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

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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

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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 xx 4'f'X'JEI1ffillllllllllllllllllllIllllllliifilekl-iii G L E A N I N G S .EPP-1'-E91HlilllllllllllllllIllllIIlIIII!i!!EE!'Zjf'PQ e The picture again disappeared and the Spirit informed us, that we should now go into the next room, in which we would see the future of Hortense Seymour. Yes, there it was, painted on the wall Hortense, our Vice-President, now the secretary to Mr Henry Ford She was seated at the typewriter busily typing some important documents Hortense had just returned from Cuba with Mr Ford having helped him establish a factory there for the manufacture of cars named after her employer The plcture passed and We went to the next room, and there we saw V1ctor1a and Aurella as consulting L1brar1ans of the Congressional Llbrary at Washington It was left to them to select reading mater1al for great men' Much depended on the1r choice We were not a bit surprlsed when we saw them at their work, and enJoy1ng it so much It looked quite natural, because Victoria and Aurelia were book worms We called them such at S L A The Spirit next led us into a room, in which was enacted the future of Bernice McCormick Our Bunny had become a promment Soc1al Worker Every day she was to be found IH the slums of Chicago, feedlng the hungry, nursing the sick consohng the sorrowful and domg good everywhere Manv of the poor, looked upon her, as their Angel of Kindness We passed through long, narrow passages and the Spirit conducted us 1nto another suite of rooms We entered the first one to our right and there we saw Margaret RIZZO She was standing in the doorway of a beautiful home, looking expectantly up the street, as 1f she were waiting for someone Soon we saw a figure of a gentleman walk1ng towards her, he seemed to be in a great hurry and when he neared the house in whlch Marge was stand1ng he broke IHIO a run Margaret greeted him Joyfully and they entered their happy home, closing the door behind them Margaret was married, the first of the class of 1926 We entered another apartment, in whlch was unfolded Emelee s future There she was dancing before a Vast aud1ence Everyone enthused about her, so beautiful was she Emelee Wayman had become a second Pavlowa And we all vush her unparalleled success We were again in the passage way but this t1me xt was not dark as before, it seemed as if the sun were shinmg and streamlng out of the door opposite us Our curiosity nearly choked us and we almost ran into the Chamber of Light, s we called It and whom did we find standing there, but Helen Pocewicz 1n the garb of a Sister of the Congregatlon de Notre Dame Helen had become Mother St Louis She expected to be sent to her old school Salnt LOUIS Academy and there was a general prayer that she would be like our own beloved teachers But then Helen was always good at school and we expected great things of her Leaving this little corner of Heaven strains of beautiful music fell on our ears We hastened towards It and there we saw that the Metropolitan Opera Company was presenting the marvel of the age Mademoiselle Laurette Kurrie and her accompanist the 1nternat1onally famed p1an1st, Miss Martha Cassidy Margaret was playing a Nocturne from Chopin When she had fimshed the applause seemed to shake the room She bowed her thanks and again sat down at the piano This t1me she played the Mlserere from Il Trovatore Who was that singing? Where did lt come from? We waited 1mpat1ently for a few minutes then Laurette walked serenely out of the wings of the stage, contlnuing her song ' 9 . H ,, . V . l 1 I K 1 ' cc ' as ' . . H . ,, . . . . , 7. . . . H . ,, a . . . U ,, . . . ' Cl ' as - ' 1 - - - cc - ra 16 - 6 G 'I '-fit-'limiJIIIIIEIIIEIlllllllllllllllIllIlIllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIII!llllIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllIIIIlllllllllllllllllIlllilllllIllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllillllll + 164--S'.f I