St Joseph Academy - Jomara Yearbook (Yakima, WA)

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THE AURORA Fzfty-one J We found it down by the old wood mill, And down our spines crept a chilly thrill- As we jumped like racing slaves in bond, From log to log, across the pond. When we were young. And, oft, too we'd go in swimmin', We, the brave and growed-up wimmin', For one of us would surely fall, The log would roll, and a ducking's all! When we were young. We even tried to find the fishes, So's we could wish, and get our wishes! But our raft went down in the fishin' hole We forgot the fish-to come out whole! When we were young. And oft in school, we'd break the rule, And fail the law of order, quiet. With stealthy care we'd pull some hair, 'Twas really fun. We took the dare. When we were young. It was such fun to hear a scream, We used a ping oh, yes! it's mean- But that's all right-so was a boy, To rival him was a bad girl's joy, When we were young. And now we're grown so wise and tall, And gone is the zest of school-girl tricks Gone is the right of boisterous fun, 'Neath howling winds, and smiling sun. When we were young. But ah! the school-girl memory lingers, As we sift time's sands thru sterner fingers, And the sunlight of the Past still gleams O'er our golden dreams, and silver schemes, When we were young. -Dorothy Ernsdorf, ' 24.

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Fifty THE AURORA WHEN WE WERE YOUNG The sun was ever smiling, On dear old S. J. A., As little girls, with braids and curls We've Watched the sunbeams play. When we were young. But accidents have happened- I've heard our teachers say, Perhaps that is why a bright blue sky Called to mar our day. When we were young. We've heard the birdies sing in tune, We've seen the flowers bloom fair, We've scented e'en the smell of June When wind-blown March was there. When we were young. But even March with howling sounds Of winds blown fierce and loud, Could make us run in leaps and bounds, And cheer, in glee, each boisterous crowd. When we were young. Our teachers gasped in frank dismay, And told us to be ladies, But we were gay as birds in May, And sent discretion down to Hades. When we were young. Folks said that only boys were bad- And gave them all the credit For every fad in mischief clad, When oftimes, girlies led it! When we were young. But we could climb, as well as they! And oft we scaled the foot-hills We slid down hay, and-oh, there !-say- How We could shock beholders! When we were young. We've faced the strap the teacher wields, We've scrambled thru forbidden fields, We've torn our skirts-and barked our knees And scoffed, in scorn, at I's and we's. When we were young. We saw the boys, whom some called brave Make believe a pond was an ocean's wave, So off we started to find a place Whose daring would be a boy's disgrace. When we were young.

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Fzfty-two THE AURORA JEWELS FoR MARY MARY'S NAME Sweet name, ,when every name was new, Our infant lips were open'd to you, And whispered, Mary! Small tots, then youths, and graduates, How oft in need, or adverse states, We've whispered Mary! And now, when out from school we go, Oft times when things don't go just so, We'll whisper, Mary! Whene'er temptation comes our way, We'll fly to thee, dear Guide, and say, In a whisper, Mary! And when our hour shall come to die, Our lips, e'en then, will fondly try To whisper, Mary! -Marcella Ernsdorf, '24. SONNET TO MARY O, Mary, victorious Mother, gracious queen of heaven's throng, Sweet mistress pure, protect us from every stain of wrong. Deign thou to help each child along the unaccustomed way, Until We leave the austre bourne of lowly earth's brief day. O, Mary, ,virtuous Mother, mere words can ne'er convey, Our sorrow and our loneliness, if thou were not our stay. From thy glorious throne, O queen, look down upon thy children, And when we are in fear or need, pray, shield us from all danger. But Hrst, sweet, gentle Mother, make us worthy of thy care, That we may raise our hearts in song, and open our lips in prayer- To beg for courage and for strength, to sing thy praise always And, then, when life has sped its course, with thee to end our days. -Alma Lang, '24 TO OUR MOTHER O, Heavenly Queen, Mother of us all, Reigning in your holy bower, Watch us, keep us, to us always call, Dearest Mother, be our dower. O, Virgin glorious, virgin truly pure, And sweet with love and pleasure, Help us Mary, to our trials endure, Dearest Mother, be our treasure. Holy Mother Mary, be our guide To guard our steps, and lead us right, Upon the holy path, from evil tide, Dearest Mother, be our light. Sweetest Lady, watching from above, Fold us ever in thy mantle blue, Guard thy children in thy grace and love, Dearest Mother, keep us true. -Leona Champoux, '24.