St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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 -

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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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5-4 £) ay c ye. IVa?iderings of a Se?iior zjftind in the Spring u IRLS. the assignment for tomorrow is to characterize Lear and Gloucester. V J and name the chief events leading up to the crisis of the play.” That's not so bad. I think I can answer them now. If we had been given a long lesson I don’t know what I should have done. Spring, and I have to stay in school. Well, maybe I can keep my mind where it belongs and maybe I can t. Look at that little bird out there singing as if he would burst. I wonder if he's sympathizing with me or whether he enjoys seeing me slaving away. With his head cocked on one side like that, though, he looks as if he was wondering what on earth was the matter with me to stay inside on such a beautiful day. O. but wouldn't I like to go out to the lake today—and no possible chance to go. Describe the character of Cordelia. A------h. she was very gentle and forgiving. Whew, that was a narrow escape! Maybe I'd better try to keep my mind within bounds. Thanks. Ad. you saved my life that time. Say. wouldn't you love to go on a hike today? It's just right outside. There goes McGinnis.” and without gloves. No doubt about it. the spring certainly has arrived, and I have to stay cooped up. I wish to goodness Catherine Fox could manage to get here on time once in a while. It's sort of diverting though to listen to the lecture she gets on promptness. What! Going to see her after school! Can you imagine that? We aren't even going to have the fun of listening to the lecture. Straw-bcrrics-berries-berries. straw-berries-berries-berries.” Here comes the old fruit man. I haven't seen him since last summer. Wouldn't I like to have some of those berries though! My mouth is just watering. If I thought those vines were strong enough I'd climb down and get some. Why on earth don't they have a fire escape down from this window? I have been wondering what I'd like to be and now I know. I'll be a contractor and build schools with plenty of fire escapes that go clear down to the ground. Sally, dear, could you possibly manage to keep your feet on the floor?” If I were Sally I'd tie weights on my feet to keep them down. It's an awful state of affairs when a girl is so light-footed that her feet insist on flying into the air. Just listen to those small Pro-Cathedrals hooting down there under the library window. How well they know that we would cheerfully give ten years of our lives to get outside. Really. I don't see any reason on earth why we couldn't hold classes on the campus. Helen Finch, you be the fool. Sister must think the part is particularly suited to her character. Fire?” Where? They're stopping right across the street. I wish I could get down there. False alarm! Can you imagine th3t? O. well, it wouldn't be right I suppose to wish a fire on anybody, but I think it could have been more exciting. I don’t see how I'm going to live on until school is out. For mercy’s sake, what is that? Explosions? No? Only a man beating a mattress. That man should be taken in for disorderly conduct. If I had a mattress that dusty I'd burn it rather than put the public endurance to such a test, especially with a school across the way. I wonder if there’s any chance that we might get out early today. Let me see. No. I guess the case is hopeless and I’m doomed to stay here till 1:15. I certainly should love to go to the country or to the lake and stay there till September. But no chance till after June sixth—no chance. U9 - Josephine Flynn.