St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SANDALPHON Why Wait? CECILIA HERBOLTZIIEIMER First Rhetoric FARMER entering the city of Columbus for the first time was greatly confused. Ile drove along the country roads in his Ford sedan feeling very proud of himself. But, oh, when he reached the city! His first stop was at Broad and High. To his amazement he noticed a large crowd of people, looking upward. Ile stopped his car with a jerk. His curiosity was roused, and he jumped from his Ford to the street. Not seeing anything to cause so much excitement, he inquired the reason from a passerby. 'l'hey're waiting on the lights, the man replied. NVel1, if that don't beat all! Imagine anyone waiting' for a lip,-ht. IIa! IIa! Then the chug-chug of his machine could be heard as he dashed across High Street. He seemed to be the center of attraction. Everyone was smiling at him. A policeman on horseback drove up and motioned him to stop. Soon he understood why the crowd had gathered on the corner. What do you mean by violating the traffic laws? When the lights signal to stop, you 're supposed to stop, hailed the officer, Oh, so that is what is meant by saying l'hey're waiting' on the lights' Certainly, certainly, the traffic cop answered. The farmer in a nervous manner told the policeman that this was his first visit to the city. The officer explained to him the idea. of the lights. After giving him a book of tratiic laws he dismissed him. In a very sheepish way the farmer looked about him. 'l'o his embarrass- ment he noticed that many people were laughing: After attending to his busi- ness in the city, he went home, and thinking over the day 's events, said to him- self, Ile who laughs last laughs best. That certainly is a good proverb. page one hundred Mty-two

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SANDALPHON Kfsunnyi! MARY NAUGIITON Second Rhetoric O BEGIN with, her real name was not Sunny, it was Caroline. But she was always Sunny to us, first, because she was always so sweet and good-natured and such a real pal, and secondly, because she had short, bright, golden curls, dark blue eyes, and a wcll-shaped mouth that was always smiling or singing. She was called Sunny from the time she could first toddle around, and somehow the name stuck, though, to be sure, it wasn't odd or unnatural. And there was so little of her! Just a little bit of cheerfulness, with a heart of gold. She was small and slender and barely came to the shoulder of Larry, her eighteen-year-old brother. Sunny,' was so brave, and was always ready to lend a helping hand, whenever and wherever it was needed, so that the whole Carrington family relied pretty much upon her. Sunny was always sunny, no matter what the weather, yet she must have often hidden a heavy heart beneath a cheerful smife and the kind, helpful word she had for others. It was Sunny who met her Dad every night when he came home from work and had his slippers ready for him. It was Sunny who was never too tired to help little Petty with her lessens er to spend hours of her precious time reading to her Aunt Lucy. To Aunt Lucy, who was an invalid, and very pessimistic, there was no one who could smooth the pillow as f'Sunny did or read to her in such a soft, soothing tone. Sunny was talented, too, and wanted so much to be a great singer some day. To be able to move a vast audience with that powerful voice of hers, to hear the thunder of applause as it shook the house, was her one ambition. It was a precious dream that t'Sunny hugged to her heart, while she never gave up hoping. , Larry, who seemed to understand Sunny far better than anyone else, was the eldest of the family, and the very best brother a girl could have. Ile and U Sunny were more than mere brother and sister, they were real true pals. Then there was Donald, quiet and dreamyg little Betty, and Baby Alice. Altogether it was a large family that lived in the little house hidden among the elm trees back from the street. One day in August Aunt Lucy died quietly and peacefully, with her hand in Sunny 's, and before she left she gave f'Sunny the savings she had acquired before a fall had made her an invalid, some twenty years before. Now Sunny', could have the lessons ste so ardently desired, the house could have a much needed coat of paint. Now there need be no more skimping and saving to make ends meet as before. It seemed almost too good to be true. So one bright morn- ing in September, Sunny bearded the train that was to take her to New York, where she was to 'pursue her long-desired purpose. The tears were swimming in her eyes, but she laugloecl bravely and kissed all good-bye. No one there was happier than Larry, but there was a big lump in his threat'as he said good-bye. It would be lonely without Sunny, and the home would seem so empty without her cheery presence. Ile would miss his pal, but he put his arms about his mother tenderly as Sunny would have done and led her home. After all, Sunny would come back, and her long cherished dream would come true. page one hundred fifty-one

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SANDALPHON The Garden FRANCES HIER Third lil: ctoric A gate within a garden wall, My gaze once chanced to meet, A little closer then I drew, My curious thoughts to treat. The gate swung back with gentle grace. What heavenly scene is this? The beauties of the glorious spot Filled heart and mind with bliss. Beyond the gate there stood a shrine, Which held an image dear Of Mary fair, serene and calm, How glad to be so near! About the shrine the tall green trees Like stately sentinels stoodg The sward, the shrubs, the flowery beds Gave aspect of a wood. My thoughts were all bent heavenward And, lo! the joy I felt Surpassed all joys e'er known on earth, As there I prayerful knelt. Ah! keep thy children, Mother dear, Who tread these walks with me, E'er near to Jesus, near to grace, And Mother, near to thee. Our Clock GERTRUDE DEHNER Graduate Do you wonder at all it's conceiteld and proud Since we gaze at it so, with its ticking quite loud? And while governing our days from its lofty bower, It proclaims with a challenge its wonderful power. Now just as sure as you miss your car, And fail to appear at the appointed hour, That darling clock is sure to be In its favorite mood, just contrary. Or if Latin you seek or Maths to devour In a period of leisure, that little half hour, The clock sees it's not one wee minute more, At the second precise its ring sounds like a roar. Then how it delays in its diligent way And it seems, just on purpose refuses to say That lunch time is nigh and we must not be late. But no, we just wait, and we wait, and we wait. The Best Place EFFIE MAY KIKEMPFER Iflourllt I oz termcdmtc I have seen the fairies dancing, I have been to fairy balls, I have seen the princes charming, I have been with knights in halls, I have been down among the mermaids, And in one place and another, But the place which I think best for me Is just at home with Mother. page one hundred fifty-three