St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Our Friendship Stairs O wonderful, grand old stairway, With carvings rich, unique! But grander and richer the memories Thy rise and tread could speak! HAT a host of memories this scene recalls! Many abreast, merrily down they go. those dear, sweet girls of S. M. A. Not silence, but stage whisper reigns supreme, which often swells louder and louder as the bits of gossip are more exciting, and thoughtlessly, they chatter away the brief, passing minute with a dear companion. This little refrain from 'The Winter's Tale” gives the atmosphere: “Jog on. jog on. the foot-path way. And merrily hent the stile-a.“ In mystic vision, we call back all the girls of twenty years, and file them down the same old place in the same old way—but how changed the faces, the voices, the news! 26 Lorraine Mulheran.

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 yrsve Our Little Chapel “Our trysting place with the Divine. npHE charm and quiet of our simple little Chapel will ever be a cherished memory that will shine forth in mystic beauty, like the afterglow of sunset in a twilight summer sky. It was here we came in school days, to tell our little tale of joy and sorrow to our Friend Divine. Here we felt the tender touch of His holy Presence, and our childish cares took flight. Praising and thanking Him. we withdrew from the sacred stillness, calmed, refreshed and comforted, having found infinite riches in a little room! Margaret Net Oman. But sec! the Chapel doors are open wide. A fragrance sweet pervades the sacred place: Our Guest Divine is calling. Come aside. And speak to Me in quiet. 'Face to Face . O holy hush! what calm, what peace you bring. As kneeling here we breathe our childish prayer, And with adoring Nuns we softly sing. Magnificat ! for all Thy blessings rare. 25 Marie Morgan.

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Our Study Hall “This learning—what a thing it is! •) rip IS a dear, dear place whose memories will play upon our heartstrings for-ever. In the retrospect we see many maids in many moods, but mostly happy—many dear Sisters with earnest, thoughtful, helpful looks. In our ears resound the learned lectures, and the rich strains of the lost chords that our Music Master drew from the old grand. But most of all. it was Our Study Hall. Hilclegarde Leese. The Hall of Studies, wherein every maid With eager earnestness for shining lore. In early youth hath a foundation laid. E’en such as scholars had in days of yore. Our Prefects, in their royal dignity. Kept peaceful quiet, far from din and strife. While every maid most earnestly pursued Her quest to find the grail of higher life. 27 Susan DeVoy.