St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 180 of the 1932 volume:

kA The Dayesye miNMe pous public li e n.Ativ rosemary holden - - editor-in-chief kathryn mcguire - - literary editor margaret williams - - business editor copyright 1932 by the st. margaret’s academy minneapolis, minnesota The Dayesye Edited by the Class of 1932 of St. Margaret s Academy Minneapolis, Minnesota •••’ Volume XHi • • MHC iUf LD 1501 vfs- 2 3 5 Administration Scenes Faculty Class rooms School Seniors---Romance Juniors---Poetry Sophomore$---Adventure Freshmen--lmasination Activities Departments Clubs I he theme chosen by The Dayesye for its thirteenth volume is Ihe Book. Within its pages is treasured the beautiful fruit of intellectual effort and intercourse which have united teacher and student at St. Margaret's Academy in the common cause of culture, character, and Christ-like living. Herein is set down the record of a year which has been blessed in friendship, achievement, and prayer. While only the Recording Angel has kept the complete account of what has been accomplished, this little volume has put in permanent form some of the precious souvenirs which will inspire the students in future years and edify the friends of today. May all those who wrote and read these pages find their names written in the book of life. John Gregory Murray, Archbishop of St. Paul April 21, 1932 i dedication Phyllis Naramore To His Excellency,the most Reverend John Gregory Murray, we, the Class of 1932, loyally dedicate this book, in token of the cooperation and good will we bear him. Thus, as our Annual is a product of the finest we have to offer in scholastic endeavor, it is a symbol of our willingness to give our entire support, to the best of our ability, to our Spiritual Shepherd whose yoke is, in ill truth, sweet. Thj Most Reverend John Gregory Murray his excellency, archbishop murray “He became all things to all men that he might win all to Christ This pen picture of St. Paul truly depicts the character of His Excellency. Archbishop Murray. This quotation, too, is a Catholic defining of the word democratic, when we say. “His Excellency is truly democratic.’ He rubs shoulders with the great and the lowly; he greets the college professor and the poor laborer with sincere cordiality; “He walks with kings nor loses the common touch.” Is education the topic of conversation? He is afire with enthusiasm for improvement in instruction, for a deeper religious note in teaching. Is social service the subject of discussion? He gives suggestions, maps our procedures in such a way that his listeners conclude that Archbishop Murray has made social service part of his major study. But his sacerdotal duties, his guarding of the flock lately entrusted to him are his greatest care. His Excellency graced our assembly hall in March. We then pledged him our loyal service. Again we offer him our mite of cooperation. May we be to Archbishop Murray what the Acts of the Apostles relates Priscilla and the other women were to St. Paul. St. Joseph spouse of the blessed virgin mary Dorothy Ramsey His life seems veiled from us. and still I sense his being there, lending his kind and gentle strength, a guardian for the Son of God; unpraised, unsung; his face lined with a thousand furrows born of care. For simple and unassuming as he was. he knew his mission, understood his task, and realized the greatness of his trust. He asked no praise, no honor, nor courted worldly wealth and power. A menial task consumed his hours. A carpenter by trade, he labored day by day for mere existence: yet blessed he was. for by his side with wisdom rare and steady gaze sat Jesus, the Savior of mankind. ati o n n the beginning mad the l orb, anb the 8Jorb toad mitfj ob, anb the ?Dorb luas (0ob. ®fje dame mad in tfje beginning mitij ob. 811 tijingd mere mabe bp i)im, anb mitbout pirn mad mabe nothing that toad mabe. 3in pirn toad life, anb the life mad the light of men; anb the light dljineth in barhnedd, anb the barb-nedd bib not comprehenb it.... l)e mad in the morlb, anb the morlb mad mabe bp pirn, anb the morlb bnem pirn not. pe tame unto pis omn, anb pid omn receibeb pirn not. Put ad manp ad receibeb Pirn, pe gabe them potner to be mabe the dond of ob; to them that beliebe in pid name; mho are born, not of bloob, nor of the mill of the fledh.nor of the mill of man, but of ob. 8nb fEfje ©Horb mad mabe fledh, anb btaoelth among ud: anb me dam Pid glorp, ad it mere the glorp of the onlp begot-ten of the Jfather, full of grate anb truth. f. n. good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit. —milton Me steps to c I ass old main from eve tV� e arbor Musics .0 dSS'c drive faculty Sister HENRICA. Principal. A M.. Uni-vcrsity of Minnesota. Religion Sister Gregoria. A.B.. College of St. Catherine. German-Religion SISTER Irene. Associate Certificate. M.M.T.A.. Piano-Violin SISTER Hilary. A.M.. Columbia University. History-Religion SISTER AzariA. A M.. University of Chicago. Science-Religion SISTER ST. FLORAE. A.M.. University of Minnesota. Frcnch-Spanish SISTER Cos.MAS. A.B.. College of St. Catherine, Community Civics-Religion Sister Hubert. A.B.. University of North Dakota. Commerce SISTER Marion. A M.. Columbia University. English Sister Emmanuel. A M.. University of Minnesota, Science-Religion Sister Francis Rita. A M.. University of Minnesota. History-Religion Sister Anne Loretta. Licentiate Certificate. M.M.T.A.. Piano Sister St. Margaret. M M.. Conserva-toryof Music. Chicago. Piano-Harmony Sister Merita. Licentiate Certificate. M.M.T. A.. Conservatory of Music. Chicago. Piano-Harmony Sister Mary Evangelita. a.b.. College of St. Catherine. English-Religion MISS Rose DURCH. A.B.. University of Wisconsin. Latin MISS MARIE ElBNER. A.B.. University of Minnesota. Physical Culture Miss Cecelia Lenz. A.B.. College of St. Catherine. Speech-Dramatic Art Miss Mary O'Brien. A.B.. College of St. Catherine. English-Mathcmatics Miss Collette Schissel, A.B.. College of St. Theresa. Mathematics Miss Charlotte Stephens, a.b.. College of St. Catherine. English-Art MR. John J. Beck. Scarwenka Conservatory of Music. Berlin. Chorus SIGNOR Silvio SCIONTI. Conservatory of Naples. Italy. Visiting Director ARCHBISHOP MURRAY FATHER REARDON FATHER BRAND FATHER -HAUER FATHER GILLIGAN MR £CK SCIONTI FATHER BRADY MISS tIBNE MISS STEP-HENS MISS DURCH I 19 J MISS O'BRIEN MISS SCHISSEL -Pi€C£PTlON AOOtA 56C0ND LlfchA y fclOLOGy LAfcOKATOftV [ 20] I z 1 3DliiO Disnw AMOlVMCftVl AVH5IW0H3 ddV19 5A99AV0 AWWI1 lS tld iNawiweo S4IV1S 0ISSV1O our chapel Dorothy Ramsey We have viewed the soft fall of snow, the first green budding of spring, and the warm glow of the summer sun from the chapel windows. The outside world changes unceasingly, but in the inner sanctuary of our little chapel there is no change. Dark days lose their gloominess as we glance at the little sanctuary light burning bravely, a challenge to our troubled hearts. We feel His presence as truly as mayhaps we might in some dim-lighted cathedral, its Gothic spires reared heavenward, and Raphael's iMadonna on its marble wall. We need no ancient grandeur, no exquisite fruits of the old masters to awaken our souls to grateful prayer. Our little chapel with its simple furnishing and quiet air of simplicity is our cathedral. Here we may lose ourselves in silent adoration for His majesty enthroned behind the small golden door of the tabernacle. We know that He will hear us when we invoke His aid. that He desires not the death of a sinner but that He be born again to life. We believe all this, but somehow it seems more real here in God's own home. It is with a subdued feeling, a feeling of awe and of consuming love that we leave our little chapel and journey out into the sunshine, into the day and what it holds in store for us. into the world. I 22 I the sacred heart Dorothy Ramsey The twilight stillness gathers here around the Sanctuary light. A tiny breeze causes it to flicker, Grow dim. and then with sudden burst of joy, throw its Ruddy glow about a statue. This crimson light reflects Upon a hand. His hand, and one that suits Him well with Its perfection. The hand is pressed against His Heart. A heart in which we all are loved with no distinction. Not proud like a king's heart, but gentle like a father's. Thus we see Him in the evening calm, not a Master to be Feared, but a Father to be loved—The Sacred Heart. I 23 1 1 retreat Rosemary Holden Suddenly the rude clangor of the insistent gong breaks through the subdued buzzing of the crowded assembly hall. An instant of last minute chatter and all is still. The tall priestly figure of the scholarly master appears in the open doorway and as he passes up the aisle and kneels at the base of the platform. all quietly rise and bow their heads in deep, expectant silence. Our Father, who art in heaven —and so the year's Retreat begins. There follow three days of peace and quiet meditation, a pause in the puppet-show of human affairs, in which we find the truthful answer to that all encompassing question. “Do you love the Master? Timely words of counsel and of consolation seep deep into our hearts awakened from their lethargy, and echo the simple sincerity of the leader’s urgent voice. Restful strolls through hushed corridors—uplifting, pious reading—soothing visits to the lovely chapel—attendance at daily mass in the great Basilica, that lends a sense of awe and mystery to the sweet routine—benediction in the tiny chapel, accompanied by the joyful chorus of three hundred prayerful voices—these are our Retreat highlights. But the culmination of its spiritual message is here portrayed: the melodious sanctuary bell rings out its three-fold tone against the low murmur of the celebrant’s. “Lord. I am not worthy : slowly, the lines of grace-surfeited girls wend to the gleaming altar rail and there receive their Blessed Lord: the fluted organ softly sings the lovely Adoramus Te Christe. Mass completed, the priest descends into the lofted nave, and following his last instruction, raises his hand in papal benediction—“ Benedicamus Domino. And so the nineteen thirty-two Retreat prayerfully ends. [ 24 1 v° In the ancient past. Egyptians carved their temple walls with scenes picturing their life. Delvers in the sands of time bring to light stone records whereon are chiselled in sacred hieroglyphics the history of these Retu. Very old and very rich is the Chinese written language. History and literature were written in exotic characters, on wooden blocks and on papyrus, by the artists in the days of China's greatness. And as years, decades ebbed on. and we find the tales of our own Indian story-tellers recorded in darksome figures on the white of the American birch bark. come and take choice of all my library, and so beguile thy sorrow. --shakespeare the fountain of wisdom flows through books. -greek proverb romance Phyllis Naramore Graduation Day...and then an embarking on the great Adventure. Thumbing through the pages of the mysterious Book of Life we steal a glimpse at the chapter V headings. Fortune-seeking is the S theme and a tale is told of joy ' and inevitable sorrow. Part Qne is entitled Hard Work. Its message is one of zeal and sacrifice, but the endins voices the fulfillment of dreams Knowledge Applied Victory. I 25 1 Margaret Mary Ahern She holds her little thoughts in sight, Though gay they run and leap. She is so circumspect and right: She has her soul to keep. Alice Mrynetl Zerelda Ann Albright High-spirited and arch she stood. A princess of royal blood. Who weaves her thoughts in rainbow prism— Their beauty like a holy chrism. Heloise B. Hawkins Veronica F rances Althoff She looked a little wistfully. Then went her sunshine way: The sea's eye had a mist on it. And the leaves fell from the day. Frances Thompson Eleanor Margaret Baker Lily-like, white as snow. She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Oscar Wilde I 26 ] Margaret Amelia Barbery In mirth and wot her voice is low. Her calm demeanor never fluttered: Her every accent seems to go Straight to one's heart as soon as uttered. Samuel Mint urn Peck Margaret Eileen Barrett Finished and flawless. Crisply designed. Here is the aweless Breath of the mind. Louis Untermeyer Pearl Mildred Barta I've gazed on many a brighter face. But ne'er on one for years. Where beauty left so soft a trace As it had left on hers. Mrs. Bailey Frances Isabella Bauman But all remembered beauty is no more Than a vague prelude to the thought of you. You arc the rarest soul I ever knew. Lover of beauty, knightliest and best. Sara Teasdale I 27 J Berth Grace Benninghoff Anyone who ably masters her calling. In a way no one can surpass. 'Who scales her ladder to the top without falling. Is an artist of distinction and class. Alice Stettiner Barbara Mary Bethke And she is swallow-fleet, and free From mortal bonds and bars; She laughs because eternity Blossoms for her with stars! Fannie Stearns Davis Elizabeth Margaret Bounger A little maid with sweet blue eyes Looked upward with a shy surprise Because 1 asked her name. Awhile she bent her golden head. Anonymou Arvilla Joan Bookwalter For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake. A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality. Sara Teasdale I 28 | Vivian Marie Breska She had an understanding with the years: For always in her eyes there was light As though she kept a secret none might guess— Some confidence that Time had made her heart. Scudder Middleton Audrey Elizabeth Brunner I am fevered with the sunset. I am fretful with the bay. For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay. Richard Hovey Elizabeth Cecilia Busch The seasons all held charms for her— She welcomed each with joy: The charm that in her spirit lived No changes could destroy. Mrs. Hale Loretta Marie Charnock I know not if her eyes are light As summer skies, or dark as night— I only know that they are dim With mystery. J. W. Riley I 29 ] Catherine Grace Comerford The strands of your dark hair glinting To the rays of the roving light. The touch of your hand imprinting A message too fine for sight. P. R. Mina hart Mary Elizabeth Connolly And o’er my thoughts thy vision floats. Like melody of spring-bird notes. When the blue halcyon gently laves His plumage in the flashing waves. Benjamin Roselyn Kathryn Ekberc. For April left within your eyes The peerless azure of his skies; And snowy blooms of May Are on your brows. Anonymous Genevieve Elizabeth Emmer Two eyes 1 see whose sunny blue Rivals the summer skies; Two lips whose ripe and cherry hue With bright carnation vies. Anonymous I 30] Mary Elizabeth Flemming Mary is a gentle name Like the sound of silver bells. Like a blue and quiet flame. A friendly, wistful name and airy— Mary. Selma Robinson Cleo Irene Groll Swiftly her thoughts in rank Rise rapturously. Higher than topmost branch Of that great tree. Vere Latham Baillieu Patricia Ruth Halloran And June impressed The kisses of his rosiest day On cither cheek. As for your hair. September stored his treasure there. Anonymous Elizabeth Lancaster Harrington Against a background of Spring garden flowers. She grew to girlhood in a Southern place. Her eyes were blue as the delphinium's petals: Her hair sun-gold. Violet Alleyn Storey I 31 j Bernice Louise Hastings Wisdom slept within your hair. And long-suffering was there. And. in the flowing of your dress. Undiscerning tenderness. Rupert Brooke Elaine Alice Haverland A sweet little voice comes ringing From a cottage over the way: 'Tis a fair little maiden singing The whole of the live long day. Mary Ingram Mattit Ethel Marie Hefter My heart is warm with the friends I make And better friends 1 11 not be knowing: But there isn’t a train I would not take. No matter where it's going. Edna St. Vincent Millay Rosemary Anne Hennessy Her face is fair and smooth and fine. Childlike, with secret laughter lit: Drooping in pity, bright with wit. A flower, a flame—God fashioned it. Clara Shanafelt I 32 ] Margaret Louise Heuer Her voice is honeysuckle sweet. Her presence spreads in April heat Before the going of her feet. She is perfection complete. Amy Lowell Vivian Mary Higgins Generous as brave. Affection, kindness, the sweet offices Of love and duty were to her as needful As her daily bread. Rogers Rosemary Anne Holden The keen spirit Seizes the prompt occasion—makes the thought Start into instant action, and at once Plans and performs, resolves and executes. Hannah More Dorothy Emily Houle If you felt a kindness that was happy as daybreak. Patient as night. And saw the eyes lift, and the dawn in May break. You have seen her aright. William Rose Renet mm wimimmmmmmmmmmmmmm l I 33 ) Dorothy Agnes Houlihan Turning, swaying in beauty, A lily, bowed by the rain, Moonlight she was . . . And her eyes stars. Stephen Vincent Benet Teresa Kathryn Hughes Somehow her very delicacy was strength. With which she met the tempest-tide of life: Frail craft that did not fear the journey's length Nor dread the billow's strife. Roscoe Gilmore Stott Annetta Lorraine Keefe Her wonder like a wind doth sing. Wedded to the heart of spring. And April, dawning in her eyes. Reflects the wonder of the skies. Edward J. O'Brien Deloris Mary Keiffer God made a heart of gold, of gold Shining and sweet and true: Gave it a home of fairest mould: Blessed it and called it—you. Robert Service I 34 | Virginia Agnes Kelly Call me friend or foe. Little I care. I go with all who go. Daring to go. Walter De La Marc Marie Adelaide Kruckeberg Reason masters every sense. And her virtues gave her birth: Lovely as all excellence. Modest in her most of mirth. William Browne Barbara Mary Kuth She always laughed and sang: I never heard her once complain. She was the lovingest woman That ever walked this vale of care. Edgar Lee Mast cm Evelyn Ann Leese The firm, sweet chin: The hair, wood-brown, leaf-brown unrolled But hesitating into gold: The face-----a flying face and young. . . Stephen Vincent Benet I 35 ] Rosemary Elizabeth La Palme She has slender hands and pretty lips. And stafoam and rosemary. Her ears are pointed at the tips: She stayed so long in fairy. Stephen Vincent Benet Rosalie Louise McCauley She has a glowing heart, they say. Tho calm her teeming be; And oft that warm heart s lovely play Upon her cheek I see. � Mr . Osgood Isabelle Doloris Le Mire I see you dodge, to scare me . . . And I pretend surprise, Merely to see The laughter in your eyes. Le Baron Cooke Margaret Doloris McDonald Wit she hath, without desire To make known how much ihe hath; And her anger flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath. William Broivne I H ] Kathryn Patricia McGuire Somehow her gentle tenderness was pow'r With which she did the larger task alone: Frail toiler fashioned for the leisure hour. A sturdy workman grown. Roscot Gilmore Stott Joy Patricia Mayer Joy was a flame in me. Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed Loving the storm that sways her. Sara TcasJale CATHERINE MARY MURPHY Then up her little throat a spray Of rose climbed for it must; A wilding lost till safe it lay Hid by her curls of rust. Olive Dotgan Mary Jane Murray 'Twould take an angel from the skies To paint the immortal soul— To trace the light, the inborn grace. The spirit sparkling o'er her face. Mn. Wet by Phyllis Aveline Naramore She is neither pink or pale. And she never will be all mine: She learned her hands in a fairy-tale. And her mouth on a valentine. Edna St. Vincent Millay Leora Rita Noethen She brought me flowers large and bright. Redolent of heart-delight. Her shy. sweet glance was full of things Which are the poet's fancings. Heloise B. Haw hint Anne Flora Occhino And all her soft dark hair. 3reathed like a prayer. And her white face Was prisoned to some far place. Isaac Rosenberg Ruth Genevieve Owens Her high, broad forehead, marble fair. Told of the power of thought within: And strength was in her raven hair— But when she smiled a spell was there. Mrs. Hall [ 38 ] Mary Magdalene Pottner There is a power here that grips the mind. A force repressed and inarticulate. Slow as the swing of centuries, as blind As destiny, and as deliberate. DuBoit Heyward Marcella Marie Potvin Enter April, laughingly. Blossoms in her tumbled hair, High of heart and fancy free— When was maiden half so fair? Dorothy Parker Anne Sarah Prestegard She was the pride Of her familiar sphere—the daily joy Of all who on her gracefulness might gaze. In the light and music of her way. Willi’s Jeanne Patry Proulx It was only a winsome way she had. As there in the twilight gray She smiled on me till my heart was glad. In the glad, old-fashioned way. Anonymous 1391 Dorothy Elizabeth Ramsey Her scymar was the lily flower. And her check the moss-rose in the shower: And her voice like the distant meloyde. That floats along the twilight sea. Janies Hogg Katherine Dorothy Rhoades Her gentle virtues held her straight As though they were a suit of armor. Her guileless spirit always hid What ruder natures went and did. Dorothy Parker Elizabeth Mary Rice Her heart is like a garden fair Where many pleasant blossoms grow; But though I sometimes enter there. There is one path I do not know’. Charles B. Going Thersilla Helen Ring How like the tranquil moon thou art— Thou fairest flower of womankind! And. look, within my fluttering heart Thy image trembling is enshrined! Eugene Field HO) Mary Kathryn Ruane Like the woodland pheasant. Her hair is brown and bright: And her smile is pleasant. With its rosy light. Letitia E. London Josephine Mary Roers Gone with her little chin Thrust ahead of her. And her soft hair blowing careless From under a wide hat. Carl Sandburg Jane Emerald Ryberg Within each soul the God above Sets the real jewel, human love: The fairest gem that graces youth Is Love's companion, fearless Truth. Savage Frances Anne Sampson Better than gold is a thinking mind. That in realms of thought and books can find A treasure surpassing Peruvian ore. And live with the great and good of yore. Alexander Smart Hi 1 Elaine Genevieve satory Thy voice is like the sea’s voice, when it makes A melancholy music on the beach. Thy voice is in the winds, when birds beseech The twilight time with song. P. B. M action Deloris Jeanette Schmidt She shapes her speech all silver fine. Because she loves it so. And her own eyes begin to shine To hear her stories grow. Anna H. Branch Patricia Winifred Sherry Thy imaged form I shall survey. And. pausing at the view. Recall thy gentle smile, and say. “Oh. such a maid I knew! Bowles Alice Clare Slater And her eyes shine bright Like the stars on frosty night. And just as hearty—just as hearty. With a crystalline delight. Clarence M. Wallington M2 J Audrey Rah Shea Her nose is just the proper size. Without a trace of upward turning. Her shell like ears are wee and wise. The tongue of scandal ever spurning. Samuel Mint urn Peck Olivette Marguerite Sherwood Her eyes so like her mother's eyes. Two gentle liquid things: Her face is like an angel's face— We're glad she has no wings. Anonumous Mary Irene Tanberg Daughter's growing fair to see. Slim and straight as poplar tree. Still a child in heart and head. But—the fair spirit's fled. Bert Led ton Taylor Marietta Tanfielu She is sweet and very pensive, so Sensitive—with keen imagination; Girlhood to her is fairyland. Gaily colored fantasies—music—dreams. Helen Willis [43 ] Margaret Mary Theis She sketched: the vale, the wood, the beach. Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading: She botanized: I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading. Winlhrop M. Praed Mary Reardon Tillotson She moves in tumult: round her lies The silence of the world of grace: The twilight of our mysteries Shines like high noonday on her face. Robert H ugh Benson Veronica Tracy The hills look over the South. And southward dreams the sea; And. with the sea breeze hand in hand. Came innocence and she. Francis Thompson Eva Catherine Tousignant “Eva! each syllable Light as a flower fall. Soft as a bubble sung Out of a linnet's lung. Ralph Hodgson I 44 J Margaret Frances Vorwerk Hct passing left no leaf aquiver. Pale flowers wrestled her white white brows, Her feet were silence on the river. And ’ Hush, she said, between the boughs. Rupert Brooke Bernadine Louise Welsh Oh. thus thy beauty, Loveliest on earth to me. Dark with no sorrow, shines And burns, with thee. Walter De La Mare Margaret Louise Williams The eyes like wells, where sun lies too. So clear and trustful brown. Without a bubble warning you That here’s a place to drown. Olive Til ford Djrgen Jane Keating Woodruff The apple has a Springtime smell, The star-field silver grain. But I have youth, the cockleshell. And the sweet laugh of Jane. Stephen Vincent Benet I 5 ] Ruth Louise Frey She's poising foir: but so demure is she So quiet is her gown, so smooth her hair . . . That when was ever beauty held more rare Than simple heart and maiden modesty? Dorothy Parker Pray God She May Betty Bolinger God placed a seed upon the Mother earth: It sprouted and a tree came forth. Year after year it grew And drew its strength from Nature's breast Until it blossomed and bore fruit. God sent a child into the world: She grew and learned from books and life. Each year she added to her store of truth And knew the glory of a boundless faith. What shall the fruit be in the test Of life? Shall she have strength To combat evil and uphold the truth? Shall she choose right and walk the way Of faith? Pray God she may. I 46 1 seniors William . Prrudrnt This is a satisfying record, but our most cherished page of romance is that which scrolls our friendships and our happy memories. There’s romance for us in prospect: We arc going forth to live joyously, happily, and to help make the world a better place to live in. But there’s romance, too. in retrospect: Our presentation of Zona Gale’s Neighbors, of the second year style show, of the junior assemblies — Sauce for the Goslings. Scoops. I'he Pot Boiler; our bringing back The Marguerite as a regular publication, attending state and national journalistic conventions, receiving honors for creative writing, establishing a chapter of Quill and Scroll, affiliating with the Catholic School Journalistic Association, adopting a uniform school pin. and publishing THE Dayesye. OFFICERS Kathryn McGuire Rowmary Holden Roermary U Pil� « I jli.l 5 ! S I I. i i f $ 3 . 9 HONOR GROUP Rowmary Hennetty. Elaine Satory. Elirabetb Harrington. William . Dorothy Ram� y. Catherine Comerlord. Eleanor Raker. Ruth Owen Rowmary La Palm . Betty Bolmger. Marie Kruckeberg. Barbara Bcthke, Margarrt Barbery Elizabeth Butch. Era Toutignant l.rora Northrn. Phylli Naramore, Marietta Tanhrld. Jrannr Rybrrg. France Anne Sampton. There a Hog rt. Delorir Kiefer. Louit Heuer „ . Mary Pottner. Bernice Hatting . Mary Jan Murray. Katbrrn McGaire. Rotemary Holden. Cleo Groll. Barbara I 47 1 Autumn Audrey Brunner The fruit of knowledge glistens high In scarlet, cream, and gold. The fruit of labor now is ripe To have, to keep, to hold. From little seeds the knowledge sprung: In spring it was in view: The summer blossomed forth its flowers: The fall gave it to you. As fruit or colored leaves we go Away from sheltered haunts. To face new storms that wildly blow. Perhaps to face life's wants. MS] A Pageant of Literary Girls Kathryn McGuire Sesame.” was whispered, and lo. a great tome opened—a door, as it were, to a world of girl life in fiction. I walked through. Was it a pageant or a garden? Before me tumbled a familiar water falls. Beside it stood a lovely Indian maiden. My name is Minnehaha, and this is Ramona. We have come to accompany you through a Princess-Ida land. Over to the far right, do you see Maid Marion waiting for Robinhood? And look, away in the distance is a snow storm. Little Lucy with her lantern is looking for her home. To the left we saw an ancient castle. Down the worn steps several medieval ladies were descending: Enid. Lynette. Elaine. Iseult of the white hands, and the haughty Guinevere. In the castle garden was Lalla Rookh walking with the Lady of Shalott. As we passed through the wondrous gate. I spied Nicolette climbing the side of the moat and heard her farewell to Aucassin. There is Loch Katrine. said my guide. Let us sit on this grassy bank and watch Highland Mary and Ellen, the Lady of the Lake, row across to Ellen’s Isle. A small plain opened amidst almost impenetrable trees along the shore. Here we saw a renewal of Corot's dancers. Hero. Eurydice. Daphne. Ariadne, and Medea, following the steps of Queen Mab, Titania. and Acrasia. Minnehaha quickened her steps as she saw three pretty girls leaving a small New England house. There are Evangeline. Priscilla, and Alice of Old Vincennes,” she said in softened tones. Eva and Topsy were seated in an old Southern carriage which we passed. We crossed a small stream in a flower-covered ferry. Several gondolas drew up near us. Eppie. Madeline. Belinda. Geraldine, and the Maid of Athens stepped on land. They said they came to wait for Portia who was expected with Jessica and Rebecca. Mariana of the moated grange seemed more alone than even her single poplar. She leaned against a gate, on the arch of which I noted, Under a wide and starry sky Dig a grave and let me lie.” Suddenly a mystic castle grew out of nowhere. We entered its courtyard. It was the Alhambra. Soft Spanish voices were serenading the three beautiful princesses in the tower. We wandered through the rooms of the palace. All at once I remembered that I had no magic taper, and that I might remain enchanted with the Moor's legacy. I hastened toward the ponderous, booky portals through which I had entered—a bronze Minnehaha stood before me. and a melodious fall of water echoed in a canyon. I 49 1 A Friend to Man Audrey Shea I wish for a house high above the street. Its steps well worn by many feet: A house to stand the stress of time. And yet to mellow with the years: A house to soothe the doubts and fears Of those who come to it in tears: A house to ring with jollity. With wit and sparkling gaiety. But when it can no longer hold The many friends within its fold. I'd like my house to have a part In some deep recess of each heart. The Romance of All Romance Rosemary Holden Awkward baby fingers first turn Its gilded pages: innocent blinking eyes strive hard to piece Its jumbled maze into a finished picture. Into Its mystery-filled contents, childish, credulous eyes haltingly read, awed by Its wonder and Its indiscernible depth: sticky, grimy hands leave stains and smudges, which mark a chapter of Time. Adventure, friendship, true ambition evolve before the curious eyes of Youth: eager, lovely hands make profuse margin notes for future generations. Blossomed womanhood or manhood feels Its joy. Its glory. Its taste. Its bittersweets of love: confident eyes drink in the fullest measure: and firm strong hands leave Its pages dog-eared and wilted. Middle aged hands tremble slightly as tiring eyes perceive Its sadness and Its sorrow: gently, a tear or two drop upon the open page. Old age—memories: dimming, wistful eyes: soft faltering hands, slipping a work-scarred finger to keep the ending undefiled—all musingly review the chapter-years. Like a burst of sunshine, the sheer beauty of Its design draws away the mists: shining happy eyes gaze upon a heavenly light—content in the knowledge of a Book well read. It—the romance of all romance—the Book of Earthly Life. Interpretation This Thing that I planned And built hopes upon. Has strayed with the winds. Has faded and gone. Has left but a dirge. A funereal song— Discordant Joy Mayer Mary Tillotson Some children drew A face upon the r I 50 I Highways of Winged Words Betty Bolinger A traveler I have been in foreign lands: Earth boasts no lonely spot I’ve left untrod. I've climbed steep mountain sides alone with God: I’ve walked by rushing rivers, desert sands: I’ve listened to strange tongues on distant strands. The zodiac of stars I call not odd. I've drenched my feet in battle's bloody sod, And danced with elves and gnomes and fairy bands. Still. I've ne’er ventured from my cottage door— The world has come to me. not I to it. Enchantment I have found in printed lore. For I can travel far and still just sit. My highways are the pages of my books— In winged words I've found my inglcnooks. Gilt Edges Mary Tillotson The pages of life are gilt-edged with romance. Romance is everywhere— in love and beauty, on sunny country roads, and in our own mother’s wedding ring. Life without romance is as colorless as sleep without beautiful dreams. There is not one of us who has not had reveries of a romantic nature: one girl dreams of a happy life with her chosen mate: another, that she shall be worthy of Christ the King: a mother makes ambitious plans for her children: an apprentice awaits with eagerness the day when he shall be master of his art: a student, thrilled with the stories of the crusaders and of the glamorous yet humble Maid of Orleans, lives thru vicarious experiences which some day he hopes to have come true. Youth and romance are inseparable. To the inexperienced, each day is a new venture, and the world is full of unexpected road bends and of far-away luring music. The springtide of life is the season for hitching wagons to stars and for dreaming dreams. If Faith is mixed with Love and Duty, the pages of old age will retain the glittering edges. On Opening My Missal Rosemary Holden I take my thumbed, old Mellow Book, and musing turn Its pages o'er. Suddenly. It seems to me. I hear A wondrous song, a sweet Celestial melody. In it I Catch a tender theme— A mother's loving prayer: Again, there sounds a glorious chord— A nation’s alleluias. They blend into a symphony Replete with intermitant whisperings Of love and praise and glory. I kneel down in piety And join my voice in harmony. I 51 1 The Better Part Phyllis Naramore Superior to the romance of adventure or mere sensual beauty is the appealing and admirable romance of a woman with an ideal always before her eyes, never swerving even an instant from the goal she has in mind. To her it becomes the cloud by day” and the star by night.” Everything else falls into oblivion—everything foreign to her dream appears small and not worth her attention. The most beautiful and cherished of all ideals is imbedded in the life of those whose lives are one continual holocaust to the kindest of all Masters, the Christ. In the convent is romance of the sublimest type. Surely that life must satisfy the craving of the spirit for complete understanding, for what other class of society seems as genuinely contented as the nuns? They have already discovered the secret that full recompense and happiness come only after practicing self-denial and sacrifice. Thus their lives are a romance with the greatest thrill waiting for them when they have finished the last chapter and meet their Maker face to face. Tc Deum Leora Noethen I raised my eyes to Jesus. To tell Him of my love. As I knelt in adoration Of His body and His blood. 1 held a missal in my hand. And turning o'er a page. I prayed this prayer, exu'.ting. grand. Te Drum, hymn of praise. My Soul Is An Enchanted Boat Marie Kruckeberg My soul is an enchanted boat.” A storm-tossed restless victim Of a relentless sea. Bewildering arc its transient moods: Blithely it rides the crest of the waves. 1 cannot fathom the mystery Of this phantom boat of chinging moo is— The boat that is my soul. Mary. The Comforter By Audrey Shea Today within a holy place I saw a woman sweet of face. Who soothed a crippled child to rest. Held tenderly against her breast. I wondered at her happiness. It seemed to me. I must confess. That I would be so tired and sad If that had been my little lad. But as I looked, it all grew clear: For lo. Our Lady hovered near. Her hand was on the woman's head. And 'round them both her cloak was spread. I 52] Another Rachel Mourning for Her Child Betty Bolinger Once when I was a very small child. I took my doll to bed with me. It was a new doll and a very lovely one. Mother had purchased it for me and had hidden it away for Christmas; but my grandmother found it and gave it to me—bless her. In the night the doll fell to the floor. I can still remember the terror of that awful crash in the dark, and the horror I felt when I crept to the head of the bed and looked over, whispering. 'Where is she? I thought of this incident when I read of the Lindbergh kidnaping case. The kidnaper violates the most precious instinct of womanhood, the love of the young. The eyes of the world are on Anne Morrow Lindbergh. She must say a thousand times a day to herself. Where is he? And in the dark of the night her heart must break. If the kidnaper had any tender memories of his own mother, he would never let this little young mother sit with her arms empty and aching, for her first-born. Evening Magic Arvilla Bookwalter A splash of silver. A border of blue. A golden moon— Peeping thru The soft haze of evening. A boy and girl Neath a willow tree: Four whispered words. “Do you love me?” Murmured thru the magic of evening. Where roses sparkle wet with dew. Where birds are always singing too. Where skies are clear the whole day long. And where my heart is filled with song— That's Caroline. Where skies arc always bright and clear. Where grass is greener all the year. Where nights are made of darkest hue. And tiny stars make romance true— That's Caroline. There my heart will long to be. And there my mind will ever flee. Some day I II come home to you. And I will never more be blue— For Caroline. With You Jeanne Proulx Romance to me suggests a home. Where I might live alone with you. We'd share each other's care and tears. Confide our secrets and our fears. While others rocks the world with deeds. Perhaps I'll rock a cradle, too: Then I'll be happy and content To share in my romance with you. Caroline I 53 i By Elaine Haverland Romance in Nature Rosemary La Palme Dawn, rainbow hued. rises: and the soft stillness is broken only by trilled ecstasies, the matins of the birds. Anon, the blurred madrigals, mounting with the first rays, herald the dayspring. The strong brisk air imbues life into myriads of flower beds; and dewy morning-glories, their lovely whiteness brushed with lavender, stir gently in their upward climb. The soft green of the woodland fields drinks deeply as Aurora warms the earth. Pan reaches for his mellow Pipes to gaily greet her. At high-noon, when quiet revery descends, shady corners are graciously refreshing. Trees, living poems, lift leafy arms to pray. and breezes sway the branches to accompany the chant of praise. Over and under the billowy clover the butterflies dance in the sun. and the feathered creatures pour forth from their full throats a glorious, lilting melody. Like a daubed palette, gay flowerets mingle profusely. Tall hollyhocks along the fence, dear bachelor buttons and sweet migonettes. lilies of the valley, with unconscious sweetness. and the chimes of dusky bluebells understood only by the elves, charm the lives of weary ones. A mysterious jargon of winds jumbles together the skyey clouds in a last array before night. While the delicate fabric of bird song floats away, the sun sinks below the westlin line, illuminating the clouds in a delicious melody of color. The sky takes on a shadowy blue, and the moon and stars come peepin’ thru. Nature Etchings Arvilla Bookwalter A flash of white across the blue A hint of pink that’s peeping through. A banner waving up on high— A cloud, a nomad of the sky. A roaring, tumbling mass of foam. A strip of beach that it calls home. A mass of sea-weed on the lee— A mighty giant called the sea. Deloris Kieffer I love your stinging kiss. O Wind: I love still more your harsh caress: I love the way you sing your song. O winged Wind from out the west. Clouds Loretta Charnock A Lotus Flower Eleanor Baker A flower growing in a lucious pool Spread out its stately leaves: And like a graceful maiden from Behind her fan. a bud blossomed. Unfolding its creamy petals Until it formed, unknowingly. The Wheel of Buddha. 0 bits of whiteness. Lazily floating in the blue. 1 beg of you to take me On just one trip with you. I know it must be thrilling To be away up there. And tossed and played about with By little gusts of air. You seem so free and happy. No thought of grief or care: I'm sure you won't begrudge me Your joy. a bit to share. I 54 J Spring Brings Wanderlust Marie Kruckf.berg With spring comes an urge To visit distant lands; To seek out quaint old cities Built by foreign hands: To glimpse Fugi-Yama With its gleaming silver crest: To explore the whole hot East And compare it with the West: But after one has wandered. And of travel drunk his fill. Satisfaction is found returning To the old house on the hill. The Road Mariette Tanfield I know not whither leads the road That's lined with leaves or snow. But that there lurks adventure there Is all I care to know. In Our Travels Dorothy Ramsey True love has been the inspiration for many of the world's greatest works of art. A beautiful example of love's tribute is the Taj Mahal in the ancient walled city of Agra. It was built in 1632 by the Emp:ror Shah Jehan for his beloved wife. Mumtaz Mahal, and is a mausoleum of perfection and beauty. Romance fairly breathes amidst its silent halls and towers, strangely reminiscent of the beautiful love story it represents. The Taj is a work of love. Each detail of its architectural planning offers a meed of silent adoration. Sapphires from Ceylon jasper from Punjab, onyx and turquoises from Persia and Arabia—from the four cor ners of the earth came contributions for this lasting tribute of an undying love. In every nook and cranny of its marble rooms and towers the spirit of the Empress smiles in delight at the regal splendor which is hers— by right of love. Twenty thousand workmen. servants of love, labored twenty-two years to gain perfection, a perfection that has never been surpassed in any century. There it stands today, the dying rays of the sun casting its golden glow on the sparkling waters of the Jumna river and on the arched entrance to the Taj Mahal which bears the legend. None may enter into the garden of God but the pure in heart. Here is romance, high romance, portrayed in the gold flecked towers of that memorial of love. The dusk deepens and the azure light fade, but still that spirit of romantic love lives on and is embodied in the marble domes of the Taj Mahal. Gem of Buildings. War! I know not what’s along the road. That curves and lures—no end: But each stone speaks of high romance— Just around the bend. I know not what shall wait for me— Love or joy or pain; But my heart cries for an open road. A broad adventure lane. Eleanor Baker Wooden chopsticks clatter on the shelf. Trembling transparent fingers offer sacrifice. A noise as great as the riding of the Car of Juggernaut comes over the land. A huge smiling Buddha crashes to the ground. WAR! I 55 J Dream Pedlary Marie Kruckeberg Magic will my dream basket be. For it must stretch itself to hold Such bulky treasures as A castle on a sea-sculptured cliff. The trelliscd gate of a Spanish courtyard. A house with carved doors and grated windows. A view of distant snow-peaked mountains. A field, clover patched and fragrant. An enchanted forest of silvery birches To wander thru in the moonlight. Lost Castles Rosemary Hennessy Often in dreamy reverie. I float away on memory: And drift far back to isles where we. In happy days long lost to me. Built castles in the air. Yet. who can say there may not be Awaiting in futurity. Some other clime where we shall see Restored for all eternity Lost castles in the air. If If he should come once more to me In the old glad way. I should dose my eyes and smile. And my soul would be Like the peace of the summer noon Beside the sea— If he should come once more to me. Paradox Phyllis Naramore Sometimes at the hour before dawn. The stillest, most solemn Of all hours. I rise And walk in dewey grasses. Night life of nature! How it enchants. Pure, untainted and glorying In its freedom! I pause: I think: What infinite Majesty Guides the fitful globe? What veiled Power keeps Our firmanent in place? I find it hard to reconcile The thoughts of this gigantic Guiding force, with my dreams Of the gentleness of Him Who died outside Jerusalem's walls. A Fantasy jOY Mayer I used to dream of pirate ships And sailors dark and bold: Sometimes I've dreamed of fairyland— Those dreams I've never told: Or maybe I was sought By ardent lovers for my hand. I’ve even dreamed that I was queen Of some far-distant land. Each dream I’ve fondly treasured; And each one I've enshrined Deep in a secret chamber With memory's jewels lined. But when my heart has tired Of building idle dreams. I'll bind them close together In a cloth of golden seams. With embroidered threads of laughter Knit close with skeins of life— A doth that gleams with sunshine Enriched with shades of strife. And I'll fold it close about me When despairing shafts are hurled: And brave in this dream armor. I'll face grief and the world. [ 56 ] V books are the ever-burning lamps of accumulated wisdom. -curtis poetry xtjp Mildred Owens To know, love, and serve our Blessed Lord, We juniors have striven in one accord, Banishing with cheerfulness every sorrow With the eager hopes of a fresh tomorrow. To the freshmen and sophomores we proffered our guidance,-With respect for the seniors we bowed in abidance. Now with tear-dimmed eyes we bid them goodbye. Promising to keep school standards as high. To courage, loyalty, and truth well adhere With God's help, for the next shining year. i OFFICERS juniors What ho! What’s that in the distance? A youthful band of hard-working happy authors, who have just completed three significant chapters in the Book of Life, are following closely the footsteps of their predecessors—the seniors. These promising writers have accomplished much in their three years at S. M. A. and RiuMiiuni Catherine Comr their Memory Book is filled to overflowing with the accounts of happy hours spent there. HONOR GROUP Mildred Owent. Germaine Knoblauch. Agnet Flannery. Pritcilla Matt. Matgartt Bromback Catherine Gomilak. Jean Langford. Marian Dahlbeimer. Maty L nch Juliet Vernet. Mary Potely. Helen McCoy C Ahlurom. C. Arerbeck. L Bachman, A. Baldwin. E- Blackley. B Brennan. M Brombach. D Brunner H Badde. M Burmeuter. L Carmody. M Cater. A Cronkhiie. D. Counoy. L. Corbeil. C Cotter M Dahlbeimrr. B Emmer. H Finnegan. A Flannery. D. Flertham. I. Foniainr. L. Gagnon. 8 Gaapard C Gomilak. 7 Griudl. B. Hammer. M Hermei M Hogan. C Houlihan. L Much, M Hurley A Jenicke. S Janicke. G Knoblauch. C. Killoran. E Landy. M Lendy. J. Langford I 58 J juniors OFFICERS As “Wise Sophs they admirably lived up to their name by carrying on a week of benefit activities, ably closing it by a one-act musical play. Nifty Shop. Then came a solemn period of three days, during which these composers devoted all their time and thoughts to the beauties and blessings of the spiritual life. After the brief sojourn, they returned to their work with renewed vigor. The time has come for this treasured Book to be closed tenderly and laid away, until as seniors its authors will add to its sparkling, memorable pages. HONOR GROUP Mary Hurley, IWinict Giipni Carolyn Ahlttrom. Marjorie La Palm Eileen Murray. Bernice Emmrr. Louise Much Helen Jayne Swift. Eleanor Blackley. Catherine Coracr. Rita Millard A««ie� Flannery Mary Harley I I J i M if M La Palme. B. Le Mire. M Lucas. N Lacier. C Layer. M Lynch. M Meag. P Mari M Mateline. H McCoy. E Midlo. R Millard. E. Murray. F Nowak. I. O'Reilly, M Owent G. Pavlik. M. Peterten. M. Poaelv. H Quigley. M. Richardi. A Roach. M Rowe. V Run M Sam ion, M Scott. F. Schiebe. G- Scboenecket. Schwebach. R Shaughneaty. I Spellacy. H. Swift C. Toohey. J. Vernet. L Wahl. B Webster. F Wei.a, M Wilcoi F Zucarro 1 59 J Summer Germaine Knoblauch Abating winds herald the soft alarum With all the dazzling brilliance of the sun. Whose beauteous sheen, ere earthly toils are done. Wraps all the earth in renovating charm: And man. in rapture, feels no greater harm Than that sweet spell of summer's work begun. A shimmering web the wiley sun has spun That holds the world in tender unseen arm. Now. like the sturdy oak and budding elms, Men blossom out in tender luring phrase— The Junior Class aspires to poetry. To tales of love, of joys, and mystic realms. And like the sun’s enduring golden rays. May our sweet thoughts and rhythm lasting be. ( 60 ] Heritage Grace Pavlick Hail. Son of the Spear-Danes, in days of yore Thy glories many, thy kings have told How oft the son of lowly birth Has traveled far and wide on this earth To conquer foes in the distant lands And arms and tribes of the warlike bands: And how. when trapped in the jaws of death. You fled from the mighty monster's grasp. And 'scaped in a flood of rolling fire. The dragon belched from his bed of mire. Ah. those were but the days of yore— They all are gone: they are no more. But always truly will remain Your deeds of courage and great fame. A Warrior's Delight A Ballad Lorraine Bachman The lash of the gale and the roll of th: sea— These things arc dear to my heart: The roar of the wind and birds that flee From this I ne'er will depart. Refrain For I'm a warrior bold. lad. Of the tribe of Saxons, old; And wc have tamed the sea. lad. We. the Saxons, bold. But wait! the sea is calling to me. That mistress of my delight: And I shall answer the call of the sea. That call to come and fight. Refrain For I’m a warrior bold. lad. Of the tribe of Saxons, old: And we have tamed the sea. lad. We. the Saxons, bold. Saga Annabelle Chronkhite Your hearts did beat with courage bold. Ah. such great love has ne'er been told With gentle voice, in legends old— In Englclond! Sail On! Ye men of Engelond. Sail On! Ye men for Motherland. Heroes of a native band— Englclond! Sail On! Ye warriors, anon and a day. Over the sea-gulls crested way. Where ancient boats anchored lay— In Englelond! You sail around your chalk-white cliffs. While golden mist, the morn-sun lifts. More beautiful lands could not exist Than Englelond! Sail On! O Ship of great renown. Sail On! Ideals of Englclond. I 61 ) Canterbury Cathedral Mary Hurley O Canterbury, thou of cloud-tipped spires. The many years have but increased your pride: And you have known the kiss of burning fires. But yet your bells still charm the countryside. Your wide stone steps are worn by many feet Of faithful pilgrims come from many lands: In awe they linger in the quiet street To marvel at the work of human hands. The countless years you've watched have swiftly run. And time has left no trace upon your brow. You cannot think your worthy task is done. For. we, the modern pilgrims, need you now. Cathedral, you still hold us in your sway And keep the glory of an older day. Pastoral Carolyn Ahlstrom A shepherd sits upon a rock Looking at his peaceful flock: Idly he dims his eyes to see Far in the distance Canterbury. A mystery of prayer creeps everywhere As the cloister bells fill the air. Quatrain Mary Agnes Landy The Canterbury Cathedral Is a beautiful work of art: Once you enter its portals It’s forever in your heart. I 62 1 A Medieval Pageant Margaret Bromback 'Twas a gaye and colorful pageant That journeyed forth that dayc. As each pilgrim garbed in attire That did his life portray. Gathered at the Tabard Inn For a pilgrimage to make. They were a happy jolly group Ful of music and of songs. For the miller coudc blowc a baggepype wel. And the yongc squyer played at the floyte, The holy nonne was a pleasant singer. And ful wel sang hymns divyne. Harry Bailey was the jovial host That promised them a jolly tyme. By having each tell stories As they journeyed to the shrine Of the holy blisful martir. God’s blessing was upon them That early April morn. As spring's enchanting fragrance Upon the air was borne. It is then we arc reminded Of the light centuries have crowned— Cha uccr—pageant poet—world -renowncd. Glorye That Were Summer Mildred Owens Whan the flour of summer hath drawn his last brecth, Wearye and bruised, head boweth in deeth. Me thinketh it fit and acoraunt to rcsoun To thank the good Lord for the bcautyous sesoun. [ 63 ] On Reading John Masefield CATHERINE CORSER The storm-tossed sea with waves of foam-capped spray. The nulls’ sorrowing cry and white-winged sweep. The misty fog that comes on silent feet. The azure sparkle of a sunny bay— All these I viewed unnoticing each day. Until I heard the voice of Masefield leap With singing praises of the far-flung deep: Then did I learn to love the ocean's gray. I know- the valor of Sir Francis Drake. Whose fearless piracy made nations ring. That favored shipman of our Good Queen Bess. Whose name could make the black-browed Spaniards quake: And now I hear the poet Masefield sing In every salty breeze's rough caress. To Rupert Brooke Eleanor Blackley Lavender Mary Hurley You were so young, so enamored of life. Your heart was filled with hope: You seemed to find Romance in everything. You were not with us long. Yet— We shall not forget The treasures you bequeathed to us. 'Twas a silken lavender gown My grandmother wore to the ball. And a scent of lavender sweetness Lingers on the lavender lace: The only memory now Of that old lavender dance Arc the pale lavender violets In her lavender book of romance. The Sun Germaine Knoblauch Round and yellow In the sky— Like a lost penny In a field of violets. Fidelity Helen Jane Swift My heart is a funny thing: It swears it has one love, And no one else shall ever come Into the rapture of that heart. But after time has passed. The gates are wide. Japanese Lady Mary Maag My lamp is a Japanese lady With tresses black as jet And hands of fragile ivory With rings of pearl gold-set. Her smile is faint; her dress so quaint My tiny Japanese lady. [ 64 ] Shadows Frances Mary Nowak The elm tree by the window. The rose bush by the door. Make all the shapes imaginable And half a dozen more. The maples and the willows. The old oaks and the pines. Throw their fantastic shadow’s In countless, magic lines. Some look like giant mountains. One like a nimble elf: And that small tree behind the house Looks somewhat like myself! Some are graceful, dainty shapes. I find I like them all: But I fancy most the poplar Along the garden wall. Silent River Doris Brunner Thru the rolling desert land In the crimson burning sand Lies the silent river. Softly gliding thru the night Pierced by moonbeam’s radiant light Flows the silent river. Serenity Frances Schiebe Nay, 'tis not I who’d snatch the clouds From out their heavenly lair: Nor would I hide the silver moon Reflecting on your hair: I would not harm the little stars. They look so peaceful there. Rain Dance Bernice Emmer Dance to the beat of the rain, little flow’ers. Spread out your leafy palms. For God has meant for you to share. The delights of an evening shower. Spring Helen Jane Swift Spring has come— Slushy puddles. Lilacs in bloom. Budding crocus. The Kent of apple blossoms: Starlight. Moonlight. Enchantment. Last year I remember A choking sensation When 1 raised my head And looked at God: And now you’re gone And I no longer Love the spring. I 65 ] Sonnets Frances A. Schiebe DAWN A glorious light illuminates the world. And wakes it from its earthly drowsy sleep. The sun. the flag of heaven, is unfurled. And falls begin their joyous morning leap. Dawn s spell arouses song birds in the sky: Wild flowers nod their heads in mingling glee: The breeze suggests a tone that will imply A dawning song of magic harmony. The laborers arc trudging on to work. The light of morn reveals a tramp or two. The city's business air begins to lurk In streets and building: life begins anew. Dawning. Nature’s flowing harmony! Morning. Man’s domestic ecstacy! Frjncrt Schitbr DAY The sun looks smilingly upon the earth. And warms it with each yellow, golden ray. The brook laughs in its rippling mocking mirth To welcome here another glorious day. Each blade of grass bends forward in the breeze. Each heartless stone grows warmer in the sun. The leaves arc stirring lightly in the trees. As dawn and day are shaded into one. Downtown, the dull, monotonous, murmuring drone Of human voices in the lull of daily tasks Goes on in ncvcr-cndless. giddy tone. Of those who wear life’s own dramatic masks. 'Tis day! It frolics lively in the air! This day that casts its dream-spell everywhere! DUSK Before us. in the heaven's ruddy glow Descends the fiery sun behind the hills. And Nature s Zephyr breezes gently blow. While birds send to the world their evening trills. The flowers slowly nod their sleepy heads. And gently close their petals—one by one: A sudden drowsy feeling over-spreads The earth, and twilight meets the setting sun. The weary travelers wend their lonely ways To happy homes and friends who hold them dear: The quiet, peaceful earth alone betrays The countless homes that reign with love and cheer. For dusk is Nature's sleepy twilight time! At dusk—our journey s end—and friends sublime! I 66 ] books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind. —addison seek adventures thrill We are so brave and free. With hearts aflame, we will fulfill Our vow of loyalty. With promises for future years, Ideals we carry high; Mid hopes and fears, mid joys and tears Well never cease to try. To her, our blessed patroness We pledge our lasting love— i St. Margaret, queen of loveliness, v Send blessings from above. OFFICERS f I Va ft Margaret Wilder Annabelle Hurler U I t 1 ft It S M .3.3 HONOR GROUP sophomores Abigail Wagner With the dawning of September in thirty-one. came a group of wide-eyed dreamers, eagerly seeking for their quest. The adventurers. finding protection, comradeship, and the treasure of knowledge within these portal doors, began the road to happiness. Welcomed by more experienced travelers, they trained themselves in class activity. With the Christmas spirit, they presented an original freshman program. Their goal became more distinct as spring approached, and they joyfully greeted “Mother Goose and Company” to their class week. After crowning their queen, the dance of the Maypole, and the frolic of a delightful picnic, the adventurers turned eyes of expectation toward their second year. Riu Riechert. Min Jam Keefe. Grace Harrington. Annabelle Hurlrr. Ullaine Murray Edith Hrlm. Lorraine Mar. Mary Film Nrwbrrg. Marie Far Row Bmy. Barbara Kolb. Mary Jane Malcahy. ElWa McGuire Margaret Hook IIIPIPWTT IS. llJJ,! ! t •! ! ! s Vi t i � «t Mary Jo Knapp. Catherine Zucarro. Mary Alice Hraly. Rorrncr Etcher. Mary Jan Muon. Mary Jane Mulheraa. Vera Rurl. Eleanor Gorham. Helen Harley Margaret Gebra. Alice Dwyer. Bernice Walth. Doloeet Bonner. Lorraine Kcrrick. Vera Ennen. Margaerite Rinck. Bernadette Dupont Elizabeth Keller. Dorothy Martin. Rath Rhoadrt. Marie McDonald. Mildred Cruit. Mary Jane Demptey. Virginia Veirling Beverly Swanton. Helen Brick. Helen Schaltz. Marian Kelly. Loretta Sullivan. Margaret Eigeman. Mildred Baumgartner. Genevieve VaUtro [ 68 1 sophomores Autumn introduced another group of seekers into their midst, and they joyfully welcomed these freshmen with true Indian spirit. Busy months followed, and the spring brought again a successful class week, climaxed by Six l imes Nine. the class play. A wiener roast at Glenwood. and a happy day at Lake Minnetonka spurred these explorers onward. Looking into the future with eyes ahead, these sturdy climbers dream of the horizon of success, over which the rising rays of happiness beckon them on to fields yet unexplored and adventures yet unknown. May their quest continue to be showered with choicest blessings. HONOR CROUP France Win . (Wily Tolrn. Mary Geagan. Margaret Wilder Catherine Hoppe. Conoor. Loretta Welter. Jeanette Heine . Mare Jane Stringer Abigail Wagner. Monica Schiiiel. Marr Rrillf. Margaret Warner i t a 3 t I Patricia deacon. Celine ParadUe. Joy Halloean. Catherine Tracey. Verde!! Reilly. Jeanne Spellacy. Genre!ere Porte. Mary Coyrlin. Regina Hegi Catherine Campbell. Bernice Wahl. Mary Caffrey. Regina Kelly, l.orna Robidean. Carolyn Hayet Ceorgiana Henderaon. Catherine Hcrmct. France Romani Roteraarv Klot . Mary Ellen Sampton. Ceorgiana Donirtte. Evelyn Kntcher. Rntb Rantch ace Fa Helen Tanberg. France Fariay. Margaret Healy. Mary Girling. Mary McGender. Eliaabeth Fitcher. Marian Valilla I 69 1 Spring Spring comes and in its waking brings Gay laughter and a heart that sings With new-born interest in all things. The woodlands and the dancing streams Herald its coming in colorful schemes. And the road is wrapped in blissful dreams. With joy. like troubadours of old Lured onward by the road before. Adventure calls each sophomore. As in the spring the buds unfold. Each year the story is retold Of seekers after quests of gold. [ 70] God’s Gift Grace Harrington Beauty is a gift of God. There's beauty in the earth we trod. There's beauty in the heavens above. There's beauty in the ones we love. There’s beauty in the whispering breeze. The song of birds, the hum of bees. If you can find the secret rare. Wherein lies beauty sweet and fair. You'll learn that He brought beauty here. To this vast world that is so dear. A Funny Thing Abigail Wagner It's a funny world— I saw you pass yesterday Without a smile— And I was glad. Today you wear A sunny look— And I am sad. Would It? Mary Jane Stringer They tell me I can find Philosophy In great, thick books. Yet often I wonder. If better would be The philosophy I get From the good, green earth. Thoughts Virginia Hausler Some times, my thoughts are dashing little horsemen Riding in gay array on rapid black horses. And. sometimes, my thoughts are serene little ladies Traveling in gorgeous high coaches drawn by four white steeds. A Vagabond Georgianna Henderson Light Georgianna Henderson Ivy is a vagabond. Wandering and climbing. Gently clinging to some desired thing. It creeps lazily never getting anyhere— Then the winter comes. Light from a lamp is bright. A round bulb throws A clear Hash of yellow That pierces the darkness Like a blazing dagger. I 71 ] The First Easter Rita Reichert A kind Man clothed in white. With sandaled Feet that were wounded And Hands that were pierced. Walked along a lonely road into Galilee. The world about Him was in an ecstasy: It brought forth all its newest beauty: His presence made it radiant and holy. He walked alone, for He was not known: He had just risen. Carl Sandburg Rita Reichert They call me a man of the city Because I build their skyscrapers. Because I know the song of the river And the clang of steel. They think when I pass. My ambition is to pierce the sky: But I love the gold of the sunshine. The soft velvet of their fields. And the silver touch of a starlight night. Free Marion Vallila I'm going to go away some day. With just my dog and me: And the sheriffs can search every way— But they’ll never find me. For I'll be free. I'd like to be a wanderer, With a dog for company: For he wouldn't talk all the way-I want to go silently. When I'm free. Waves at Sea Mary Beck Blue waves at sea. Tell me— Why do you foam and moan and groan Around the docks? Why do you slash and lash and dash Against the rocks? I 72 J Masterpieces Georgianna Henderson A road is pale against the blue sky And green meadow; Graceful trees cast their shadows. Making a cool shade; It is nature's masterpiece. Then round the bend of the pale road. A great puffing engine thrusts its Way in. Like a circus clown jumping through A paper ring. An American Youth Jeanette Heinen I want to be the bearer of burdens. I am strong, my back is firm, my fists arc clenched. My shoulders are squared, for I am dauntless and confident. It is easy to win over spring, sunshine and flowers: So give me victory over dirt, smoke, and the destiny Of the wicked. For I am a youth of America. The Wind Marie Fay You arc powerful— Sometimes like a cruel whip You lash me: sometimes you Delight me with your Sweet caresses: sometimes like A mighty monarch you swoop Upon me. destroying all in your path. Your power is mighty. Contentment should be yours: Yet—oft I hear you sigh. Southern Solitude Marion Vallila Thin clouds gathering On a spring evening. Like silvery lace About a pearly moon: Thick oaks growing, Faint light showing On Brother Possum's face. While mammies softly croon. I 73 ] To a Little Bird Mary Elizabeth Althoff Dear little birdie. You fly so high; Why not come down And not pass me by? I feel so lonesome With you in the sky. Do me one favor And not pass me by! I wish I were with you; You seem so gay. Where are you going—? Please do not stay! Music Verdell Reilly I like music softly played. While resting in a tree's cool shade. Sad and lonely I may be. ’Till music strains come to me. Reverie Ellen Margaret McGuire Why do we have to grow up? Why can’t we always be Just the same happy babes That played at mother’s knee? Then life was happy and gay: There were no sighs and tears. So why can't it always be Just like those first few years? Grandma’s Album Mary Caffrey This is my dear grandma's album. Placed high upon the shelf. By human hand it's ne'er been touched Since she put it there herself. Let's take it down awhile—Shall we? And look into the past. I know dear grandma wouldn't mind If. by it. memories last. This jolly-looking fellow here Was grandmama's first beau! I think his name was Michael Flynn— At least, she told me so. Oh! this one here? Why. that's her son. My daddy, don't you know? And this one was the village swain— Don’t you remember Joe? This darling little baby girl Is daddy's sister. Sue. Oh. she is the sweetest auntie Of all I ever knew. This big bold-looking soldier Is grandma's brother Jim. He died while he was fighting In that awful gruesome din. And so. let’s close this magic book Leading to other years— And look with pride on our present day With its happiness and tears. My Canary Alice Dwyer He stays in his cage all the day. Never wondering why it's that way. He’s always singing his little song— Never aware of anything wrong. I don't think he envies the birds outside. For to go out he never has tried. At least he is safe from Tommy, the cat. Because when Tom's prowling. Dick sees where he's at. I 74 1 My Adventuresome Puppy Rain Marie McDonald Evelyn Kutcher My little puppy of brown and black Went out for a walk one day. When whom should he meet But a big black cat Who dared him to come and play. He ventured near with a delicate tread. And a whine of friendliness. But was repulsed with a paw of nails And a spit of hateful ness. He returned to my side with tail slunk low. And a scratch down the side of his nose; But adventure, he never sought again. For he had learned a lesson old. Smoke Margaret Wilder Great black clouds of smoke Push upward From the city smokestacks. Discoloring the sky's pale blue With a mystic shadow. Fantastic wreaths of smoke Rise slowly From a little chimney. Making fairy pencilings On transparent blue. Down comes the rain— Pitter patter, pitter patter. On the window pane— Cliitcr clatter, ditter clatter It is singing songs Both happy and sad. It is singing songs Both cheerful and glad. Down comes the rain— Pitter patter, pitter patter. Sometimes bringing people pain— Clitter clatter, clitter clatter. Birds Vbrdell Reilly Birds arc a happy set. I know, Always singing to let you know They wish to be helpful in their small way. Bringing cheerfulness into your everyday. Shades and Tints Margaret Wilder The eastern sky in morning Is of the colors seen On an artist's canvas When he paints a queen. The western sky at sundown Is like palette brilliant Of an artist testing colors For the portrait of a valiant. Leaves Mary Caffrey They hurry on before me; They rustle at my feet. 1 try to run a race with them: They laugh at my defeat. They dance and whirl all the day. And never stop for rest: I know they like to see me lose And say they've done the best. I 75 ] Silhouette Abigail Wagner A tilled chin Of ivory grace. In twilight dim— A lady‘ face. A Grecian form Of nose and cheek. Lips fresh as morn From beauty sleep. O Damsel fair. In dreams I've met. In perfumed air. Your silhouette. A Lady Betty Tolen Is it the beauty of her face Or the culture of her mind That makes a lady? Or is it the beauty of her soul And the fervor of her heart That makes a lady? Dreams Frances Romano If I were given one whole day. In which to dream my life away. I'd want to dream of olden times When life was all put up in rhymes. In a Chinese Garden Mary Jane Stringer The nightingale sang his song of love But no one was there but a lonely dove. For the lady was imprisoned against her will And the lover was on the sacred hill. Yet their thoughts strayed back at the dose of day As they dreamt of their happy work and play. And on one day when the sword is sheathed In the garden she'll place on his head a wreath. I 76 J that is a good book, it seems to me, which is opened with expectation and closed with profit. -alcott imagination Roslyn Davenport . If only when you ask a fresh man about books you could see the mental picture she gets... medieval ladies, New England fishermen, printers’ devils, South American bandits, Portias and I Bassanios. There is Elsa with her i fair hair flowing and her swan crossing a stream to meet Gal-legher ; Richard Halliburton at the Taj Mahal conversing with Helen of Troy; shop girls from O. Henry flirting with Shakespeare's heroes,- and MarkTwain’s Innocents Abroad rushing around with fairy queens! all these and many more bizarre happenings go on in the imaginations of the freshmen. OFFICERS freshmen Camille Romij Gertrude Palmer I ! il .l i mi un HONOR GROUP Genevieve Engelhard. CtnldiM Kohlct, Marie Torbcrg. Jean Flocrky Mabel Byrnet. Vivian St Lawrence Lorraine Knacble. Evelyn Co . Villan Kreutkremer, Mona Feia. Veronica Gomilak Camille Romig. Gertrude Palmer. Dorothy Keltgvn. Dorothy Kcivic Is imagination the basic portion in the Book of school life? We interpret the assignment of the term to us. as a compliment. If there were no imagination, there would be no romance, no poetry, no adventure—and following with a natural sequence, without the irresponsible freshmen there would be no stately seniors, no ambitious juniors, no carefree sophomores. Stately, ambitious, carefree have a strong tang of imagination. but imagination controlled in graduating degrees from sophomore to senior. In September 1931 this imaginative class registered fifty-five members. In February 1932 we added twenty new names to our record. We gave a play at Christmas, a religious, mystic play. Why the Chimes Rang. This presentation showed a color, an interpretation that only imagination could produce. GENERAL GROUP Evelyn Herman, MaJonna Kructuan. Ellen Jane Geotbuth. Rotemary McNamara. Margaret Norring, Florcne McDonald. Betty Kilday Margaret Murray. Marcella Janicke. Bernice Occhino. Janet Rotcoe, Mary Frederick, Ruth Stone Helen Ryan, Ramona Inner, Rotclyn Davenport. Mary Ann Pilon, Madelon Orth. Margaret Campbell. Bernice Kelly Florence Lallure. Gertrude McEacbern. Dorothy Steffen . Adelaide Fitch. Dorcnc Hcaly, Maude llegdahl I 78 ] OFFICERS freshmen The B Freshmen entered St. Margaret’s in February 1932. Our A group initiated them with a sleigh ride party. That night we joined hands with this new group—they were sealed—they were one with us—they possessed the imaginative touch. The retreat, a new and prayerful experience for the freshman class, is one of our outstanding memories. We never knew that J,an Fio«vy Mabel Byrne silence and prayer could be so delightful. The retreat master appealed much to our religious imagination. Freshman Week, the most vivacious five days in the school term, was in May. The crowning event was a pageant operetta. Around the World. All nations were represented in folkdance or in song. Next year what will this imaginative quality lead to? Adventure? HONOR GROUP Helen Ryan. Rita Newberg. Jean Thayer. Ramona Inner Mary Kearni. Fern Stake. Margaret Campbell. Elaine Burnt GENERAL GROUP Fern Stuke. Lorraine Fontaine. EUinc Burnt. Betty Grondman. Marion Jonct. Margaret Killoran. Violet Kwatera Mary Towey. Marie Ricklick. Mary Kearnt. Eleanor Newman. Dorothy Hrftrr. Bernadette Duffy Winifred Miller. Alice Jonet, Bernadette Flannery. Marie Morin. Shirley Wamtley, Jean Thayer. Juliette McGraw Jean Barnett. Itahelle LaFonraine. Jane Ryan. Anna Francocur. Lucille Reigert. Jeannette Schroeder. Rita Newberg [ 79 1 Winter Dorothy Ramsey There's a mantle of snow on the lap of the earth. And a flurry of white on the pine. And a glorious glitter of precious stones When the sun begins to shine. A blanket of swansdown caresses the tips Of the stateliest, tallest trees; And a snowbird is tucked in its soft expanse. As cosy and warm as you please. The hoary frost that kisses each roof Is silver and gray and bright; But when it catches a sunbeam’s glance. It changes to burning light. It’s beautiful, yes. so calm and still; And you wouldn't suspect. I know. 1 hat underneath, the grass turns green And the currents of spring do flow. I 80 1 To a Lady With Grey Eyes FRESHMAN I OET LAUREATE Grey eyes, beautiful eyes. They know so much and see so much and have so many moods. I love them when they are amused or when they are like the November sea. a stormy grey. I love them always, but I adore them when they arc sympathetic. Pierian Touch Words are my pictures, my art. To me. painting is beautiful, but it is not thorough and real. Music lovely, but it is a play thing. Writing is my only love. [ wonder: do artists and musicians feel like this insignificant scribe? Spring My spring road Is a slim young girl. She is quietly gay and dances over the hill. Her colors are pale green and pink. Rotlyn Davenport Winter My winter road is rugged and long and tiring. Sometimes she is a beautiful white-jewelled matron; and sometimes. a New England spinster, whose only claim to beauty is character. This is not a successful. worldly road. filled with bitterness: but a road, silent and friendly. Summer My summer road is a dark-eyed woman. This road winds and twists. white and dusty in the glare of the sun. and nearby are dazzling sands and sapphire waters. Fall My autumn road is a vivid gyp y. flaunting her gay co'ors. She lures me on with promises and laughter. And who could resist her with her smoke-perfumed air. her cool cheek. and her brave poignant beauty? [81 J The Sad Tale of Peer Gynt Mary Ann Pilon As Peer was climbing the mountain wide. A queer looking man appeared at his side. Peer looked, and the man heard him bellow: Such a great big nose on a mite of a fellow! Never before have I seen such a nose. Why. it reaches way down to your toes! The little man began to sing: Come with me. and I'll show you our King.” They wound their way to a beautiful cave. And were met at the gate by a queer little knave. The pipes then began to sing. And Peer was brought before the King. Peer just gasped and glanced through the hall— The man on the throne was the queerest of all. Peer looked again, and then he sighed. Then laughed until he cried. Are you the King? our Peer said. And the troll on the throne nodded his head. Prom a distance came a rhythmic beat. Like the patter of many little feet. The army of trolls was now coming near. Peer had a feeling of sudden fear. When the army took Peer they tossed him out—Wh i--ng! Of saucy Peer Gynt since, we've ne'er heard a thing. My Choice Veronica Gomilak I traveled much in colored worlds. In blues and crimson meads. In yellow Chinese fantasies. And golden sunset leads. These worlds of colored harmony Have little lure for me: In nature's greenest pastures. I place my ecstasy. Gray Mona Feia As I glance from the study hall window, my eyes are arrested by the gray blanket that overspreads the city: a lowering sky meets the gray buildings: dull smoke circles and rises and mixes with the clouds: a dusty carpet is spread over the lawns and walks, with here and there a splash of mud. A man in a gray coat hurries, perhaps, to a gloomy office. The world is wrapped in a mantle-like mist of fog. [82] X Fairies and Elves Geraldine Kohler Fairies and elves Sit on the shelves. Awaiting the warning call. Fairies and elves Array themselves. Then scamper over the wall. Where do they go. We'd like to know. Not to the ball nor tea. They scamper away. So free and gay. Where can their party be? They dance so free. And three by three They promenade along. They bow and swirl At every whirl. And sing a joyous song. Soon it will end. But all will depend On the rising of the sun. For if they’re good. They'll don their hood And hie away with a run. Sky Cleaning Romona Rowley On stormy days When the wind is high. Tall trees arc brooms That sweep the sky. They swish theit branches In buckets of rain. And swish and sweep it Back again. Blue Thoughts VlLLARS KRAUTKREMER Sitting near the blue sea. and watching the fluffy clouds drift thru the blue sky is my favorite occupation. Far out 1 can see the dim outline of a ship with its blue sails hoisted to the wind. Now and then a bluish-green fish darts close to the blue surface of the water. The cry of a bluebird comes to my ears: and, as 1 look up, 1 see a speck of blue flitting into the bushes. Nature has painted many things blue for the sake of my blue eyes. 183 1 Green Pastures Gertrude Palmer The cowslip and the buttercup Catch the dew 'fore the sun is up: And the laughing brook ripples along. While the thrush and the meadowlark chant a song. I Wonder Mona Feia It is said That in the spring A young man's fancy turns to love. 1 wonder What a young girl's fancy turns to? A China Garden Evelyn Cox I never owned a garden excepting in a dish. Where herons arc familiar. And friendly with a fish: Where temples and castles. For a time are nice and shady; And flaxseed grows up taller Than a gentleman or lady: But moss and stones and bridges Make a lovely real estate— If you put them all together On a little china plate. The Loving Statue Adelaide Fisch The statue of our Blessed Mother Is placed upon an altar white. For those who wish to come to see her. Or pray to her for gifts so bright. Our mind is filled with sweet devotion At the sight of her up there: And we set our lips in motion To recite her loving prayer. A Summer Day Dorothy Ryan Walking thru fields of clover. I trample flowers under foot. I exult with the robins in the trees. Why read on a day like this? Let's look at the sky. Night Irene Fawcett Night comes like a stealthy cat To steal away the sunlight's ray: He makes the earth a barren black. And takes the light from day. I 84 J Life Fern Stucke Life is but a human stage Set behind a purple curtain Thinks Shakespeare. But 1 wonder if it is not a huge fairyland Peopled by lovely folk Scattering happiness, giving cheer. Jousting with ogres by day Then dancing by moonlight. Fairies Margaret Campbell We laugh and arc gladsome day by day. We do our work in a cheerful way. With sunshine and joy our lives we mold When we play the part of the fairies of old. Ogres Rita Newberg Ogres arc the luring temptations of life Coaxing us to perform wrong doings. Their very ugliness Should make us victorious. Dragons Madonna Kruetzian Brownies Margaret Murray We are brownies when we do Acts of cheer and kindness too. Always finding some small plan To be a real friend to man. Dragons arc ob fades. Demons of fear and hate. They come not once But many times to wreck my life— I can conquer them with love. The Combat Helen Ryan So these monsters as you see Lie in wait to cause us strife. We must combat valiantly To overcome the tears of life. Love and deeds of kindness To aid us in the fight Are sent each day by God to us That wrong may bow to right. And just as the book of fairy myths Has joy succeeding sorrow. We hope the book of real life Will bring a glad tomorrow. I 85 1 Poetry Pin A Paul Bunyan Legend B Freshman Class I think that I should love to see Paul Bunyan fall a great spruce tree. Rhymed Poetry Pin as he ambled into Paul Bunyan's logging camp one morning. The loggers were astounded! They crowded around this new queer-speaking person eager to hear more of this new type of conversation. Pin. enjoying their admiration, chanted further. Talking is pleasure when done in verse: Prose is mankind's greatest curse. Paul Bunyan was delighted. Not since the winter of the famous blue snow had he witnessed anything so phenomenal. Quieting Babe, his blue ox. he approached Pin and engaged him on the spot as head master of the Camp entertainers. Pin's popularity grew by leaps and bounds. This smile-snatching, tear-jerking poet could throw the loggers into riotous laughter or melancholic sadness. He composed twenty poems each day on paper and recited as many more. He was. indeed, an idol, that is. until Shanty Boy’s great triumph. Shanty Boy was the genius of the bunk house story-makers. Becoming green with jealousy, red with mortification, blue with anger, and actually purple with the desire for revenge on this rhyming usurper of his glory, he plotted Pin's downfall. At first he relied on Johnny Ink-slinger. for that great efficiency expert had determined to find the mathematical solution to the poetical problem and thereby devise a poetic formula usable by all. But the greatest mathematician of all time was baffled, and so further disgruntled was he when he found himself declaring in verse. Two and two makes four. Mathematics is a bore. that he hastened to add. If we don't get rid of Pin. Our men will surely lose their vim. Perhaps Shanty Boy would never have been triumphant had it not been for Jonah Wiles. This schemer had pretended friendship to Pin. and the bard had confided in him his one weakness. Pin could not read, a rite, or recite a sonnet. Shanty Boy was jubilant, and that evening as the tired loggers were being entertained with limericks, triolets, ballads, and free verse, the green-eyed logger shouted. How about a sonnet?”—Pin was startled, whereupon Jonah Wiles. Shanty Boy. and the bunk house cranks clamored A sonnet! Poor Pin! He began to shake and immediately was seized with hiccoughs, nervous prostration and hay fever. Late that night he left camp, after drinking thirty-two gallons of water and taking without success Sourdough Sam's famous cure-all recipe. Pin never returned to camp: it is said that he died soon after in Vladivostok. Here lies a martyr. Poet Pin. The sonnet got the best of him. I 86 j t es ff t Book history progresses, and in th Middle Ages, the most intense Catholic period, monks and saintly scholars devoted long hours of patient work, and gave their lives that men might have the sacred book of Christianity, the first book of all literature, the Bible. Not only did they transcribe the Bible, but they copied the ancient classics and thus preserved them for posterity. These devoted amanuenses filled all their work with the art of the accomplished doer. In vivid and lasting colors they illuminated their manuscripts, and told their stories in letters, in pictures, in scrolls. books--lighthouses erected in the great sea of time. —whipple a minnesota lover Josephine Roers I love the cold. The sports it brings— Skating and skiing And other things. I love the snow. The ice and sleet. The rosy cheeks. And snapping feet I love the feeling On winter nights That comes when sitting By fireside lights. I love the whiteness. The snow-capped trees. The merry voices. And lively breeze. I love the tramping On biting days, Thru the snowy forest And icy ways— I love all these. I 87 ] george Washington Rosemary Holden Calm, majestic, powerful: He leads his weary army To victory and glory In the cause of Liberty— First in war. Keen, genuine, tolerant; He leads his wavering country To peaceful, glad prosperity From a chaos of turmoil— First in peace. Kind, indulgent, fatherly; His memory guides his child Thru war and peace and panic In a world of jealous strife— First in the hearts of his countrymen. I 88 1 Washington the man Dorothy Ramsey ‘How shall we praise him on this day of days. Great son of fame who hat no need of praise. —Harriet Monroe. What praise shall we accord to Washington. Washington the man. Shall it not be as simple as he. shaming the eloquence and wordy extravagance which he himself would scorn? I must not question the intent of fiery speakers, for 1 doubt not that Washington holds as high a place in the inner shrines of their hearts as he does in the hearts of all true American citizens. But it is not the speech punctuated with wild gesturings that proves the worth of our first President. It is the softening of the gaze at the mention of his name, the tender smile at the sight of his portrait, the respectful attention as the flag goes by—the lasting memorial of his mighty work—our flag. This is the praise that the American people attribute to Washington. It is praise most worthy of a man. a man who proved himself a leader in emergency, a man who kept his head when all about him confusion reigned. It is a silent tribute, but one made no less reverent or loving through lack of articulation. We salute you. George Washington, and stand in silent awe at the heritage you have left to us. a free, democratic country, our U. S. A. I 89 | Louise Hbuer Mary Agnes landy LOUISE HEUBR MARY AGNES LANDY DRAMATIC ART RECITAL (Certificate Coats ) AmtteJ by Franc i Annr Sompson. Pianist Friday Evening. May 2 7. 1912 Program Intermezzo...................................Rrahmy FRANCES ANN SAMPSON Greeting - - - MARY AGNES LANDY Among My Friend • - LOUISE IIEUER Sonetu del Petrarca..........................Litzt FRANCES ANNE SAMPSON Merton ol the Movie .... Connellyj MARY AGNES LANDY Nocturne ....................................Chopin FRANCES ANNE SAMPSON China Blue Eye ...... fon LOUISE IIEUER Czarda ..................................Mac Dow 11 FRANCES ANNE SAMPSON Strong Heart.................Selected LOUISE HEUER At Parting - • - MARY AGNES LANDY Jeanne Ryberg JEANNE RYBFRG DELORES SCHMIDT in DRAMATIC ART RECITAL (Certificate Course) Sunday Evening. May 22. 1912 PROGRAM Clarinet Solo—Schfin Rotmarin • • - KttnUt Daddy Doc..................................Kimball JEANNE RYBERG Edith's First Caller ..... V'urie DELORES SCHMIDT Clarinet Solo—Desolation .... Hat cl urn Verve ...............................JUtt tor Fun JEANNE RYBERG Piano Solo—To Spring Eliph Hewlitt. Castaway DELORES SCHMIDT Cariotta............................. The JEANNE RYBFRG Finger ol God DELORES SCHMIDT Clarinet Solo—The Ro ar • DELORES SCHMIDT. Clarinet JEANNE RYBERG. Piano Delores Schmidt Grieg Roller Singler Selected Sevin I 91 | • CECELIAN CLUB Lroo No«thrn. Frinctt Annr Muir Kmckrbrrg. Jrjnnc Rybcrg. Catherine Luger Vivun Higgint. Marian Ron, Barbara Webtter. Cathrrmc Gomilak Mary H� l«r, rrrlda Albright. Juliet Vrrnrt the cecelian club and the play makers Nineteen thirty-two marked the second birthday of the Cecelian Club. St. Margaret’s musical organization: and the anniversary cake for the Play Makers, the school's dramatic club, boasted five glowing candles. A recital dedicated to Saint Cecelia was the feature of the Cecelian Club for the fall seme;-ter: and. in accordance with the Haydn bicentennial, the immortal compositions of this Father of the Modern Symphony were the theme for the spring monthly concerts. Frances Anne Sampson. Jeanne Rybcrg. and Catherine Gomilak. as club officers, assisted in arranging and playing these memorial programs. A Russian Romance. A Colonial Tea Party. Southern Cinderella, and Midnight Fantasy were the highlights for the year's program of the Play Makers. This group also co-operated with the music students in assisting at the several private recitals sponsored by the music department. Jeanne Ryberg. Mary Agnes I.andy. Louise Hcucr. and Delores Schmidt were the 32 leaders. PLAY MAKERS Margaret Wilder. Jeanne Rvbrrg. Mary Agn� � Land?, l.ouite Hrurr Orient Schmidt. Miry Girling. Margaret Ahern. Bruy Kilday I 92 J Dorothy Flertham. Horne Hammer. Elizabeth Hit . Marcella Burmeiiter. Dorothy Connoy. Helen Budde. Marian Hrrmet. Mary Ruan Veronica Tracey. Ethel Hefter. Marietta Tanfield. Helen McCoy. Marcella Potvin. Irene Tanherg. Zita Craidl. l.eora Noethen Jotephine Roer . Phyllii N'aramore. Beatrice Brennen. Vivian BrecLa, Ann Occhino, Elizabeth Bu«ch. Teresa Hughe . Catherine Rhoade Lucille Carmody. Mary Connolly, Elaine Haverland. Lorraine Wahl. France Schiehe. Marian Luca . Rotlyo Ekberg France Zucarro. Margaret William . Doric Brunner. Ruth Owen . Mary Maag. Marcella Samion. Loi Corbeil, Rotalie McCauley tyronian club To lend social color to a practical science—that is the purpose of the Tyronian Club St. Margaret's business organization. Instituted in October. 19)1. the club was named Tyronian in honor of Tyro, the first man able to write Caesar’s dictation without pause. As officers in this first year of the unit's existence. Elizabeth Harrington. Elaine Satory. Delores Schmidt, and Mary Tillotson were chosen. ill llJ.1,1 V Viht % % 1 3 3 A Dorothy Ramiey. Zcrelda Albright. Ther� ille Ring. Barbara Bethke. Catherine Comerfotd. Verna Ru t. Catherine Toohey. Florence Wei Jeanne Ryberg. Muriel Wilcox. Delon Schmidt. Mary Tillotum, Annabell Cronkhile. Pearl Barta. Margaret Barrett Marjorie LaPalme. Veronica Althoff. Genevieve Emmrr. Mary Agnei Landy. Eleanor Laody. Margaret Richard . Rotemary Shaughne� ey. Bernice Emmer Elizabeth Midlo. Helm Finnegan. Vivian Higgin . Pritcilla Marx. Marian Rowe. Cleo Groll. Catherine Gomilak Marr Po ely. Mildred Owen . Jran Langford. Lorraine Bachman. Dorothy Houle. Lorraine Gagnon [ 9) ] Four boy from Dr I-a Salle High School took the male parti in the dan play. Tbr Blotvoming of Mary Aim. Drloret Schmidt, Margaret McDonald, and Jrannr Rybrtg in ihr data play. “Coupled oil —l.ouitr Hrurr and Harry Peterton. Jamrt Frederick! and Aftnrtla Krrfr. Harry Dickinton and Patricia Halloran, Rotrmary Holden and Robert Speeten. [94 J Come Ld U� Adore Him —the tableau aeene from the fir� t year play. WHY THE CHIMES RANG A GROUP OF CHRISTMAS CAROLERS Mabel Byrnee, Evelyn Co . Marie Mono. Geraldine Kohler Dorothy Hefter. Marie Ricklick. Adelaide Fiwh. Betty Grondman MR BOB The third ror girls surely entertaineJ the school with the rollicking comedy. ,lfr. Rob. Annabelle Ctonkhite as thr bailer, and Mildred Owens at the maid, deserve special mention. SOUTHERN CINDRELLA AND RUSSIAN ROMANCE The Play Makers, oar dramatic dob. presented theae two playa. Tbi« clob hai at membrri (our girls who are receiving certificate in dramatic art SIX TIMES NINE The second year group played Six Tint Sint, an all-girl, two act melodrama. Margaret Wilder, a dramatic art student, played the lead ( 96 ] LATIN WEDDING Tbete two ice net from the Latin play drpict a Roman wedding. Thtt play wat directed by Elixabeth Harrington and Mary Girling. WHEN MARTHA AND GEORGE CAME BACK THE MUSIC HALL STAGE Wr celebrated Wathington't Bicentennial with a seriei ol playi. When Martha and George Camr hack.' war a skit given by th« itudenti of the American hiiioty clan The mutit ball siagr it decorated for the week of graduate and certificate recitals A COLONIAL TEA PARTY Tbe miraint of the muiic department donned the Colonial garb Each girl became a Nellie Cuttit. and each boy a George Wathington. I 97 | QUILL AND SCROLL .. _ William . Koumjty Holden. Kathryn MtGairc o««� lofd. EU.n. Hiverlind. Patricia Halloean. Elizabeth Harnneton Lm1V j iflUnno.y. Delor,. KieBer. Birban Ku.h R„)rmaly L Pali7 ..._.Mj'r JjB€ Murray. Phylli. Narimotv. Ruth Owen.. Mary Pottner J. nn I� ro„iT orothr R,mi T. « ••• F” « Anne Simmon. Marietta Ta'nfceld. Miry T.llotwn Betty Bolinger. Mirgiret Ahern. Genevieve Emmer quill and scroll of the organization. enrolled the twelve charter member “itn«� fnal peestdent asstt 5sr I 98 1 M' PRESS CLUB Marjorie U Palme. Mary Lynch Caihrnnr Arrr beck. Jean Langford. Prances Schiebe. Rita Mi UrJ. Mildied Owens. Mary Posely. Mary Maag, Cath ertnc Corser. Helen Jayne Swift. Mary Hurley. Bernice Emmet. Frances Mary Nowak. Louise Huch. Germaine Knoblauch. Lorraine Bachman. Mary Agnca Landy m press club I he publishing of the Marguerite is the duty of the M Press Club. This organization was formed by the class of 1932 in their junior year. The nucleus of the club is the staff itself with membership granted to those aspiring reporters who submit forty inches of printed material. thus making admittance a competitive thing and thereby raising the journalistic standard. The present Marguerite staff assumed the editing of the publication on January 1. 19 32. Catherine Corser was named news editor with Mildred Owens as her assistant. Helen Jane Swift held the editorial position, and Mary Maag was the make-up editor. The business department was supervised by Rita Millard, junior class president. Bernice Emmer and Mary Hurley were appointed feature editors. For special column work Mary Posely. Mary Lynch, and Lorraine Bachman were selected. Louise Huch was named exchange editor. The remaining members of the club comprised the reportorial group. The M Press, in co-operation with the members of the S. M. A. Chapter of Quill and Scroll, sent fourteen students and three teachers to the annual convention of the Minnesota High School Press Association which was held this year in Austin. November 20 and 21. In the hands of this privileged group of enthusiastic journalists, each one proud to be wearing the club pin—a silver M on a blue field—lies the success of the school newspaper. I he staff this year is a talented one that takes seriously the responsibility of carrying on the scholarly personality of The Marguerite. I 99 1 the dayesye staff The Dayesye—a pictorial history of the year's school life at S. M. A. Edited by the senior class, it becomes for them their memory book to be cherished thru the years. On the shoulders of those to whom has been intrusted the supervision of its publishing has rested the responsibility to produce a book measuring up in every detail to all standards of journalistic excellence. It is their duty to interpret thru the medium of the Annual, the spirit and traditions of S. M. A. The '32 editor-in-chief is Rosemary Holden, former news editor of the Marguerite, and secretary of the senior class. Kathryn McGuire, treasurer of the class.and special writer for the newspaper, is literary editor. The business management is headed by Margaret Williams, president of the senior class, and former make-up editor of the paper. Junior, sophomore, and freshmen class divisions were edited by Elaine Haverland, Barbara Kuth. and Margaret Barrett, respectively. Louise Hcuer had charge of all club activities, and Francis Anne Sampson, former editorial head of the Marguerite, assisted with the music and dramatic departments. Genevieve Emmer was photographic editor. Literary associates included the following members: Catherine Comerford, Rosemary LaPalme, Patricia Halloran. Mary Jane Murray. Mary Pottner. Dorothy Ramsey, and Marietta Tanfield. Deloris Keiffer. Elizabeth Harrington. Phyllis Naramore, Ruth Owens. Jeanne Proulx. and Mary Tillotson comprised the feature staff. In the business department. Margaret Williams was assisted by Rosemary Hennessy and Margaret Barbery. It has been the task of these girls to compile in the best possible way the various institutions, organizations, and activities which make up the program of high school life. ARTISTS B«rthi BcnningholT P«« l Ban I 100] the dayesye staff THE Book is the theme of this 19 2 DAYESYE. To develop this motif has been the obligation of the Annual artists in cooperation with the literary staff. As an essential factor in the pictorial plan, the evolution of the book down thru the ages has been illustrated by Frances Mary Novak to form central divisions of the year book. The ancient parchment scroll, the laboriously copied book of the Middle Ages, the modern printed page—all mark the stages thru which the book has passed. The torn page from the greatest book in the world. The Bible, is a fitting preface. Four of the great divisions of literature. Romance. Poetry. Adventure, and Imagination, as pictured by Bertha Bcnninghoff. preface the four class sections. Margaret Ahern, as staff cartoonist, has made use of a play on book titles to carry out the feature section in book terminology. Literary illustrations, incidental drawings, opening pages—all embody the spirit of the theme and are steps in its final development. Pearl Barta. Eleanor Baker, and Ruth Frey have contributed in this field. The Book of the Seasons is opened thru Annabcllc Cronkhite and Muriel Wilcox. To portray the S. M. A. Campus as the scene of our School Book was the purpose of the pen and ink sketches drawn by Betty Bolinger. Trees, doorways. gardens, buildings, walks, and corners where linger memories of fun and work and confidences offered charming inspiration for the artist s pen. When in after years we pick up this album of happy days and scan its pages replete with wistful reminiscences, perhaps its pictured theme will tell a story of a book that is a “faithful repository, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when opened again, will again impart instruction'' (Johnson). ARTISTS France Miry Nowak Elranor Hiker I 101 J glee club Reminiscent of the gleeman whose name it perpetuates. the Glee Club, consisting of picked voices from the junior and senior classes, and introduced at S. M. A. in the fall of 1931. has interpreted several compositions under the baton of John Jacob Beck. The group gave its initial recital in December. They are now rehearsing the Missa Brevis, the mass that will be sung on Class Day. June 3. The officers of the club. Rosemary Hennessy. Elaine Satory. Ruth Owens, and Betty Bolinger. have assisted the director as music librarians. The present Roumary President repertoire of the organization includes the following three-part choruses: Sullivan's Lost Chord. Brahm s Lullaby, Mozart's Magnificat. Sin gen berg's Jubilate Deo. Niedenmeyer's Later Nosier, and Gilberte's Jes As Sweet. A sextette chosen from the Glee Club—Betty Bolinger. Marjorie LaPalme. Rosemary Hennessy. Rosemary Holden. Elaine Satory. Ruth Owens officers —sang two selections at the Elaine Salary Ruth Owens Bruy Bolinger ClaSS Day program. Ann Prestegard, Catherine Comrrford, Barbara Bethke, Theriille Ring. Marian Hermes, Beatrice Hammer. Evelyn l.eeie. Virginia Kelly Mary Elixabeth Firming. Margaret Ahern. Ruth Owens, Mary Tillotton. Marjorie LaPalme. Veronica Altholf. Genevieve Emmer Mary Posely. Marietta Tanfirld. Rosemary Shaughnctty. France Anne Sampton. Margaret Richards. Bernice Emmer. Margaret Barbery. Mildred Owens Vivian Higgins. Deloris Kirffer. Catherine Luger. Agnes Flannery. Cleo Groll, Rosemary Holden. Jeanne Proulx Zerelda Albright, Mary Maag. Lois Corbeil. Elirabeth Harrington. Bertha Benninghoff. Margaret McDonald I 102 1 Centuries rolled on. and as the year 1440 dawned. Johann Gutenberg was working on the first printing press--secretly searching for methods of making faces of type, composition of type-metal. and system of casting. His goal was realized: his invention was an indisputable success. Books were printed at an unheard of speed. Culture was spread broadcast as knowledge reached the masses through the blessing of a cheaper book. A new era of printing has arisen. Today sees the triumph of the rotary perfecting press with its double rollers and its space for color. the highest civilization the book is still the highest delight. -emerson I 103 ] I 104 ] [ 105 J ' TH HAuvrro JET CHfc J.™ £Vo fcrZ-v—-i -1 «r r y : ••,eu cui w '. V «C Vllfl ’ V FRfCkUs $TKAT-ti . • JTrf p i ? • o'feu it JUST 4 LwWrij • C 0 rA . 5« rjW AiCWLlffi 01 K0 Toward A OA f 8ARTA fjRtSiO - I Pot MS IWlttl ♦ £ AV ABfCH Pop's My Friend Arvilla Bookwalter “When day is done and shadows fall, And grown ups all go out to call. Then Mother says. It s time for bed! Don't dally now! Good night. Ted. ' That's all she says, but then I know That I had really better go. And after all my prayers are said. And I am tucked up in my bed. Mom tiptoes out—still as a mouse— To play bridge at our neighbor's house. But Dad. who stayed at home to read. Will come upstairs and bring a weed That he found growing in the yard. He tells me stories bout a bard And knights and elves and other such— And when he's there I'm not scared much. Then he stays till 1 go to sleep And tells the angels to ever keep A watch o'er me. so I'll be then A good boy when it’s day again. [ 106 J A Charge Dhloris KlEFFER Push. push, push the four hundred. Or maybe, my dears, there were three: Nevertheless they were pushing At a sale called a big Jubilee. There were dresses all colors and hues. And stockings imported from France. The floor walkers called aloud That this was the ladies’ last chance. Now after the bill was added. And after the dresses were fit. To the clerks who stood expectantly round. The lassies shouted. Charge it! So. my dears, as you can see. After many an effort made. I have described the best I could The Charge of The Shopper's Parade. [ 107 J SUNNY RHOADES'' OUR -FAMILIES THE TAN BERGS THE -HEA0 5 CATHERINE AND HER LITTLE SISTER THE SCHISSELS THREE JANICKES MURRAY'S INC. OUR WAHLS LEORA AND HER NIECE OCCHINO SISTERS Sampson sisters [ 108 ) Oim PAM ILItS “THE CAMBELLS ME COMING MILLIE%RUTHl£ bERNHa GEN THE TRACY5 DOT'S KATE JONES ZJL Z.UCCAROS THE BRUNNERS THE ALTHOFF5 THE LANDYS | 109 ] •’r 7? CROUP oF 'MARTHA AH n TA LA'S THE UunoN ot MMOR- SENIORl X MAS CRIMES RANG' VACAT OV H OPERETTA PROAA W c 3 ' frfshmah aAaovill amo scroll Wr ATRS MCM8CRS E RCRKRH Gradvatiom s ACAT n u' rnmn, uipow- vms. rcAA I' u? staff RREREA 7==,- = — vutt Av S r iPTH 0F 2 MAfi A r } f MA Ttos A L r VOCATION Week ' ay‘ . GLEE CLUB , f 3 0,CAV ZfO P.' Srvr itv APWMVMCNT of LHflOH vV ofr HMumrr fr rt r i F I ‘S’ x t ifs i A’ J rr._£yj WARY TEA I 110] bridge etiquette Margaret Barrett 1 enjoy playing bridge with a person who is individual. Rules become boring and monotonous after a while, and the partner who can insert a little personal variety into his game is really a pleasant diversion. I like the man who will play a heart to me when I have expressly signified a club lead. The tender sentiment which prompts him to send me a token of affection instead of a formidable weapon, shows me that a gentlemanly organ beats beneath his vest. Bridge is a very sociable game. Friendly conversation is at its best around the bridge table, and the brightest conversationalists are always the best players. The one thing that is strictly taboo during a bridge game is thinking. Thinking spoils the spirit of friendly recreation. If one concentrates on the cards that have been played and on the trumps that are still out. he is unable to throw the cards with the delightful abandon which should mark his course. The dummy plays an important part in the game of bridge if he properly performs all of his duties. As soon as the play is started, he should rise, turn on the radio, then return to his partner's chair and make suggestions. When he tires of this last, he should stroll around the table telling each person how many tricks can be taken if the one to whom he confides this information plays the hand correctly. When the third player is considering a finesse, the dummy should say. “Better play your ace: a queen doesn't look good enough to me. If the dummy then knocks over the floor lamp while regaining his chair, he will but add a few moments of pleasant diversion which is always welcomed during any well played game. Yes. bridge offers many opportunities for individual expression I consider it the finest of games to be played. I HI J UP AGAINST IT | ! SENIOR DOLLIES' RECREATION A REAL JOKE jf NO fISIt TO-DAY' mm EACH LITTLE PIGGIE ATHLETICS AT S.M.A. •PAMILIAR SMILES SUMMFR ttOLlDAy OFF DUTY [ 112] TEST PAPERS '•HOW , PREPOSTEROUS TUCKERED-OUT' I m) pardon us, eugene o neill Ruth Owhns Teacher (to herself) : “Mary doesn't look as if she knows. Guess 1 11 catch her with this one. (Aloud): What is a turbine? (To herself): Well, she’s going to make an attempt at it, anyway. Maybe she knows. Student (to herself) : Guess I'll bluff it through. (Aloud) : Oh. a turbine is a steamship.” Teacher (to herself) : She's guessing. (Aloud) : What kind of steamship? Student (to herself) : Well. I must have been right. Here's for another try. (Aloud) : It's a very large ship with a big crew and several decks. It's usually a big passenger ship. Teacher (to herself): Look at her. She's making herself ridiculous. (Aloud): When was it invented? Student (to herself): Lands, can I still be right? 1 must be good. (Aloud): Oh. in 1887. The class, unable to restrain its mirth any longer, starts to giggle. Teacher (to herself): Now to climax it. I'll ask an intelligent girl and make the bluffer embarrassed. (Aloud) : Margaret, what is a turbine? Margaret (to herself) : She wants to show Mary up. (Aloud) : It’s a motor run with steam. I IM 1 miss 1932 expatiates Jane Woodruff Little Slits Muffett sat on a tutlett .. . Could you visualize the debonair Miss of 1932 when enjoying her curds and whey— translated into today's language as chow mein—becoming frightened at a miniature web-spinning insect who seated himself beside her in a friendly way? Indeed, no! Comparing the Modern Miss and the Maid of Yesteryear. 1 find their sense of pride differed greatly. The old-fashioned girl displayed her disgust by uttering a shrill scream, picking up her trailing skirts, and running gracefully to the nearest refuge. Oh. how the girl of today would have scorned her sister if she had been witness to such a display of cowardice. In fact. Miss Modern would have thought it lack of pride to pretend that such a trivial occurrence could disturb her. How to retain her poise and nonchalance would have been little 1932's foremost thought, though she perhaps would loath the crawling spider equally as much as did the girl of that other day. The Miss Muffett of this year resolves never to let anything expose her real nature to the world. She will assume a nonchalant air. a superior intolerant pose, though internally she is every bit as squeamish as her nursery prototype. I think that the Sunbonnet Sue of Covered Wagon days thought the fraidy cat attitude was the correct way of displaying her feminine alarm. But times change: and we. with time. Personally 1 am for the dauntless and scare-proof Modern Miss Muffett. I M5 ] joy ous -ROMEO% JULIET LUNCH IN THE OPEN OUR EDITOR-IN'CHIEF $ COC-KV OfcEDIENCt MIGHT 5CANDINAVI0US I 116 ] BUDDIES T++E -FAMILIAR US IN A CROWD' WATC+f OUT Ll cbETH CAE DE PAES TIME'S UP EAblES MUST PLAV ‘A MINUTES PAUSE C++1C IK LORE MILLLE I 117 ] A MODERN GOBLIN MARKET Oh. little Eleanor. My. what a chore. To bake for four People or more. Who to your door, Do daily pour. (Not Christina Rosetti's) At recess and evening Girls hear the cry: Come buy our chow mein. Come buy. come buy: Chicken and lamb. Mutton and ham, Smooth creamy sauce. A biblical hero was Sampson. Piquant, luscious: Yet not more strong than she. Who plays the piano so grandly. Straws browned in butter. Who laughs out with such glee. Toasted, no putter: Gravy and dressing. Ices in fashion; Tea. too. served with it. Rare cup to sip it. Delectable to tongue and eye: Come buy. come buy. ’ Marion Hermes No speed doth lack. Until she fastens Her pcs on a tack. Es'elyn hushes Rosie's shushes. As they walked together In the warm May weather. We must save— You know Dtpreuion: Chow mein's for a rich one. Let us buy a bar instead Aim at us. O Frances. Your arrows are kind glances. Rosie nods her sunny Marcella s a knockout head. When to parties she walks out. Beth Busch gave a push To a bowl of mush— lush' Tush I I 118 1 She's not so large As here she seems— Except in heart And future dreams. Come in a Ford Or a limousine gay. Catherine is there Or the piper's to pay. Adelaide's A dainty maid. Whose favorite dish Is Fisch. AFTER THE MANNER OF AMY LOWELI. I like pie-blackberry, blueberry, gooseberry, cranberry, slobcrry. bilberry, barberry, huckleberry pic; cut in quarter sixe— delectable, delicious, delightful— « How I love pie- blackberry, blueberry, gooseberry, cranberry, sloberry. bilberry, barberry, huckleberry— PIE. Knock, don't stammer. But not with this Hammer! Ramsey-McDonald. A famous pair— Both are pretty. Young and fair. In the ring of our ''femme. Thcrsille is the gem. I H9 ] we toast you, o beloved school A love for classic literature, an appreciation of art and music; a respect for authority, a regard for others’ rights, a worthy training in citizenship—these we have received from you. O Alma Mater. St. Margaret’s. But more than any secular learning, more than any development of mere civic virtues, we have been enriched with the treasure of an unshakable Catholic Faith and a Christian regard for fellow men.. We toast you gratefully, sincerely. St. Margaret’s Academy. our pledge to st. margaret s To you. St. Margaret’s Academy, we. the Class of 1932. pledge ourselves to carry on the ideals which you have done so much to instill into our hearts: honesty in our daily contacts; charity toward our neighbor; holiness of soul; purity of actions; simplicity of nature: courtesy to every one; loyalty to the standards of Christian womanhood: faithfulness to our Catholic Faith and to the teachings of our holy Mother, the Church. I 120 1 our patrons Mr. and Mrs. E. W. Ahern Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Albright Mr. and Mrs. E. Barrett Mr. and Mrs. U. L. Bauman Mr. and Mrs. M. T. Bolinger Mr. and Mrs. M. W. Bookwalter Mr. and Mrs. F. Busch Mrs. Agnes Connolly Mr. and Mrs. R. Ekberg Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Emmer Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Hennessey Mr. and Mrs. A. L. Heuer Mr. and Mrs. C. W. Holden Mr. and Mrs. J. Mayer Mrs. Catherine Murphy Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Pottner Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Ramsey Mr. and Mrs. J. T. Ruane Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Theis Mr. and Mrs. F. Vorwerk Mr. and Mrs. J. T. Williams Mr. and Mrs. F. Woodruff Miss Rose Durch Miss Marie Eibner Miss Mary O'Brien Miss Colette Schissel Miss Charlotte Stephens Six Friends our friendship book The last book to be scanned is one of friendship. We open wide its great covers as we would the gates of a vast market. We invite you through its pages whereon arc displayed the signs of the merchants and the professional men who helped to make possible the 1932 Dayesye. The posters of our friends are many and varied. They range from an inviting caption of a school for dancing to a satisfying one of milk and bread. Land O’Lakes spreads its butter sign: Miller Studio mounts pictures of exquisite photographic art. But wander through and catch the stir and the zest of this colorful old market life as presented by our business and professional friends of today. We are satisfied patrons of these generous firms. We recommend our advertisers to you. 1 121 J he popular Selection of the Stu6ent is.... For a period of fifty-two years we have served the HIGH SCHOOLS OF MINNEAPOLIS Fifty-two years of service and satisfaction What better recommendation 1 ♦ OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHER FOR THE 1932 DAYESYE I 122 ] For : Chilly Spring Days and Cool Evenings burn BERWIND j Genuine Pocahontas | BRIQUETS [ The Ideal Fuel for the Home” j I I I I I I A clean, reliable and economical fuel for furnaces and all kinds of domestic heating plants, cook stoves, fireplaces, parlor furnaces, laundry stoves, etc. ; ORDER THROUGH YOUR FUEL DEALER L_......................... [ 123 ] St. Mary’s Hospital TRAINING SCHOOL FOR NURSES 2500 Sixth Street South Minneapolis, Minn. An Accredited School Conducted by the Sister of St. Jose ph The Lecturers and Instructors Are Especially Selected Complete Course of Training for Nurses in a modern, thoroughly equipped hospital. Address— Superintendent of Training School Everybody Loves JERSEY Ice Cream Pure and Rich o Manufactured by J. W. HAYES SON 132 NO. LYNDALE AVENUE M. J. McNALLY TAILORING—DRY CLEANING Alteration on Ladies', Gents' Garments Bedford Holel 1501 LA SALLE AVENUE Tel.: MA. 8181 ff'e Rent Cash Registers Typewriters Mimeographs, Adding and Calculating Machines Buy, Sell, Repair, Service All Makes j CASH REGISTER EXCH. CO. j 821 Hennepin Avenue Geneva 2874 Established 26 Years u Is your watch doing its duty? J. EMIL LUNDGREN JEWELER 402 Marquette Avenue Minneapolis, Minn. [ 124 ] Best W ishes ( to the I CLASS OF 1932 ( from ST. MARGARET'S ALUMNAE ASSOCIATION Phone: Cherry 0990 JOE. REGER FINE TAILORING 1110 W. Broadway Minneapolis ] J S s s s Typewriters for Rent Special Rates to Students Late Model L. C. Smith and Corona Typewriters Attractive Rental Purchase Plan on New or Used Typewriters L. C. SMITH . CORONA TYPEWRITERS, INC. 223 South Fourth Street—Ge. 6651 |----------------------------- ; KINDY OPTICAL CO. Smart Octagon Rimless Glasses. White Gold Filled. Complete for Near or Far Vision, j $7.50 816 NICOLLET — MORIN BEAUTY SHOP WILLIAMS GROCERY CO. | j Specialising in WHOLESALE TO ALL J PERMANENT WAVING and | FINGER WAVING Regent 7261 j 207-209 Washington Avc. N. 2749 LYNDALE AVENUE SOUTH Atlantic 5907 1 125 1 i r Landers -Morrison-Christenson Company Building Materials WASHED SAND AND GRAVEL 800 Builders Exchange Minneapolis, Minn. Since ’71 Burn “CONGO” Coal -i Furs of Dependable Quality j ! Main 5177 . Geneva 4924 Halo 9419 $9.65 Per Ton Established 1883 Michael Jans Son Mu fmt low John's Place” QUALITY CHINESE FOODS iixth St, Minneapolis. Minn. Furriers 83 So. 8tli Street Fur Storage Repairing EASTMAN KODAK STORES, INC. 112-114-116 So. 5th St. KODAK HEADQUARTERS r 1261 +++ SUTHERLAND CORPORATION 535 Sexton Building Main 3665 MINNESOTA OIL REFINING COMPANY DISTRIBUTORS OF L. T. Barnsdull Petroleum Products A. I . Mr GLYNN, Manager + + + BUY YOUR GRADUATION Anniversary and Wedding gifts of jewelry at Gittelnon’s Credit Termx to Suit You ! Gittelson Jewelry Company 612 Nicollet Avenue Compliment of DR. EDWARD H. VOS DENTIST Minneapolis, Minn. A sip tempts a taste A taste request a cupful J1ST TRY IT ONCE Sold by Good Independent Dealers Roaried and Parked by JORDAN STEVENS CO. MINNEAPOLIS -J I 127 1 FOOD PRODUCTS Since the Days of the Covered Wagon” THEY MI ST BE GOOD FOLEY GROCERY COMPANY ST. PAUL Salvation Army Newspapers, Clothing, Furniture, Etc. Call Dinsmore 8280 Nicollet Inland FOR YOUR PRAYER BOOK Use ST. ANDREW DAILY MISSAL t---------------------------------- ! Nortliwestern Paint and Wall Paper Co. ) | Patek Brothers Paints i -«►- ! 1218 20 Nicollet MINNEAPOLIS Your Valued Order Appreciated NARVERUD COAL CO. Coal—Coke—Briquets—Wood—Oil 0. A. NARVERUD 2943 16th Avenue South Dupont 0934 1 128 1 I MINNEAPOLIS FLORAL CO. EMIL OLSON, Proprietor STORE: 316 Hennepin Avenue MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. Phone: Main 3019 After Bus hies s Hours Call Wa. 2892W FIRST NATIONAL BANK JOHN M. GLEASON CO. | Minneapolis Minn. K� t abl idled 1881 Capital Surplus $11,000,000.00 FUNERAL DIRECTORS | North Side Office: [ 26-14 Nicollet Avenue } Wa� hin|:ton und Wet� t Broadway i j Minneapolis Minn. DIAMOND ENGAGEMENT RINGS Monarch Novelty Printing j Better Designs Company J Drawn by 212 Northwestern Bldg. ! M. L. NOVACK 322 Hennepin Avenue ; (Diamond Setter) 1 -J i I Geneva 8077 t 930 Hennepin Avenue [ 129 J : | f ( ; t [ OUR DEPENDABILITY is YOUR GUARANTEE Pittsburgh Coal Company i MINNEAPOLIS ST. PAUL DULUTH SUPERIOR r Lawrence Foss Milk Co. PASTEURIZED MILK AND CREAM Butter Churned Daily Phone: Cherry 4620 1 WE A. A. PRALL Hornwl Market Plan 116 North Lyndale GRADE MARKED MEATS DELIVER Tel.: Geneva 3781 Paul A. Schmitt Music Co. Between Nicollet and Marquette I — J “EVERYTHING IN MUSIC-WHEN IN ' DOUBT, ASK US.” 77 South Eighth Street Minneapolis, Minn. j Phone: Geneva 6747 JAMES E. LEE Optometrists and Opticians • EYES EXAMINED. GLASSES FITTED ¥ 53 South Eighth Street (Near Nicollet) [ no 1 I St. Margaret’s Student s a n d Alumnae are Aluays Welcome! s I Donaldsor s Glass Block Store77 Has Been Famous 51 Years as the 7,Friendly Store of the Northwest! [ 0ma(kdo i4 I Sixth and Seventh Streets at Nicollet Avenue J Minne apolis ___________________ J : ! Loring Park Pharmacy and Soda Grill 1500 Hennepin Avenue One Block from Basilica WE DELIVER OFSTIE PHOTO STUDIO New location: 7 South 8llt St., Walker Building HIGH CLASS PHOTOGRAPHY Geneva 6931 Nicollet Cleaners Dyers R. T. HESSEL. Pres. 3804 Nicollet Avenue WE CALL FOR AND DELIVER Colfax 8900 Open Evening anil Sunday Afternoons � Better Dairy Products B. F. FRANKLIN MILK—CREAM—BUTTER COTTAGE CHEESE ICE CREAM For Service Call Cherry 3334 Main 8441 1 I 131 J The Minnesota School I of Busi iness extend hearty congratulations, laden with good wi-lic for the future success and hap piness of each member of the 1932 graduating class of St. Margaret's Academy. We have been privileged to he of service to many former St. Margurel's graduates, for whose character, ability, and success we have had increasing admiration. We hope to welcome many others who have received the same excellent fundamental prepurutiou. Jewelers Exchange Bldg. 627 First Avenue North Geneva 4661 MINNEAPOLIS MURDOCK Jewelry Co. 100 North 7th Street WATCHES, DIAMONDS. CLOCKS, SILVERWARE AND JEWELRY Established 1886 Hessburg Brothers Distributors of SCHRAFFT’S Chocolates Candies and Confections Compliments of ST. JOSEPH’S HOSPITAL 1201 WASHINGTON AVENUE Minneapolis, Minn. Atlantic 3011 I 132 1 r------------------------- i I he College of i St. Catherine ! A Standard College for Women DERHAM HALL | A Colie fie Preparatory School for Girls eta ST. PAUL, MINNESOTA ' “.-I Better Service for Less Money' AH Goods from Minneapolis Factories Exclusively M. H. McDIVITT CO. FUNERAL HOME Luke Street at 29th Avenue I 1 The CURTIS UCTEL Wedding and Dinner Party Service a Specialty Equipped to handle large and small Wedding Ceremonies or Private Dinners. VERY MODERATE PRICES Write or Telephone the Social Secretary, who will gladly submit a tentative arrangement without obligation. The Curtis Hotel Atlantic 5144 MINNEAPOLIS | Atlantic 5144 MINNIE i r MILK that is PURE EWALD BROS. RICH MILK Standard of High Quality Since 1886 uFor Baby's Sake Phone Cherry 3601 I 133 1 ANTON NIELSEN Wholesale and Retail Milk and Cream 2629 19th Avenue North Cherry 4519 Are you buying Anton Nielsen's Pasteurized Milk and Cream? If not. are you getting the good fresh milk that you ought to have? Our milk is not standing on trains and platforms for hours, hut is supplied from clean and up-to-date dairies within four miles of Minneapolis. For Pure Milk and Cream, call ANTON NIELSEN Cherry 4319 2629 19th AVENUE NORTH THE NATIONAL ENGRAVING CO. Steel Engravers MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA Specializing in STEEL ENGRAVED DIPLOMAS ON GENUINE SHEEPSKIN Pittsburgh i PLATE| GLASS I cc. I Leaded Glass i — Studios i S 616 South Third St. Minneapolis, Minn, s MINNEAPOLIS PACKING COMPANY Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Choice Meats and Poultry Phone: Geneva 8268 211 WASHINGTON AVENUE NORTH Compliments of the CALL AN CO. DRY GOODS AND NOTIONS A Convenient Place to Shop Broadway at Emerson 1 “7 JOHN JACOB BECK Accompanist Apollo Cluh Organist Rasilica of St. Mary Training for Catholic Organists MacPhail School of Music Cherry 2301 Cherry 2369 1 HEINRICHS FUNERAL HOME 902-901 West Broadway MINNEAPOLIS I 136 1 Academy of the Holy Angels Senior and Junior High School Elementary Grades Kindergarten 1 ! Boarders and Day Students 1 — : NICOLLET AT 66th STREET | Regent 5281 1 I i CARL’S MEAT MARKET ! Drugs | t QUALITY MEATS i Drugs—Prescriptions Filled Periodicals 226 South Cellar Lake Road ; 1 i J WE DELIVER i i i F. H. BASSETT I Kenwood 0883 ! : 1100 Hennepin A%enue Minneapolis, Minn. Dinsmore 4157 „ , 1 Character Loans on J. J. TORBORG Expert Piano Tuning Signature Only Instructor Violin, Piano GENERAL LOAN COMPANY I J 1 610 Fourth Street N. E. P. J. BECKER. Mgr. s J j | Graduate MacPhail School of Music MINNEAPOLIS J 637 Andrus Bldg. Atlantic 3208 ' | I — -1 I 137 ) Hennepin Coal Company DEALERS IN COAL AND WOOD STOTT BRIQUETS BERWIND BRIQUETS KOPPERS COKE PETROLEUM COKE All our Domestic Coal is under cover, protected from snouice and rain. WE DELIVER ANYWHERE....WE SOLICIT YOUR BUSINESS JOSEPH P. HENNESSEY, Mgr. Phone: Di. 6557 336 HARRISON ST. N. E. MINNEAPOLIS Compliments of COMPLIMENTS JEUB’S MEAT of the | MARKETS i | STATE LOAN | COMPANY J i I DOROTHY LUNDSTROM Dancing Instructress Ascension Club j Ch. 0107 I 138 ] | Telephone: Atlantic 2018 j 1 J j CATHOLIC GIFT SHOP j Religious Articles •13 South Eighth Street {Minneapolis, Minn. _______________________________ HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATES Vi c know our sucocm depends entirely upon the success of our graduates. If you are interested in a business education, we have reason to believe we merit your patronage because: Our attendance so indicates Our graduates say so The employers of our graduates so many times express their satisfaction and send us more students. Graduates from every High School in the city arc now in attendance. VISIT US—INVESTIGATE OUR RECORDS Day School Main 4338 Night School Fully Accredited by the National Association of Accredited Commercial Schools M tfN£APOL'S Nicollet at Ninth. Minneapolis, Minn. SHEEHAN GROCERY AND BREDEMUS WENTWORTH 17 WASHINGTON AVENUE NO. Minneapolis, Minn. Family Laundry j Service Co. i ! May we serve you ? : The Quality of Our Work and the Dependability of Our Service are Gaining Us Customers Daily. Vr wash with l.ux and Rin� o in I'rrmutit oft water executively to protect your garment . t Drexel 1631 CALL Drexel 1632 2608 Bloomington Avenue 1 139 ] : ' s ( THE ASCENSION CLUB 17(M) 1)1 PONT AVENUE NORTH I Dancing Art Contract Bridge Current Topics Parliamentary Law Expression Gymnasium Swimming Golf Pool Bowling Boxing The Ascension Club is « community institution under the per� onul supervision of Rev. John Dunphy. The Club bus the best of instructor and is as finely equipped as any club in the Northwest. We invite you to visit the Ascension Club and to become a member. Call Secretary Ch. 3482 ; � s s s : J. I). ARMITAGE Optometrist Main 0252 The Leader Miuneupoli sk j 11KKT (iILL Hyland 1804 Walnut 4354 GILL BROTHERS FUNERAL CHAPEL Bert Gill and John J. Gill, for more than 20 years prominent in the undertaking profession through their association with the Gill Funeral Home of Minneapolis, announce the opening of their own establishment, located at 2413 Hennepin Avenue. Minneapolis Coll Kenwood 4060 No Extra Char nr for Out-of-T own Calls I NO ] JOSTEN’S Jewelers an and ....Stationers CLASS RINGS MEDALS ♦ TROPHIES CLASS PINS OWATONNA, MINNESOTA Minneapolis, Office: 1202 Foshay Tower Hennepin Automotive Co. SUPER SERVICE G 2532 38 Hennepin Avenue Minneapolis, Minn. Lo. 0714 r : j. J. SAMPSON PLUMBING j L HEATING CO. Incorporated I'linne: Din-more 6670 1163 14th Avenue S. E. Minneapolis, Minn. AGNES L. WARD MARGARET C. WARD Seton Guild DANCE ARTS Studio: 207-209 .South Ninth Street Colfax 3181 Atlantic 0304 DENTAL ASSISTANTS Young Women Learn This Splendid Profession in Our Evening School N. W. Institute of Dental Assistants 923 Nicollet Ave., No. 205 MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. | 141 J j REEVES COAL and DOCK CO. INCORPORATED ! Coal, Coke, Wood and Oil ♦ Hyland 9221 ♦ j I j i J. P. DUDLEY, Vice Pres. ' Emerson 5194 1728 Washington Avenue North MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. I M2 J Daily Door-to-Door Delivery to 450 Towns in Minnesota, North and South Dakota, Wisconsin and Iowa CITY DELIVERIES PARKING STORAGE MOVING HOUSEHOLD GOODS i MURPHY TRANSFER STORAGE CO. « 'rt AT7I When we advertise our shop We do so with a feeling of confidence ! OCULISTS’ PRESCRIPTIONS FILLED | i Crown Optical Oo.; ] 719 Nicollet Avenue 408 Wilmac Bldg. ) Atlantic 5551 I i______________________________! We promise to give you | GOOD SERVICE GOOD QUALITY ! J at less cost to you t R. F. BERTCH CO. FURNITURE - MORTUARY 325 13th Ave. N. E. Phone: Ge. 7929 ! I CH erry 3616 CH erry 361 n PAUL BEYER QUALITY GROCERIES 1101 Plymouth Avenue North MINNEAPOLIS Compliments of H. C. KRUCKEBERG DRUGGIST 2630 E. Twenty-fifth Street J � Congratulations To the Class of 1932 ; LAND O’LAKES CREAMERIES, Inc. MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. ! j OTIS F. HILBERT r COMPANY ; GILL FUNERAL HOME j WHOLESALE j J Poultry, Blitter, Eggs Cheese, Lard, | Shortening, Oil, Etc. I We solicit your huidnee : | Fine. ! Produre House tliio Side of Chicago 1414 Laurel Avenue j 319 2nd A vc. No. | Geneva 3304 Geneva 3675 J Dr. C. Stewart Gustafson DENTIST 623 Syndicate Building Geneva 7012 MINNEAPOLIS Henry Bachman Sons, Inc. Growers of Cut Flowers arul Plants We are ut our crvice Mith Flowers and Deeorutioiio for nil occasion We Telegraph Flowers Anywhere 6010 LYNDALE AVENUE SOUTH I.OruKt 0741 LOru� t 0742 TO The Graduating Class of 1932 MINNESOTA LOAN TRUST COMPANY 14 21 Northwestern Bank Building Main 0123 Compliment of J. T. McGLYNN BAKERY 108 Marquette Avenue Main 2708 CARON STARN Reliable Drugstores at 4th Avenue South ami Franklin Lymlale Avenue South ami 25th Street 27th Avenue South ami Franklin Seibel Insurance Agency J Office: At: 3397 Re .: Ch 3167 ! MORTGAGES—GENERAL INSURANCE ) REAL ESTATE 550 Mcknight Building MINNEAPOLIS Blue Ribbon Meat Market Choice Meats, Fish ntul Poultry QUALITY AND SERVICE 411 East Hennepin 1 145 1 i SPRING IS A BUSY SEASON IN SCHOOL ANNUAL DEPARTMENT I YET, WITH THE PRECISION OF CLOCKWORK, FORM AFTER FORM OF SCHOOL ANNUAL COPY IS SET, ASSEMBLED AND PROOF-READ....DELIVERED TO WHIRLING PRESSES....RUSHED TO OUR WELL EQUIPPED BINDERY WHERE SKILLED HANDS OPERATE FOLDING, TRIMMING, SEWING AND STITCHING MACHINES....THE BOOK IS ASSEMBLED....AND THEN COMES THE DAY YOUR DAYESYE IS READY! IT HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE TO WORK WITH THE STAFF MEMBERS IN PRODUCING YOUR 1932 ANNUAL. WE ARE PROUD TO BE THE PRINTERS OF SO FINE A BOOK. AUGSBURG PUBLISHING HOUSE MINNEAPOLIS MINN ESOTA I I S s s I S s I I si f HIGH SCHOOL® ANNUALS BETTER ENGRAVINGS ENGRAVING COMPANY Ke. 4011 • • 2 932 COLFAX AVE.SO. MINNEAPOLIS I 147 ] AUTOGRAPHS .vO