St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Our Snow Bound Campus HPHE wind harp s moaning and groaning Had waked me in a fright— Look out! What pallid scenes were wrought That blizzard-stricken night! Our three rich, ruddy buildings Were decked in downy white; And when the sun flashed on them. They were a wondrous sight. Forms of snow-white beauty Stood out in the morning light. Like sentinels frozen on duty. But still kept watch all night. As we gaze on that realm of whiteness In the calm of the noon-day light. Our thoughts mount up to the Master Who can change all the world in a night. Mary Meyer. 16

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MR. WILLIAM McGINNIS “Old Faithful11 J JE’S around here in the morning. He’s around here late at night. And every time you need him He hops right into sight. We call him just “McGinnis.” His cronie is William, true: They do the work at S. M. A. For the Nuns and me and you. He keeps us warm and cozy When the mercury falls low: And his smoke is always curling When the wintry blasts do blow. He clears the walks in winter Before the break of dawn: If you come around in summer. You can see his velvet lawn. To us he is “Old Faithful.” And we know him by his smile: And when we go we’ll miss him. For he's been here quite a while. Mary Meyer. 15 MR. WILLIAM HILL

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Front Main Such scenes have power to quiet The restless pulse of care. A MINUTE’S walk from the noise and crowd to this quiet, calm retreat. A demure and stately mansion, standing so sublime: just grand enough to be simple, and simple enough to be grand. What tender, sacred memories this view recalls! Memories that grow fonder as they fade into the dim past-memories that pass in grand parade adown the aisles of thought. Here we first saw the gleam, lit our lamps of learning, and began our valiant quest. Then throbbed the high noblesse oblige that hence must urge us on. These are the things that touch the heart Like the swell of an old refrain: For these are the things men died for. And they beckon us home again. Mary Holmes. 17