St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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BE S T . MARGA R E T S AC A DEMY :: Minneapolis, Min n Scrap of 'Paper Class Playlet DRAMATIS PERSONAE Mr. Goodwin, a hanker........................ Mrs. Goodwin, his wife ................. Jack Goodwin, their son...................... Patricia Lambert, ward of Mr. Goodwin Herbert Sydney, a suitor of Patricia Hilda, the maid............................ 'l ime, Present. Place, New York City. Action takes place between eight and twelve P. M. of the same day. ACT i Scene—The library of the Goodwin home. Doors R. and L. L. and C., back walls lined with cases. Davenport, library table, easy chairs, etc. Mary Tecktonius Florence Danaher Mary Helen Kennedy Irene Slater Loraine Vanderlick Pearl Adams Scene i (Enter Patricia) Pat.: I .ate again, as usual! (She wanders aimlessly around the room. Hums to herself. l akes several books from cases—looks thru them carelessly. Finally takes out family album. Sits down—looks thru it.) Pat.: I wonder who this nice looking young man is. Why, he looks like father! (Enter Mrs. Goodwin) Mrs. G.: What are you doing, dear? Pat.: Just waiting for Herbert. Mother, who is this handsome boy? Mrs. G.: Let me see. (Sits down beside her.) That’s Jack, our son. Have I never told you about him? Pat.: Why, no. I didn’t know you had a son. Is he dead? Mrs. G.: No, dear. He’s not dead, but— (Enter Hilda) Hil.: (In broad Swedish dialect) Mr. Herbert bass came. Pat.: Send him in, Hilda. (Hilda stands in door and calls) Hil.: Would you please to come in, the lady says. Pat.: Hilda!!! (Exit Hilda.) (Enter Herbert Sydney.) Herb.: Good evening, Miss Patricia. Good evening, Mrs. Goodwin.

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Ilill ST. MARGARET'S ACAPK M V Minneapolis, M inn. ambitious intellectual move was the organization of a Dante class. Another distinction we enjoyed was Mr. Hewetson’s Literary chats every other Thursday. During the Senior year the clubs all took on a decided increase in activities. At an Initiation party the Spanish club, I .os Hombres de Pro, put on a very clever shadow play. These Pan-American sympathizers also showed the school how to make glazed apples. Le Circle ’Francais gave an entertaining party for their Spanish friends. The most recent of these organizations, the Kilmer Kwill Klub, far surpassed all the others. Its members produced and staged three quite pretentious plays. The Dramatic Art classes exhibited some of their talent during the year, but their best work was “Quality Street,” the class play. All the girls who took part and their zealous teacher Miss Keilett, deserve high praise. During Holy Week we had the great privilege of having Father Anselm, a Passionist, conduct a Retreat of three days. The girls all caught the spirit of self-introspection anil kept the silence remarkably. And, now, in going out from St. Margaret’s Academy each Senior looks regretfully at her school, always so hospitable and sympathetic. With difficulty we face our teachers, dear sisters of St. Joseph, and strive to speak our thanks. White-clad we issue forth to fill our places in the life. Oh world, receive us kindly and help us to succeed.

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M A K (; A K K T ' S A C A I) K M V :: Minneapolis, Minn. Both: (Rather coolly) Good evening. (Herb, helps Patricia on with cloak.) Her .: 1 hope I haven’t kept you waiting long. Pat.: (Laughingly) Oh, no longer than usual. Mrs. G.: Goodby, dear. Pat.: Goodby. (Exit Pat. and Herb.) (Mr. G. enters.) Mr. G.: Where are they going? Mrs. G.: They’re going riding. (Mr. G. rubs his hands with an air of satisfaction.) Mr. G.: Ah, they’re getting along nicely, I see. Mrs. G.: Somehow, John, I don’t quite trust Herbert. Mr. G.: Why, what’s the matter with him ? He has a fine position, good repu- tation, anil is as handsome as he can be. What more could you want? Mrs. G.: I know, but he is so different from our dear son. Mr. G.: Yes,our DEAR son. Would you compare Herbert with an embezzler? 1 lerbert is a l oy after my own heart. Mrs. G.: Yes, and 1 fear after Patricia’s, too. Mr. G.: (Walking up and down) To think that a son of mine should turn out to be a thief. Mrs. G.: Hut father, he is innocent. He was never proved guilty, and a man is always innocent until proved guilty. Mr. G.: Well, he never attempted to prove himself innocent,—but ran off' like a despicable coward! Now Herbert came to the front like a man and explained the whole thing. He was the one who showed us where the guilt lay. Mrs. G.: (With a sigh) Well, well father. Never mind, now. We’ve gone over this a thousand times. Let’s not dispute, any more. Come into the music room, dear, and try the new records. (Exit Mr. G. still sputtering.) Scene II (Enter I lerb. and Pat. talking as they enter.) Her .: (Tenderly) Won’t you say ‘‘yes’’—now? Pat.: (With troubled air) Please give me until tomorrow to decide! Her .: (Placing a little box on the table) I will leave this here and if you decide tonight, phone me. Pat.: All right. (I lerb., on drawing gloves from pocket pulls out a scrap of paper which falls unnoticed to the floor.) Her .: Good night, dear. Pat.: Good night, Mr. Sydney.