St Joseph Academy - Jomara Yearbook (Yakima, WA)

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TwentyTwo THE AURORA CLASS POEM Deep and sweet and faintly calling Come the echoes of school years, And their joys and love and friendship Are mingling with regretful tears. All those youthful joys and sorrows, And those countless hopes and fears- How the memory of their passing, Seems like music of the years. May our school days spur us onward, For we'll need their memories dear When in combat we are weakened, And the dark mists do not clear. When the tempting hand of earth joys Lure us into pathways wide, Let us seek the good and noble, Steer against, not with the tide. v When ways long, and paths alluring, Leave their mark upon our life, May thy teachings, Alma Mater, Guide us ever in the strife. -Angela M assoth, 4

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THE AURORA Twenty-one 16. Angela Massoth gives to Marie Landry a pair of Pavlowa's ballet slippers, ac- quired at that artist's recent appearance here. 17. Agnes O'Malley bequeaths to Josephine Hogan her copy of Curry's Funda- mentals of Expression. 18. Mary Maher leaves to Oliven her knowledge of Aluminum. 19. In View of the fact that the next year's Seniors out number us by two, we, the entire class, do leave to Monica Shanahan, a gold thermometer with whcih to taker her parents' temperatures, and lastly we will to Viola Gaudette a position like to her sister's so that she may remember the present Senior Class with occasional comps VI. To the school we leave our motto, Make your day beautiful that your sunset may be glorious, and likewise, we hope, its fulfillment. . We hereby nominate, constitute and appoint our teachers as the executrices of this document. In Witness Whereof, we the class of '24 leave to our successors the earnest hope that they will profit by the worldly possessions bequeathed to them. Signed and sealed this 15th day of March. THE SENIOR CLASS '24. DUTY Beneath the sun Our duty stands forth in its somber dress, The task today has set must be the best, And as we faced them with a warrior's zest, The sweetest dreams and rest were ours. And now, refreshed and strengthened By those dreams, and sweet repose, We gather strength to meet our every foe, To do the tasks which daily duty shows. Our heaven glows not, nor will not glow With lights which other souls shall make. Each day confines us to its duty's sphere, Fulfilling which we earn our heavenly mead. The vision of the night, our days on earth, Prepares for vision of a heavenly world, And duty done leads to that vision fair, Beyond the sun. ' -R.

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T H E A UVR O R A Twenty-three CLASS HISTORY Father Time is in the parlor. ' 'That mysterious phrase kept up a persistent drum- ming in the ears of the Seniors, as they slowly and fearfully descended the stairs in the direction of the room whence they had been bidden. Would that age-old Father prove a merciless extractor of time wasted in the halls of study? Come right in. The peculiarly hollow voice of Father Time echoed through the halls, and startled, the Seniors rushed to the parlor door, and then, pell-mell, scrambled into the room to their supposedly-approaching doom. , Father Time, with his long white hair and beard, sweeping the empty pages of an immense book before him, gazed at the number of breathless girls. Father Time: 'LAS Seniors of St. Josephis Academy, 1924, I suppose you are desirous that your names go down on the pages of History. Class of '24: Oh! Yes! Yes! Cthey chorusedj Father Time: Well, who are you, what are your favorite subjects, and where did you come from? COmnious silence! Father Time: CScrutinizing every Senior, in turn.J My! My! Who are those graduates with such doleful faces? Dorothy Ernsdorff: We are seven! Cstammeringlyj. A Father Time: What! Seven Seniors trying to impersonate a funeral procession at such a happy time as Commencement Day? Come! Come! What cause have you for sorrow? CSeven girls crowd forward, excitedlyj. Yvonne Dulude: We've spent twelve years at S. J. A., and- Ursula Donovan and Angela Massoth: We've had such a good time!- Alma Lang: Especially during recess! Marcella Ernsdorff: No! No! Always! Especially at Arithmetic time! Frances Berg: Oh! We can't leave, Father Time! ' Dorothy Ernsdorff: It's like pulling a tooth, or-or breaking up a family circle! Father Time: tsternlyj That does not furnish me with any the important particulars! Angela Massoth: Well, I left the grades in 1920, and took high school as a matter of course, that is, all but history which was nearly the death of me. Father Time: You're lucky to be here to tell the tale, then, aren't you? Alma Lang: I'm lucky, too, Father Time, School has always been my pet hobby-and the high school bug-a-boos, Latin and History-I didn't mind at all! Agnes O'Malley: Oh, dear! I wasn't lucky. In the grammar grades my one ambition was to surmount the difficulties of Arithmetic, but in high school, I found Arith- metic mere play in comparison with that horrid old Algebra and Geometry! Dorothy Ernsdorff: Count me in with Agnes against Algebra, Father Time! But Geometry was all right, and English was royal-but-deliver me from the fines of broken test-tubes in the Chemistry laboratory! Father Time: Ye fleeting hours! How can I record those statements as fast as you make them! Eleanor Wiedeman: Shall I go slower, Father Time? We-e-l-1, Jean LaMay, Mona- claire Earl, and myself came to S. J.,A. in the fall of 1920, and have continued here throughout high school. I, for one, have enjoyed every minute of the time. Jean LaMay: So have I! I have always tried to contibute to our school activities, and be diligent in school work, and thus, by developing pep, I have made my school life peppery! . Father Time: Keep up the quickness in after life. Next.