St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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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

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SANDALPHON The Old Stone Bench ALICE IIENRY First Rhetoric CC II DEAR, sighed Anne, I do wish something would happen. Here I am, supposed to be having a gay time in France, and in reality just sitting here moping around this old Chateau. France is stupid. It has nothing but memories, and everything is at a standstill. People say, 'Oui, oui, mam 'selle. Lafayette once stayed here a week'. And they expect a healthy American girl to be enraptured and excited for the rest of her life. Oh well, I hope we get started for America soon.-And to think, I teased to come here. Guess I'll wander around the grounds again and visit that queer old stone bench. With that, she strolled acress the park towards the bench she had mentioned. The gardens she passed were beautiful had she cnly paused to realize it. But her thoughts were gloomy ones and a diseontented lllllld does 11ot readily give admittance to the realization of beauty. Soon she reached the bench of which she had spoken. It was truly a strange ebject, .one to attract attention. The back and a small rim around the edge of the seat were curiously carved. Anne tried to pick out some sort of a design but she had not been able to do so. It was unusually high for a garden bench and Anne, who was rather small for sixteen, could not rest her feet upon the erth. True, it was not comfortable and Anne could not imagine why it should have been placed in the old French garden, but, as she had once said, That's the trouble with these old Frenchmen, they never change a thing! She ha.d asked the gardener, Pierre, why it remained there but he had only shaken his head and said, Non, non, mam'selle. So now Anne climbed upon it and swung her small, prettily-shod feet, back and forth, back and forth. But the bench was not comfortable and Anne soon jumped to the ground. In doing so, however, her ring, which contained a large diamond, set very high, caught in a crevice of the carved part of the bench. Ouch, that hurt. Her hand was twisted halfway around. Slipping her finger from the ring, she left it sticking in the bench. The gem refused to budge al- though she pulled and pulled. Oh well, she'd go and get Albert, that new Eng- lish gardener. lle looked as if he could get that ring out. Ten to one, if she got old Pierre he would just say, Non, non, mam 'selle, and go way stolidly. She found Albert and told him of her difficulty. Ile procured an ax and a big iron wedge, and Anne could not help but think how ridiculously they con- trasted with the beautiful gold ring. Albert was right, however, when he pro- posed to break away some of the weather-beaten stone from about the ring. He stuck the wedge into a crack just above it. With all his force he sent the ax against the wedge. It chipped off the part that had held the ring although the gold band was bent and scratched. Joyfully Anne stooped to pick it up, but. was startled by a low cry from Albert. Look 'ere, miss, this tl1ing's 'ollow. Another piece of granite had fallen, leaving a large hole through which Anne peered. 0-0-Oh see, get a flash-light. There may be steps or something in there. Albert produced a pocket flash-light and by its light Anne saw-a flight of stairs leading down, down. Get Pierre, she screamed, Hoh get him, hurry!! Ile'll know. And old Pierre did know. Ile told Anne that during the days of the French Revolution the members of the family had taken refuge from maddened mobs in that tunnel. The 011 page eighty-eight