St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SANDALPHON that lie deep in every true girl 's heart. This dust she has learned to re111ove by victory over self in the battles of everyday life. This method of dusting she learned ver earl . The luije of Zi spring day a11d a burning desire for a long skate through the park wa.s often almest too much for the seven-year-old Miss, especially when the task confronting her was nothing more tl1an dusting a few chairs! But under the care and guidance of that loving taskmistress HlXlothcr she improved little by little as the years went by. Most of her years have been spent in school. Ilere, too, there were those who dusted, the dusters and the dust. The largest and noblest duster in the room was always Sister, She helped to keep the chalk dust out of every girl 's eye! Now when we, the class of '26, think of inventing a new duster to eliminate some of this glorious dust around us we feel that we can depend on necessity to help us out. The failure of the dustless duster only encourages ns, for after all the dust is always with us even in tl1e brightest ray of the sun. My Mother lllARY IXIARGARET DoDD Graduate My mother! the words are a hymn to me, A prayer that I love to sayg In eadenees, soft and sweet and low It falls from my lips each day. Her eyes are just like deep-set pools, Of rippling laughing watery I hear the beat of an angel 's wings When I hear my m0ther's laughter. My n1other! so sweet and dear and good, God loves her full well, I know, Oh never shall I be half so good, No matter how good I grow. Though I search the whole world, far and wide I shall never find another, Who can ever equal or measure up To the angel God gave me-My Mother. D3ge SeV8l'ltY-SEVEII

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SANDALPHON Dusters DoRo'r11Y YOUNG Gracluatc VERY girl and woman sometime in the course of her life has made the acquaintance of that terrible ogre of childhood, that pursuing monster of latter years-thc duster. There is the duster with a handle and the one without, the old-fashioned duster and the new-fashioned one, the gay-colored duster and the somber one, the hemmed duster and the hemless one. But of all thc various kinds of dusters, the old-fashioned duster was the dustiest. It was made of gaudy feathers and was finished with a nicely painted black handle. It usually gave the busy housewife an opportunity to 'practice Job's patience. For after a steady half hour's swing of this feathered household aid she would turn around only to find that all the molecules of dust in some surprising manner had returned, if not to their former resting place, at least to one or another in the same room. This playful characteristic of the old-fashioned duster's displaced dust was especially provoking when one was perched on the top step of a six-foot ladder dusting the top of a very dusty bookcase. Just when the patience of housewives was almost at the breaking point as the result of dust filled throats and dusted rooms as dusty as ever, the cloth duster found its way into the tool-box of many a home mechanic. Then trouble began over the question of colors. Some liked yellow dusters because they brightened the room, others declared tha.t nothing would do but black. Some preferred striped dustersg others thought that the plain ones were quite the thing. In the arguments held over the back fence or the bridge tables, age played its part. The young bride said that all her dusters, regardless of their dust- removing qualities, would have to match the new rose draperies in her brand new home, while her experienced mother liked the soft variety that would do the work, and did not consider the colors. Now in our scientific age when every day sees some new invention on the market, we have the dustless duster. Fifty washings will not take the grease and oil out of it! This new duster is an improvement on the old-fashioned one be- cause it takes up the dust and leaves a fine polish. But then there is always the reaction and the polish turns back to dust in a few hours. Why not turn back the pages of the Book of Life and read about the dusters in the sweet story of the Girl Graduate? When we look at the pictures in this wonderful book wc think, not about thc brush, but only about the artistg his skill with the brush and the harmonizing colors. So it is tha.t in the dusty every- day life, mest of us think of the individual, her ability and the brush with which she paints her picture and thus writes the story of her life. The Girl Graduate has spent many tedious hours mastering the art of dust- ing-sometimes the process was an intellectual cnc, as for example when she was preparing for an examinationg again it was a psychological one carried on in moments of introspection when she sat down to study herself in the mirror of conscience. In her life, dusters of all kinds have played an important part especially in the formation of character. The dust of pride and self-efficiency and some of that which characterized Rip Van XVinkle's attitude toward any- thing like hard work, has a strong tendency to obscure some of the finer qualities page seventy-six

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