St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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S T. MAR (i A R K T 1 S A C A I) K M Y , Ml N N K APOI.IS, M INN. famed far for his genius, who did inflame them wvth love of the beautiful and of the good. In the fyrst month of the followynge year, they did begin labour on their biggest enterprise—the editing of their precious Book—the Dayesye of the Ye of Dave. They took myriad of snap-shots that its pages myghte shine in beauty and flutter in myrth. They became versed in the Art of approachynge Monye-dealers in quest of Advertisements. On the evenynge of February twenty seventh, a most high privilege was granted these maidens; for on that evenynge, by virtue of four years of diligent studye and good demeanyor, they were admitted into the societye of the very worthye and very honourable Alumnae of their Alma Mater. Now these maidens have laboured diligentlye to make of themselves a worthye unit of that bod ye. They have strivene through ditficultyes, into anothyr broader school to enter, that there they may faithfullye deliver the message wyth which they have been instrusted. Alice O’Brien 22. mi

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m S T. MAH (; A K F. T 1 S A CAD F M Y, Ml N N F A POL IS, M INN. m All Ye who come this way% stop, and con well this page, that ye may know of the Hi story e oj the brilliant Class oj Twenty-two. WAS in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and eighteen, that there assembled at this Institution of Lernynge, three-score of youthful maidens called “Freshmen.” These same, into their task of acquaintynge themselves wyth the maisters of lernynge, wyth all good zeal and serenitye did enter. But scarce two months had passed by, when a dredful maladye came upon them and caused, forth wyth—a reste—. After some weeks, wyth eagerness, they did return and did complete their werk wyth honour and promises of a future fa ire. In the ninth month of the followvnge year, back they did come, athirst for more knowledge, the which, they did drink in great abundance; and they did partake, besides, of Parliamentary Law. Wyth strength derived from this Art, they formed themselves into a Class. They did progress most rapidly, when lo! there betel—the Great Calamitye—the fire, that razed their faire school and sent them sojournynge twixt neibor kynde anil home forlorne. Then that they myghte the more promptly be reinstated at their owene abode, they did raise monye for that purpose by menes of a faire showe. In the year nineteen hundred and twenty-one, these yonge folk took to themselves, the title of Juniors. Wyth this and wyth lyghte hertes beatinge under their new unyforms, they began their werk anew in their owene beautified school. These Juniors, fine things, were destined to do. Fvrst, they did embark upon a commercial enterprise, anothyr showe, for the furnishynge of their belovyd Librarye. From this, they returned safely, laden wyth precious cargo. They prepared a festivitye for themselves, wherat they did much enjou themselves. At a charmynge partye, their Seniors feted them. And now, at this tyme, Ye Merrye Juniors, did undertake for them in turn, a pretentious partye, wyth a goodly number of novel features. Three years had passed now, and these maidens had entered into the realm of the highest—they were Seniors—wyth all the privileges and responsibilitves shared by members of that elevated station. In this high realm, these maidens became each a daughter of the Muse of Poesye; and under her guidance, swich charmynge verse they did write! Varied it was, and glorious to rede! Some inspiration, perchance, they received from one Mr. Hewetson, a man |101

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I . M A K (; A K K T S AC A I) K MY, NIINNKAPOUS, MINN. The Song of the Kettle Oh! the kettle sings on, seeming ever so gay, A l ig shining kettle enameled all white. And it sings through its nose forever and aye. A sweet song without words it sings alwav; A song that is friendly, and merry and bright. Oh, the kettle sings on, seeming ever so gay. Vet, sometimes the song has a touch of gray, A hint of sadness, though vague and slight. And it sings through its nose forever and aye. It’s tone is as gentle as leaves at play And it’s nose is exceeding plain to the sight. Oh! the kettle sings on seeming ever so gay. Never tired, sings both night and day; Now soft and low, now with all its might; And it sings through its nose forever and aye. And all kettles are doomed, so people say, To sing forever, a pleasant plight. Oh! the kettle sings on, seeming ever so gay, And it sings through its nose forever and aye. Harrikt Putnam Cjood Night W hen ile moon am swingin’ low. An’ de soft night breezes blow, Den close your li’l eyes up right An’ say to all de world “Good-night.” l)e nightingale am singin’ too, An’ all de chillun’s ’sleep but you— Shut dem li’l eyes so bright, An’ say to all de world “Good-night.” If de mornin’ be of joy, Now's de time to sleep, niv boy. So go to sleep, li’l brown-eyed mite, An’ say to all the world “Good-night. M xruarkt McGill, 1121