St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SANDQILPHON There was joy iI1 the heart of every girl as she witnessed the breaking of ground for the new building. Every day she watched with breathless anticipa- tion for the realization of her dreams. The opening festivities were held and hundreds came to inspect and admire our new building. Its large, cheerful, and well equipped classrooms, its Inodern cafeteria, its gymnasium and specious auditorium, all hold a tender spot in the hearts of the girls of St. Joseph Academy. Oh! yes, the old building brings back many happy memories of the days that are gone but not forgotten. Grieve not nor sadden, counting these as crosses, Thinking that in progress love is growing cold, Young hearts are weaving now sweet mem 'ries for the future, Sweet as any memories stored in days of old. Memories of Childhood MARY VIRGINIIK DRESBIXCK Second Rhetoric IIILDIIOOD holds for us joyful, carefree days of laughter aIId sun- shine, the recollection of them makes us happy and thankful. It is, in- deed, a great pleasure to throw ourselves into the past, recalling the friends, the places a.nd the memories which we love and can never forget. When we see little children romping and playingto their hearts' content, it makes us wish that time and those priceless days had not passed so quickly. CHRISTMAS Christmas was always a gala time at our house when I was a small girl, not only the festival itself but days before and after. One Christmas eve, after receiving a promise from Inother to call me if Santa came, I weI1t to bed happy and expectant. Not long after I was awakened by my brother, who whispered, Come quick, before Santa goes. He picked me up and ran down the stairs two steps at a time, carrying me on his shoulder, but good, old Santa had gone. I ran over to the huge fireplace and almost lost my balance in my vain endeavor to get a glimpse of him scrambling up the chimney. It was too late, I could hear neither his merry laugh nor the jingle of his proverbial bag of toys. Crushed with disappointment, I turned a tear- ful face toward mother, whose look of mingled sympathy and love Inade all Iny tears vanish. Then I spied a great heap of toys in one corner of the large living room. It was not an easy task to induce me to return to bed that night, and when at last I did go, half the toys went with me. MY SAND PILE After a great deal of coaxing, my father had consented to get me a sand pile. Since I had my heart set on it I was truly delighted when I saw a team of black horses entering our back gate with what seemed to me a whole Inoun- tain of sand. As it happened, it came on Saturday evening after I had been cleaned up , so, of course, I could not play in it until Monday. All day Sunday I cast longing glances at the back yard where my new sand pile lay, and willingly went to hed early that night to make the time seem shorter. After an early breakfast on Monday morning, I went skipping joyfully into the back yard, in the hepe of spending a delightful day at this new kind of page eighty-fave

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S A N D A L P H 0 N The Thoughts of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughts CoNs'rANc1c Ull-SRIEN Third Rhetoric Class OCKED away in my treasure case of cherished memories is the recollec- tion of our early days spent in the old Saint Jeseph Academy. What strange emotions stir the soul as one sits in retrospective mood! What a thrilling experience was our debut into the primary department! We had anx- iously anticipated our first ride in the bus, but we must confess that that Hrst ride was not so enjoyable as we had hoped, for a definite route had not been laid out and 111any of us minims did not know-where we lived. It was dread- fully confusing but things were gradually straightened out, and we all arrived home in safety. llow proud we were when we made our first public appearance on the stage of Saint Cecelia's llall! It was there that we learned to be Christmas angels and shepherds , there we walked the stage boards as fairy kings and queens in regal trappings, followed by a retinue of faithful subjects. Many proudly displayed their dramatic ability, while some timid people were wont to become stage struck. There were times when we had learned a. little speech to our Hfingers' ends Ollly to forget every line of it as we stood before the awaiting audience. Can we ever forget how we looked forward with eager anticipation for the arrival of Distribution Day? And after we had marched up to Sister Su- perior to receive our medals and ribbons as prizes for various studies, how over- joyed we were at the fruits of our labors. And then when we were negligent and had not worked as hard as we might, we looked enviously at other medal- bedeeked girls and resolved that thereafter we would study as hard as possible, so as not to be outdone in prize winning ability. It was a great treat to assemble in the old hall for a lecture or concert, or even to View the traditional lantern slides. And what shall we say of the cher- ished inconveniences of the luncheon accommodationsfl Verily we realized that it was good for brethren to dwell together in unity. It was in the old Academy building that the first bazaar was given for the benefit of the building fund. How zealously we sponsored the cause, and how diligently we worked selling chances and doing everything that was in our power to make the bazaar a success! Many joyous events we view in retrospect, but none holds a place of fonder remembrance in the hearts of the girls than May Day. Dressed in white, carry- ing waving banners, singing beautiful hymns to Our Lady, the procession slowly wound its way around the gravel paths of the garden and reverently each knelt around the shrine, while one of the girls crowned Mary our Mother, Queen of May. Transition from Intermediate grades to the High School brought a long- coveted privilege as well as a thrilling experience-that ef our first retreat. The instructions were given in the dear little Convent Chapel so frequently visited by these girls who have learned to seek strength and comfort from the Tabernacle. The old Academy building of pioneer days kept pace with the increasing demand for education until very recently, when the enee spacious classrooms had become over-crowded and she was turning away many disappointed girls who sought her for their Alma Mater. Thus the building of a new school be- came a dire necessity. page eighty-four

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SANDALPHON play. My joy was short-lived, however, for after perhaps fifteen minutes I came running toward the house screaming. Mother, thinking I was hurt, tried to iind out what had happened. Finally between sobs I managed to say, It was a spider-in my brand new sand pile! MY FIRST SCHOOL DAY My bashfulness when a little girl made me dread very much the day I should have to leave mother and go to school, for we were such pals, mother and I. Just to think of not being able to go to her with each little affliction and joy, east gloom over what many other children look forward to with eager- ness and delight-the first day at school. When the unwelcome day came mother and I very silently walked the few blocks which often afterwards I traversed so gaily with my schoolmates. After a few kind words, mother left me at the school door. On the very verge of tears I east a longing glance after her, but I was determined to be brave as daddy had said I should be. Soon school was in full session, and life, indeed, had a different meaning. Since I knew my A B. C's, could count to fifty, and could write my name, I had the honor of occupying the front seat. I felt quite proud of myself and when I returned home that night I told mother that I loved school and wanted to go every day. She smiled in a knowing way, kissed me, and called me her brave little girl. i Advice on Latin MARY IXHIARGARET Doon Graduate Now Latin is a dreadful thing, And how we hate to do it! So l'll just give you my advice And that is, Girls, stick to it! First Year lf you find it hard to learn Amo, amas, amat, Stay at it girls, and soon you'll know, Porto, portas, portatf' Second Year If All Gaul is divided, And your head is spinning round, Just light the wars with Caesar, And the secret will be found. Third Year And then with wicked Catiline And Conscript Fathers grave Why just keep on and' listen well, What though Cicero rave. Fourth Year And if Of arms and the man, you sing, And ean't quite get the tune, Just stay right at it till the end, And you will have it soon. So every night when you start in, And think you just can't do it! You'll feel much better when it's done Because you've just stuck to it! l page eighty-six