St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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S T. M A R (; A K K T ’ S AC A 1) K M V . Ml N K APOI.IS, MINN. Qlass Will Gerai.di.ve L. Lawrence IVc, Ihr Class uf 1922, 0j si. Margaret's Academy, being about to leave this sphere of learning, being in possession of normal mind, and memory, and understanding, do make and publish this, 0 r « and Testament, hereby making void all former Wills and Testaments by us heretofore made. Item i. To Mother Francis Clare we leave the memory of fifty girls who were proud of the privilege and honor of welcoming her as the spiritual leader of the Society of Learning, of which every student of St. Margaret's is a member. Item 2. To Sister Henrico we bequeath the honor of preparing another class for graduation, thereby adding more glory to the Academy of St. Margaret. Item To the Juniors we bequeath the title of Seniors, the responsibility of becoming the “darlings of the school , and the following important duties: 1. The maintenance of silence throughout the hours of 8:2$ A. M. to . £ P. M. 2. The necessity of saying “ Thank you for all assignments, especially for tests. ?. The up-holding of the standard of St. Margaret's Academy by your punctuality, and by your courtesy and obedience to all. Item 4. To the Sophomores we will our copyrights, and our best wishes for the future great scenario writers. Item s. To the Freshmen we leave t’r honor of upholding School Spirit, of becoming the poetesses of the Academy, and our Thomas and Howe Rhetorics to be referred to for punctuation. 11 km 6. To the Student Body we bequeath the honor of appearing in strict uniform from September ninth, to June ninth, without exceptions. I I'KM 7. A few select Seniors will to the same number of Juniors the privilege of using the last aisle of lockers in the Junior cloak room. Item X. To I.ucile Youseau and Marx Fitzsimons, the custodians of the Choral Music, bequeath the honor and privilege of caring for and passing said Music. II km tt. To the Faculty, we, the outgoing class of tyJJ, leave the satisfaction of having graduated a class of fifty girls, adorned with Wisdom, Discretion, and love for our dear Alma Mater, the standard of which w: will endeavor to uphold. Item 10. To the class of 1923, we bequeath the one-thousand-and-one minor details involved in preparing the Dayesye for publication, together with our best wishes for greater success —if possible. IFF., the class of t()22, on this date of June ninth, at St. Margaret's Academy, Minneapolis, Minnesota, do hereby sign the above as our last IF ill and Testament. [16J

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M A RGAR ET ‘ S A C A I) K M V , Ml N N K A POLIS, Ml N N . My Wee Spittle Qottage It’s just a wee, wee cottage I know, But oh! my dear, I love it so; And my heart would break, should it come to harm, My wee, little cottage, down on the farm. My cottage rests on the top of a hill, Just covered with daisies and daffodils; And a sparkling brook lends to the charm Of my wee, little cottge, down on the farm. Over the veranda red roses grow, Shedding their perfume, while soft breezes blow; And the snow or the cold cause no alarm To my wee, little cottage, down on the farm. The fields and meadows stretch far away. And God’s winged vocalists sing there all day; They come for their food, sure of no harm, To my wee, little cottage, down on the farm. My dear, you may live in your palace grand, With your cars, and servants that around you stand, But your palace, for me, can ne’er hold the charm Of my wee, little cottage, down on the farm. Nf.ii. Fitzpatrick, ’22 ‘Dream Cjirl Who is the maid with the golden hair, With the eyes of fire, and the feet of air? Who comes to my bed-side every night, And fills my dreams with gay delight. She’s gowned in dress of various hue, And on her feet are sandals blue; About her shoulders a scarf of white; And she fills my dreams with gay delight. Her lips like tiny rose buds smiling, Chant a song so beguiling, Bringing wonders before my sight And filling my dreams with gay delight. She glides and dances over the spread, Circling her scarf high o’er her head. Her feet trip lightly with all their might To fill my dreams with gay delight. 115] Marie Martin, ’25

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S T . M A K c; A K K I S ACADEMY, MINN E A I O 1. I S , Ml N N . “That Fount(iin 'Pen' I used to own a fountain pen, In fact I owned ’bout nine or ten. But of one I took particular note— 'Hie fountain pen that never wrote. I’d till the thing up to the brim, You’d think it held enough to swim. But lo! when I ’d begin to quote That fountain pen that never wrote! I suffered it rill one sad day When I needed it most urgently, Then when it failed, in twain I smote That fountain pen that never wrote. Alice O’Brien', '22 Sitffv ond I I hid behind the davenport, For Sally’s beau had come to court. How I longed to watch the pair, For Sally didn’t know I was there. Into the room he shyly came, Percy dear. —my what a name! She lured him from the straight-backed chair. For Sally didn't know I was there. Why he came was plain to see. He was as nervous as could be; She led him on, oh youth, beware! For Sally didn't know I was there. His tongue would say but yes or “no ; He looked at her white hand, anil so Sally, will you— he didn’t dare, And Sally didn’t know I was there. She said, I will , because she knew, Then 1 came out, it was my cue. They were happy. I don’t care,” Said Sally, “If you have been there.” Margaret McGill, ’22 (171