St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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T. M .7 R (', .7 RET' S .y C .7 D E M Y :: M i n n e n p o I i s, M i n n. A PAGE OF HISTORY Florence Klll St. Margaret’s Academy has no distant past around which the fancy of the writer may roam in search of romance. In the prosaic year of 1907, thirteen years ago, when the Class of 1920 was preparing for its first glimpse of the fairyland of school life, the Academy threw wide its doors to welcome seventy-two high school students, four of whom were seniors. This favored first class were known to their friends by the names of I .ucille Babcock, Catherine Egan, Catherine Jordan, and Veronica Lohmar. As we look at our crowded class room now, we try to picture it with four chairs in a row, with ample spaces all around. What silence and what order must have reigned there! Did the Lucilles and Catherines and Veronicas of that day look down the dim vistas of the future and see the thirties and forties and fifties of later classes jostling each other about in their hallowed class room? Did they even dream of eating their lunch in a modern cafeteria or buying their food with paper currency made in Saint Margaret’s mint? They must also consider us very fortunate who wrestle with and overcome the sciences in lalxjratories fitted up with every necessary appliance. Neither are the presenr-dav students permitted to forget their predecessors, for almost every corner is adorned with a memorial of some former class. Our first glance on entering the building rests on the beautiful stained glass panels of the front door, and the statue of Saint Joseph, which is on the first landing of the beautiful front staircase, is our daily inspiration. The parlor table, the hall bench, and the instructors' tables, the baptolican and the herbarium in the laboratories are put into use daily, while the framed liberty bonds hanging on the walls are an incentive for us to save. That is, they were hanging on the study hall walls until the evening of March 31, when fate played a cruel joke upon us, for on that night fire broke out in the basement, swept up the elevator shaft, and caused sad havoc with the third fi x r. The next morning our beloved study hall lay in ruins, the skeleton of the piano stood guard over the front stairs, and, sad but true, the silence signs still hung in their old accustomed places. The beautiful walls and woodwork were greatly damaged by the water and smoke, and the large hole in the roof caused a greal deal of inconvenience during the April weather, but, in spite of all this, schoo resumed the even tenor of its ways after only a week’s delay, and the fire is now written in the annals of the school’s history. But almost all this, of course, is ancient history in so far as it concerns us. Now follows an account of Ourselves, the Class of 1920: 17

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ST. M A RG A R E T S A C A DEMY :: M i n n e a ft o I i s, M i ti II. Josephine Walsh The sweetest lives are those to duty wed. Gladys Wood A friend in need is a friend indeed. On k icks or Class or 1920 Frances ()'l Ialloran President Clara Waters ’ire President Ann Jenninos Secretary

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Class of 1920