St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SANDALPHON Cocoanut Grove, a. resort made famous by the movie folk. The manager of the place ushered in a party of three with his most impressive 111anner. As they languidly slipped marvelous chiffon wraps from their shoulders, I saw who they were. How dear old S. J. A. is represented all over the world! I thought, for the leading society women in Ilollywood were Coletta. Tebben, Martha Thone, and Catherine Cummins, who Very cordially invited me to join them, but just as my order for lobster salad appeared, the entire hotel van- ished, and once again was I an outcast in the weary world. Down a shaded, quiet street I trudged, and at last stopped before a tiny cottage set far back from the pavement, and nestling peacefully among tall cedars. I walked up a narrow little walk and rang the bell. After a rather long wait a young girl answered it, the visible frown on her lovely face melt- ing into the well-remembered smile of Helen Campbell. NVhy Frances, she exclaimed, how did you ever find me 'Z I thought I had deserted the world, as I am just at the climax of my treatise on that burn- ing question, 'Did Nero Fiddle NVhile Rome Blazcdi' Agnes Dunnigan, who illustrates the leading periodicals, has promised to do the sketches for my work. I left this haven of rest to conclude my journey and hurried down a lone country road until I reached the cross-roads, where I turned east. Suddenly I came to a bridge which was under construction, and hesitated somewhat to cross, when the chief engineer, seeing me, came over, carrying a big roll of blue prints. Alice Blair, it was, in partnership with Mary Louise Ca.rroll, in the Carroll-Blair Construction Company. She assured me it was perfectly safe to cross, so I waved a gay good-bye and proceeded on 1ny way. NVhen I had about reached the middle of the bridge, a man at the opposite end yelled, Run for your life, they're blasting the road away! VVithout another warning I took to my heels and began a record-breaking marathon, which was interrupted only by one of those unexplainable, unaccountable and dreaded Hlurches we all have experienced. I leaped several feet high in bed, and came back to consciousness, feeling rather dazed and bewildered at finding myself in old Columbus, after the extensive traveling my little morsel of wed- ding cake had occasioned me. Almost from pole to pole I had traveled, but not on the magic carpet of fairy tale days, nor by means of present day transportation. A tiny slice of cake had shown me the futures of my classmates painted in the most glowing and fascinating colors. What did it matter if the futures thus depicted were wild, utterly impossible? Perhaps the old saying, Truth is stranger than fic- tion, may assert itself and make the coming years yield paths more fantastic than those 'permitted me to see. Resting once more on my pillow, I fell into al dreamless sleep, little caring for more than the present. Ex Ove Seniors llIARGARET ZETTLER Grafduate Little Freshman, were you shy Trials, tribulations, tears? Once. and half as 'fraid as I ? Didn't tests. exams and all And how big it seemed, to be Sometimes fright you or appall? In high-schoolg and thus with me And were you happy when you'd hear Did you love to shout and play, A holiday was drawing near? Laughing all the livelong day? I used to think school-days were long I should think you'd always want But now I know that I was wrong. To dance and sing or tease and taunt. If Time would backward go in flight, Had you never any fears, I'd be a Freshman, just for tonight. . page one hundred forty-five

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AUTOGRAPHS folk, was a lovely study of Mary Brennan, who was now the ingenue in A Ten O'cloek Scholar , from the pen of Marie VVinkel, a promising playwright. As luncheon progressed, the entrance of two very attractive young ladies caused quite a. stir among the masculine diners. To our surprise, they were Elizabeth Ilinterschied and Mary Rodenfels. Then and there, we had a grand reunion, for they had but recently returned from a Teachers' Tour of U. S. A. Both were prominent figures in the educational world, Mary, having conquered her algebraic difficulties, was head of the Mathematics Department at Ohio State University, and Elizabeth, Supervisor for the City Recreation Department. In Kansas, they found Gertrude Ansel, whose husband had just been ap- pointed Congressman from that state, very busy getting ready to enter the political and social life of Washington. They had attended one of the NVomen's Club lectures in Omaha, and discovered the speaker to be Catherine Weiland, who was giving a most interesting and animated talk on Why Elephants Carry Trunks. At Reading they stopped to see Geraldine Zack and Lucille Fuller who, now Notre Dame nuns, were teaching Latin and Physics respectively to the young barbarians of the Academy. Our delightful party broke up, and as I glanced at my watch, I was greatly surprised that the hands already indicated three o'clock. Even busy women of the world cannot resist an inviting walk out East Broad Street on such a beautiful spring day. Toot, toot! sounded a collegiate horn. We turned and our eyesight was blinded by the brilliancy of a brand new, red roadster. Who was at the wheel but Virginia Harold, a popular member of the younger set, wearing a chic, all white sport outfit. She regretted her in- ability to take us for a spin, as she feared she would be a trifie late for her twelve o'clock luncheon engagement at the Country Club. Then, again, the scene of my dream changed, and I was listening over a radio. Turning the dials at random, I got IVSAI, broadcasting the new Metro- politan Opera Star, Mary Ritchey, who had usurped Marian Talley's place on the operatic horizon. Her voice came through clearly and perfectly, and for an encore, she sang Dear Old Pal of Mine. After that I got Benson's Orchestra, and as the announcer enunciated the names of the members, I was surprised again. Ann Leonard was the pianist, with Ruth Ilinterschied, first violinist. The other members I did not know. Their selection was applauded vigorously by their unseen audience. The last number I heard was a bed-time tale, Little Peter Rabbit, told by Meldreth Moore, in a soothing, lullaby tone. That scene faded away, and I was in a dense forest, wandering about pick- ing hare-bells and other wild flowers, when I came to a big stone quarry in some obscure spot, a.nd down in the pit was Frances Staudt, chipping off pieces of granite and marble, in search of a new kind of stone for her father's jewelry store. After that I found myself in a long, dimly-lighted corridor. Out of the gloom, as I reached the end of the hall, a material shape presented itself. Clad in spotless white apron, heavy rubber gloves on her hands, was Mildred Burns, now a celebrated surgeon, on her way to the operating room, to perform one of those seemingly impossible tasks for which her fame and skill were wide- spread. As all great people have their eccentricities, so too Mildred who would not set foot in the room until Mary Jackson, her chief assistant, appeared to accompany her. The next scene that my active mind conjured up before my subconscious vision was in the very heart of California. It was the summer opening of page one hundred forty-four

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SANDALPHON Class History ELIZABETH IIINTERSCIIIED, FRANcEs STAUDT Graduates N SEl l'EMBER EIGIITH, 1922, Saint Joseph Academy first welcomed us as students--fifty of us, all new, timid and unsophisticated. As our class was unusually large it was necessary to make two sections after which division we were escorted to our respective rooms. Soon we settled down to a regular routine illlll were introduced to Latin and Algebra which at first were difficult. After a few weeks, however, we found they were not such stum- bling blocks as we had imagined. Then the Christmas season arrived, with its traditional play, which our class presented, and its welcome holidays. Several weeks after our return to school came the mid-year exams and having successfully passed these we re- smned our usual studies. ' Early in February, Mere Maria Julienne, Mother General of the Sis- ters of Notre Dame, honored us with a visit. During the musical program which was given on the eighth of February, in her honor, the Junior and Senior classes distinguished themselves by singing the Belgian national anthem. In the spring under the direction of Reverend Father Hartman, S.J., we made the Retreat which was the first for 111any of us. The next important event was the arrival of June and the beginning of the summer holidays which came to us as a grateful respite after months of school activities. Upon our return in September, a few of our last year's companions were missing, however, their places were soon taken by 116W ones and the regular routine of classes began. The proceeds of the first annual bazaar went to the building fund, and thus it came about that, in March of the following year, ground was broken for a larger and more modern building. The annual Retreat was given in 1924, by Reverend Father James Preuss, S.J. A few weeks later the masque, Pageant of Youth, was presented at Memorial llall, by Sa.i11t Joseph Academy and its 111any friends. It was the most remarkable affair ever put on by any school in Columbus and played four performances. It was really beautiful, and as successful as it was magnificent. Shortly afterwards we completed our second year. NVc returned to the Academy fully conscious of the honor which we en- joyed as under-graduates. The most important event of the year was our mov- ing into the new building 'during the Christmas holidays. Although we enter- tained fond memories of good times in the old building, still the ample class- rooms, the many co11ve11iences, the efficient cafeteria service, etc., which the old building lacked quite compensated for any regrets we may have had. Reverend Father Rielag, S.J., was our retreat master in the Junior Year and gave us a most interesting and beneficial retreat. The Cantata Esther , by the pupils of the school, in the spring of 1925, was the first big production in our new assembly hall. Later came the J unior-Senior dance, which also took place in the assembly hall, on the twelfth of June. All present enjoyed them- selves immensely and pronounced the affair a social success. After vacation, with its host of pleasures, had come and gone, September, 1925 found us back at school determined to uphold the lofty dignity of Seniors. What a. glorious feeling of pride filled us as we entered those doors of our grand new building! NVe were elated to be Graduates, but our joy was over- shadowed by the news that two former teachers had left to take up duties else- where. Yet we needed o11ly an introduction to their successors to know that these vacancies had bee11 well filled. page one hundred forty-six