or shall our hearts e’er cease to burn, Or we, forgetting, ever spurn The noble lessons you have taught By good example deeply wrought? Or shall we ever live to say, We were not true to S. X. A.?” The Xavier Page One Hundred Three Ah no! in hearts of ’25, Whose love for thee will e’er survive. No fear of this, chills or dismays, Amid these scenes of closing days. Here at the parting of the ways. Instead, with tearful eyes, we say. Forever, our dear S. X. A. You'll be. though each of us departs, The golden prison of our hearts.” Dorothy G. O'Brien CARPE DIEM” Page One Hundred Four The Xavier New Home of liryant if Stratton College Rruant Stratton Building Fountain Street at Union Providence, Rhode Island Bryant Stratton Training Leads to Preferred Positions It has aided hundreds of graduates of St. Xavier s to win advancement in business. Some young women select our Secretarial Science Course and acquire that trained ability which invites promotion in a business office. Others prepare in our Commercial Teacher-Training Course for lucrative teaching positions in high and private schools and colleges. Both of these accredited courses are of college grade, and lead to State Authorized Degrees. Shorter Business and Finishing Courses are also offered. NEW STUDENTS ENTER EVERY MONDAY DAY AND EVENING SESSIONS SUMMER SCHOOL opens July 6 to August 28—Enrollment is now under way. 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