St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SANDALPHON Our Mothers FRANCES BRADLEY Graduate IIE world, as we wander gropingly through its highways and byways, alfords us many a glimpse of the sublime and the beautiful. Yet, if all the wonders of this world should unite, their union would yield to something more wonderful still, if all the beauties of nature should together find embodiment in one ideal, Beauty itself would do homage to a more ex- quisite beauty-that of a Mother's love. The eternal hills, old when history began, rising with their lofty tops to the very heart of the heavens, will not outlast or measure the extent of a Mothcr's love. The ocean, in its sea-green majesty, stretching away end- lessly into the distance, is but an imperfect symbol of her tender, life-long solicitude and anxious care. From cradle days to life's last sun, the protecting mantle of her love spreads round her child to shield it from harm, to lead it aright, to help it attain that lofty ideal which only a mother's heart can fashion for the object of its affection. When we consider that her life is often one of pain, of sorrow, and of sacrifice, something tells us that that loyal heart of hers must be fortified with countless graces a.nd a love that borders on the divine. Unmindful of self all through life, and especially in its darkest hours, there she stands with hands outstretched to help us on toward brighter days or to welcome us to the haven of her faithful heart. As she shares our sorrows, so she participates in our joy, and as her sweet smile lighted up the nursery at lifeis rosy dawn, so may our hearts re-echo until its close: Mother, your sweet face peers Ever anon, Bright through the mist of years, Leading me on- On thru' a sea of woes, On thru' a throng of foes, Promising long repose. When all is done. There's not a star that gleams Over the sea, 'l'here's not a flower that beams But speaks to me Of your great depth of soul Placid from pole to pole Under that sweet control, God's charity. Often my eyes grow dim Thinking of you, Pray that my tears beget Courage anew Nobly my part to play On till Life's closing day Then may I hear you say, Child, you've been true. page fifty-nine

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SANDALPHON So last week at the party, Mr. Jenkyns brought about a reconciliation between the two ladies. Miss Pole has had about five gowns since we were here, and Mrs. Forrester has a new set of dishes. The people in general are still the same. Everybody practices economy to a very high degree. And there are only three of us here who have umbrellas. Last Sunday when I went to church I had an awful time, but now I know how to handle mine. My aunt bought a new spinnet the other day, so I'm going to take lessons. Although she won't allow me to have any followers, I am having a pleasant time just the same. Well, Aunt Aggie wants me to go down to Johnson's for some muslin for a pettieoat, so I must close. Now write soon, and if you see John tell him I am thinking about him, but Auntie won't let me write. h Your loving friend, RITA FETH. Marjorie Daw lVlARY IJORETTA ZUBER Second Rhetoric CC ARJORIE DANV, written by Thomas Bailey Aldrich, may be con- sidered a model of the nineteenth century short story. The author, by means of fascinating letters, unfolds in a very realistic and natural manner picturesque life at 'tThe Pines. In fact, his treatment of thc subject matter is so entertaining that each reader wishes to visit this charming spot. John Fleming is the victim of an unfortunate accident which makes him an invalid for a short time. Doctor Dillon, his physician, requests Edward Delaney, Jack 's chum, to write to him frequently to ward off the despondency which is bound to come to an invalid. Edward, in one of his letters, describes a beautiful girl who lives in a colonial mansion across the road and whose acquaintance he hopes to make in the near future. Jack becomes interested and in his reply begs Edward to tell him more about this charming maiden. Edward meets this enchantress at a tea and learns that her name is Marjorie Daw. By way of conversation he tells her about his invalid friend and finds a sympathetic and interested listener. Whtfn Jack learns of this he becomes infatuated with his dream girl Cas she might be calledj, and desires her picture. Edward replies, The picture will be impossible to get, and Jack has to content himself with imaginary pictures. Edward now becomes a messenger between them and his letters to Jack arc always full of things Marjorie has said. In a letter to Edward Jack ex- presses his desire to visit The l'ines.'i Edward, in his reply, tells Jack as tactfully as pessible that such a visit is out of the questifn at present as Mar- jorie's father is still storming because of the diselesure she made to him con- cerning her attitude toward the absent invalid. Despite all Edward's warn- ings, Jack persists, and an early morning train brings him to The Pines. When the train had passed, Jack looked about him. The scene upon which he gazed was a very different one from that which his friend had described to him. The perplexity of the moment, however, does not trouble him long, so anxious is he to reach his destination and talk matters over with Ed Delaney. Alas, the servant who answers the bell, tells the caller that Mr. Delaney is not at home, but that he has left a note which may possibly explain his absence. Eagerly Jack takes the missive, but as hc reads, a feeling of helplessness comes over him. llis perplexity at the station was but the beginning of his sorry awakening to the fact that There is no colonial mansion. There is no piazza. There is no Marjorie Daw. page fifty-eight

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