St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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S T . M AKOAKKT'S A C A I) V Nl Y , MINN K AHOUS.MINN. Cf.cii.ia White My mother sent me from afar. Georgian1 a Volxcjkix In one soft cataract of fairy gold, Is her wonder woven hair. 'Hjt 7{ose Red rose in the garden blooms Sending forth its sweet perfumes; A shapely cup to catch the dew Kor thirsty bee and robin too. riie garden’s lovely belle is she, Always haughty, and proud, and free. Now and forever she reigns supreme The poet’s and the lover’s dream. Marie Allard, ’22 [26] 'JSC' ami You If you were me and 1 were you And my place you occupied, Would you like the things I like to do If you were me and I were you? Our changing selves would he so new, Do you think that you’d be satisfied, If you were me and I were you And my place you occupied? C. Hoy, 22

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S T. M AKGAK E T S A CAD K M V , M I N N EAPOUS, Ml N N . Eleanor Reynolds “One smile call’d up by unseen charity.” Loretta Ryan And thinks’t thou, I can part from this loved school with lightsome heart? Evelyn Wallace “Thy own dear voice is in our ears.” Marie Weiland “For a good poet’s made as well as born.” Florence Weis “She has the mildest manners and gentlest heart. 125) CATH ERIN E WATYCHOWICZ “One kind friend, a human friend.”

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S T. MAR Ci A R K T S AC A 1) F. M V, Ml N N K APOI.IS, MINN. Qlass Prophecy. Marguerite LeRoy THE ever-fairhful cock crew; but in vain. I had risen hours before and was now prepared for my day’s tour of my old home Minneapolis, happy in the prospect of renewing old memories and acquaintances. I breakfasted and hired a cab for the day. I was a little undecided as to what course I would pursue, but I trusted to chance to guide me. As I stepped into the cab, I turned to the driver to give my instructions. 1 gasped, stuttered, and finally outstretched my hand, for my driver was no other than my old schoolmate Marie Casey. She was my oasis in the desert, for she knew just exactly where to find all my friends of by-gone days. She mentioned an unfamiliar place of business where, she said, I would find a number of former acquaintances. I requested her to take me there. My destination being quite a distance away, I secured a paper to while away the time. My eyes wandered aimlessly over the Editorial sheet until a long, drawn out poem attracted my attention. “Mortal and Immortal’’ was the name of it, ami the author was—Harriet Putnam. Oh Harriet! You had found your place in the clouds. I turned to the front page attracted by the large head lines— “K. REYNOLDS NOMINATED FOR UNITED STATES SENATOR BY DEMOCRATS!” The article went on to say that Miss Reynolds was a Minneapolis girl whose business ability anil political maneuvering had led her to this exalted position. Fame, thy name is Eleanor! Rudely awakened from my reverie by shouting from the street 1 bade my friend-driver stop and I got our to find the cause of the disturbance. I pushed my way through the crowd and finally reached the foot of a stump on which was standing—I.ucille Campbell, talking—talking—talking—. “Down with Profiteers!” rang in my ears. I lingered for a short time to listen to the rest of that famous speech. After a while she noticed me and gave me a passing nod which cut short the cry on my lips. I instructed my guide to wait for me on the corner and entered the business building she had directed me to. As 1 passed along the corridors I noticed a sign that ran thus: MEAGHER CO., Inc. Try our new reducing system. Guaranteed loss of 4 lbs. a day. After indulging in a good laugh over this, I took an elevator to the second floor to see if 1 could unearth any more of my old friends. I was not disappointed, for I soon found myself waiting in an ante-room for the managers of a business 1271