St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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The Clock on the Stairs THERE ARE clocks, and clocks, and clocks; bedroom clocks, with their rose garlanded ivory faces; stately grandfather clocks that preside over the hall from the stair landing; noisy alarm clocks that always go off at the wrong time, (usually too early!) ; the Coo-coo clocks with their darling little birdies; and countless other clocks. The clock that I’m going to write about is the school clock on the stairs! I’ve got so used to always looking up at it as I climb the stairs, that every time I approach a staircase, I automatically look for the clock. It’s just an ordinary clock,—no frills, or carvings, just a plain conservative oak case, and a very white staid-looking face with black hands. How often I've wished, hoped, prayed that it would be just three minutes slow! But no, a big sign announces to all. “Naval Observatory l ime.” Other clocks can be obliging and run down, but this one? Never! It’s a self-winding clock! Some clocks can look friendly and sympathetic, but this one—! If there’s to be an interesting lecturer, it just seems to say 'Til see that he doesn’t stay a minute overtime!” And if your almost late—as sure as you’re born, the minute your foot touches the bottom step, its hands will simply jump—fly to the half hour, and how it seems to chuckle to itself, as you hurry up those stairs that seem so endless. If the bulletin board announces examinations, instead of looking compassionately down, it will leer at you as if it enjoyed your discomfort. Oh, these school clocks! Are they all alike? Who invented ’em anyway? Charlotte Stephens En Route for France “It was a beauteous evening calm and free,” And I leaned on the railing of our ship Watching so breathlessly between each dip The changing clouds that seemed to touch the sea. Then looking west, in its tranquillity, The silvery moon rose gently clear and bright. Oh. could there be for me more pleasant sight Than to watch her gracefully, (so it seemed to me). Bend down to kiss each wave we left behind! Then. too. the pretty sea-gulls black and white. Which first announce our welcome to a land. Love to rock far out o’er each wave sublime. But still keep in the bright moon’s golden band. Ah me! The wondrous beauty of that night! Cecile Leclercq 1281

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Class JVill iilc tlje (Class of 1923, of St. 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, our last Will and Testament, hereby making void all former Wills and Testaments by us heretofore made. ITEM I. To Mother Frances Clare we leave the memory of fifty loving girls who were proud of the privilege of being under her supervision. ITEM II. To Sister Henrica we bequeath the glory of having successfully trained those girls to take their places in the world as worthy representatives of their beloved Alma Mater. ITEM III. To the Faculty we leave the arduous task of fitting the present Juniors for the exalted privilege of becoming worthy successors to the outgoing class. ITEM IV. To the Juniors we leave the title of Seniors with the following special distinctionsS 1. The occupation of the front pews at the Pro-Cathedral. 2. The joy of hunting their own overshoes in the small wardrobes. 3. The convenience of having the first gym class on Monday afternoons. 4. The responsibility of setting the example for the rest of the school. (This last refers particularly to the maintenance of silence in the Study Hall.) ITEM V. To the Sophomores we leave the happiness of struggling through two more years of study before they attain the dignity of graduation. ITEM VI. To the Freshmen we leave the honor of being promoted to the main Study Hall, and present for their perusal Sister Frances Rita's ideals regarding the rule of silence, namely. 1. Silence in the morning before classes. 2. Silence between classes. 3. Silence during study period. 4. Silence after the 1:15 bell until your departure. Item VII. To the student body we bequeath all of the School Spirit which we have accumulated during our four-year's sojourn in St. Margaret's, with the hope that they will add to it.—if they can. ITEM V111. A few select Seniors leave to an equal number of Juniors the privilege of using the mirror in Room 2 for assistance in powdering their noses. ITEM IX. To the beloved four walls of our Alma Mater we bequeath the echo of our footsteps whch will no longer daily resound through her corridors. WT. the class of 1923 on this day of June sixth, at St. Margaret's Academy. Minneapolis. Minnesota, do hereby sign the above as our last Will and Testament. Violet Murray 1271

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The Cafeteria (With profound apologies to Miss Amy Lowell.) There is At our school a Cafeteria. In it they serve Buns, Pickles, green-worted. Oh Henry’s chocolate-dipped And nutted. Eskimo Pies, silver-cool, Hot murmuring cocoa, Whirling In jade cups, fairy-tinted With roses And bizarre tracings. Girls dashing hither and thither. Restless, Staring. Flipping White-green books of dazzling truths. Bang! Smash! They go dashing to the floor Falling Down On other girls’ toes. Ping! Ping! The juice of steaming weiners Falling On the furry collar Of a coat! Perfume, Water- All in vain. The aroma Clings forever. Why do I eat them-Those olive buns? Maren L. Anderson Rondelet Am I good? I do not know—how should I know if I am good? I only know I try to be Sometimes I fail.—but still, I wonder.—wonder.—wonder if I am good. Elizabeth Henry [29]