St Joseph Academy - Jomara Yearbook (Yakima, WA)

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T H E A U R O R A Thirty-five When the crowd dispersed the transformation of Anna Maunhay was the subject of which every one spoke. And Anna, well a current of -new life had flown upon her. She found what she had looked for, and was contented. In later years she confided to her daughter how much she owed to a certain Latin teacher for having changed her from an ugly duckling into a swan. MARIE LANDRY, '25. TRIBUTE TO TI-IE SENIORS, Your school is done, and the time of study Has flown on the wings of day, ' And before you, life's great future Shows up beautiful as May. You see the lights of the future Gleam through past trouble and trial And a feeling of gladness comes o'er you For school days gone the while. A feeling of happiness and pleasure, Like some sweet fleeting refrain Which resembeles reality only As a mist resembles the rain. Gone, save from rnemory's store-house Are your simple school-girl days, What ever the future holds for you The past will be with you always. Even in the walk of your life work Which with honor may you grace Memories of school days shall linger, Recalling faces of that fair place. You will often sigh for days gone by, When memories dear to your heart Bring back the thought of your childhood, And tears from your eyes will start. When life' s great troubles assail you Or e'en though your life be fair, Let your voices rise like sweet incense To bless Alma Mater in prayer. And as you Write life's volume In the round of your daily choice, Let Faith and Hope e'er buoy you As the approval of a Heavenly Voice. -Anna M ary Devlin, '25.

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Thirty-four T H E A U R O R A THE UGLY DUCKLING October was just beginning to don its somber, autumnal robes, and the colleges were throwing open their doors to the boys and girls whose ambition it was to drink deeper of the wealth of learning. A new girl had come to Tildon College, and had registered as a Junior. Now the entry of a new girl into a class of forty should not have caused any ripple in the daily routine of college life. But this girl was an unusual one. She was tall, ungainly, wore spectacles, and, at their best, her clothes looked seedy. Worst of all, from the day of her entrance, she led in all of her classes. The boys in particular resented this, and they were determined not to stand by and let defeat hang a crepe on the laurel wreaths which had been theirs in the past. But strive as they would they could not win, and in every contest Anna Maunhay, the new pupil, was victor. Anna Maunhay had worked and studied very hard to win the scholarship which admitted her to Tildon College. A college education had been her ambition, her dream, her life goal, but now that she was really within the hallowed precincts of a college, and her desires were seemingly gratified, she began to realize that a great void .had come into her life. Try as she would, Anna could not make any friends among the student body. True, her shyness and reticence, made it hard for her to mix with new people, but at home she had many friends, why couldn't she make friends here? One day, when she was in the library, she overheard a conversation which explained her difficulty. What a self-sufficient, homely, goody-goody girl, Anna Maunhay is, anyway. Why, she never utters a word of slang, and she does not even use powder to doll up that ugly face of hers. When she walks she looks as though she wanted to tread on every one, and here, I've drawn a picture of her nose. Anna Maunday, such a name, and she is the girl I am to take to the Junior's Halloween Party. Now, I want you fellows to- Anna quickly left the library, her cheeks burning and tears of indignation streaming from her eyes. She might have heard more had she listened, but what she did hear was a sufficient explanation of her unpopularity. Every year the Juniors gave a Halloween party. It was the one big social event of the year. When the party was being planned, some of the girls expressed their sympathy for Anna. They knew that the only thing she had to wear was an old faded yellow silk gown, so behind their invitation to her lay the hope of her refusal to attend the class function. But Anna did not refuse, and so her name was placed with those of the other girls, to be drawn by the boys as partners. When Anna left the library, she sought a secluded spot on the campus, and there she sat and wept. In this sorrow she forgot everything else. If she had only known that the students scorned her sol The tears trickled through her fingers and fell on her lap. Suddenly she felt a hand laid on her shoulder. Anna looked up and saw that her Latin teacher, an elderly lady with gray hair, was gazing pitingly upon her. Somehow, and before Anna realized it, she had blurted out the whole story. The Latin teacher, Mrs. Ulcan, patted the girl's dishevelled hair, and as she did so, she stopped to admire the chestnut frame it made around Anna's face. When Anna arose, she smoothed back her hair, put on her glasses, and straightened her ill-fitting dress. Mrs. Ulcan noticed the change in Anna's appearance, and after a few words of kindly encouragement she invited the girl to take tea with her that evening. During supper a conspiracy was planned between Mrs. Ulcan and Anna. During the following week Anna visited Mrs. Ulcan frequently, and when she went she usually carried a parcel. The great night came. The hall blazed with lights, a babel of voices, vied with the orchestra. The first dance was about to begin, when George Alrit entered, his face beam- ing and his cheeks ruddier than usual. While he was elbowing his way to the cloakroom he met his friend, Brown. Say, old fellow,'i he whispered, see my luck. When I went to bring the mud fence to the dance, lo! she had been transformed into a fairy. Just then, the door opened, and a slim, graceful, figure, clad in shimmering yellow silk and lace, hovered in the doorway. All evening the girl in yellow silk was very popular, and not until the dancing was over and the time to unmask had come did the Juniors of Tildon College realize that the beautiful stranger was Anna Maunhay.

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Thirty-six T H E A U R O R A IN MEMORI AM The dawn of November third was saddened by the death of Sister Mary Benedicta, nee Winifred Gildea. The cross which overshadowed the community of the Sisters of Providence had darkened as well the spirit of the Alumnae of St. Joseph's Academy. Sister Mary Benedicta spent her school years at St. Joseph's, and was graduated in June, 1906. After graduation she entered the novitiate at Vancouver, and after making her vows taught in the school in Washington and Alberta, Canada. At school Winifred Gildea was generally liked by all. She was stamped to go through life in ways of principle and lovely womanhood, and the sweet amibility, steady cheerfulness, and painstaking perseverance which characterized her as a student fitted her to guide others courageously. In the convent, our teachers tell us, Sister Mary Benedicta stood out as the ideal religious. Her service knew no limit, and she was always ready to sacrifice earth's dearest claims in the interest of God and souls. May her spirit breathe blessings on Alma Mater and may her fidelity inspire us with a love for the deeper lessons of life. HER DAY WAS DONE Her day was done, and her spirit, So pure and snowy-white, Was wafted gently upward By angels in their flight. She saw the lights of His kingdom, Gleam faintly as thru a mist, And a feeling of gladness came o'er her, That her soul could not resist. A feeling of gladness and longing, That was almost akin to pain, Crept thru her, and cleansed her spirit, Not leaving the slightest stain. Come rest upon My bosom, Said the Master to His child. I will soothe that restless feeling, And banish thy passions wild. So on snowy wings they have borne her, That soul so pure and bright, To the feet of her loving Master, e A conqueror in the -Hght! -Bernadine Ditter, '25.