St Louis Academy - Academic Log Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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5 si .vi '''PX'JEE2121lllllIIllIIIIIllllllllIIIIIIIELCSZAZSG3 G L V7 5 N I N fi S ElhziiHIEIlllllIlmllljllllllllllllI'f!QiffI DfA -: .1 e CLASS HISTORY 1925 Another year has passed! S. L. A. has bade farewell to the class of '25, and we have risen to the distinguished rank of Seniors. Yes We feel our importance and realize our responsibility as leaders and models for the other classes! Three days are set apart each year, to enable us to direct our minds towards our spiritual welfare. The prominent days of this year were valuable, due to the fact that we realized more fully that perhaps we would never again have the opportunity of making another, nor would be encouraged by our loving teachers to make a good retreat. These days were indeed blessed and we trust and hope we have received the necessary graces to help make our future years, years of success, and fruitful in virtue. We shall carry forever, fondest thoughts of our last but most ardent retreat. The Reverend James A. Major, a former pupil and friend of the Academy was the Retreat Master. His talks to the girls were most instructive, and we could not help but trace that personal note in his voice sprung from the heart, for S. L. A. is his Alma Mater too. We shall remember the lessons he taught us, and try to follow out his idea of the Strong Woman of the World. The highest feature of our Senior year was the unparalleled honor of being the Hrst class in S. L. A. to publish a Year Book. Shall we ever forget the day it was announced that we might be the honored ones? We have tried to live up to the privileges that have been ours, and this initial edition of Gleanings is the result. We trust dear Alma Mater that we have fittingly corresponded to the great things you expected of us, and may we never fail you in the unborn years to comef, Now we looked forward to June-How much it had in store for us! Com- mencement with its days, or we might say Weeks, of preparation-studying, cramming for our Finals, attending the social events given in our honor and our eyes fixedly set on the one big day. But alas! it comes too soon! VVe are no longer school-girls,-our High School Diploma serves as a constant reminder of this. We are now to walk in other ways everyone traced out for us, by the Divine Hand. May each path along which we shall wend our steps converge to the Goal which has been idealized and mapped out to us by our beloved and devoted teachers-The Goal of True Noble Womanhood! This history is just a rough sketch of all that has really happened, but the entire history is marked with many unmentioned events that are engraved in the heart of each member of our class. May the memory of the happy days spent at S. L. A. be memories that shall shine like stars, and that shall foster our loyalty and devotion to the teaching of our Alma Mater-Saint Louis Academy. BERNICE MCCORMICK, '26. 14 cz 4.-QFt.'w'L9i -jllllilllliIIlllllllllllllllllIlIllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllIIIllllllIllllllllIllllllIIllIIlllllllllllllililllllllllllIIlIIlllllllIlllIIIIlllllllllllllllllll'Illlllillllillllll 125'-3. A H flu- . ,it it -. . A' Q .-4 A

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5 ff'-'N'QEfiEllllllilIllllllINIIIIIIIIIIIIEIEFFZSRGN fl L E A N I N G S L5''53SliIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllll-352'7''if C CLASS HISTORY 1923 The good old Summer time is over! September is here again! Its second week finds us once more re-united in our old haunts at S. L. A. But-we have grown older during the last three months, have out-grown our baby dresses, and now-we are big girls-yes- Sophomores.U What a relief to have lost that horrid title Freshies --We have often wondered why a poor school-girlls first year is blighted by the thoughts and perpetual re- minder of her Greenness. Now, it is our turn to laugh and enjoy ourselves at others expense-and we began the first day. We plodded on until Christmas recess. Before leaving for home we had our perennial visit from Santa Claus. This party and distribution of candy filled stockings is always one of the pleasantest happenings of the Yuletide Season. 1924 started another leaf in its Golden Book of High School Days. While it was yet in early printing we returned refreshed and anxious for the second semester. True to the expression April showers bring forth May flowers, our strivings and rehearsals during the rainy Month brought forth the blossoms of a delightful production The Hour Glass, in May. This recital was the compliment of the pupils of the Dramatic Society, and those specializing in Expression. Graduation week was one that none of us will soon forget. We saw the Seniors attain that for which they had striven four years, but our joy at their achievement was subdued by the realization that ,24 was leaving us, that no longer our older sisters would be at our side to spur us on to greater and nobler achievements. So we leave S. L. A. for a few months and Soph days forever. CLASS HISTORY 1924 Two years have passed quickly, and now we are wont to say We are wise, sagacious and fairly bubbling with the joy of living. A prominent work of the year was the public performance of the Mikado This we tried to excel in by helping generously to make our annual play a success. The characters showed unusual ability and gave every evidence of the thorough artistic teaching carried on in the Vocal and Expression Departments. We the class of 1926, modestly but proudly delight in the fact that we were awarded the banner for which every class so diligently worked. , Another signal event of the year was the Musical Recital to which the teachers, as well as the pupils, looked forward with great anxiety. Other doings that gave evidence of our school life are found in the formation of Musical and Tennis Clubs. As a fitting closing for the month of May, we had our Musical Recital in the last week. An elaborate program was given and artistically rendered. The Music Department boasts of many splendid musicians, several exceptionally talented pianists, besides the string orchestra of violins, cello and harps. The month of Roses was soon upon us, and the series of entertainments planned for the Seniors were given, each out-doing the last. Commencement Day alone standing in a class by itself, for is there a day in the life of a High School girl which means as much as this? We entered into the festivities with greater interest, inspired by the thought that our turn was coming, and that when June would again be with us, we should be the center of attraction and be the proud possessors of a diploma from S. L. A. 13 mv 2.2-'li'viIllIllilllii!IllllilllllillllllllllllllllllllIllIllllllllIIIllIIIl!llll!llllllllllllllIIlllllllIllIIIllIllllllllllllllIIIlllllllIIIllIIIlllIIIIll!!II!!!!lllllllllllllfllllillllil- fe:-M.-.f

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'-5 Qmlr.. 0 FJ Y 1. 0 ,. k if V J K-1 I-X-:areasmnunumnmuuummzess:-sas G L Ii .X N I N G S fiagia,gg,IInmmm.mmmpmgggrggg.-pf- :.. CLASS PROPHECY We had just returned from Commencement Exercises at Saint Louis Academy and being tired sat down before the fireplace, thinking intently upon the destiny of our graduates. The haze around the fire formed as it were, the veil of the Future through which we tried to peer. With Dicken's Christmas Carol still fresh in our memories, Scrooge's Yuletide Spirit influenced our trend of thought. Then Morphus laid her magic hand upon our nodding heads, and presently on wings of Vision, we were speeding off into the Land of Dreams. Out of the Vague mist a figure began to form which closely resembled the description of Dicken's personified Christmas Spirit! Yes! there it was standing ethereally before us: beckoning with his emaciated hand, he said, Do you class of u2'7,, wish to go to the Cave of the Future, to see what it contains? We gladly assented. The earth separated and we seemed to be falling down into an unknown abyss. When we finally stopped and found ourselves before a small, dark and narrow opening. We looked inquiringly about us and the Spirit divining our thoughts, told us in his ghastly rasping voice, which made us shiver and quiver with fear, that we had reached our destination-the Cave of the Future. He also stated that he would disclose to us, in the cave thirteen of the mystic rooms on which our attention was particularly centered. Then he continued, Join hands as the way is steep, rocky and very dangerous. We clasped hands and started towards the rooms. We went up grade and down grade and finally our way was barracaded by a huge stone. We were wondering how we were to remove this obstacle, when suddenly the Spirit in Sepulchral tones spoke these magic words Hokus Pokus Openokus, Lo! and Behold the stone was rolled away by unseen hands and before us lay the first of the rooms inhabitated by Penelope-the Weaver of Dreams. We entered and gazed hesitatingly about us looking intently at everything: there, as in one voice we exclaimed, Why there is a picture that resembled Elizabeth Soszynski! Going up to it we scrutinized each feature and characteristic and recognized it as being the Class President of 1926. While standing entranced the picture faded from sight and another portrait took its place. We saw Elizabeth seated at a large mahogany desk, before her several distinguished looking gentlemen. They seemed to be speaking of a very important matter, she, the centre on which all eyes were focused. We were wondering what and where she was, when a man entered the room. As he opened the door we saw these words: Miss Elizabeth Soszynski of the Diplomatic and Foreign Service Elizabeth had become t.he most renowned French interpreter of the World. Everyone looked to her to settle the French War Debt. She above all people could bring the Nation of France to terms. 15 C945-V13.'. L9 4 llllIIEllllEllIIIIIllllIllllIllIlIIIlIllllIllIIIIIllllllllIlllllllllIIIIIllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQQQQUQV1 acl' -.if I