St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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S A N D A L P H 0 N Be Your Own Master RUTH NYE First lilictorie large white mount, hanging in a classroom of St. Joseph Academy, bore the inscription, Hlie Your Own Masterf! Ilelen looked up at it in a 'puzzled manner and said to herself, 'fWell, I do try to be 1ny own master, but sometimes,-5well, sometimes I just forget. It just seems as if all those letters have eyes and are looking at me all day. And, here I am right now, not doing my own work. Oh, dear, will I ever remember to do the right thing? llark! Sister is coming. June examinations were coming fast tllltl most of the girls were rather nervous. llelen was especially so. She remembered that once she had copied from another girl and her answer was wrong. No one had noticed it but she never felt just right about it afterward. The examination in Religion was first and Ilelen finished that without even glancing at another girl 's paper. But!-when llistory came! Oh! Ilelen never had such a shock in all her life. That fifth question! 'Why, it seemed as if she had never studied one of those topics before. A girl who was considered a little bit brighter in llistory than the other girls, sat very near her, and when Ilelen shot a knowing glance to her, the reward was a slip of paper containing the answer to that detested fifth question. The paper was all wadded up, but some- thing seemed to prompt Ilelen not to look at it. She glanced up and the card Be Your Own Master glared at her. She quickly tore up that tempting paper while she murmured a little prayer. The answer which Helen believed to be right now came to her mind. She wrote it, then finished the rest of the questions. She handed her paper-in and never felt more relieved i11 her life, at least, never after an examination. About a week later there was great commotion in the corridor. No wonder! The percents for the llistory examination were on the bulletin board. Ilelen ran down stairs as fast as she could, though in her heart lurked a great fear. She looked at the percents and there heading the list was-her name! Ilow could it be? Ilelen was dazed. Ninety-eight percent! Now she looked for the other girls' names, and Mary Studer's, that of the girl who had given her the fifth answer, was away down the column. Mary came up to her and said: How is it that you are first? Your fifth answer was exactly like mine. Ilelen answered, No, it could not have been. I didn't even look at the paper you passed me. I wrote my own answer. Ma1'y and IIele11 went back to the classroom. Ilelen, glancing up at a certain large cardboard, said: That's what warned me not to copy your answer. 'tlie Your Own Master, said Ilelen to herself. Truly, to conquer self means more than I ever realized. S af iM Ng - - as-fr - - iii. mdonfwru M- unlr T - A-lint.-Qi.J.lk SE Ll page sixty-six

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SANDALPHON As Mother was the joy of my cradle days so God grant she may be near me in all the little and big events of life. Dear Mother in your loving arms My childish woes were blest, Now years have gone, and still I come To your dear arms to rest. Home , DIARY JANE JUNK Fourth, Intermediate N READING the Man NVithout a Country it occurred to me how well Philip Nolan must have learned what home really means. Home is a place where love and happiness reign supreme. One who is obliged to absent himself from loved ones for some time, learns to appreciate a good home. A traveling man experiences a thrill of joy when his business trip is ended and he is about to return to his much loved home and dear ones. Home to the laborer is a place of rest and comfort, and the fatigue and weariness which he felt at the close of his day's work turn into pleasure, as he returns to his humble little home, receives a warm welcome from his wife and good children, and sees the unselfishness and appreciation of one toward another, as the little family gathers around the evening iireside .in winter, or comfortably groups itself on the pleasant piazza Cn a long summer evening. Love, which no artist can paint, is the chief quality which makes the home happy. With love must be united congeniality, good will toward one a.nothcr, and co-operation with, and appreciation of one another. A true lover of home will ind comfort in the lines: Though lonely the waizderer may deport, Aml for his footsteps may room, He clasps the closer to his heart The image of his home. My lcleal' Girl FARRELL BECK Fourth Intermediate Y IDEAL girl is of a refined and cultivated character, ever ready to help others and always grateful for favors bestowed. I-Ier first love is for God, then for her parents to whom she gives an implicit obedience. She is ever polite and respectful, and dees not go out into the highways to pick her friends, but chooses them carefully from among her acquaintances. My ideal girl is thoroughly good, and her sprightliness, and amiable disposition are the keys to everyone's heart. She is, indeed, human, therefore she has faults, but the graciousness with which she receives correction helps her over many rough and treublesoire paths. Her consideration for others makes her ever alert to give a helping hand. My ideal girl may not be so beautiful in face and feature, but the love and contentment which radiate from her countenance, and tl'e virtues of her daily life, so like those practiced by our Blessed Lady, superlatively enhance her beauty. Thus my ideal girl is one who would win a lasting place in the hearts of all. page sixty-five

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SANDALPHON Om' Lady? Shrine JANE DuwN1f:Y First lHIlfllI'7:C IIICIIIVS a sh1'i110 ill the COIlVt'Ilt 11111111-11, han-k lll'il!' f7l1e1'1'y St1'0et. lt is la1'g:0 and clark aml 0nv01'04l witl1 vi110s, and ill it stands a tall, white Sfilflll' of Ulll' Lady of th0 Sill'l'l'ii ll0z11't. Ch1th04l ill snow ill the WiI1fl'1' 1111111tI1s. th0 Sil1'illU is still iwillltiflli, d0spit0 its 0110011988 Slll'l'0l1Illii1lQ.YS. 'We I4:v0 it In-st, however, ill th0 Sllllllll1'I' tillllx. lI11110ys11ekl0 and wisteria vines l'l'lltit'l' it 00411 and shadyg f01'11s and tlowers 211111 ililllgjillgj haska-ts iwtll' fitting: Utillllltllly to the Sttltllti of tIu1l's UWII Mother. 011 Nay Day 11111' I'1a1ly's sh1'i110 is th0 lov01i0st of all th0 year. tllacl ilt'2l1'lS and willing' hands Illtlkl' 21 bowel' of t111w01's for th0 feast and as is our 011st0111, 4110 of the Q.l'1'ildlliltCS l'U2lliS tl1e Aet ol' C0llSl'l'l'ilfi0Il and 01'ow11s fjlll' Ilady. Ut't011 as I glaze VII Olll' l1a1ly's Sfilflll' and 1'00alI f111'11101' Nay Days, lllillly th1111g'hts 001110 to 1110. XVi1l our ht-arts always 110 as free and gay as ch11'i11g tht-S0 happy sclumohhlys? NVh011 sorrow weuds its way to 11s, may tl10 ll1l'lll0l'iK'S ut' ohh-11, g'ul4l011 days at Olll' 'Lady's sh1'i110, of the white clad grirls 1111 Nay Day, of tl10 Sisters wl111111 w0 wo1'1'i0d by 11111' fil0llQIil11t'SSYl0SS, and of th0 nhl 01111v011t gl'2l1'lil'Il where we spent so Illtllly carefree hours, bring' to our hearts em1s11latio11 and p0a00. page sixty-seven