St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Campus Memories The dearest spot you'll ever find. Go you where you may. There is no place that’s more beloved Than the campus of S. M. A. Each of the stately buildings Is packed with stories dear: The stories of tender friendships. That were made in school days here. And though time may bleach its color rich And crumple these dear walls. It can never blast the friendships That were formed in these dear halls. Memory Lane When I am old and tired and weary. And whether in joy or in pain. I know I shall always find comfort. When I wander down Memory Lane. I shall shut my eyes in contentment. Remembering a dear refrain. And softly I’ll sing of my schooldays. When I wander down Memory Lane. My girlhood dreams shall haunt me, My longings both simple and sane, I shall see the dear old school house When I wander down Memory Lane. My teachers, my pals, and the others. As we went through sunshine and rain. I shall see them again in dreamland. When I wander down Memory Lane. Then sweetest of all, the Chapel. Where the Master of all will deign To smile as He did in my schooldays. When I wander down Memory Lane. Margaret Neiuman. 23

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Our Music Building Thy memory be as a dwelling place For all sweet sounds and harmonics. UR dear old Music Building hath charms to soothe — charms all its very own. The Building is a symphony in itself, harmonious in its complex rhythm of doors and windows, its dormer lights, its creeping vines without: its high walls, its exquisite carvings within. Dimly seen through the silence that lies between now and then, something has woven a magic here that links us to girlhood days. Here we first timidily touched the keys: here we gave our recitals: here in fear and trembling we waited our turn to play for Scionti. And so from the beginner's pound to the artist's finished touch, those strains will ever resound in memory's hall. Truly. The song is ended but the melody lingers on.” Virginia Libby.

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'7 )e Y)l lyesye Evening F;ar in the east the first star shone. Bright in the blue, and all alone; And as the shades begin to fall. We hear from the brush the whippoorwill's call. Sweet and clear to his mate he calls. To return to her nest ere darkness falls: And a faint, red glow in the golden west. Tells of the sun sinking down to rest. It is at this time of quiet and peace. That all our cares and troubles cease; For we feel the presence of Christ, the King. In the world about us—in everything. Gertrude Gallagher. Recollections Endearing, sweet days that have flown. Most joyous and happy of all. In Chapel, class room and campus: 'Those days, how I love to recall. Our tasks and our work being ended We pause, ere we go on our way. To stop at the Chapel, so peaceful. And kneel for a moment to pray. Marion McCardell. An Aged Nun Softly she glides 'Through the corridors dim. Her lips move in prayer Like the chant of a hymn. Her radiant face Casts a heavenly air. For her thoughts are of God. And His Mother so fair. Gertrude Williams.