St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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t£)aysdy IVhen I Ivas J ittle and U (ow WHEN I was little, the world was a great big beautiful place full of nice people and large slices of bread and butter covered with jelly. 1 didn't have anything to do all day long but play and when I got through there was a great big supper waiting for me. I am afraid that I thought mostly of eating in those days. Nothing caused me any trouble—not even my hair because I wore my bob straight. Lessons did not exist. Now that I am a senior my troubles are many and varied. Lessons loom large on my horizon. I am supposed to graduate, but have my doubts about it. Even my hair is a bother now as it must be curled all the time. I can not play childishly as 1 used to because now 1 must preserve my dignity. When I feel a desire to shriek with unholy mirth it must be immediately suppressed. I am continually having my manners and my walk corrected. 1 am not allowed to go out as much as I want to. 1 am also made to feel my advanced age when the little freshmen come up respectfully and ask me questions. Backward, turn backward. O Time in thy flight. Make me a child again just for tonight. Often have I heard this quoted but never fully understood its meaning till now. Alas. alas, tis hard to be old and a senior! Helene Krogstad. The (Vucifix The crucifix—it hangs upon the wall Above a mirror in the English room. And seems at all times to dispel the gloom. As it pleads to God. the Father, for us all. The morning sunlight round it gently falls. And weaves a spell that lasts until the noon, A dream of beauty, but it fades too soon. Though soft light lingers till the shadows fall. I looked upon that figure hanging there. The feet were nailed together to the wood. His love for us the cruel pains did bear. How could I murmur, when I understood His love for me had placed His image there To shed His life-blood on the cruel rood. Ramona Schroeder.

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Jt) The C. I. P. A. Qonve?itio?i ON Thursday evening. November 29, 1923, Bernice Reed. Florence Kearns. Margaret Tierney. Kathryn Leavitt. Helen Cavanaugh and Lucille Hardy left Minneapolis to represent St. Margaret’s Academy at the C. I. P. A. convention at Madison. Wisconsin. We were accompanied by Sister Henrica and Sister Frances Rita. In St. Paul we were joined by a group of girls from St. Joseph's Academy. Two coaches, which were occupied only by delegates, echoed with gay chatter about the coming convention and other affairs until our chaperons suggested that 1 1 :00 P. M. was a good time for going to sleep. Friday morning we registered and got our bearings about the campus. The college students were very kind and opened their sorority houses to us. In the afternoon we attended a meeting arid had a special conference with a number of editors who offered very favorable criticisms on our 1923 DAYESYE and also showed us where improvements could be made. A banquet followed by a short lecture and a dance was given Friday evening for the delegates of the C. I. P. A. convention. The boys of the public schools of Minneapolis helped us out by cheering for all Minneapolis schools in general, for we, being girls, had to act more dignified. Saturday was a day of great excitement for all the delegates because it was on that day that the books and all publications were classified and received their certificates. The annuals were divided according to the size of their schools. With great pleasure we noted that many of the Minneapolis high school publications were given honorable mention in one way or another, but we were highly gratified when the DAYESYE was rated as a first-class annual in Division III. Margaret Tierney. “IVas It Ever K tiown to Fail? Isn’t it strange when you have studied hard And you know your Spanish so well. And you’re sure you know the translation And all the words can spell; You have finished all your home-work. And you have done your very best; Tis then she'll never call on you. Though she calls on all the rest. And when you do not do your work. And in lessons you know you'll fail. You're the very first one she will call upon. Was it ever known to fail? - 26{e- Helen Noon.

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£)ayc Uf£. Original Translations At J'C.igitt (Cichendorff '- (achts) I I stood in the forest shadows As tho on life's fleeting brim: The fields were like darkening meadows, The stream like a silver rim. II The only sound that reached my ear. Was of bells across the wood: A doe raised its head in timid fear. Then slept, in its quiet nook. III The tree-tops on the summit rise And rustle, as if in a dream: Then God moved o’er the clear, blue skies. And blessed the land and the stream. Rose Spaulding. sJkComifig (Jog J Happy life so fresh and new Awakes from nightly dream. And on every leafy tree The dewdrops brightly gleam. They glitter on the fragrant rose And on the violet blue. They glisten on the thistle's down. Those silvery drops of dew. Ah. those sparkling pearls That gently glow and gleam— Thev are merely tears of joy That from ev'ry leaflet stream. TERESA KAUTH. Absorbed (1 o gtJ While the pattering rain-drops fall We wander under our parasol: You gaze at me. and I gaze. too. Blissfully happy, back at you. Thus we saunter along the way. All heedless of the element's play. Not observing in the least That the rain long since had ceased. Marion Weiland. • 28 -