St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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 The walls are full of music drawn From twitterings in the eaves at dawn. V HEN the great snowstorm came to our Campus. it found itself un-molested at South Main, where it plied its artful craft in building shapes fantastic. It left a scene of wondrous, alabaster beauty. Our cameras caught it. In summer, the south view holds two very interesting features—Woodbine covers the entire wall, even trespassing on the rich red roof, and climbing the massive chimneys. This vine is the sparrows' Paradise. Here they sport, and spat and sputter, three seasons of the year, rousing the Nuns ere the matin bell for prayer, and chasing the welcome robins from their holdings. But the greater attraction is the little flickering flame, seen through all the windows, bowing and trembling before the King of Kings, consuming itself in vigil through the crowded day. and the lonely stillness of the night. Jeanne Halloran. South Main Snow-bound 19

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The West Main Porch “And so it chanced, for many a door was wide From hurry to and fro. 'T'O THE casual passer-by. just an old stone porch: but to the girls of Saint Margaret's, an archway of golden girlhood dreams. It was from this porch they first stepped across the threshold of their Alma Mater. Here their young hearts trembled with excitement as they opened that mystic door that admitted them to high school life. Here again those same hearts leaped with joy and wonder after that first blessed day at the Academy. And here for four happy school years, they hurried to and fro for classes, music, lunch, and home, as they laughed and chattered in school-girl ways. If care with freezing years should come. How soothing this scene will be. Theresa Casey. J 8

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I £ « u ---- “9 - ytsvE Our Porte-Cochere “What is this life if. full of care. We have no time to stand and stare?” A UNIQUE view of dear old Main is from the north side, where stands our inviting porte-cochere. This little snap of it registers two mental pictures —a gay past, and a dear past. Three score ago. or more, it was the entrance and the exit for the elite of our City, brought by prancing steeds to grand receptions. These were the pioneer days, with no Tea Rooms, no Athletic Clubs—neighborly days, when homes and hearts were big. Then came Saint Margaret’s: the atmosphere changed. Sweet, happy school-girls, in simple uniforms. have replaced the society guests. Many times a day they pass in and out this way. in search of the golden grains of knowledge which they are gathering from various studies. It is this dear scene that wakes the flame like incense grains on memory's altar. Marie Morgan. 20