St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 168 of the 1934 volume:

rotNNjexpous PUBLIC Ll OftAtlY The Chart Pilots of School Passengers Landing Fields Air Circus Promoters Maneuverings and Government Designers of Wings Editor-in-chief Abigail Wagner Air Circus Director Marie Fay Art Creators The Junior and Senior Art Classes Art Teacher Sister Cosmos Business Promoter Sister Henrica Adviser Sister Marion It is with fervent admiration and love that we, the Senior Class of St. Margaret’s Academy, dedicate the 1934 Dayesye to Mother Clara. Through her we view the courage to attain infinite heights, heaven, for one cannot know this inspiring personality and remain untouched by ardent devotion to God. Her uplifting ideals are so parallel to the theme of our book, that we, ever striving toward the wings of religious sanctity, deem it a privilege to capture her directions. May we, in that span of time ’twixt now and eternity, prove devoted to her pinnacles of thought, so that, by the merits of grace, we may one day attain as sanctified a position as Mother Clara so humbly holds in the heart of Our Divine Lord. Abigail Wagner WINGS, the theme of your 1934 Dayesye, is suggestive of the high ideals to which you have pledged yourselves. I am sure you realize, that if you are to be true to these ideals, you must become weavers of wings,—of the loveliest of all kinds of wings,—those not made of material warp and woof, but spun out of the finest texture of your own souls—the wings of prayer. Mastery in this art of weaving is not acquired in a day or a year. Apprenticeship lasts as long as life lasts, since Eternal Truth has said that we must pray always. How constant and winning and fair your weaving will be depends entirely upon you. If every morning and every night your wings of prayer soar through the streets of the City Immortal, you may be confident that our dear Lord ''will overshadow you with His shoulders, and under His WINGS you shall trust.” That you may ever find happiness and peace under those protecting Wings is my prayer for you. PRAYER TO OUR BLESSED LADY Betty Tolbn Gentle Virgin, Blessed Mother, Holding there within your arm All that is the world’s salvation, All that keeps us safe from harm, Let me know the warmth of tender Happy smiles that you have for all creation Thru thy Son, the Mender Of all broken lives. Let me know the peace you knew Upon that Christmas Night When first you held the Child, the Truth, the Ught, The new-born King, our Brother. SAINT JOSEPH Marion Vallila Softly the golden sun is sifting Through the window on the stair, On a statue tall and life-like. All is calm and peaceful there. Dear Saint Joseph, good and gentle, Holds the flowered staff so fair That won him lovely Mary’s hand And gave her to his care. O Saint Joseph, we’ll remember Your dear statue in the hall, Like a father watching o’er us, Sweet protector of us all. The National Capitol Barbara Kolb Through the leafy bower of wide-spread trees Matted with clusters of new fallen snow, Supreme on an earth of material things, The Dome of Freedom stands straight and alone. The sun shining proudly, serenely on high Like a blazing omen of power in its sphere, With its rays outstretched embracing the world, Sifts its last quiet beam on the tall rounded Dome. The soft swirling snow floating down from above, Clothes the earth gently; with a last loving touch, Tucks a few stray flakes on the smooth-surfaced shelter That shields the beauty and wisdom within. A haven of safety, a harbor in storms, Its lofty peak will soar to the skies. Serene and splendid and noble, we hope Our emblem of power will reign through the years. ✓ The National Capitol Entrance to Main Margaret Healy A curving walk sweeps up To the grandly arched doorway, Round which is clustered Luxuriantly blooming shrubs Richly covered with Green leaves of jade-velvet. A majestically looming tree Sends its dusky traceries Over the sweep of grass. The silence of peace and study Is undisturbed but for The mysterious whispering Of the leaves of friendly maples. Mayhap they re praying their COMPLINE OR LAUDS. A Side View of Old Main Mary Jane Stringer There comes a day when I shall say To you, 0 walls of stone, 'My love, Tm leaving you now And I shall be the one alone.” And when I come back to look on you, This view shall I love best, For it brings me hope, courage, And the feeling of content, of rest. You rise so high, you lift my soul, Yet underneath your massive height, There is a broadness, a gentle quiet That is always found with might. I care not how long these walls shall stand, For in my heart they will always rise And form a goal for me to reach, My own Utopia, beyond the skies. The Telephone Building Lorraine Hay In this symphony in stone There is a splendidness of line, An exquisiteness of detail and An impressiveness of height. Its peak seems to sunder the floating crags Of clouds above it. It is a combination of beauty and usefulness. Beneath its rose-luster exterior lies A lace-like network which Binds the peoples of the earth More closely. It is like a huge stalagmite Pushing ever upward as a challenge, A fitting tribute and a lasting monument To an age of progress. Minneapolis' Latest Symphony in Stone— The Northwest Telephone Building In Winter Garb Mary Jane Keefe It rises tall and majestic and firm, Yet melts into snow, all lacy and white, That envelopes the building in softness And drapes the walls to a towering height, Making brighter the brown and leafless limbs, Which are now clustered with snowy flowers That glisten as if they were growing there To gladden and lighten the winter hours. The depressing brown has changed to white, A whiteness that only God could have sent, A whiteness so pure that an angel's wing Must have brushed it, when on an errand bent. When I gaze on this picture of winter, Filled with loveliness beyond all compare, My heart has a longing, some day to see The I tnd from which comes snow angels and prayer. 3BP � Snow Abigail Wagner In sparkling crystals lay the snow, Transforming dear St. Margaret's ruddy walls To silver whiteness, and the naked vines Bedecked the stone with tiny molds of sheen. The drive was filmed in geometric flakes That mirrored themselves in bits of window panes. With winter sparrows winging in the sky, The day was blessed in sunny merriment. The sleeping trees formed lacework in the air, And sloping lawns suggested linen weave. As ever, the wide entry beckoned come, And smiling window glass renewed salute. Then flamed the beauty of the winter scene: In pale blue skies the placid clouds appeared; With brown and darkened red and gleaming white, A stillness covered all, a perfect peace. St. Margaret’s Academy Regina Hegi O tower of beauty entwined By vines that gracefully cling, Bidding the heart and the mind More lofty deeds to life bring, And charity to all human kind; So close to the great city’s core Yet placid, aloof and serene, Saint Margaret’s, mistress of lore, Reign in our hearts a queen, As we bid you a last Au revoir.” Our school’s like a dear friendly home; We love its vast quiet grace. As life’s mystic hazes we roam. In our hearts shall e’er be a place For the dearest spot ’neath heaven’s dome. The Basilica Georgiana Henderson Gigantic and grey, With the blue of the sky On either side in display, Looms the Basilica, on which we rely For peace and consolation Arid spiritual contemplation. Its tall spire ascends, superb, Drawing and enfolding the stillness above, Seeming to pierce and disturb, Yet with beauty we love As its broadness swells, Symbolizing the greatness of Him Who therein dwells. Before the wide steps, spaciously Lies the busy city, moving— While the Basilica watches cautiously, Alert and ready to do one's bidding; It stands a symbol of endurance, And fills with calm assurance. Nay, its beauty is not in perfection, When its magnificence, lasting, Stands alone as though in dejection; ’Tis when the people in their passing Into the Minster's interior, Praise Him, their Superior. The Basilica of St. Mary, Minneapolis' Most Beautiful Church Gods Power Rose Beaty What’s behind the March wind to make it blow, Turn and twist, Shriek and go, Sweeping every inch of snow Into biting nothingness? Perhaps it’s Mercury on wing Wbirring the approach of spring From summer lands where Jove is king. What’s behind the March wind to make it dare Fight the vaulted volumes Of the prairie air, Alone and ware, That every shore and every stone Fear its bare and stinging flare; Make it dare Tempt the seas, Drive mirages of green leaves From the stark and staring trees? Perchance, it’s Satan raging In demoniac vagaries, Shrieking from orbits’ ends, Cawing from shoreless seas Embossed with souls of hell’s disease. What’s behind the March wind to make it live, Make it give Winged ambition? The splendid tender ecstasies, The awful, mighty reveries That awaken at the nod Of God. Patriotic Wings Regina Kelly He clasps the crag with hooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands” These startling words of Tennyson bring to mind a vivid picture of the Eagle which has been used by nations for many centuries as a symbol of patriotism and power. As far back as we have access to knowledge, the kingly bird stood for greatness and majestic prowess. In 400 B. C., the Persians marched proudly to war with the eagle’s form shining from their battle-shields; in 105 B. C., the Romans had the head of the eagle placed on the tips of their spears to fill their soldiers with strength and courage while on the battle-field. During Napoleon’s era France adopted this incomparable bird as the symbol for her courage; and the German emperors, probably to pretend they were the proud successors of Caesar, adopted the eagle as the emblem to adorn their coat-of-arms. It is no wonder then, that the United States of America should choose this glorious bird as its emblem, depicting it with out-stretched wings, carrying proudly the shield of America upon its breast; and clutching tightly in one talon an olive branch, symbolizing a peace-loving people and its peaceful enterprises; and in the other talon grasping a sheaf of arrows, signifying that the people of America, although peace-loving, are not to be over-ridden by any country. In this glamorous bird’s beak is a scroll upon which is written E PLURIBUS UNUM. This readily shows the history of the nation which it so capably represents—out of many, one—Democracy. The Flag of the President of the United States ☆ 4 ☆ ☆ Protective Wings of Home, School, Government, Clubs Our First Lady, ELEANOR ROOSEVELT Mary Ellen Newberg Rejecting conventionalities and still retaining the sweet dignity befitting a first lady, Eleanor Roosevelt has proved by her far-reaching charity and keen interest in nation-wide affairs, that a President's wife can be as human and as intimate with the people of the nation as she is with her own immediate family. For swift journeys the first lady has resorted to wings, and she is the first President’s wife to do so. Her trips in the clouds include a hop to Puerto Rico, to the Virgin Islands, and over fourteen states to the Pacific Coast. Mrs. Roosevelt is graciously informal. She has knitted in the house gallery; and recently, she brought her terrier to the signing of the vital bank bill. She needs no police escort on her off record auto trips, for she carries her own pistol— and is a good shot. We joy in thinking of Mrs. Roosevelt as Eleanor Roosevelt for thus she autographed her picture for the 1934 Dayesye. Eleanor Blue is St. Margaret’s favorite color this year, and one social—philanthropic club is known as the Eleanor R's. SISTER ANTONIA President of the College of St. Catherine Quiet wings of ideal womanhood enfold the students at the College of St. Catherine. Sister Antonia, President of the College since 1918, has striven so unselfishly and effectively for nobility and intelligence in the training of girls that church, government, and educational co-workers have crowned her with every distinction. But her most lasting testimonial is in the loving memory and splendid lives of her devoted alumnae. FRANCES PERKINS Frances Perkins, Secretary of Labor in President Roosevelt’s Cabinet, is the first woman to hold a Cabinet appointment. Miss Perkins has already made her womanly, peace-loving attribute felt in the settlements of labor difficulties and strikes. MRS. MARIBELLE BRENNAN Mrs. Maribellc Brennan is President of the International Federation of Catholic Alumnae. The organization under her efficient wing-spread protects Catholic interests in the passage of bills in Congress and in the censorship of movies. MRS. THOMAS RYAN Twice elected president of the Minnesota Council of Catholic Women, at present holding the office of President of the Arch-Diocesan Council of Catholic Women, appointed in August as Minnesota director of the consumers’ welfare of the N. R. A.— these are but a few of Mrs. Ryan’s executive activities. Yet with all her Catholic and civic responsibilities she is sweet and charming and has proved most efficient. Our Eagle Leader— PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT Be r nick Connoy HIS EXCELLENCY, THE ARCHBISHOP OF ST. PAUL With true appreciation of the profound influence of religion's enveloping wings on society and government, His Excellency, John Gregory Murray, our Most Reverend Archbishop, has by his sympathy, understanding, and unselfish devotion, soared to a position of leadership which reflects glory on the Church, whose zealous and intelligent representative he is. But his charm has made him not only a respected leader but a beloved one. GOVERNOR FLOYD OLSON Minnesota's ardent, alert, far-seeing Governor, elected on the Farmcr-Laborite ticket and now running for reelcction, Governor Olson has proved a most efficient state executive. He keeps Minnesota’s interests ever before the public and gains for his state, national recognition and apportionments that set a standard for other governors. His Excellency is a Minneapolitan. MAYOR BAINBRIDGE The City of Minneapolis elected to the office of Mayor, Buzz Bainbridge, Shubert Theater Manager. We expected dramatic action from Mr. Bainbridge, but ill health has incapaciated him since his receiving the office. MR. FREDERICK E. MURPHY The Publisher of the Minneapolis Tribune, an authority on Agriculture, an advocate for diversified farming, Mr. Murphy with two others was chosen last year by President Roosevelt to represent the United States at the International Wheat Conference. In April this year he was again sent as delegate to the wheat conference in Rome. As his hobby Mr. Murphy owns and supervises a model farm at Aiken, Minnesota. The kingly bird of the sky that rules over his subjects is appropriately named as our symbol of leadership and protection. The white-crested eagle with full-spread wings truly signifies a spirit of defense and protection. Our President, who is one of the greatest leaders of all times, is synonymous with the eagle. His protective wing guides us through the disheartening days of depression; his defensive wing strikes a rainbow arc of peace for his subjects; his gilded wing of progress is ever striving for the most beneficial and the most profitable of undertakings; his luminous wing of leadership, rushing forward, is always first to attain new heights; his wide-spread wing of good fellowship is ever open to one who is foreign to the fold; and finally his God-guided wing of Love, the foremost in the life of a democracy, is universal in its sovereignty. 1 Franklin Delano Roosevelt's wing-spread of achievement jo] equals that of any of the great eagle leaders of our line of presidents. Mr. John Jacob Beck Signor Silrio Scionli MR. BECK Mr. John Jacob Beck, choral instructor at St. Margaret’s Academy, for years has directed our musical productions. He is well versed in liturgical music, for he teaches the Basilica of St. Mary’s special four-part boys’ choir. He prepares us for our special days by practicing the Gregorian Masses and the Latin anthems of the particular seasons. Our graduation selection is our most varied program. SIGNOR SCIONTI Signor Silvio Scionti makes his flying visits to St. Margaret’s several times a year. He is the music supervisor who examines the pupils completing the required work for certificates and diplomas. He plays a concerto with the individual who is receiving a diploma. Mr. Scionti wings here from the American Conservatory of Music in Chicago, where he is a member of the faculty. FATHER THIESSEN Reverend Albcrtus Thiessen, Assistant at the Basilica, conducts the special religion lecture every Wednesday for the sophomores and the freshmen. His text is the Reverend Laux’s The Chief Truths of Faith. The underclassmen arc a very responsive group, and Father Thiessen develops in them an eagerness 2nd an enthusiasm for all things Catholic. Father Laux’s religion texts were introduced this year. FATHER HAUER Reverend Silverius Hauer, Assistant at the Basilica, in his weekly lectures each Thursday directed the senior religion class text, God, Christianity and the Church, by the Reverend John Laux, M. A., which explains the reasonableness of the Catholic faith. He gave practical but interesting talks on the subjects treated in this book. Father also conducted a Question Box which found high favor with all the students. FATHER REARDON Father Reardon, Pastor of the Basilica of St. Mary, Minneapolis, gave an interesting lecture Columbus Day, on Catholic explorers. The Kensington Runic Stone recently found near Kensington, Minnesota, he explained, was left there by early Norsemen who were Catholic, for the rune is now deciphered to be the Hail Mary. FATHER COLEMAN Reverend James Coleman of the Ascension Parish, director of Catholic Action clubs, and vitally interested in anything pertaining to Sodality work and Catholic Action activities, introduced Father LeBuffe, S. J. to the assembled students at St. Margaret’s. Father LeBuffe showed how a modern girl could be truly spiritual. The Right Reverend Auguit Waiter The Mott Reverend Amleto Giovanni Cieognani and The Moil Reverend John Gregory Murray THE PAPAL DELEGATE AND OUR ARCHBISHOP When in the Twin Cities during the national convention of the N. C. W. C., His Excellency, the most Reverend Amleto Giovanni Cieognani, Papal Delegate to the United States, honored St. Margaret’s with his presence at an assembly, accompanied by His Excellency, Archbishop Murray. Archbishop Cieognani conferred on us the Papal blessing. In his short talk, he asked that we pray for the intention of the Holy Father and for the whole world. He graciously granted the school a free day. MONSIGNOR WACTER Right Reverend A. Wacter, Prefect Apostolic of British North Borneo, told us about the barbaric customs and manners of the poor heathen folk of Borneo. He asked for our prayers in the success of converting these people, and for our offering for the Catholic Missions. Angels Marie Fay When starlit is the vaulted sky And the moon gleams like the watchful eye Of God upon the strange tranquility, The swelled majestic harmony— Sweet notes of celestial tone— Arc golden, gleaming trumpets blown Gently and yet startling clear Thru the stillness. I hear Every tiny fluted fllare, And it seems as if angels bear Each one aloft in cupped hands Then loose the silky, ribboned bands That bound them fast: Angel with Trumpet Fra Angelico Then at last They waft daintily to earth And anew give joyous birth To tones much more melodious Than famed, unrivaled symphonies. Now floats o’er pointed spires The tender rhapsody of lyres— A faint yet haunting strain that lingers As if the harpists' fingers Had pressed their weight against the strings To hush the ceaseless murmurings, That heed not the stilling But prolong their thrilling Vibrant tune. 'Neath the moon Glide legionaires of a heavenly corps And, as when the sun his night rest o’er Rises royally from his bed And spreads his glorious gold and red. Flushing the fluffy clouds from within, So, too, the whiteness of their skin Is tinted by the burnished flare Of red-gold from their flying hair; Their eyes fill with wondrous light And lustrous as stars at night. In robes of scattered moonbeams spun Yet rosily radiant as the sun, They move about God's Paradise On wings, magnificent in size And spread; majestic in grace Still exquisite as fine, etched lace; With shimmery, fairy dew drops brushed— Sprinkled with silvery, starry dust; A beauty, far beyond the ken Or mental scope of earthly men. And yet, a tiny moment's prayer soon brings The guarding comfort of these wings. Faculty Mother Clara, Superior, iV . !., University of Chicago, English, Religion Sister Henrica, Principal, M. A., University of Minnesota, Religion Sister Carmela, B. A.. College of St. Catherine, German, Religion Sister Irene. Associate Certificate, M. M. T. A., Piano, Violin Sister Hilary, M. A., Columbia University, New York City, History. Religion Sister St. Florinb, M. A., University of Minnesota, French, Religion Sister Cosmas, B. A., College of St. Catherine, Art, Civics, Religion Sister Hubert, B. A., University of North Dakota, Commerce Sister Marion, M. A., Columbia University, New York City, English Sister Emmanuel, M. A.. University of Minnesota. Science, Religion Sister Frances Rita, M. A.. University of Minnesota, History Sister Audrey, Diploma, M. M. T. A., Conservatory of Music, Chicago, Piano, Harmony Sister St. Margaret, M. M., Conservatory of Music, Chicago, Piano, Harmony Sister Edgar, B. A., College of St. Catherine, English, Religion Angel with Zither Fra Angelico Sister Helen Angela M. A., University of Minnesota M at hematics, Religion Sister Anita Marie, B. A., College of St. Catherine, Science Sister Mary Edward, B. S., University of Minnesota, Latin, History Miss Charlotte Stephens, B. A., College of St. Catherine, Art, Gymnasium Miss Cecblia Lenz, B. A., College of St. Catherine, Dramatic Art The First Landing Field Patriotic Wings The Seniors Mary Jane Stringer President of the Senior Class; Junior Division Editor of the 1934 Daybsyk; Ethelinda in Pontia; Kunigunda in Miraci.e ok The Roses: four timet on honor roll. Mary Jane is capable. loyal, charming. Seniors Jeanette Eugenia Heinen As Sports Editor of the Daybsyk. Sophomore Treasurer. Senior Vice-President, honor student, character in Six Times Nine, in Cherry Bough. Jeanette's ability is obvious, her personality invigorating. Mary Cecelia O’Reilly DaYBSYE staff member. Senior Class Secretary, excellent scholar, and ardent participator in all class activities—these radiate Mary’s talents, but Mary is shy and retiring. Dorothy Jane Martin Senior Class Treasurer, Vice-President of the Dramatic Club. Cornelia in Pontia—these are Dorothy Jane's record. Her ambition is to major in dramatic art at the College of St. Catherine. Seniors Mary Elizabeth Althoff Mary will be remembered by her class as gracious in her ways, as contributing her best efforts in all projects, as proving herself a most loyal member. Carmki.ita Mary Bach Carmelitd has been with us only one year, but in this short time she has formed many friendships. As a violinist may she win an illustrious name. Mildred Elizabeth Baumgartner We may eall her shy, but intimate friends realize her shyness is a guise of modesty. We translate through her smile the kindness that indicates her gentleness. Rose Kathryn Beaty Rose dips her poetic pen in Celtic magic, and a whimsy imaginative poem evolves; she reads a selection, and her keen, critical appraisement rivals that of Mencken. Mary Letitia Beck Mary's versatility has been ree-ognized by the many who know her. Her sineere determination and everlasting effort have attained for her, high ideals. She is talented in music. Seniors Loretta Ann Bernard As Senior Make-up Editor, a pinch-hitter for one who was ill, Loretta planned the senior literary division most artistically. Though we sometimes taxed your generosity. Loretta, we really appreciated it. Delores Bonner Delores has instilled in her the ideals of womanliness. She is quiet, low-voiced, and thoughtful. Her chief gift is a flare for writing poetry. Catherine Jane Brandt On honor roll; Dayesye staff Easily won to ways of peace; forgetful of self; responsible in assigned activities; staunch in friendship: choice in friends— Jane is all these and more. Seniors Helen Lucille Brickley Generous in promoting (lass and school projects; quiet yet fun-loving is Helen. She enjoys serving and can make her orvn dresses. Well-dressed describes her. Mary Theresa Cafprby Mary's ambition is to attend college and to major in English, her favorite subject. Mary is artistic, too, as her linoleum blocks throughout this Dayksye evidence. Bernice Christine Connoy Honor student four times; Dayesyk staff. Bernice has distinguished herself as a student of ability in history. Her pleasing personality and her charming nature have merited for her many friendships. Marcella Adelf Casey Always ready for a joke, full of laughter, yet deeply sympathetic. Marcella acts as oil on troubled waters. Refined, quiet comfortable—these interpret her personality. Mary Agatha Cowin Lady Hedwig in Miracle of Roses; Katie in the Garden of the Moon. Honesty and straightforwardness are hut two of Mary's sterling qualities. Seniors Mildred Marie Cruit Mildred’s love is her violin, and her artistic temperament is supplemented by the delightful sense of humor which makes her an ideal companion. Mary Jane Dempsey Court messenger in the Miracle of the Rosf.s. Good-natured, happy, self-effacing is Mary Jane. She does her share in class projects smilingly. Georgiana Mary Dousette Georgian,t enters into social work or class work oith a zest and a flourish. In writing verse she chooses vain subjects—compacts, jewelry, articles of dress. Seniors BERNADETTE BERNICE DuPONT Bernadette hat the amiability that blendt with eom panion ship, subtle humor which spells friendship. and a loyalty which means a lasting memory in our hearts. Alice Bertha Dwyer Congeniality and a quiet cheerful disposition label Alice as a very desirable friend. She mixes well in all groups, for her kindness makes her tolerant. Vera Josephine Ennen Dayesye staff typist: honor roll student. Vera gives generously of her time and talents, and has shown herself to be all that is ideal in a St. Margaret's senior. Florence Margaret Esc her Florence's quiet manner is balanced by unfailing cheerfulness: and her practicality, by a truly artistic ability. She has contributed many linoleum cuts to the Dayesye. Marie Therese Fay Satire Editor of the 1934 Dayesye; Simple Simon in the freshman play; an honor student; toaslmistress at junior-senior banquet; poem published in Scholastic—these are Marie’s achievements. Seniors Elizabeth Theresa Fisher Beneath a calm reserve lies a pleasing sincerity and a splendidness of character which we hope will bring success and happiness to Elizabeth. Mary Virginia Geagan Mary played Martha, a Belle of 1900 in the Class Play, the Garden ok tub Moon. Her unfailing good nature and generous cooperation make her a valuable adjunct to the ’34 class. Mary Egan Giri.ing Dramatic Editor of the Dayesye: Claudia in Pontia: Empress in Miracle of Roses; certificate rn dramatic art. Through her numerous roles in the class plays she has distinguished herself as the leading actress of her class. Seniors Patricia Gleason Patricia's naive complacency is equalled by her true spirit of unselfishness. Witness her as the willing and frequent chauffeur for the members of her class. Joy Martha Halloran A joyous carefree senior is Joy. She became a Marguerite in 1952. Joy was a student of music and a member of the Dramatic Art Club. Margarette Jeanette Hauk Margarette was in the two freshman plays. Her sparkling vivacity has distinguished her socially. and her frequent attainment of the honor roll has merited her scholastic recognition. Lorraine Clarice Hay Dayesye staff; honor student. Poise and grace are Lorraine’s chief characteristics. Blended with this we discover a subtle humor that raditates the fineness of her character. Music and aesthetic dancing are her hobbies. Margaret Mary Heai.y Dayesye stuff, honor student. A true friend is a sympathetic, unaffectedly unselfish individual with the resolution to succeed. We would all choose Margaret for such a friend. Seniors Mary Alice Healy Honor student; four years' perfect record for absence and tardiness. Mary Alice is the spirit of loyalty—to her school, her studies, her friends and most profoundly loyal to her God. Regina Gertrude Hi-gi Dayesye staff. May we present our chief exponent of that school girl complexion ? Regina’s lovable, dainty nature is traced in her poetry. She is a poet after the style of Aliee Meynell. Edith Marie Helm Dayesye staff; art contributor. As faithful worker for all class activities, Edith had no equal. As a junior, she worked on the favor committee for the prom. As a senior she has done excellent Dayesye work. i Seniors Georgiana Marie Henderson Dayksyk staff. Georgian's true character if hidden under a calm reserve which is respected hy her classmates. Her marked ability in literature has won for her, admiring esteem. Katherine Adelaide Hoppe Chairman for food-sale committee; co-worker in program group for junior-senior banquet. Cooperation, generosity, loyalty —these are Katherine’s known qualities. Mary Jane Keefe Dayksyk staff; character in the Garden or the Moon and in French play. She's a Celt with a love of good books and a keen appreciation of the Celtic magic in poetry. Marian Ann Kelly Marian has proclaimed herself a true Aristocrat. Her arrogant air and disarming smile have opened many hearts for her. Best wishes from ’34, Marian! Regina Ellen Kelly DaYBSYE staff; four limes on honor roll. Regina's consistent good work is the keynote of her character. She is staunch, studious, careful. Her contributions to the Dayesye are numerous. Seniors Lorraine Elizabeth Kerick With her humorous disposition and obliging personality. Lorraine has proved herself the best of friends. Her musical ability is outstanding; her Daybsyk activities are praiseworthy. Lucy Catherine King Lucy Catherine’s adaptability enabled her to make herself one of us when she entered St. Margaret’s from Seattle last September. She has charm and poise. Rose Mary Kloss Rose Mary possesses one of those magnetic personalities that draws one to her simply because she is herself with no subterfuge to disillusion. Be your- self is her motto. Seniors Mary Josi-phine Knapp Dayesye staff; Empress in Miracle ok Roses. Low-voiced poised and charming, a member of the Dramatic Club, social editor of the ’34 Dayesye, Mary Jo has easily won her way into the hearts of her classmates. Barbara Anne Kolb As she is an expert swimmer and tennis player, sports are 'Bobbie’s forte. She is an honor student and unequalled as a confidante. Valeria Krautkremf.r Dayesye staff: secretary of sophomore class; honor student; Bobby Shafto in freshman play: angel in Cherry Bough. Valeria’s objective is to attend St. Catherine’s. May she develop there her gift for writing poetry. Violet Mary Lavell Violet is quiet, but her silence is ever respected by her classmates who hold for her the fondest esteem. Much happiness is in store for her. i Mary Jane Mason As a commercial student Mary Jane has distinguished herself. She writes lovely poetry. Her splendid carriage awarded her a place as model in the style show. Seniors Mary Jane Mulheran Another Schumann-Heinck is Mary Jane, for her majestic voice is thrilling. Her serenity and laissez faire spirit go with one of her temperament. Ullaine Murray A blonde with that most envied of hair coiffure, a natural marcel; stately, poised: of indomitable will—these best interpret Ullaine's personality. Her wagon is hitched to a star.” Mary Ellen Newberg Dayesye staff. During her four years at S. M. A., Mary Ellen has displayed unfailing conscientiousness toward duty. Her oral recitations are immensely enjoyable because of her well modulated voice and excellent delivery. Seniors Cbline Marie Paradise A prominent character in onr second year play. Celine, natural, attractive, is beloved by all who know her. She is an ardent supporter of all class undertakings. Genevieve June Porte Arlene m Outlaws and Inlaws; Clara in the Garden ok the Moon. There is to be found in Genevieve a likeable companion. Active in dramatic art, she has given much pleasure to her classmates. Ruth Anne Rausch Treasurer in Meeting to Music; Dodo in Alice Blue Gown. One never sees this fascinating dark-eyed secretary of the Dramatic Club without a smile. Her alive, carefree air and courteous ways easily attract. Lucille Frances Reed She makes friends and keeps them. Hers is a choice circle open to few. Through the four years she has gone smiling, contented, exclusive. Vbrdbll Margaret Reilly Verdell's pleasant manner and conscientious altitude have merited friendships for her among her classmates. She took part in several Latin plays. Success to you, Verdell. Seniors Ruth Margaret Rhoades Nature has bequeathed her with a beautiful soprano voice which has found its way onto many S. M. A. programs during her four years here. Best wishes for her chosen career! Marguerite Ann Rinck Marguerite has that happy-go-lucky smiling quality which makes her liked by everyone. She willingly cooperates in all class activities, and is a promising young artist. Lorna Kathryn Romdeau Lorna is perhaps one of the shyest girls in the class, yet one of the most loyal, sincere and charming seniors. The friendships she forms are not numerous but they are lasting. Seniors Francks Marik Romano Frances' name has found its due place on the honor roll for her four years here. Her straightforward attitude has been welcomed in all circles. Mary Ellen Sampson Dayesye staff: in Pontia; in Garden ok the Moon; director of dance in Miracle of the Roses. As a freshman. Mary Ellen danced in Mother Goose and right into our hearts: so on through four happy years, she's led the dancing parts. Monica Marianne Schissel Dayesye staff calendar editor: Mrs Johnson in Meeting to Music; Emma in Miraci.e of Roses; four times on excellent roll. Monica with her cool grey eyes, brown hair and lovely smile possesses a poise which is unexcelled in our class. Helen Marie Schultz Helen was in the freshman play and has taken part in several l stin plays. She was the French maid in Six Times Nine. May her career in dietetics be a success. Kathryn Cecelia Smith This tall graceful girl has easily won friends in her one year at St. Margaret's. She was a model in the Style Revue of '33. Seniors Loretta Elizabeth Sullivan Through her radiant personality, Loretta has drawn to herself a circle of friends all of whom treasure the friendship of this auburn-haired senior. Beverly Elaine Swanson Her deep-toned musical voice attracts one: then her frank blue eyes and kind smile reveal her personality. In Six Times Nine she played Margaret. Helen Carol Tanberg Helen's chief diversion during the summer months is golf. She is an apt student in the commercial department and hopes to attend business college. ■ Seniors Margaret Elizabeth Tolen Sophomore-Division Editor of Daybsye; Mrs. Jones in Meeting to Music; four times on the honor roll. With a self -eon fident personality and as a brilliant English student, Betty has distinguished herself. Kathryn Mary Tracy Kathryn s smile is lovely, touehed with a dear Celtic magic. With her pleasing reticence and delicate manner, she has endeared herself to us all. Marion Joan Vallila Freshman Division Editor of the 1934 Dayesyb; Richard in Fiat Lux; Angel in Pontia. Admirable, staunch, charming is Marion. The verdict of the class is A lady, gentle, thoughtful. Virginia Marie Vierling There is a motto. Speech is silver; silence is golden. We believe that Virginia abides by it. We can remember her as our petite fille. Abigail Rita Wagner Winner of the four-year scholarship to the College of St. Catherine; Editor-in-chief of the 934 Dayesye; excellent role four timet; freshman and junior president; Pontia in Pontia; Elizabeth in Miracle ok the Roses. Seniors Mary Berenice Walsh Petty Lou in Garres of the Moon; singing angel in Miracle ok the Roses. Berenice left St Margaret’s in her junior year, but her clast welcomed her back-Berenice has sung her way into our hearts. Margaret Estelle Warner Dayesye alumnae editor: Carol in Garden of the Moon; excellent roll four times. Margaret flashes enthusiasm. Her expressive eyes reveal that kindness and naive sympathy which spells friendship. Loretta May Welter Snapshot Editor of Dayesye. We remember Loretta not only as freshman vice-president, junior treasurer. Freda in Six Times Nine and honor student but as a charming companion and sincere friend. Seniors Frances Mary Wirtz Frances has a cordial smile for everyone and is always kind and sincere. She gives careful attention to every detail of work set for her to do. Catherine Ethel Zuccaro Catherine is an able American history student, a diligent and conscientious worker, willing always to cooperate with teachers and friends. She is charmingly good-natured. This is the head of the mace or traditional symbol of authority of Congress, which is carried into the sessions by the Sergeant-at-Arms of the House and Senate. PATRIOTIC WINGS Regina Hegi Patriotic wings so gracefully hear Symbol of majesty, lord of the air, Our American eagle of loyal strength Guiding our nation's breadth and length. We're gratefully thankful you do and dare. O symbol of loyalty, master of right. On true sturdy wings, swift through the night. Awake sleeping justice, inert since the dawn. For a nation’s in peril; then swiftly move on. With keen eye, ever keep justice in sight. Sail on with patriotic wings, soar In peace o’er a nation that never more Shall betray the symbol for which it stood When our fathers fought for brotherhood, And lov.e ruled to our country’s care. To Know The Flag Abigail Wagner To know the hidden character of the flag, one must understand the joy of a dying soldier, the fighting spirit of a wrinkled mother, the thrille I hear: of a saluting child. It is not merely the waving of hats or the beating of drums, but the soaring dreams of youth at the appearance of the red and white stripes and the field of stars that electrify true patriotic devotion. To know the story behind the flag from the babyhood days of our country, is to nurture its first seeds of ardent zeal, for one cannot escape respecting the flag when he has viewed through each star the founding of a state, through each stripe the spirit for which these congregated people joined in such a glorious government. Look Beyond The Horizon Ullaine Murray The Stately Eagle (Villantlle) Regina Kelly Impressionistic Abigail Wagner The stately eagle was winging by, Over fields of gently swaying corn, A colorful bloc in the cloudless sky. Red— My eyes. It tufted head held exceedingly high. Its heart singing in the early morn. The stately eagle was winging by. The day, Their hearts As one. Nothing escaped its piercing eye. No, not e'en the buds that the dew adorned— A colorful blot in the cloudless sky. Banished thoughts that proved forlorn And brought joyful thoughts on a sunny morn Because the stately eagle was winging by. White— The veil, His shirt. The license Signed. It filled hearts with hope held high; From them morbid thoughts were torn By a colorful blot in the cloudless sky. Our eyes followed it, and with a sigh, We turned to our tasks our hopes reborn. The stately eagle was winging by, A colorful blot in the cloudless sky. Blue— Her hat. His tie. The sky, My soul. Vain Georgiana Dousette A frilly pink puff to powder her face. A small square mirror in which to look; There is red rouge in an oval case, A frilly pink puff to powder her face. Now, will lip-stick add to a lady's grace? These were the contents of her pocket-book: A frilly pink puff to powder her face, A small square mirror in which to look. Oh. wilt Thou let me light a star That I may see beyond life's scheme To guide my steps to heaven afar? Of rising fame I often dream, Success, acclaim without a scar. I’d rather, though, my soul redeem And pray that God may never bar My soul from sweet celestial stream. Oh, wilt Thou let me light a star? Diary Lorraine Hay On the pages of life's days Many are the tales told: A thrilling kiss worth more than gold. Of which for hours we think and gaze; A fear or worry that never pays Fond memories that ne'er grow old. On the pages of life’s days Many are the tales told. A tear for one in parting ways. Or for an old love now grown cold; A broken dream of which ’twas bold To think, as we sit and gaze, On the pages of life’ days. Gray Geese Ruth Rausch Protective Wings Virginia Vierling On the day I first awoke, An angel fair, from portals high, Flew to earth, my soul to tend. Why? Because the Mighty King thus spoke: This tiny mortal, oh so wee. Your protege she is to be; Watch and pray, guard and defend, Cherish and guide her, protection lend Until, enfolded in thy wings. Her soul, in pure state, I revoke.’’ When the green leaves turn to brown, And the first frost comes in fall, 1 can hear the gray geese call As they pass the small gray town. They fly together and come down With a beating of wings, one and all. When the green leaves turn to brown, And the first frost comes in fall. When the hunters of renown, To these birds send their call, Fright into their hearts install Sending them to Dixie town— When the green leaves turn to brown. A Mood Symbol of War Georgiaka Henderson Margaret Hkaly Each day I behold In you Something new— Another acquaintance, As it were, Something 1 Never suspected. Some fill Me with The eagle is the bird of war; His mighty pinions darkened France. He saw men drowned in their own gore. He was bold in the days of yore. When brave knights fought with pike and lance. The eagle is the bird of war. And even in the fairy-lore He helped the heroes of romance. He saw men drowned in their own gore Happiness, Others give Me doubt— And in Where Birds Swooped Mary O’Reilly My heart, Sorrow can Be detected; Upon a cliff beside the sea But stay, Where birds swooped all around, These I The waves rushed up with childlike glee, Can overlook Upon a cliff beside the sea. If the liked My cares and worries fled from me, And unliked Contentment I had found Will balance— Soldiers in despair, cursed and swore. One sees the mighty bird and pants, The eagle is the bird of war!’’ When we hear the machine-gun’s roar, We see him leading the advance— He saw men drowned in their own gore. When the eagle in the sky doth soar, Do we often think that, by any chance, The eagle is the bird of war. He saw men drowned in their own gore. Upon a cliff beside the sea And leave me Where birds swooped all around. Not rejected. My Flag Loretta Welter My flag is the symbol of dreams come true. Gazing at it waving there, I breathe the clear loyal air of a patriot, for it stands for the United States, the Democracy our forefathers built of blood and justice. As an American welcomes the sight of his own Statue of Liberty, so does my heart flutter on the wings of patriotic appreciation when I see my loved Star Spangled Banner floating on the wings of the air. Skyline Barbara Komi Skyscrapers loomed in the distant sky Lifting their heads to the blue; Round their towers birds circled high And sang their songs as they flew. The Flag Mary Jane Stringer The flag is the standard, the banner, the ensign of the country. It is the standard representing an established custom. It cannot be misinterpreted. Ideas of freedom are various; some are radical; some, conservative; but the flag has no variation. It is the symbol of the Union. It represents the spirit of the land. The colors are strong and firm; they are not insignificant and weak. The blue clearly proclaims the loyalty it commands, the happy faithfulness with which the call of the flag is answered; the white is the purity of the young nation, a Galahad in search of a Holy Grail; the red represents the blood that washes the site clear of any taint, the red blood that suffices when diplomats fail. The stars I like best. They arc the inspiration. The stars lead, while the colors form the substantial background. The stars grope ahead into the darkness and light a path for the nation to follow. They are the gems which engender courage to perpetuate the nation. They give enthusiasm to the artist, confidence to the engineer, aspiration to the chemist, hope to the agriculturist, optimism to the inventor, and buoyancy to the youth of America. Still Flying Gloriously Valeria Krautkremer The soldiers stood in formation at the base of the flag pole. Farther back, great crowds watched in a tense silence the careful raising of the flag that meant the freedom from a mother-country. A mighty cheer went up as the flag finally reached the top. The red and white stripes made a bright blotch of color, and the field of blue, with the thirteen stars symbolic of the thirteen free states, vied with the blue of the sky, on that golden, sunshiny day. Today that same flag is still flying gloriously free on the wings of the wind. Lincoln’s Memorial Frances Wirtz Classic and gracetul it stands, an inspiration To the loyal people of the nation. Grecian columns and sloping steps Reflected majestically in a pool Of clear liquid, so gray, so cool, Show our love twice for this magnetic leader My Guidon Elizabeth Fisher My insignia of love! My passport to freedom! My Flag! Let come what may I dare defy nil enemies with my shield of red, white, and blue. My whole life might be guided by it had I no other moral code: white for sincerity and comradeship; blue for inspiration and truthfulness; red for courage to fight for what is right; white stars on a blue field for high ideals, the realization of one’s goal. The soft friendly glow of those stars shall be a light of knowledge to me. All my life shall be guided by the flag of our United States of America. Etching Katherine Hoppe The spires of the churches When the sun is lingering there Seem to me like folded hands Lifted up in prayer. Ganymedes Monica Schissei. A beautiful bird soars by ani we watch it with wonder. Its strength overpowers us; its magnificence exalts us; its glory appeals to us; its very grace signifies its pleasing personality. It flics ever higher. Obstacles move with its oncoming force 3nd it sails by. King of the Air! Picture us as Ganymedes astride, ever finding new places, ever seeing new sights! Always his protecting wing would shelter us and his quick piercing eye detect every danger. We should be free, happy, and proud of our protector. Just so is our government with its strength, magnificancc, power and glory. It soars to heights in diplomacy, democracy, achievement. In its leader, the eagle of the government, obstacles are easily surmounted, and from his path a ray of light is shed on his followers. We trust in the democracy of our government and we accept its wing of freedom with an unvoiced pleasure. To its wing of loyalty, we are patriotic; of its wing of glory, we are proud; and for its wing of diplomacy, we are thank-fuk Astride this titan of the world, our life shall be happy, care free and joyous. We wing on to eternity atop its beautiful guiding. Washington Monument Delores Bonner O lofty and stately monument of crystal marble. Towering high into the blue sky, You were created as an exquisite marvel, As a tribute to George Washington by His countrymen of the United States, To show their feelings towards a splendid statesman. Vessels Transports Service Wind Mary Jo Knapp Oh, it Wow in o many different way , Or rampant it Wow and a great tree sways; The wind, like a person of many a mood: Or it ri e and growls like a smouldering feud So soft in the spring a the earth is wooed. Oh. it blows in so many different way , As over the buds it smoothly plays. The wind, like a person of many a mood. A lonely voice on summer day , It carries on with warmth imbued: And chill again, as leaves, bright-hued, Are scattered, as the world it flay . Oh, it blow in so many different ways. Romany Regina Hkgi Beware, my soul, of leisure hour On gypsy trail in rosy bower , Aiming not at lofty tower — With aimless life content. Seek you, distant heights afar; Leave Romany to those who arc Vagabond . Fear not to cross the bar” Where veils of life are rent. Patriotic Wings Marik Fav Very few imaginations arc elastic enough to visualize wings on the heavy-booted, weary feet that tramped over rough cobblestone streets or plodded in slushy held . Vet they are there as surely as the wings that gleam on khaki sleeves. Tiny wings of patriotism that urge on weary feet and bring new hope of glory; tiny wings of honor that still fearful mind and calm tumultuous breasts; tiny wings of love that burst aching heart —these three. And as long a there are weary feet, fearful minds, and aching hearts there will be guiding wings of patriotism, honor, and love. Hiding Jeanbtte Heinbn Guidon Ambulance Corps Wings of Time Marie Fay We scarcely realize the swiftness of the flight of golden, youthful years, so lightly their wings brush against our fearless forms. Smiling, we brave the turbulent onrush and speedily tuck each precious year away into a dusk-laden chest secur-jy scaled. Our present wings are strong; they will carry us thru all danger; so we forget our hidden ones of by-gone years. Thus neglected, the tiny wings droop and wilt, diminishing and fading day by day in their imprisoned state. Soon, much too soon, the curious hand of some mysterious Pandora lifts the lid and, filled with new life and strength, the tiny fliers charge upon us. Alas, we are too wearied with the long search for adventure to resist their cyclonic onslaught. Readily we succumb and lie crushed and broken clutching feebly at the fluttering wings which fly forever from our fast-dimming sight. She built a prison of sunlight bars So love would never her discover And thus her maiden soul to mar. She built a prison of sunlight bars. But sun withdrew and night and stars Betrayed her with a gallant lover; She built a prison of sunlight bars So love would never her discover. R.iin’ Descending like a sheet of silvery mist, Or a woman s tears that come unchecked, unheeded; Coming slow or fast and knowing it is needed I o br.ng relief to earth, or soften cheeks it kissed. A million drops? It is impossible to list Or see all drops that look like diamonds beaded. Rain! Descending like a sheet of silvery mist. Or a woman's tears that come unchecked, unheeded Rain! It splashes on the places that it missed. On gardens that are newly seeded, On fields that had been quickly weeded. On fires that loudly sputtered, fiercely hissed. Rain! Descending like a sheet of silvery mist Reward Dorothy Jane Martin- No verse with stronger meaning Could ever bring a tear As did those lines so blotted— From the child that she holds dear. No gift quite so fancy. With lacy edges fine. Could have touched on mother’s heart strings As his homemade valentine. Wings—Christian Symbols Regina Kelly The early Christians were imbued with veneration for the emblem of the gentle dove, sacred to them because it symbolized the Holy Ghost, the Third Person of the Blessed Trinity. Many of the saints are represented by winged signs: Saint Matthew’s symbol is that of the winged man; Saint Mark’s, the winged lion; Saint Luke's, the winged ox; Saint John's, the eagle. All Catholic artists have depicted angels as winged, symbolizing swift messengers from God to man; protectors with wings spread; worshippers with wings folded. Squadron A Vocation Regina Hegi In wonderment through lashes wet I gazed into his soulful eyes: You say you love me, dear, and yet, I am but frail. Lest I forget The vow I made to paradise, Do you go at once. 'Tis wise. 'Twere no sacrifice, had we not met. Wings—Pagan Symbols Regina Kelly The emblem of wings has been used down through the ages by peoples of different nations to symbolize flight, victory, success, and patriotism. The ancient Egyptians in the colorful reign of Rameses II, 3400 B. C.. regarded scarabs as symbols of the world. These winged beetles were so sacred to the simple-minded Egyptians, that some of them went so far as to remove the hearts of diseased persons and substitute for them large costly images of scarabs. The Babylonians venerated scarabs as symbols of the resurrection; the Phoenicians, as representing immortality. Besides this renowned beetle, the grotesque figures of other countries carried out the thought of wings as symbols. The Assyrians erected before their beautiful palaces statues of winged bulls. All were careful of their deeds so as not to bring these winged sentinels’ wrath upon them. The Greeks sculptured a winged statue of Nike, goddess of victory, in honor of their success as conquerors. The Romans placed the eagle on their weapons of war; as superstitious warriors, they venerated the dove, the symbol of love and peace. Our own United States of America has taken for its national emblem the glorious bald eagle, dearly loved by all true Americans. It has inspired patriotism in the hearts of its many loyal subjects—the people of America today. Clipped Wings Marie Fay My wings arc clipped; they’ll never grow Wide-spread again: I wane to cry Aloud and let the whole world know My wings are clipped. How oft before I mounted high And felt the soft complexioned glow Of luscious, dusky, starlit sky! No, I’m condemned to murk below; Yet from the dark depths where I lie I still can see the stars, although My wings arc clipped. Sky Visions Ahigaii. Wagner My guardian angel watches In yonder studded skies, With silver starfires in her hair And twinkles in her eyes; And though you claim its misting, It’s clearly known to me That with the star-made dipper. My guardian's pouring tea. Time’s Touch Margaret Hauk Kach new line appearing On the face of one so dear. Instills in me a dulling fear That I have caused Those signs of worry newly born In a smile-wreathed countenance. Rut then comes one assuring thought That age might be at fault—not I. Wings of Love Marie Fay All year they’d fluttered from my eager grasp The tiny wings of love I long had chased; Yet all the night love’s precipice I paced And vowed the more that one day I would clasp Their silky softness to my pulsing heart. Then love imprisoned would be in my breast To be close-kissed and joyfully caressed, To there remain, a sacred thing apart. The air I breathed became as heady wine; I swayed and fell into the dark abyss And as I lay upon the warming sand. Felt on my lips the languor of a kiss; Sweet, lustrous eyes of dusk peered into mine, A downy feather nestled in my hand. Sea Gulls As Wings of Song Marion Valmijc The caption. Wings ok Song, brings to my mind a beautiful white sea gull dipping to the silver crested waves. The gull itself has no song, only a mournful cry, but I interpret its graceful movements as a melody which gives each minute’s rise and fall the proper grace. The gull, whose strong, black-tipped wings send it into the cool frostv atmosphere; the splendid gull, flying bravely against the early snows and gusts of biting winds—the very flutter of his wings is song. Many times I’ve watched these great white birds as they glistened in the sunlight over the blue sparkling waters of the lake. They are like sweeping melodies that surge and grow toward some resolving mighty climax; their movement landwards is a graceful cadence modulating thru mazing harmonies and Anally ending with a peaceful swooping of sweet abandon when the gulls—or the melody—have reached their destined major goals. Appreciation Rose Beaty Came a message in the middle of a still night, crashing with portentious briefness every bit of feeling and realization: a long ride thru a chilling dawn, with a red sun hanging fiercely on the hills; burned, parched things rushing by; and stark realism awaiting on the little worm-eaten platform of the red and yellow depot, and in the harsh, unfeeling whistle of the train that stopped longer than its wont when living beings alight and to exact double toll. Clear chimes from the hill church; and a great line of cars like a black snake—and spades—and unresigned wills—and a great chaos of people—all these finally crystallized into a memory that was glad to think a hill made graves more shallow. People have died since then, and I have shaken hands with those bereaved. Now I truly sorrow with them, for I have tasted grief. Aeroplanes Rose Beaty I never thought that I would see A bird with leaden heart, That still, without a living breath Could soar and dart And chuckle in the clouds. Renting all the undared shrouds Of the rain, hardly sane With its magic, filling power. I never thought that I could thrill To its smoothly shining bill And its sleek, undowny breast And rugged heart that needs no rest, For when day has just begun It gleams athwart the new-born sun. Stolen Jane Brandt One ship was love of you. One was faith, one was hope— With colors bright and new. They were my ships of gold; I sailed them on seas so bold In waters clear and blue. One ship was love of you. One was faith, one was hope. I had no fears that they would go Some unexpected day; But pirates came and took my ship, My ship of love for you. Dune Grass Mary Jane Mason The dune grass blows along the way, Along the banks beside the sea, Waving and dancing throughout the day. The dune grass blows along the way, Where December days are fresh as May, Whistling thin weird tunes in glee. The dune grass blows along the way, Along the banks beside the sea. To The Moccasin Flower Minnesota't State Flower Delores Bonner When first I chanced upon this lonely place, Wherein I thought no happy thing would roam, I saw, above, the dark sky’s veiled face. And then surmised this must be sorrow’s home. For here were symbols, all of sorrow’s kind: A weeping fern—remorse, regret, deep care; The cedars gnarled, with murky arms entwined Above; a darksome pool with reedy hair. Twas then my eyes beheld your rosy form Aglow, undimmed by darkness near at hand. Your courage changed my heart and made it warm, Rare citizen of this much shadowed land. So joy is often found in sorrow’s vale, When old griefs soften, hearing memory's tale. Peter Pan Takes Wings Abigail Wagner Let me fly on the wings of song, and having reached Olympus, I will rival Ganymede, so that he and Hebe will gnash their teeth as I, the new cup-bearer of the gods, will drift adown the skies. With Hermes I will zoom thru the air, and all the world will be still. Neither the rustle of a leaf nor the twitter of a bird will impede my harmony. Soon all air creatures will announce: Behold, there passes Peter Pan, the playboy of fairyland! Yea. even the winged contraptions of centuries to come will bow before my prestige, and bend their fan-like noses to the ground. Then will I spill a drop of Jove’s own nectar on Windy, so that she too may don the sky wings. Together we will visit Shakespeare’s land, and adopting Ariel as our very own, will journey to the chosen home of the butterflies. If the dew is heavy, the film-armed creatures will not play; but we’ll have no fear of that, for should I be cup-bearer to the gods, Aeolus himself will blow the clouds away, and then fairyland will dance in the sparkling sunbeams. On festal days, with the borrowed wings of Athene, I’ll sit on the steeds of Apollo and sing to all the world of each great event. Then will Ceres smile as her dear daughter returns, and all the world will rejoice in spring's loveliness. Nature will cover the trees with harmonious greenery, the flowers will nod their heads rhythmically, and tiny buttercups will offer a golden perfumed song. All will listen as, hand-in-hand, the violet, pansy, and sweetpea will chant a fragrant madrigal. The forests of Diana will be an open symphony, and birds of every clime will dip their wings in merry glee. Then fairy children in the land of Let’s Pretend will visit me, as on a satin throne I sit holding the cup. We will have a grand tea-party, and with the flutter of the bees and ducks, we will do our yearly washing. Jove then will smile on me and bless the day when music brought me to him. In truth, he'll give a speech, and crown me with all rights to use the heavens and his celestial wings. Flag of the Secretary of War A Juniors’ Hangar Mount Parnassus J Juniors Evelyn Cox Isabelle I.aFontaine President Vice-President WINGS IN MYTHOLOGY Mary Jane Stringer Winged Mercury promises to take me back with him to Olympus, the Lind of Mythology. I wait long and patiently, and at last I sec his winged hat coming toward me, his winged shoes making the sound of wind. Mercury will not give me wings; I must depend on the gods and goddesses to carry me thru space. Winged Morpheus touches me with sleep and Onciros’ gossamer sails sweep across my still eyelids and call me away from my earthly chair. Pegasus, my trusty winged horse, is waiting, and I fly thru the air in search of the Dawn. I ride with Aurora across the sky and drive her winged steeds thru the gates of the morning, brushing aside the wings of Nyx with one grand gesture. But Nike rides not long with me, for my victory over Night only shows me new horrors. I see a glimpse of the yellow wings of Medusa. The winged Harpies and Furies fly at me, and it is only the steady wings of Chronos that finally carry me away from these terrors. Then I sec Ceres, goddess of fertile valleys, parent of streams and rivers, and I enter her haven and idle with the butterflies, Freyja’s hens, and ask Picus why he was changed into a woodpecker. Chronos and Nyx become traitors and turn against me. They show me that I must leave this happy playground. I whisper a parting word to Philomela before Daedalus fashions a pair of wings for me just as he did for Icarus. I don them, but I, like Icarus, fly too high, and Phoebus melts my mythical propellors. Ah, well, why use wings? I’ll take Iris’ colored path earthwards and there I’ll peruse the juniors’ blazed skyroad toward the Pierian spring, via its poetic section. Joan Beck Bernice Bedard Mary Bernard Margaret Berry Adelaide Boucher Elaine Burns Bernadette Duffy Cecelia Fazendin Juniors Mona Feia Secretary Irene Fawcett Treasurer JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY Mary Jane Stringer Now these spirited juniors will have you know that they are not always winging their way through mythology. Their spirit is the delightful blending of the mythical and the practical. Their winged imaginations have carried them to inestimable heights while their determination has kept their steadfast feet firmly planted on the ground. When these followers of Mercury first sped through these portals, they took wings and flew Around the Wori.o on wings of dance and of song. They carefully invaded the yellow wings of Medusa, freshman tormentor, at last throwing off their worries and entering into their sophmore year with the carefree buoyancy which only winged sophmores can have. In their second year, these students informed all in the art of tactful behavior presented in the person of Clevu Isabel. They sped into the junior year on the back of the Winged Pegasus. They left Pegasus to search for the Queen’s Lost Dignity, and the entire school joined in the hunt. This year the juniors have entered a new field of literature, that of the English. The sophomore year’s American songs have been replaced by the early English ballads. They have thrilled to the tales of Beowulf and grasped a little of the immensity of Alfred the Great’s contribution to literature. Chaucer's characters have been indellibly impressed on the minds of these juniors, and their winged imagination has formed many stories to complete Chaucer's tales. Gleaning worthwhile bits about the various authors they finally had the chance to thrill to the plays of Shakespeare. Aside from shorthand and botany there arc many whose wings have carried them to the hall of language: some entering into the study of French; some preferring Spanish; others electing German; while three have chosen to learn intimately the gods and goddesses in Virgil. Adelaide Fisch Loretta Foran Mary Frederick Veronica Gomilak Betty Grundman Dorine Healy Evelyn Hirman Ramona Ittner Ellen Jane Grosbusch Marcella Janicke Marion Jones Marv Kearns Juniors Dorothy Keltgen Dorothy Kelvie Helen Keyes Helen Knaeble Lorraine Knaeble VlLLARS KRAUTKREMER Cleo Krumholz Madonna Kreutzian Florinb McDonald Gertrude McEachern Rita Newberg Margaret Murray Juniors Madelon Orth Gertrude Palmer Marion Parthun Mary Ann Pilon Audrey Reid Margaret Reid Marie Ricki.ick Vera Rust Clarice Sherwood Ann Smith Vivian St. Lawrence Ruth Stone Fern Stucke Marie Torijorg Mary Towf.y AURORA Helen Keyes From the surging depths of some deep enchanted sea triumphantly arises Aurora in her flaming, bedecked chariot, her delicate, iridescent wings outstretched to bring light to a darkened world. Aurora! The glamorous goddess of the red-gold hair holds taut the silky ribbon reins of the chafing silvery-winged steeds which are as white as clouds and as light. Her large wings are translucent like the butterflies and, as they wing their way up and forward on the time-worn track of the heavens, she languorously waves one white arm in the wind, nonchalantly inviting its caress, her tapering finger-tips streaking the sky with slender streams of roseate light that widen into a galaxy of pastel tints. At the first heraldings of light that appear in the sky and tell of Aurora’s coming, the dark starry-eyed goddess Night is warned to leave, and catching up the folds of her sable cloak does so reluctantly. Aurora is indeed in her element. Earthlings anxiously await her coming in admiration. Many perturbed minds arc soothed by the beauty of her effulgent wings. She is a picture, perfect and fleeting, lending brilliance and color to a grey sky. Wings Helen Keyes Death Dorothy Kbltgen In the protection of the wings, Small comfort though it to him brings. There stands a man, who says a prayer, With made-up face and marcelled hair. The world awaits in darkened rows. The band strikes up impassioned throes, The stage is all ablaze with light, And who flies in on wings? Stage fright. Fleeting Mary Bernard On wings of dreams, I soared on high. Through day, through night, and cool bright dawn, But even as I flew, I woke! My lovely, fleeting dream was gone! Pursuing death is hated by us all; In no one is there power to resist; The pangs of death seem never to desist; We, too. then, hopelessly enthralled, must fall, When death so urgently has made its call. It seems that none in this great world is missed. For surely we arc all upon the list And gather one and all at death's huge haul. Destructive death comes like a flash of light. To snatch the loved and cherished from our side And leave us desolate and so alone. Until our numbered days shall take to flight, When we ourselves are summoned ‘cross the tide. To live among the pleasures once unknown. Thought Irene Fawcett When in deep thought I drift to Paradise On wings that carry me to lofty heights, I gaze upon the strange surprising sights, With great appreciation, and surmise The infinite perfection of the skies. My eyes are blinded by the glowing lights Which radiate sweet peace and the delights Of their abode above the worldly wise. In the remote beyond I seem to see The angels singing hymns of joyous praise To God, Who gave to them the right to be The messengers to those He'd some day raise To worthiness, and to receive the key To everlasting happiness and grace. To The Winged Horse of Vishnu Fern Stucke To your symbolic peace I bow in reverence For ’tis by that virtue That strife shall be defense. Slumberland Margaret Murray When winged birds fly o’er the sky, I think of long, long days gone by, I feel the wings of night come on; I wish my dreams to drop their wings And keep me in sweet slumberland. So from these dreams I wish the days To soar on swiftly till I have Dreamed all the dreams in slumberland Nyx Mona Feia With the last glow of waning twilight. Night wings his way across the earth, shrouding it in a blanket of inky blue. His mantled wings bear him swiftly over rugged mountains, sweeping plains, and the solemn grandeur of oceans. At length, his labor completed, he rests his wings in quiet survey of the universe. Beyond a wavering line of distant trees, out of a sapphire-blue lake, Luna, his winged sister, rises cold and aloof. Her pale shimmering glow illumines the darkening world and here and there her sparkled gleams flood shadowy graves and verdant patches. Night, silent and somber, soars aloft viewing the lamp-lit globe giving forth its peaceful settled quiet. He flies glidingly over a sparkle-shadowed stream whose tumbling waters fall in silken folds over slimy rocks. A nodding willow dips its fringed finger-tips to cool in the gurgling depths. As Luna ascends the cerulean stairs of the firmament, Night flits over hidden nooks of woodbine Hawthorns gleaming white, bursting sprays of wild rose, and perfumed honeysuckle clusters glimmer pale beneath her light. Drifting on weary wings, Night listens to the curly ferns' croon and the bullfrogs’ loud croak. Then dipping wingedly, he sinks over a last view of the slumbering world. As Aurora, flushing, opens the gates of dawn, Night flees on heavy wings. Toward God Irene Fawcett All nature's clad in shimmering green, While tree tops dance the minuec. The sun at morn smiles on the scene, And silvery dew-drops linger yet. A soul on wings of thought serene Soars high, without the least regret, Onward, with grand majestic mien, To God's domain in jewels set. Persephone’s Cycle Gertrude Palmer The revolution of this earth Is constant and will never die, For days come after nights, as time flies by. In every day there is a birth Of something seeming of more worth; The sun and stars glow steady in the sky, The gayest flowers below them lie In beds of jade upon the earth; The Summer dressed in luscious green array Fades into Autumn pale and gray; Then Winter dressed in snow-white charm Melts into balmy Spring with breath so warm. Icarus: Father, don't you think I could fly if I had wings like a bird?” Daedelus: Perhaps, my lad, perhaps.” Icarus: Come, father, let us try to fashion wings from feathers and wax. Look, father, the fine large feathers I have found.” Daedelus: Very well, my boy. Perhaps we can fasten them on to your wrists and arms. There! They ought to hold now!” Icarus Mary Bernard Icarus: Oh, Father, I’m flying already! Look!” Daedelus: Be careful, my boy, not too near the sun; the wax will melt. Come back. I say, Icarus, come back . . . Ah. he does not hear me; the feathers are falling, the wax, it’s melting! He’s falling! Icarus! Icarus' Ah, too late, he has fallen into the sea! ! Come back, boy! Come back! Aspiration Adelaide Fisch In future days when we shall see The Juniors fly o’er golden sands And reach the gods’ Olympic lands Where Zeus will rule the dynasty. The wings of Morpheus will send Sleep to the land both far and near, Before Aurora’s wings appear To raise the dawn, when colors blend. The wings of Silenus away Will take us to his school on high. And there our thoughts will surely fly To things we learned at S. M. A. Phoenix Helen Keyes This it the story the Egyptians told Of fabulous Phoenix five hundred years old. Who, when death approached to him, From each aromatic tree snatched a limb. Then piling high his funeral pyre. Fanned with his wings a blazing fire Death, like life, was wild and free, From ashes gray to immortality. Reincarnated, young, and glorious, The story the father of history tells us— The beauty of the bird could not perish, As cannot the beauty of ages we cherish. Ganymede and the Eagle Mona Fbia A soft fragrance of incense blended with the perfume of garlands of blossoms floods the air, while melodious voices and subdued organ music mingle in perfect harmony. Two hundred and fifty heads bow in reverent adoration and two hundred and fifty minds are borne high on winged thoughts. Let us turn back the pages of history to another scene, not as inspiring as retreat perhaps, but just as interesting. In a distant land amid the rich verdure of green fields stands a boy of surprising beauty whose unaffected goodness has captured the glance of the antique gods and goddesses. Jove, taking wings as an eagle, swoops down and bears this beautiful creature high into Mount Olympus. There, happily, Ganymede dwells in sweet contentment just as our thoughts on high. Why? Mary Ann Pilon Look at those birdlets in the trees, Look at the busy bumble bees. Now they have wings and they can fly, Oh, why can't I? Whenever you look at the sky You see so many things soar by, The small and great all fly with ease, Then why can’t I? Even an aeroplane has wings; This is the song the motor sings, Just watch me fly away up high,” Now, why can’t I? Beyond Our Vision Adelaide Fisch The wings of flight are soaring high. Against the moon and starry sky; Some have a duty to perform. Before the light of early morn; While some are on a pleasure trip And with the clouds they dip, and dip. Until at last they’re gone from sight And vanished far into the night. Niobe’s Punishment Dorothy Kei.vie Niobe, a proud and selfish mother, Ha-J a handsome and radiant brood Of lovely little morning clouds, Who were always in a happy mood. One morning she stood up and cried, My children are the most graceful things. That move in this sky or on the earth With any sort or form of wings.” Leto, Neptune, Apollo, and all. Grew angry at this insulting remark. Straight Apollo shot one of his arrows And all the sky turned pitchy dark. Culmination Vera Rust Silver wings of gulls—grace, Scaring wings of eagles—strength, Flying wings of planes—speed, Gay wings of plumaged birds—beauty. O Beautiful Wings Joan Beck O beautiful wings, your significance Is well defined by the imperial birds, And every day the Grecian myths enhance The romance of Old Athens beyond words. The sea-gulls mounting up the cloudless sky Have wings that were forerunners of airplanes; That through these years transporting us on high. Passing o’er city homes and country lanes. To Persephone and Psyche you were sent. Conquered by curious thought thou didst lament. Ah wings, your symbols are countless and great, Like heroes in war, in court, in state. Would that I had a pair of wings, and sent To God. I’d happ’ly enter heav’ns gate. '4 What Is A Wing? Cecei.ia Mae Fazendin What is a wing? Webster calls it an organ of flight. I doubt whether the definition would have had the same significance a quarter of a century ago. At the mention of wings,” no doubt our grandmother could, and with good reason, picture her Easter bonnet. Now in case you don't know what I mean, allow me to explain. Take any lovely winged creature, preferably a bird, and a large circle, about two feet in diameter. Place the wings of the victim in the center of the circle projecting out over each side. Trim the rest of the brim with grapes, cherries, or what have you. Pile your hair so it represents a hen at rest. On top of this place the circle, pierce with a pin some two feet long, being careful to pierce the circle and not your head. Stand before a mirror. The effect is commonly called a successful calamity or winged hat. Song Dorothy Keltgen When hopes are high upon a pedestal. The wings of song that steal around our ears Are as a prayer by which we thank the Lord, The Giver and the Lover of all time. When sorrow rests too heavy on our hearts, And all our efforts seem to no avail, The wings of song come gliding through to us, As though an angel hurried to our side. Wings Ci.arice Sherwood I see wings floating upon high, Like diamonds ’gainst an azure sky. And to and fro they glide with ease. As round a honey-comb the bees. Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom, Control their soaring like a tune; Round and round they float above, Seeking for the heavens of love. Old Mercury Elaine Burns The sound, Tick cock,” comes from the hall, Tis faithful Mercury on the wall, New faces every hour he sees. His message e’er is, Hurry, please.” When day is bright and hearts are free, Old Mercury ticks along with glee, But when the day is dark and sad. His wings arc slow and darkly clad. Speed Mary Frederick On wings of speed the day has sped To be replaced by silent night, Who, weary from her recent flight, Spreads o’er us like a floating kite. When night is weary of her task Aurora comes with dawning face. And brightens all the darkened space-The world speeds on its mighty race. Symbolic Wings Mary Towey Swiftly the wings of time fly past Time, time is a something that we cannot stop. It is as though a gust of wind was rushing past us. It cannot be stopped. Time is pictured as an hour glass with a small sieve, through which tiny particles of sand trickle. On time’s beautiful wings, he carries with him the wings of progress. Progress is the world in action. Swiftly does it change. In but a few years, this world of ours is completely rerobed. Inventions and discoveries make it a new world. Progress is pictured as a wheel going at a terrific pace. On each side of the wheel are wings. We may picture our lives as symbols. Our lives are flying away swiftly and quietly just as the wings of time that cannot be stopped. Our wings are our guardian angels guiding us through our lives. These Have I Seen Fern Stuckb Once while pondering over scriptures, There came to me a vision, ’Twas a vision not of heaven, But the punishment in store For us sinful weakened mortals Who live but for the moment, Oft forgetting what the future, Unsure and so foreboding, Shall have for us in store. In the scene unfolded to me Were wings in great p ofusion: The wings of time and wings of faith; Wings of black despair and death, Cold and glaring; austere wings On swift and shadowy feet, Enfolding quite and crushing me. Flight Dorothy Kei.vie Just one more awful and nerve--shaking night. Just one more glorious and shimmering moon. Will yet be seen before they end the flight. Across the mountains and the blue lagoon. The Comforting Dove Adelaide Fjsch The snowy dove with outstretched wings Which glides so swiftly through the air Just seems to be an evening prayer With all the comfort that it brings To sorrowed hearts, and troubled things That wait in patience here and there To seek their joy through birds of air, Until at last with heart that sings They thank this pure and holy bird For helping them with all the love Sent down to them by God’s own word To soothe their sorrows through the dove. An Adventure of Iris Isabella La Fontaine Just Wishing Helen Kkaeble Oh where ha you been, Iris, my daughter? An where ha you been, my fair young maid?” I ha been down to earth, mother, make my bed soon, For I’m weary with helping, and surely will swoon. An who did you meet there. Iris, my daughter? An who did you meet there, my fair young maid?” Oh, I met a poor lad, mother, please make my bed. For I’m weary, because of all whom I led.” An where did you soil your wings, poor Iris, my daughter? An where did you soil your wings, my dear maid?” Oh, as I spread out my wings to shelter, The wind blew, and, heedless and swiftly, I sped.” Whether they are wings of night, Or wings of speed or war or flight. They always have such graceful airs Like those who trip Saint Margaret's stairs. Now there's that rascally winged boy Who treats a heart like a broken toy. And wings of carefree birds that fly To find adventures in the sky. What fun ’twouid be if we had wings Instead of feet, the clumsy things. The Winged Horse Mona Feia Oh, isn't he splendid! breathed the boy; I daren't look at him, Bellcrophon.” But Bcllcrophon, scarcely hearing the words, moved toward the winged wonder and with a quick movement leaped astride the horse. Startled as he felt a mortal weight, Pegasus trembled and uttered a brisk melodious neigh. Then he shot far upward until Bellero-phon was plunged into the misty bosom of a cloud. Skimming forward, sidewise, and downward, Pegasus flew. As Bellcrophon slipped the jewel-studded bridle over him, Pegasus became as manageable as a docile child. Driving the winged creature upward, Bellcrophon sought the unattainable. His conquest was short-lived, for the horse, aroused by the almighty Jupiter, deposed its rider and ended his career. Oh, isn’t she grand!” breathed the excited freshie, who had just viewed a senior giving a correct t'ecitation, and promptly she sought to reach the unattainable. But the sophomore continued her progress slowly and gradually, leaving behind her wherever she touched a fountain of goodness just as Pegasus had done. Winged Aurora Lorraine Knahble The Celebrity Ff.rn Stuckb While night advances with its rapid pace, The goddess of the dawn waits in the skies Her time to ope all mortals’ dreamy eyes And spread the glowing dawn on every face. Each morning dressed in many colored lace Showing a beauty that would take a prize. The veil of night at heaven's gate she spies. And heralds coming light with all its grace. Aurora! One by one the girls are going, One by one they file along, Some are running, some are walking. Others moving not at all. One by one, they’re waiting for thee, Hanging on some locker door. Waiting for just one glimpse in thee. Oh, mirror on the locker door. The Moments Pass Clarice Sherwood The bright-hued filmy Wing of Time Possess .s beauty most sublime; The Wings of Day, agleam with light. The polished, ebon Wings of Night; But, though their beauty oft may call With Siren voice to Idler’s Hall, Beware! For as the pendulum swings Life’s fleeing on those gorgeous Wings! Pegasus Ramona Ittnrr A flash of white against the azure sky. As Pegasus the milk-white steed flew by; Wide wings outspread and bridled in bright gold, To aid Bellerophon in exploits bold. He flew o’er Helicon, the Muse’s Mount, And as he flew that way, a sacred fount Was opened there. A blow from his great hoof Had caused the flow of inspiration’s proof; A place with stars was given for his meed, And now by all he’s called the poet’s steed. On winged paths he drives the rhythmic thought His white ideals by everyone arc sought. A Man’s Castle Helen Keyes Endymion, a handsome youth, dwelt in a tranquil verdant valley. There it was always summer, flowers bloomed into orchidaceous loveliness, and each gorgeously plumed bird trilled his especial theme song. It was an ideal spot for an idler, sensitive to surroundings and moods and fond of weaving dreams. Such a one was Endymion. Though he was alone he was contented and perfectly happy, that is, until a woman came along to spoil the sweet harmony of his existence. She was Diana who once on her nocturnal sojourn across the sky espied Endymion and fell in love. Forsaking her winged chariot she flew down and kissed him every night. While Endymion waked enough to gaze into her eyes, he was never able to make any response. Fearful lest age should lessen his beauty, she pleaded with Jupiter to grant an endless sleep to Endymion. She carried him off to a cave on Mount Latmos where he dreamed constantly of Diana of the fairy-like wings and graceful poise, and in this way appeased her vanity. You World! Helen Keyes The wit of the world amuses us. The beauty of the world thrills us. The spirit of the world hurries us. The warring of the world terrorizes us, The kindness in the world warms us, The coarseness of the world offends us, The world wearies of us, and yet she Claims us, possessive as Niobe was. And so, we say, World, you stepmother!” Design For Flying Mary Bernard The time flies by on wings of speed, Through days, through weeks, and long hard years. Our hope in God—ah, what a grace! To calm our lasting hopes and fears. May time not fly too fast nor slow— For work on earth must all be done, So when we reach the heavenly gate, We’ll all be there—yes, everyone. Mary Orth. Treasurer Betty Giri.ing. President Sophomores Flying Carpcters’ History Betty Toli n It is two years since the Flying Carpeters as naive, eager-eyed freshmen entered St. Margaret's. Their opening Mass early in September was their first participation in activities in conjunction with the rest of their classmates. Each of them quickly showed her natural adaptability and was soon absorbed into school life. During all of their freshman year they showed remarkable scholastic ability. Having become thoroughly acclimated they proceeded to make their mark as a successful class. Early in the fall, they held freshman initiation and at Christmas time they presented a religious Nativity play. Their dramatic talent showed to great advantage as it did later in the year when the English classes presented two hilarious one-art plays at an all-school assembly. This was in conjunction with the paper sale conducted for the benefit of the DAYESYE. In their various classes, extensive projects were carried out. Detailed studies of SILAS MARNER and JULIUS CAESAR were made. Those sophomores belonging to the biology classes enjoyed a field trip to the University, and moving pictures portraying the life of creatures living far below the sea were shown in the laboratory. There is no sophomore who has not done her share unselfishly for every school project. Through their art classes, they have contributed generously to the DAYESYE. Others gifted along other lines have done excellent work for their literary section, THE FLYING CARPET. As they continue their journey upon the Magic Carpet of their school career, we wish them the best there is in life, and HAPPY LANDINGS! Mahgaretta Beers Jeanne Tolbn Lorraine Ranck Betty Currier Maxine Sarazin Harriet McKinnon Ei.aine La Palme Charlotte Page Ruth Finnegan Imelda Ennen Elizabeth Noonan Bertha Fox Irene Gasparo Bernaoine Lohmak Marie Carmody Mary Douskttk I Priscilla Olson Marjory Hhltmes Kathleen Moeller Florence Salzl Margaret Killoran Rosemary Johnson Marie Zuccaro Irene Schultz Leora Torberg Marguerite Morrison Sophomores Literary Skyways Betty Tolen Have you ever glimpsed the magic wings embossed upon the ewer of your books? Have you ever thrilled with delight as they transported you into the realms of make-believe? I see them now, fluttering impatiently, waiting for me to open the pages and follow them; but my eyes must be sympathetic, my imagination aflame or their magic cannot transport me, nor their loveliness. And through what glorious skyways I've followed them. I’ve traveled A ROYAL ROAD TO ROMANCE and stood before the Taj Mahal that glimmers stark and white and lovely in the moonlight. With head bowed I’ve knelt at Skyros at the grave of Rupert Brooke, and wept. I saw the peaceful death of Disraeli, who looked last upon the exquisite violets of Queen Victoria. At the court of Napoleon III my feet were as light as those of the Empress Eugenic and her PETTICOAT COURT. Puck shared with me all joyous midnight revels. From the FLYING CARPET my eyes searched into the vague depths of Sherwood Forest and discovered there gallant Robin Hood and dainty Maid Marian. Lingeringly I left the country of the flow- Mary O'Shaughnessy ing Avon and the company afforded by the COINER OF ANGEI.S. RIDERS TO THE SEA mitated me into Aranmore, that island of sweeping fogs and wet rocks . . . of men who live forgotten in these worlds of Glynetta Beers mist. I could go on and on with my fairy wings, or rather I will go on with them, no matter where they lead or how how far they may go- Flora May Roth Grace Tully Isabel Pouliot Margaret Loth Jeanne McGlynn Rose Groines Marion Martin Frances Heinz Dorothy Miller Florence Picott Grace Connely Josephine Korbischka Florence Ruff Marie Tucker Rosemary Seigl Betty Winter Hilda Moses Claire Dorr Dorothy Petbrs Mary Jane Britt Genevieve Lynch Marie Donei.ly Marcella Walters The Magic Carpet is about to soar Around the world of story lore. Let us visit these foreign lands Of cool climates and scorching sands. We’ll make a trip to beautiful Ireland, To sunny Spain and jolly England. By our modern carpet, the aeroplane, We’ll fly o’er Germany and the Spanish Main. We’ll visit Italy and view its cities; We’ll nod at France and revel in its ditties; And then to the Sahara to see a shirk; And back to Switzerland to climb the Alp’s peak. The Flying Carpet .Frances Heinz The ruddy Alhambra gleamed in the sun with its many sparkling towers, graceful colonnades and portals reflected in the rippling ponds. Gardens, gay in their many colors, fragranced the air. One would think no one had any cares or troubles in this Earthly Paradise,” but within a lonely garden a pallid princess tossed restlessly on her bed. Her father looked on in despair as he perceived his daughter near to death. Quietly, soothingly, as if sent by the gods, a blend of soft harmony greeted their ears. The king and princess were enchanted by its sound. The strains of music gradually swelled. The king approached the window and saw a young troubadour moving his hands skillfully on a lute. The princess smiled and seemed to perceive herself well, sitting amongst the fragrant gardens of the Alhambra. She had not merely to think herself well, for in a few days she was entirely cured. To reward this young troubadour, the king presented him with a sandal-wood box. On opening it, lo, a lovely carpet spread before his feet. The Magic Carpet, the Carpet of Solomon!” he exclaimed. He bade the princess sit on it, and he then knelt at her feet. Away it rose, a flying carpet, carrying them far away, thru many lands to Prince Al Kemal’s home. After we’ve seen all these, and more, We’ll fly to our own beloved shore Of America, the Land of the Free, And here we’II dwell, content to be. Lyla Kelly In The Frozen North Florence Ruff The world had been transformed! Eveoywhere one looted he beheld crystal caverns, sparkling jewels weighing down each crevice or resting place, and rolling billows of pure down. People were hastening briskly through the ribbon path which men were making all over the city. Never had they seen anything so majestic, so overwhelmingly gorgeous, so limitless in beauty as that which surrounded them. One peered through a tunnel of dazzling diamonds dripping from long, fragile white fingers; one saw a multitude of pearls drop listlessly from a tree-top to the expanse of down; one beauty-loving individual refused to wilk through the treasures and thereby disturb their chosen haunts. Every cottage was a castle laden with gems; every inhabitant was a King Midas. The children all over the country chuckled gleefully at the sight of the jewels and manufactured queer images with them. Everyone was happy. A hush of peace had descended upon the land at the appearance of this phenomenon. And no one knew, but you and I know what had caused the transformation. It was snow. The Parrot and the Owl (After reading Irving's The Pilgrim of Lore) Elaine La Palmf. Ahmed Al Kemal to his castle took His friend, the owl, who had a beak like a hook, And the colored parrot whose chief delight Was admiring his long, long tail of white. Ahmed Al Kemal with a wave of his hand Joyfully said: What, in my land. Would you like the best, my gay-colored bird? The parrot with joy this statement heard. Give me an easy position, he said, So I may spend my mornings in bed. So, true to his wish, the parrot with glee, Heard, Let him be Master of Ceremony.” The owl because of his attitude sinister Was made the exalted royal Prime Minister. And because of his grave and serious mien A better leader was never seen. i When accused of sleeping throughout the day And being awake at night, The greyish-owl very haughty became And drew up to his full height. Solemnly blinking and with manner sedate He answered. Prime Ministers always are late. And you will learn in, well, one century, That a land always prospers with a leader like me. The parrot loved nothing more than to shout, Here comes the Prime Minister. You better look out.” And the owl would ask, Where is your dignity?” Mimicing, the parrot would sigh, Dignity! ah, me!” There in the castle on the hill, The birds are ruling the country still. And really, from all that I have heard, Each may be called a wise old bird.” Angkor Imblda Ennen In the small town of Angkor, China, is a large jungle. From a distance it is the same as any other jungle but if you walk through it, on reaching the middle, a vision of heaven rises before your very eyes. A city, made of ivory and exquisitely built, stands before you. It is the most beautiful wonder of the world. No one knows how it came to be there, but some say a tribe of people called Klymers, from the fourth to the twelfth century, inhabited it. A famous legend is that the gods came down and built this city of extraordinary beauty. It surpasses Rome, Greece, or Egypt in dimension, artistry, purity, magnificence, and, most of all, preservation. The people that built it were surely skilled in the decorative arts. Beautiful pictures carved on the great stone walls which surround the city depict these mythical Klymers. Perhaps their name, significant of the heights, designates their present habitation, a heavenly city. The West Indies Florence Ruff One has not lived who hasn't seen the sunset in the West Indies. There is a blaze of yellow and orange reflected on the clouds touching the water line just before the flaming disc disappears from sight. Now and then, delicate tints defying human name, stand out gorgeously beautiful from the transparent blue of the tropic sky under which the living expanse of water slowly dulls to shadowy greens and inky blues. My Guardian Angel Mary Orth O Guardian Angel by my side. Ever watch o’er me and abide. When I work and when I play Be thou with me through the day. And when my tasks are hard Please be with me there to guard. And at my smallest sigh Give me comfort from on high. Then when judgment day is near, Let there be no need for fear. The Falcon Marie Zuccarro Flutter, flap, and out of sight. The power of wings equals that of light. Strong wings, like the eagle's that carry him far; Black wings of the raven that dust cannot mar; And those of the dove so dainty and white Are pretty to look at. and swift while in flight. But the wings that inspire me with thoughts far away, Are those of the falcon, crouched for its prey. The Angel of Death Mary Dousette The old man's head lay back on his chair. While he peacefully dreamt that angels were there. And plainly he saw, as in a story, The Angel of Death and the Angel of Glory. When the latter stepped forth and over him bent. He recalled the days of glory he’d spent. But the Angel of Death was hovering near And the poor old man was filled with fear. Then the Angel of Glory faded away, But the Angel of Death seemed wont to stay. The grey old man awoke with a start, Thankful that Death’s Angel had not played his part. Winged Servitors Charlotte Page A servitor fair in radiant array Stands on guard with a golden tray On which all prayers without alloy. Are given the Master to enjoy. The sentry there with magic powers, Transforms all prayers to lovely flowers, And this bouquet of choicest blooms Finds its way to heavenly rooms. The great King there in all His splendor Showers blessings upon each sender. In Ancient Rome Grace Tuli.y So breathlessly beautiful in the shimmering moonlight that it looks like a bit of heavenly structure come to earth to guard this bleak stretch of land; so majestic, one would hardly dream the bloody scenes witnessed here by a murderous mob crying for the life of the Christians—this is the Colosseum at midnight. Books to Read Recommended hy the Sophomores WINGED SANDALS —Lucian Price WINGS AGAINST THE MOON —I.err Sjrrett WING OF FAME —L. W. Hackney THE EAGLE'S HEART —Hamlin Garland SKYWARD —Byrd THE FLYING CARPET —Richard Hahburton Angel With Lute Mary O’Smaughnessy I heard sweet strains as from a lute. Mellow, soft, and clear. The music was like a heavenly strain. As from an angel near, And then I looked around and saw A holy one playing there. Her hands upon the lute were straying. As joyful notes were sweetly saying: I am the Angel of Music; 1 bring the songs you hear. When voices in the choir arc singing, I am near them, dear.” Azrael Flora Mae Roth Azrael in all his glory Is naught but a growing worry. His outstretched wings and waiting palms Bring life’s end with richest balms. All who aspired renowned to be, Are his throughout eternity. He takes his toll, one by one. Of those whose work on earth is done. But thou, O happy loving soul. Heaven alone shall be thy goal. The Car That Went Abroad (Albert Bigelow Paine) Dorothy Miller The Normandy road to Cherbourg is as wonderful as any in France. All the way it is lined with trees and it goes straight on, mile after mile, up hill and down—long. long hills that on approach look as if they reached to the sky, but that flatten out when you get to them and offer a grade so gradual and a surface so smooth that you need never shift your speed levers. On Music’s Wing Rosemary Johnson The girl in the comfortable chair listening to the symphony orchestra was transported on music's wing. The dancing melodies lured her to fantastic thoughts. All was gold and green around her as she swirled and swayed to the wind harp on top of the hill. The butterflies’ wings made music in the air and she could feel the melodious breezes swish their song thru the trees. She twirled on one toe for a minute, then stopped abruptly. The clouds were singing and dancing in the sky. In one great slide they came to get her, and she danced thru their mistiness into the blue. She was swaying and whirling and going higher and higher. Oh, the exultation of it! The harmonies modulated; a faint violin string wailed out its mellow music. Slowly she drifted down to the trees and the hill. The gay and entrancing music had ceased. Suddenly a glooming cloud pierced the joy. The trees began to beat fiercely. Alone on the hill she became frightened. She arose and dashed homeward. Something was chasing her. Swishing cadences thundered at her heels, zoomed and pounded. She ran faster and faster—nearer to home she came and nearer came the angry boom-ings and footings. She reached out, touched the doorknob, and in one leap was inside. Bang! The entire symphony played the last chord. The Beethoven Scherzo was finished. Spain Florence Rule Dark swarthy men with scarlet sashes. Boleros and dashing mustaches; Women in bright, gay festive dresses. With crimson roses in black, glossy tresses, Accompany the children along the way To the rambling castle as well as they may. Young cavaliers with guitars, so dashing, Dance with senoritas with smiles, so flashing, Till the sun is set in the wandering plains And all leave for home through the drowsy lanes. Books Marion Martin Books are a comfort to everyone. They serve as companions when we’re alone. They’re as refreshing as music’s sweet tone. And a grand pastime when our tasks are done. Egypt Hilda Moses Lofty palm trees provide for shade Where the sand is gold and skies are blue; Dark skinned boys along the Nile wade Selling fruits to me and you. Stone man’s face lives on forever. Pyramids and sphinx stand stern and commanding. Silver Nile flows with a soft quiver. Centuries-old Egypt is still standing. f Rhine Mementoes Florence Salzi. The Rhine rolls serenely on its way Over tumbling cataracts which mountains enfold, Gliding through opulent, grassy plains Past romantic castles with secrets untold. The dusky background of rugged forests Like clinging fingers of saltant vines So full of haunting legends, old, yet new, Inspire grand opera with soul-stirring line . Land of The Mystic Marjorie Hkltemks Persia, land of undying mystery Engulfing her secrets In clouds of dust of fabulous ancestors. Is a land of enchantments, A land of the forbidden. There, for centuries, in mad antipathy The heart beat of fanatics Has imbedded an everlasting mysticism In the somber eyes Of the passive millions. A Magic Jaunt Betty Giri.inc One fragrant May morning I hauled my magic carpet out to the front yard and hopped on with a rocking chair, trap door, rope ladder, and two spy glasses. Everything settled, I pulled fringe number four and turned on my floating power. In the distance loomed Venice, the most picturesque of European splendors, a land of golden sunsets beaming on opalescent waters, of gondolas and roses, romantic singers, and dark-eyed maidens. A slight twitch on fringe number seventy brought me shooting over snowy pinnacles of frost and fame, leaping cataracts, burning deserts, and plunging rivers. Soon I reached Delphi, the Eye of the East, with its torpid pools, sullen-eyed blacks, slinking lions, and intense heat, the mystic land of the Buddha. After a brief dip over clattering Hong Kong and languid Hawaii, I winged across the Pacific and home to freedom, peace, beauty, and love. Japanese Mosaics Mary Busch Gay Nippon with bright kimona. Fan and parasol in hand. Strolling through Tokio's lanterned paths. Gathers wistaria near arched bridge's stand. lake waving seas in summer's breeze The iris sways with measured beat Amid the odors of twisted pines, Cherry blossoms, and lotus sweet. Sphinx Secrets Bernaoine Lommar Mutely gazing on the vast sea of sand The sphinx crouches in silent command. Its massive eyes are fixed and bold Dreamily gazing o’er sheets of gold. It has stood through countless dynasties And remained supreme through centuries— A symbol of eternity. Its face is dusky and expressionless. Yet solemn and grand in its loneliness. Veiled in a mystery of countless years Thou remainest adamant above all fears. O mighty and sleepless sphinx. Thou art a symbol of eternity. Fujiyama Bbrnadine LoHMAR At dawn a veil of pinkish hue Slowly turning to heavenly blue Unfolds and drapes around Fuji Like a beautiful scarf, dainty, flimsy. At noon her mystic shroud is shed, And a violet mist appears instead. On top the snow gleams, pure and white. Create a vision dazzling, bright. Sunset robes this mountain queen In red or gold or purple sheen; The Japanese see her then revealed Their sacred mount indeed ethereal. And Fujiyama bids you, Sayonara. pTfi« R«-d PhAlQH - W.!� « Calcutta Betty Girung An onerous silence prevails As a hushed sunrise tops a hill. Calcutta with all its beauty, Sleeps gently, peacefully, until A cannon booms in the distance Proclaiming the advent of day. Fleeting hours of torrid sunlight End; and Sol sinks, a golden ray. Night ushers in gay carousals, As soldiers, natives, a motley crowd. Untouchables, swank Britishers. And criminals rub shoulders—loud. Turbulent, carefree Calcutta. The Reticent Moon Jeanne Toi.en How can the moon remain so aloof And watch the earth in silent reproof As it sees the glories of night unfold And the world wrapt in beauty untold? Flatting lazily o'er clear, blue seas. Her reflection stirred by every breeze And changed to fantastic, dancing shapes. How can the moon remain so aloof? Among The Forgotten Marjorie Hki.temes A tension of war hangs over the little fishing hamlet in northern Russia. The windows of houses and shops and churches are boarded up. Occasionally, the quiet of the bleak dawn is shattered as peasants draw carts, loaded with all their worldly possessions over the narrow, cobbled streets. In the distance an incessant low rumble drives frenzied peasants to seek refuge in foreign lands. Peasants have gathered at the shores watching with shaded eyes, gaunt, gray whalers anchored in the harbor. The stricken are waiting for the darkness—the darkness that is their only sanctuary in these days of horror. In the public square, under the flare of torches and the flashing of bayonets, swarthy hordes of men have gathered; on the moonlit strand forlorn whalers are at last leaving the harbor with their cargoes of fugitives, never to return again. My Little Egypt Mary Busch A tiny doll with jet black hair And deep blue eyes to match the skies. Fans with ostrich plumes, face so fair— My Little Egypt. Golden earrings with turquoise stones Hash among the acacia trees While all around are clustered palms My Little Egypt. Adair Isabelle Pouliot Humpbacked, scooped, withered, and petit. An old man sics on a silver-lined seat; His tales of adventure are consumed with deligh By people of all ages from morn till night. His stories wind up a glittering stair Of solid, yellow gold. Enriching all our dreams and hopes Till they higher standards hold. If all our dreams come true And we follow the golden stair. We’re sure to gain the topmost round As did the heroes of old Adair. The Land of Enchantment Gi.ynetta Beers The gorgeous herald of day rises over the salt desert, now gold, now amber; then shimmering mists of rose and burnt orange play fantastic patterns upon the sea of salt. Far away, purple hills and ivory mosque domes pierce the sky. The sun-shot bands of color are lifted. Copper sands and blue waters beckon us over the channel, deep, to lovely gardens with arched and coral-tinted bridges, broad stretches of cool green, and playing fountains. The perfume of roses and luscious grapes fills the air. A silver shaft of sunlight seems to glory in the crystal bird-bath We stand enchanted until a huge bronze gate opens and the Rajah leads us into his palace. From Indus to Jungle Bertha Fox India’s dress is flame and bronze; The Indus is her sash; The Himalaya, her plumed turban; Her sandals, the Khyber Pass. Her necklace is carved in ivory; Pearls and rubies deck her hair; Gorgeous orchids her groves entwine, But tigers growl from jungle lair. India Margretta Beers Ruby dawns and rising mist, Velvet seas, coral-kissed, Templed plain and mountain ridge, Pearl mosques, wide Ganges, Silver fountains, orchid vales— Cast magic veil o’er India. A Japanese Garden Jeanne Tolen Silent stars look down on a garden wrapt in glowing summer moonlight, on a pool rippled by caressing breezes, played upon bv dancing moonbeams. In one corner a stately arch, covered with drooping wisteria, subtly frames the regal gorgeousness of the white peacock standing beneath it. Naive, sloe-eyed maidens patter daintily over a quaint bridge and are lost in a cloud of bloom. The stars, deep set in the velvet sky, wonder if in all the world there is another spot so exotically beautiful as a moonlit garden. Russia Betty Girling Overcast skies and rain, Endless miles of wheat fields. Gnawing hunger. The ceaseless tread of soldiers. Universal depression and pain— A curse like unto that of Cain. There is no God, they cry. Man is imperial.” Burnt homes. Exile in Siberia; Mothers for their children sigh: People born to slave and die— Russia. Pioneer Days Kathleen Moeller Let us live again the days when trigger fingers were quaint and hearts were big. Here stage coaches lurch and rumble down the old worn-out trails. The uncivilized Indians with their tribal finery roam the plains and add color to the picturesque surroundings. The women and children ride in heavily loaded wagons pulled by oxen At night the wagons are arranged in circles, and blazing fires arc built. Then al! gather about the campfire and sing songs of brightest cheer. The heroic pioneers face death many times during the long journey and suffer untold hardship, building their pioneer homes. To them we owe unending gratitude. Diana Jmeloa Ennen A cold, white moon shone through the trees Casting a shadow o’er all the leaves. The whole, wide nation, asleep in their beds, Could not hear what the silent moon said. But I alone in the moonlight's white aisle. Saw the message, saw the joy in the chaste moon’s smile. For was not spring very near at hand? And would not warmth be spread o’er the land? And then indeed would that cold, white moon Be changed to a golden harvest soon. Enchantment Josephine Korrichka I saw as in a dream sublime A vision of the morn Pouring a glory of exquisite loveliness From its ocean of beauty divine. 'Tween golden sands and jessamine Swiftly glides the amber current; Rounded pebbles, pure and clear Bank beauteous shores with crystalline. I heard the laughter of the mountains, I hr lyre of the wind-swept trees, The murmer of meadow and waving wheat And the tinkling of falling fountains. Nctherland Pastels Will-O-The-Wisp Behnadinb Lohmar Margretta Beers Green fields veined with silvery canals. Newly scoured boats glistening on the water, High protective dykes hovering o’er her. Blue sky flecked with fleecy white, Friendly arms of windmills beckoning us, Red tulips clustering 'round white cottages, Bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked peasant girls. Neat pointed caps and quaint wooden shoes— This is beauteous Holland. A will-o-thc-wisp, alluring, Took me by the hand, And smilingly she led me Through many a beautiful land. First we strayed to Egypt And lingered by the Nile, Then across the sea to fair Japan, A cherry-blossomed isle. Quaint Holland lay before us With tulip beds so gay, But far away from India Where the flying fishes play.” Again across the sea she flies While dim become these foreign skies; Ah, home is dear to longing eyes. Airdrome for Faeries and Birds The Freshmen Freshmen Margaret Charnock. President Donna Knapp, V iee-Presidenl Butterfly Cargoes Marion Vallila On a bright September day when the leave were falling on the soft green turf, we heard a gentle fluttering of wing and as we looked up into the infinite blue, we discovered a myriad of giant butterflies descending upon us. It was not this which arrested our attention, however, but the cargoes which they carried. Bright happy girls alighted from them, hair blowing in the soft breeze, eyes sparkling with apprehension. They waved a farewell to their winged transports, then danced in and up the broad hallway of DAYESYE Land. FEBRUARY FRESHMEN Top Row: Nadean Libby, Marguerite Shea. Dorothy Blair. Middle: Betty Jane Desmond, Betty Jones, Catherine Millet. Seated: Delores Schultz, Ann Altoflf. Left to Right Catherine Lyons Rita McMorrow Fern Maas Marjory Britt Rosalie Dupont Phyllis Bauman Catherine Snell Katherine Knight Agnes lone Hunt Marguerite Berg Uft to Right Catherine O’l-eary Lorraine Milan Margaret Theisen June Butler Mary Elizabeth Cullinan Delores Huss Mary Catherine Beck Bernadette Rogers Margaret Darling Betty Wagner Freshmen Dayesye Land The Freshmen entered DAYESYE Land where all was hushed and serene and their steps became soft and faery-like as they approached the room of rooms, the office. Sister Henrica gave them an assuring smile that filled them with courage. They felt able to fight down the bad faery of laziness and climb the steep hill of success. On their way they went, each enrolled as a bright Marguerite in DAYESYE Land. When the trees were all bare and a sparkling blanket turned the earth into a great ice palace, the snow-faeries came and brought new Marguerites. The freshmen love their garden. We hope that they will always remember the happy hours when they were but shy buds entering DAYESYE Land. FEBRUARY FRESHMEN Top Row: Mary Jane Donovan, Bernita Caron, Irene Schurber. Middle: Ethel Bedard, Beverly Naramore, Marie Kahler, Alice Trautmiller. Seated: Mary Alice Javis, Cleo Smith, Jane Murphy. Mart Markkll. Secretary Madeline Murphy Treasurer Left to Right Jeanne Clark Helen Rocheford Beverley Passek Margaret MacDonald Eleanor Van Kempen Evelyn Clapperton Audrey Lemieux Katherine Parker Mary Dwyer June Stenglcin Left to Right Miriam Quinn Dorothy Gleason Elaine Herrigcs Eleanor Ortman Anna Mary McDonough Rosella Sullivan Mary Jane McDonald Helen Barthclmr Elizabeth Heath Dorothy Roers Frances Beck The Robin And The Wren Mariiikth Hai.i.oran A happy, carefree robin Was singing merrily To his loved one perched above him In rhe crooked cherry tree. The blossoms hid her luckily, For she was blushing crimson. Because he sang so gallantly. She hardly dared to listen. Wilt thou be mine, sweet Jenny?” Crooned Cock Robin in her ear. Oh yea, she answered shyly, When the blossoms bloom next year. The Ugly Dwarf Margaret Thriskn Star Dust Marguerite Burke To the flowered woods beyond the hill, Were invited everyone in Fairyvillc. The fairy maidens were giving a ball For everyone but ugly Jastall. Jasiall, the dwarf, tore his hair; He cursed himself in his despair; He stamped the earth and shook his fist And gave his ears an awful twist. There appeared in the sky a lightning flash; Down fell the dwarf with a resounding crash; To the land of the bad, whisked the dwarf’s small frame Never on this earth to appear again. When I get into bed at night, I watch the stars’ dim rays; As they emit their silvery light, I gaze and gaze and gaze. They seem to wink and blink As through the blue they peep And say, We think that you should bt Asleep, asleep, asleep.” They arc heaven’s lanterns gay--------- I think they're hung by God And as I watch their dim, dim ray I nod and nod and nod. Stars that have been long laid by Shower down on me, star dust. I do not want to close my eyes But I must, I must, I must. Salmon Aeronautics Freshmen Sea Rovers A burning sun gleamed over the snow-capped peaks of purple mountains and paved a path of gold on the dark blue waters where our boat stood at anchor. The sparkling waters mirrored a sky of pink and blue. Red oaks and battered cliffs danced in the water near the shore line. Suddenly there was a foaming and splashing of the waves. The water parted, and a flicker of silver darted into the air. There a salmon leaped high above the waves, seemed to poise for a moment, and delved into the rushing waters. A second salmon made the leap, and scores of others followed revealing a flash of silver and steel-blue. This school of flying fish was a real picture. It was evident that the fish were terror stricken. Soon a monstrous bulk pushed itself to the surface of the water and was lost again in the white caps. The mystery was solved. This monster was the enemy which had put the sea beauties to such heroic flight. Winter Artistry Dorothy Roers Glistening magic, an exquisite sight. Wee little snow fairies spreading their light Flickering flakes that dazzle the eye. Whirling, swirling down from the sky. Little white fairies twirl and dance--- Watching them leaves me all entranced. Faster and faster they dance and twirl. Beautiful, clustering mother-of-pearl. Dainty fairies, ail lying serene, A blanket covering summer's green, Encasing the world in pearly white, Glistening magic—an exquisite sight. The Dance of the Moonbeams Fern Maas A silvery moon shone bright in the sky As I paused in a rose garden fair, Ar.d I looked at the rippling waters nigh As a sweet fragrance filled the air. Gazing on this mystical spot, it seemed The place was filled with glistening light As about me flitted misty moonbeams, Little fairies of the night. They danced and swayed to a fairy-like tune Played on an unseen harp with magical skill; And I gazed with awe as this moon-dream soon Vanished and left the night so still. Sometime again by the light of the moon I shall linger in this romantic spot To see if the fairies will dance to the tunc Of an unseen harp or not. Elfin Gold Margery Britt Star gleams falling from out the sky Brought me to wonder the reason why A fairy can never more be seen, The kind with silver on her wing. Star gleams made me sleep and dream Of a fairy I ne’er before had seen. This fairy gave me a gift of gold Such a beauteous gift and oh, so old. With this elfin gold I quickly bought Sweet dreams and a lovely thought. My dreams brought nights of pure delight; The thoughts made life seem ever so bright. Aquatic Jewels Freshman Mariners In the depths of Neptune’s realm glitter sea gems whose brilliance vies with the brightest of birds and flowers. Whether the waters ripple calmly or dash wildly, these aquatic jewels are always there decorating the somber sea world. The butterfly fish is a rich orange with black back and red-tipped fins. In other waters flicker the blue fish with its gleaming silver; the red fish is gray with a coppery irridesccncc.” Alaska green fish abound near the Aleutian Islands; the West Indies’ waters boast of the blue angel and the red parrot fish, both brilliant in color. The jolt-head porgy off the Florida coast is a brass color with blue markings; other species are dull silver with iris-tinted fins. The red snapper, the bluish silver calico bass, and the rainbow trout with glints of gold and red arc other jewels of the sea. The Silver Wand Helen White Whirling gusts of starry flakes, Sugar-coated wires. Houses change to frosted cake Freezing on the spires. Fairies frolic through the snow, Silent out of sight. Wave their silver wands and lo! All the town is white. An Old-Fashioned Garden Marguerite Burke I love old-fashioned garden-plots; They are beautiful things to see With their lilies and forget-me-nots And sunflowers nodding their heads at me. In the spring there are always tulips bright; Purple asters come in the fall; And there is another lovely sight Where hollyhocks stately and tall. Stand in masterful guard over all. Wings In the Air Evelyn Clapperton Sea Gulls Dorothy Rokrs Wings «?f the monarch of the sky, The splendid wings of eagles, Soar o’er the distant cliffs, High over the rest of the world. Streaks of gray, skimming the tide, The graceful wings of water birds. Never swerving from side to side, Keep flying, flying, flying on. Hovering over flowers of spring, Swayed by the slightest breeze. Velvet-winged butterflies fling Gorgeous colors against the green. Transparent wings of opal hue Hide from sight among the flowers. Humming birds sip the morning dew 'Mid blossoms, coral, gold, and blue. A tiny caroler of May sings lustily To his mate in their cozy love nest; And, hearing her answer, flies so busily To find a fat worm for his loved one. Gray and white seagulls flying high, Silvered against the sky, You are so swift, so sure of your power. Nothing can frighten or make you cower, For above a bustling world You fly with a quiet peace. A Fairy Vale Mary Janf McDonald I hear the silver pipes of Pan Within the secret dells, And laughter sweet of fairy folk Resounds like tinkling bells. The pale moonlight its shadow casts To make the night complete, And I retrace my weary way From the place where fairies meet. Wings of Imagination Marguerite Burke Eire Miriam Quinn I flew on the wings of imagination Over the whole, great, wide creation. I saw high mountains and deep blue seas, And I skimmed the tops of the tallest trees; I sailed through clouds of fleecy white. And into the sun in my headlong flight. I woke and found ’twas but a dream, But, oh, how very real did it seem. Silvery in the moonlight By the lake’s soft sheen, Little Irish fairies Are dancing on the green. Pipers are lilting Reels and jigs galore; Fairy folk trip gaily, Dance, and then encore. There was a funny little town not far from the woods. It had a crooked street on which lived a crooked little man who fixed the shoes of the wood nymphs. The day before Christmas the crooked little man had a huge pile of the nymphs’ golden and silver shoes to be mended. That night the fairies were giving a splendid ball for the wood-nymphs. Of course, the nymphs were all going. None would miss the grand ball of the year. The little man fell asleep over his work that afternoon. A little fellow with a green vest and trousers and long red cap came to the door and peeped in. When he found that the man was asleep, he beckoned to a few others dressed like himself. Soon came the sound of tiny hammers pounding steadily. When the old man awoke, he jumped up with a start, for he knew he couldn't get all the shoes fixed before night. Then he saw the wonderful sight. All the shoes were standing in rows, glittering and shining in the afterglow of the sunlight. Who could have done all the work? Like a flash he thought of the little brownie whom he had helped out of the mud the day before and he knew that the brownie’s troop had come and done his work. The fairies' ball was a grand success, and the wood-nymphs danced as never before, for they seemed to have magic shoes. The Old Sailor Mademn£ Murphy Down by the river, Isaac, the sailor, sat outside his vine-clad cabin surrounded by wonder-eyed boys. Can you tell us about some ships? asked Billy as he examined a model which Isaac had carved. You bet I can,” replied Isaac puffing on his corn-cob pipe. There was many a glorious ship that sailed long ago. The Santa Maria, in which Columbus discovered America, was a famous ship, but it bobbed like a cork on the water beside such a liner as our great Lcviathjn. Of course you remember reading about the Spanish Armada and the stir it made. Long before its time the Norsemen rode the sea in their Viking ships with dragonhead prows. The Phoenician Galleys carried rich treasures for the merchants, and the Roman friremed manned with three decks of oarsmen made other ships bow to them for a while. The Venetian argosy and the Spanish galleon cruised the seas with carloads of diamonds and cinnamon. Then there is our Old Ironsides, which everyone knows and loves.” Gee, said Billy, I didn't think you knew so much about ships.” Aye, smilingly replied Isaac, we sailors know all about the ocean. Sky Blue Miriam Quinn Where does the violet get its color, A color of such delicate hue That it must have come from the sky above, The color, a celestial blue? Trixie Miriam Quinn I know a tricky little elf In dusky brown and yellow, A-dancing in the pixie ring A jolly wee, wee fellow; He sings and plays the livelong day. And he dances all the night. I've never, never seen A happier, merrier sprite. He’s skipping here and there Fairies In Ireland Marguerite Burke My mother's grand uncle, old Uncle Frank, who has, as he would say Gone to our God in heaven. Rest his soul, used to tell the children all about the fairies in Ireland. Great in numbers were these fairies; some were good and some were bad; and they were of all shapes and forms. In Fairy Glen near Uncle Frank’s home were the Fairy White Cows which gave milk to the babies of the poor tenants when the wicked landlords refused them milk from his great herd. Then there were the good fairies who joined hands and formed a fairy ring like a band of steel around the Evil Giant and would not let him out to go around the country blowing great breaths of wind and destroying homes. Such destruction did the Evil Spirit work on the night of the Big Wind that the fairies watched him and held him ever after. Among the wicked fairies was the Bad Banshee, who came wailing around peoples’ houses frightening the children and the grown-ups, too. There were always banshees in Ireland who gave warning when death was hovering near, but the Bad Banshee was only a pretender and went moaning about when the wind was high just to terrorize people. He often frightened them to death. Other bad fairies there were but none so bad as the Bad Banshee. The Gateway To Fairyland Seed Sails Helen Fitzgerald Margaret Thbisbn A gate all golden with sunshine bright. Whirling through space on the wings of the wind Pink roses clustered nearby, Like boars on an angry sea, Pansies and jonquils in velvet dight Are seeds from the royal larkspur bloom Nod as the breeze floats by. And from the fragrant pea. Beneath a bridge of ivory white Where sapphire brooklets run, Come bright-winged birds to drink and splash Until the day is done. A path, all silver, orchid-lined, Where fairies go hand in hand, Across the path, glittering sunbeams hnd A crystal gate to Fairyland. The Phoenix The Frosh Philosophers Down through the ages has come to u a legend, fanciful yet worthy—the story of the Phoenix Bird, the sacred bird of the sun. Historians tell us that this bird of striking plumage first appeared in Egypt. The duration of its life was supposed to be five hundred years and at the end of that period ic built itself a funeral pyre of dry herbs. These it lighted by creating friction through fanning its wings. From the remaining ashes was born a new Phoenix having the same brilliant red and gold feathers— the same characteristics—the same life. How like the Phoenix are our lives? We are born. We live. We have sorrows and joys. We may be failures or grand successes in our worldly tasks. We live and we die but in dying we live again—a glorious self, like the old but having greater knowledge through having triumphed over the old. To die is but to live again—gloriously. Feathered Friends Bernita Caron Blue wings, red wings. Flying here and there---- High above the tree tops, Sailing through the air. We see our little feathered friends Almost everywhere. The Busy Butterfly Mary Jane Donovan The butterfly with his filmy wings Spotted with colors so gay, Can't do so many different things And yet, he’s busy all the day. He flies from a rose to a daffodil, Drinking from each one, Until, at last, he has had his fill, And then his work is done. Who? Betty Jones Dancing, swaying, skipping all about. Frolicing, playing, hopping in and out. Ne'er a care the sunny day long. So merry are you as you sing your song Who is this tiny creature so merry? Why, it’s a dainty, gay little fairy. Wings of Thought Marie Kahler 1 think as 1 sit in the twilight, As the day has just slipped by, Of the things undone With the setting sun And with a reluctant sigh, I resolve that I will try To think of a new tomorrow And of all the things I shall do And I plan it all in the twilight Of the moon and the evening dew. The Magic Ring Catherine Millkt On lovely summer evenings A group of fairies come to play And do their graceful dances upon our lawn And sing the hours away. But every morning, just at one. The songs and dances stop And the little fairies fly away on tinted wings The color of forget-me-nots. And every morning when I awake I creep out on the grassy ground And sure enough, there's a circle of dew----- Proof that fairies have been around! The ’37 Gauzy wings The Daffodils Ann Lorraine Althofp Tiny flowers on the hills— They’re the little daffodils. Same are growing by the mill, Some are on my window sill. My daffodils! Dawn! Moonbeams are fading! Dew drops are bejeweling every tiny leaf and grass blade. Wee forms are stirring underneath a giant toadstool. A sudden rustling of leaves—a soft swish—and a minute being alights from the bacJc of a firefly. He mounts a dias of pebbles, puts a wee trumpet to his lips and fills the air with notes of golden song. Soon, myriad of fairy faces appear. Their tasks for the day are to be assigned by the gav trumpeter. Some must away to comfort the shy, lonely violet; some must stay with a nest full of wee birdies while Mother and Father Bird go in search of food; some will teach a school of troutlings to swim, just so-—first one finn and then another. Soon each has his task and then—away with gay laughter like the tinkling of tiny bells, away like the dreamy mist of color as the rainbow fades. The dell, with its quiet cool shade, is lonely, for the fairies have gone. Brownies Marguerite Shea Back in the forest, deep, Ten little brownies Were fast asleep. Through the thick foliage The moonbeams strayed. Calling the brownies To tasks delayed Happily skipping here and there The little men hasten To do their share. Wings of Birds Beverly Narramore Strong wings of sea gulls soar on high, Deeply etched against the sky, Fearless and daring they challenge the foam, Sure of themselves wherever they roam. Tiny wings, buzzing in rotary flight. Zooming and whirling too fast for sight, Keeping their owner suspended in air; So flies the humming bird, with never a care. Mother Love Naoean Lirby Dear is the love That someone Has for me, A tender love That never grows tired or weary. Sacred is the love that seems So high That it floats on wings of comfort, joy and peace. Dear to me is the love That is wide An4 soft, yet strong as is the eagle’s wing When his mountain flight he makes. Dear to me is the love That steals through the moonlight; Through the sunlight; Guarding me. Comforting me---- Wings —tender—bright—light wings. Wings of love----Mother’s! The Wood Fairies Betty Desmond As the brook trickled merrily and ran down the hill, The lively woods held a charm and a thrill, The trees bowed gracefully as the breeze moved along, And the cricket sang gayly some time-worn song. A green and white frog, from his perch on a Jog. Croaked forth his message to his mate in the bog. But all this did not keep the fairies from play. Oh. no! In a dew covered valley, not far away. They had their fun as they skipped and they danced. They sang as they played and they joyfully pranced. They began their gay evening at the rise of the moon But break of dawn means departure, every fairy, soon. The Retreat Regina Kelly Mary, Seat of Wisdom, pray for us.” With these loving and significant words, the retreat of ninteen hundred thirty-four began. Calling upon their Mother Mary to help them, her earthly daughters silently vowed everlasting love and obedience to her Son and their God. With inquiring and alert minds the girls received Father's lectures—lectures which made for self-sanctification and a greater enjoyment of life and its gifts. From them were culled many thoughts which will, in leisure hours many years later, afford them deep meditations. Between sermons the devout heads were piously bent over religious pamphlets and books. It surely must have been a consoling comfort for God to smile down on so many young girls with their thoughts centered on the sacred things concerning the Catholic religion, far away from the world’s affairs of social and political strife. For three days the student mind was filled with thoughts of God. Morning Mass and several worth-while lectures which prepared the chosen children of Mary for the distresses and vexations of life in the modern world were the themes for the day. At the close of each day. Benediction was given in the Chapel, the student body singing very reverently O SALUTARIS HOSTIA and TANTUM ERGO. The sanctuary bell chimed musically. The soft sound echoed in the great silent Basilica as, with reverently bowed heads, the student body slowly wended up the stately aisles of God’s House to receive Him Who had commanded of His followers: Do this in commemoration of Me.” This was in the morning of the third day. The retreat was a long-continued success. Lasting impressions were formed in the minds of those hopeful and confident imitators of Mary's priceless virtues—the girls of the Academy. Contrition for past offenses filled their hearts, and resolutions for a more holy life were formed. The fruits of eternal life were plucked from Father Meagher’s well-chosen sermons. The Reverend Thomas Meagher is assistant at the Church of the Ascension. Baccalaureate Mary Ellen Sampson This year as a new feature of Class Day, Mass was celebrated and the Baccalaureate Sermon delivered in the Chapel. The sermon was given by the Reverend Thomas J. Shanahan who chose as his subject THE FLIGHT OF TIME. The following is the essence of his message to the senior class of 1934: 'Wc are in the midst of something real but forever moving, passing—Time. We cannot hold it and cannot bring it back because it so quickly disappears. Shall we therefore disregard it or despise it because it has so short an existence? If not, what can we do with it? And. finally, can we escape it? We cannot despise it because it is God's gift. We must use it in the service of God in whatever circumstances of life He may have placed us. The right use of its changing moments will then ultimately lead us to a joy with God that has no change and cannot be told off in time, the measure of passing things.” Father Shanahan is the Librarian of the St. Paul Seminary and the Chaplain of the Minneapolis Court of the Catholic Daughters of America. The Students Making the Narena to the Little Flower Regina Hfgi O haven sweet, that loving hands Have made so beautiful for Him! Pure souls, when mystic love commands, Keep lamps filled to the brim. The Bridegroom kindly understands That all wicks are atrim. In God's presence here, we kneel, Our souls filled with holy peace. While the Bridegroom doth reveal That His love shall never cease. And that every wound shall heal As our faith and love increase. Come, He welcomes; 'Til refresh you. Weary souls adrift through night; Awaken ye who have been true And come alone to Thabor's height; Behold all that’s prepared, in view To eyes attuned to mystic light. Down through corridors of time May these benisons of God Remain with us in every clime. May His ever chastening rod Keep our souls pure and sublime, As life's earnest paths we trod. The Chapel where His loving wings overshadow us Isle of Beauty CHRISTMAS CHIMES Bashpjeld Glory to God in the highest and peace on earth to men of good will. St. Luke, Chapter 2 Angels Wings THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT Hofmann Behold an angel of the Lord appeared in sleep to Joseph, saying: Arise and take the Child and His mother, and fly into Egypt; and be there until I shall tell thee. St. Matthew, Chapter 2:3 Bless the Lord, all ye His Angels; You who are mighty in strength, and execute His word. Psalm 102 JACOB’S DREAM And he saw in his sleep a ladder standing upon the earth, and the top thereof touching heaven: the angels also of God ascending and descend-ing by it. Genesis, Chapter 28:2 THE ANGEL RAPHAEL AND TOBIAS Cavallino am the Angel Raphael, one of the seven who stand before the Lord. Tobias, Chapter 12 THE ANNUNCIATION Muller The Angel Gabriel said unto her (Mary): Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou amongst women. St. Luke, Chapter 1 Heavenly Visitants THE ANGEL MICHAEL AND SATAN Santi Holy Archangel Michael, defend us in the battle: that we may not perish in the dreadful judgment. Alleluia. Verse for the Feast of St. Michael, September 29 THE ASCENSION Hofmann While they looked on. He was raised up. and a cloud received Him out of their sight. Acts of the Apostles, Chapter 1 GUARDIAN ANGEL Plockhorst God hath given His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. Psalm 90 I will sing praise to Thee in the sight of the angels. I will give glory to Thy Name. Alleluia. Psalm ANGEL WITH TIMBREL Fra Angelico Sing aloud to God, and bring hither the timbrel. Psalm 80 FIRST EASTER DAWN Thomson The Lord is risen from the sepulchre, Who for us hung upon a tree. Gradual for Easter Tuesday THE RESURRECTION Plockhorst The angel said to the women: Fear not you, for I know that you seek Jesus that was crucified. He is not here, for He is risen as he said. St. Matthew, Chapter 28 Training Air Base COMMUNITY CIVICS The community civics class provides a most interesting study of commercial, civic, and social life. Student projects included keeping a scrap book, a tour of the court house, and the witness of an actual trial. Mock trials and debates also contributed to the activities of the class. SOCIAL SCIENCE In social science the class made a detailed study of banking, currency, immigration, and the labor problem. The students made a collection of clippings on the subject of employment, and original skits on naturalization were given by the pupils. Social life and the family were thoroughly discussed and current topics were reported on. A Corner of the Library On Wings of the 'Past The Essay Corner During Book Week MODERN HISTORY The modern history class dealt with the revolutions and the unification of the countries of Europe. Booklets on the French Revolution and Queen Elizabeth's reign were made, and a newspaper was edited portraying the times of the French Revolution. Besides a scheduled amount of outside reading, oral reports of current events were foremost. UNITED The always vitally important United States history class followed out their year’s cycle of study by means of work guides into which they inserted information gathered from outside reading and class work. Weekly oral reports of current events and debates were also a main part of their activities. ANCIENT HISTORY To those interested in the history of ancient times this year’s class was most alluring. Each pupil wrote an interview of a famous person of the period and carved a historical figure in soap. The class issued a newspaper of medieval times with cuttings and write-ups in true medieval fashion. GERMAN Besides completing the required amount in the textbook, Deutsche Stunden, the first year class in German read and enjoyed Marchen und Erzahlungen, a collection of fables and short stories. The second year class explored the realms of German literature, reading the biographies of the great German authors, singing German songs, dramatizing plays, and studying the poetry of the great German masters. Sister Carmela is the teacher of German. Winging Thru Literature A Reading Nook ENGLISH I The February freshmen wrote dramatizations of the myths: Orpheus and Eurydice, Persephone and Pluto, Apollo and Ariadne. In a short story contest in outside reading, the Gold bugs, one team, triumphed over the Freshmen Fullbacks, the opposing team. This class edited one volume of poetic creative work entitled, The Freshman Evergreen. SENIOR ENGLISH The senior English classes have enjoyed their chanting-of-poetry periods. Any selection that lends itself to oral choiring is chanted. Each voice—and theirs is a three-part oral choir—interprets the part best suited for a particular tone—light or high voices, sopranos, for women’s lines; medium, for running narratives; low, for men's voices; single readers chant the individual lines. Cavalier Tunes by Browning and The Three Enemies by Christina Rossetti are remembered as good choiring selections. Our Classic Stair Case in the Main Hall Thru Romantic Languages A Display of Catholic Hooks During Hook Week FRENCH I-II Sister St. Florine’s French I and II classes spent a delightful year in glorious France, the country of sunlit palaces and courteous inhabitants. Besides studying their daily lessons, the class read colorful monthly newspapers from France. Outside work was made interesting by the pleasurable reading of short stories which dealt with French customs, manners, and amusements. LATIN I-II-III-IV The Latin classes have finished a full year of devoting their time to the study of this fundamental language. The Latin I students were engrossed with declining and conjugating trying nouns and verbs. The members of the Latin II class enjoyed greatly the works of Caesar; the students of Latin III and IV scanned the Aeneid, literally and enjoyably. An original play, Dido and Aeneas, each episode of which was written by a different student, was given at an assembly. SPANISH I The romantic language of Cervantes and his castled land, Spain, was again offered as an elective course. Spanish was not taught during the past two years. This year thirteen students enrolled with Sister St. Florinc as teacher. f'hc Private Dining Room in Old Main Hangars OFFICE PRACTICE Our happy personnel of office practice Miff Charlotte Stcphcnf, class has grown and improved rapidly. The Teacher of Sewing work in this department is most interest- ani Gymnasium ing and very beneficial. The splendid teamwork and good fellowship practiced, and the ability to combat competition in the business world are especially helpful. It was a happy thought that introduced office practice into our school last year. TYPING The typing classes have aimed to acquire neatness and proficiency. Aside from the practice of arranging material attractively, short tests have made the words ''errors” and words per minute” important ones. CHEMISTRY With Sister Anita Marie as pilot, the chemistry class traveled far in its air adventure to the ever developing scientific study, chemistry. In dealing with the changes of materials through the altering of their composition many interesting experiments were performed by the students. BOTANY Under Sister Emmanuel’s competent tutelage the botany classes have made remarkable progress in their study of plant life. Each season of the year brings forth something new in the plant world for the perusal of eager botany students. Field trips are taken by the girls on fine days. ART The art classes, now offering a two-years’ course, proved a beneficial asset to the students. The program centered on poster, prospective and post-card designing. Opaque paints, pencil, and water colors were studied. Ink sketching, figure drawing and original designing completed an active year. The classes also devoted much of their time to linoleum block cutting for the Dayesye. The art motif exemplified wings of every form. Sister Cosmos is the art teacher. 1 Fancy Whirrings Today we realize that the homemaker must needs ply the needle, both for decorating purposes and for independence in making wearing apparel. From the frequent exhibits of fancy-work and dresses, we glean the delightful fact that S. M. A. students are artistic designers and needle workers. Miss Stephens plans units of work for each month. In November, bridge-sets were displayed; in December, lamp shades, fancy pillows, and other dainty Christmas gift articles were hung for our admiration. January brought lingerie, scarfs, gloves, dresses, suits. The first and second year classes made their own gym suits and play costumes. The seniors cut, fitted, and sewed their spring uniforms. Both classes made many garments for the poor. Miss Eleanor Reynolds, an alumna, has charge of the charity projects of the Alumnae. She procures the goods from the various charity bureaus in the city, and distributes this material to individuals who volunteer to make the garments needed. Our sewing classes have made more than a hundred small dresses or outfits for the poor. Exhibits of the Sewing Class W inged Words Miss C«elia Lenz, Dramatic Art Teacher CHRISTMAS PROGRAM by Children of Music and Dramatic Art Departments December 18, 1933 Selections ... - Tennie Weenie Orchesrta A Christmas Masque The Annunciation—Hojmann DRAMATIC RECITAL CERTIFICATE COURSE given by Betty Girling, ’36 assisted by Florence Ruff, Pianist Actress of Bygone Days - - - Williams PIANO: Troika .... Tschaikowsky READINGS PIANO: Hungarian - - MacDowell Eliph Hewlitt, Castaway ... Anon. PIANO: Prelude in C sharp minor Rachmaninoff The Fourth Estate - Joe Med ill Patterson Harriet Ford CHARACTERS Ethel........................Marion Jennings Gerda........................Kathleen Nylon Nella...............................Helen Carroll Prissy..............................Donna Kilday Spirit of Christmas Getting - Dolores Scherer Spirit of Christmas Giving - Margaret Wcrges Spirit of Greed - - • Maureen Larson Spirit of Gluttony - - - Patricia Kilday Spirit of Getting - - - Elizabeth Meyer Mother of Selfishness - • Evelyn Jebb The Junior Dramatic Class presenting A Christmas Masque On Wings of Song Marion Parthun, Berenice Walsh. Certificate Certificate Marion Parthun Berenice Walsh in Piano Recital Certificate Course assisted by Betty Girling, Reader May 31, 1934 SONATO OP. 13 Beethoven Berenice Walsh READING SONATA OP. 2 No. 3 Beethoven Marion Parthun READING SEGUIDILLA Albeniz IN A BOAT Zeckwer WALTZ Berenice Walsh READING RONDO CAPRICCIOSO Mendelssohn THE HARMONICA PLAYER Guion SCHERZO B MINOR .... • Chopin Marion Parthun Concerto Program May 13, 1934 Playing Angels—Van Eyck CONCERTO D MINOR-Allegro Marion Parthun CONCERTO D MINOR—Romance Rondo Berenice Walsh AUTUMN BLOOMING - Mary Girling CONCERTO C MAJOR—Allegro Catherine Gomii.ak CONCERTO A MINOR - Laura Brogan THE OUR FATHER M ozart Mozart Fred Jacob Beethoven • Grieg • Anon. Mary Girling CONCERTO D MINOR—First Movement - Mac Dowell Frances Ann Sampson Silvio .Vcionti at second piano A Symphony in the Making Gym Days Monday and Wednesday, Tuesday and Thursday, rise out respectively from the school week as red-letter days for underclassmen. Enticing notices of Tournament Today” or the ratings of teams following the battle royal give indication that gym day is in progress. The flashing of blue suits across the campus and the zest and alertness revealed upon the countenances of the girls vivify the very air. Perhaps the most significant sign and the most agreeably surprising to the teachers is that this spirit of keenness enters the classroom. For the routine of geometry, Latin, and history is forgotten in the blend-of physical fitness with mental development. Gym lets loose its influence throughout the entire school. C apt aim of the Tearns Our Games Under the direction of Miss Stephens, interest is stimulated and the yearly program carried through. She has chosen from the multitude of games and exercises those most effective for physical development and those most suited to popular demand. Winter days are best for indoor drills and deck tennis. Spring brings competition on the baseball field. And the big Olympic of the intramural teams is held at Minnetonka at the frosh-soph outing. Here prizes and honors are awarded. Shields and Suits Regular teams under the direction of captains conduct competitive tournaments. Each girl on the team is presented with a shield of white S. M. A. letters over a background of yellow. The special awards arc given those who have shown outstanding adeptness or rate a good attendance. A blouse with a wrap-around skirt of light blue has been adopted this year for gym suits. Lending distinction to these uniform outfits are the blue chevrons worn by all the girls in the gym class. Play'Off Records Friday is play-off day for the competing teams at St. Margaret’s. Last week, the final games of the year were played. The 10 o’clock basketball team under Imelda Enncn came through as champions after their victory over Marie Zucarro’s 11:30 runners-up. This play-off game ending in 20 to 12, followed the exclusion of the teams headed by Charlotte Page, Dorothy Peters, and Harriet McKinnon. The deck tennis contest ended in favor of Marjorie Hcltemes’ 11:30 team. Mary Elizabeth Gleason, Mary O’Shaughncssy, Florence Picott, and Mary Orth led their teams in close rivalry to Marjorie Hcltemes’ group. The spring baseball season opened with new equipment consisting of bats, diamond balls and base markers. On The lee At Loring The Dayesye Staff The Dayesye Green and silver was selected as the color scheme of the book. Not only pleasing to the eye, this combination is new for the DAYESYE. Abigail Wagner Editor •in- Chief Inspired by the uplifting ideals of religious, social, and governmental progress of the world as realized through their academic and commercial studies in their high school years, the seniors chose the idealistic subject, WINGS, for the theme of their 1934 DAYESYE. As the DAYESYE represents the literary and artistic workmanship of the school, the unusual topic, WINGS, seemed appropriate as inspiration for this creation. Thru this subject, the seniors visioned the wings of religion, government, leadership, history, patriotism, mythology, nature, and fairylote. To the development of that outline, the seniors aimed, the underclassmen stressing the subject in the literary divisions. Lorraine Ki:ru:k Star Saleswoman Mary Beck Runner-up in Sales Special attention was given to the art, and most of the work was done in linoleum block cuttings. The aspect of the DAYESYE from the artistic side stresses a freedom of line, a splash of vividness. This is noticed not only thru the new arrangement of a two page division sheet, but also thru the lining and the literary pages. The Staff Pilots The Editor-in-chief of the '34 book is Abigail Wagner; Marie Fay is the feature editor. The senior literary pages are edited by Loretta Bernard, and the subject. Patriotic Wings. is covered. Mary Jane Stringer supervises Winged Symbols, the junior phase of the topic. The sophomore class chose as its division, The Flying Carpet, with Betty Tolen as editor. Marion Valliia managed the freshman subject. Fairies. The snap-shot editor, Loretta Welter; the school calendar compiler, Monica Schissel; and the department editor, Regina Kelly present their contributions. Rose Beaty, Lorraine Hay, Regina Hegi, Georgi-ana Henderson, Mary Girling, Mary O’Reilly, Mary Ellen Sampson, Lorna Robideau, Mary Geagan, Jeanette Heinen, Margaret Healy, and Margaret Warner are included as the literary associates. Vera Ennen is staff typist. The art department of the school under the enthusiastic leadership of their instructor. Sister Cosmos, comprises the art staff. Edith Helm leads as contributor. The business department found as its most active member Lorraine Kerich, who is responsible for two hundred dollars in ads used in the publication of the DAYESYE. Mary Beck follows, having reached the seventy dollar mark. Sister Marion, the DAYESYE Adviser, offered excellent advice and artistic taste. It is to her we owe the inspiration for our theme, and to her active management that is was fully developed. The Art Class Marie Fay Air Circus Editor At Wor In The Publication Room Literary Editors Filing Our Pictures 19 i 4 is 1 aspired by 1913’s Honors Some IVmgs for Inspiration Getting Suggestions We Wing Our Way To Chicago As representatives of the 1934 DAYESYE staff, a delegation of nine members and two teachers attended the Annual National Scholastic Press Convention in Chicago, in October. The group included Sister Marion. DAYESYE adviser; Sister Catherine; Miss Charlotte Stephens; Regina Kelly; Valeria Krautkremer; Vera Ennen; Bernice Connoy; Marguerite Rinck; Jeanette Heinen; Loretta Welter; Margaret Warner, and Abigail Wagner. Members of the staff also attended the Minnesota Press Convention held at the University of Minnesota in November. Sister Marion lead a round table entitled Beauty in the Annudl. The 1933 DAYESYE won two national honors and five state prizes in competitive contests. W inging Miss Alicb Meagher Second Vice-President Alumnae Activities We, as seniors, have a happy spiritual and social future to look to when we cite the many noble and enjoyable activities the Alumnae of Saint Margaret’s has undertaken this year. Commencement has not broken their ties from their Alma Mater. Quite a broad preparation was made to celebrate the Homecoming this year. The Minneapolis and St. Paul radio station, WCCO, was gracious enough to grant the Alumnae Association a broadcast period to publish the date and to invite the members to attend. Father Brand delivered an address of praise. Mrs. Blanche Huyck of the class of 1922, President of the Alumnae, urged the girls to fill St. Margaret’s spacious halls to overflowing.” Miss Stephens, Chairman of Homecoming, a member of the S. M. A. faculty, added her voice to those of the preceding and painted in colorful terms the nature of the homecoming activities. Several Saint Margaret’s seniors culminated the event by shouting their noisy greeting over the radio in the form of an improvised yell: Zizz boom, zizz boom, zizz-boom-bah We’re from St. Margaret’s Ski-u-mah. Siss boom, zizz boom, zizz-boom-bah Hurrah! for the Alumnae, ha-cha-cha.” November 12, the memorable day, produced sleet and snow and high winds, yet the Homecoming log read: Five hundred of St. Margaret’s loyal graduates returned to rejoice with present and past teachers, to sing the S. M. A. School Song, to drink tea and gossip, to warm their hearts at the old school hearth, and to renew their pledge of loyalty to their loved S. M. A.” The objective of all Alumnae activities is the providing of scholarships for worthy girls for attendance at St. Margaret’s. To this end a number of social entertainments arc planned. Mrs. Mary Fermoylc McClellan is social chairman for this year. Her calendar records the following: In October a silver tea was given in the afternoon by a group of women who alternated at the tea tables. The event was held at the Academy from three to seven o’clock. The S. M. A. colors, yellow and white, were used in flower decorations throughout the rooms, in table adornments, and in cake and candy icings.” On Mary’s Day, the Alumnae, according to an annual custom, received Holy Communion at the school and then had breakfast in the cafeteria. Mrs. Lucille Murphy O’Reilly was chairman of the occasion. She recorded an attendance of two hundred girls.” The usual Winter Bridge-Tea was given at the Radisson in January.” The annual spring dancing party under the chairmanship of Jane Hclwig, class of 1931, held in the Flame Room of the Radisson, was a most enjoyable affair and a very great financial success.” Eleanor Reynolds. Class 1922, is an S. M. A. Alumnae in the Twin City Circle of the I. F. C. A., who volunteered to take charge of charity sewing in Minneapolis. Miss Reynolds records the making of 300 children’s dresses by alumnae members and by S. M. A. sewing classes. Mrs. Blanche Huyck, president of the Alumnae, will represent St. Margaret’s at the bi-annual convention of the International Federation of Catholic Alumnae, to be held in Brooklyn, New York, in August. Miss Ann Gearty Third Vice-President Father Brand broadcasting a Homecoming Welcome, assisted by Miss Charlotte Stephens. Chairman of Homecoming Day. and by the Chicago Convention Cheerers. Our Alumnae Father Brand’s Radio Address for Homecoming Day Dear Friends of St. Margaret’s Academy: A school can measure its accomplishments, not only by the number of graduates it sends out into the world, but in the quality and extent of the education that it gives them. St. Margaret’s Academy can well be proud of her 1200 or more graduates in the past 26 years, because they have gone forth into all walks of life—into different strata of society, and have been guiding lights to many others not so bountifully favored. You graduates of St. Margaret’s, have been given, not only intellectual and physical development by your Alma Mater, but more important, you have been endowed with a deep spiritual sense—your conscience has been enlightened concerning the moral law—you have been given a Christian philosophy of life, with all its joys and sorrows, its laughter and its tears. And because of your training, you have gone out among your friends and neighbors, and you have been an inspiration to others—your lives have been an example of Christian virtue to those not so favored as you are, and realizing what great good you have accomplished in your own life, and in the lives of others, individually—consider the greater good you can do collectively. In a well organized Alumnae, you can be a moral force that will far outbalance your numerical strength. Therefore, the Homecoming at St. Margaret’s next Sunday is a grand opportunity for you to return to your school to which you are so indebted—there, to meet your teachers, who have dedicated their lives in religious vows, that you might possess that precious inheritance—that you may renew your acquaintance with those who have had a like training—that you may identify yourselves more intimately with the active St. Margaret’s Alumnae—that through such contacts, and through such organized effort, you may be inspired to do still greater things for your God, your country, and your fellow-man. Vivian St. Lawrence SENIORS Loretta Bernard Bernice Connoy Mii.drbd Cruit Vera Ennen Marie Fay Margaret Hauk Jeanette Hbinen Catherine Hoppe Mary Jane Mason Ullaine Murray Mary Ei.i.en Newbbrg Mary O'Reilly Mary Ei.len Sampson Mary Jane Stringer Loretta Welter Honor Roll EXCELLENT ROLL ALL A Abigail Wagner Rose Beaty Monica Schissel Frances Heinz Marie Zuccaro HONOR ROLL ALL B JUNIORS Evelyn Cox Mona Feia Mary Kearns Rita Newberg Gertrude Palmer Vera Rust SOPHOMORES Mary Busch Grace Conley Betty Girling Rose Mary Johnson Marguerite Shea Lyla Kelly Elaine La Palme Flora Mae Roth FRESHMEN Helen Barthelme Ethel Bedard Jeanne Clark Dorothy Gordon Elaine Herriges Betty Jones Fern Maas Mary Markell Lorraine Milan Eleanor Ortman Patrons Purity Bakery Regan's Bakery Jambourine Club Mr. Willard H. Ackkrson Mrs. Catherine Cavanaugh Mr. Eugene L. Doherty Mrs. P. J. Mayer Miss Alice Meagher Mrs. F. E. Murphy Miss Katherine Simi.er Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Torborg Mr. and Mrs. Althoff Mr. and Mrs. F. Bach Mrs. P. Baumgartner Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Beaty Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Beck Mr. and Mrs. A. Bernard Mr. and Mrs. J. Bonni-r Mr. and Mrs. F. L. Brandt Mr. and Mrs. M. Brickley Mr. and Mrs. L. Caffrey Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Casey Mr. and Mrs. C. Connoy Mr. and Mrs. G. A. Cowin Mr. and Mrs. M. Cruit Mr. and Mrs. F. B. Dempsey Mr. and Mrs. J. Dousbtte Mr. and Mrs. G. Dupont Mr. and Mrs. P. J. Dwyer Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Ennen Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Escher Mrs. E. Fay Mr. and Mrs. A. Fischer Mrs. Geagan Mrs. T. H. Girling Mr. and Mrs. T. P. Gleason Mr. and Mrs. M. E. Halloran Mr. and Mrs. L. G. Hauk Mr. and Mrs. J. Hay Patrons Mr. and Mrs. W. Healy Mr. and Mrs. W. P. Healy Mr. and Mrs. A. N. Hkgi Mr. and Mrs. J. J. H� :inun Mr. and Mrs. N. Helm Mr. and Mrs. T. Henderson Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Hoppe Mrs. M. B. Kehke Mr. and Mrs. W. Kelly Mr. and Mrs. J. Kelly Mr. and Mrs. A. Kerich Mr. V. Kloss Dr. and Mrs. K. J. Knapp Mr. and Mrs. J. C. Kolb Mr. and Mrs. G. Krautkremer Mrs. M. King Mrs. F. Lavell Mr. and Mrs. B. T. Martin Mr. and Mrs. T. Mason Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Murray Mr. and Mrs. H. P. Mulmeran Mr. and Mrs. G. E. Newberg Mr. and Mrs. E. G. O'Reilly Mr. and Mrs. F. Paradise Mr. and Mrs. E. L. Porte Mr. and Mrs. P. J. Rausch Mr. and Mrs. F. Reed Mr. and Mrs. O. M. Rinck Mrs. M. Rhoades Mr. and Mrs. E. H. Robideau Mr. and Mrs. F. Romano Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Sampson Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Soussel Mr. and Mrs. S. Schulte Mr. and Mrs. D. C. Smith Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Stringer Mr. and Mrs. M. Sullivan Mr. and Mrs. E. Swanson Mr. and Mrs. A. N. Tolen Mr. and Mrs. B. Tanberg Mr. W. Tracy Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Vallila Mr. and Mrs. F. Vierling Mr. and Mrs. A. Wagner Mr. and Mrs. F. T. Warner Mr. and Mrs. A. Welter Mr. and Mrs. M. C. Walsh Mr. and Mrs. P. H. Wirt?: Mr. and Mrs. J. Zuccaro Hold True To Your Course Mary O’Rkilly As a pilot holds his plane on its course by radio and chart, so wc shall always be guided by St. Margaret's and the principles we have learned here. Sometimes the course may be stormy; sometimes a stiff head wind may be blowing; always, and especially when our engines are running smoothly, our wings spread out, the clouds above and below us, and our heart’s singing, ’’God’s in his heaven—all’s right with the world,” we shall remember and cherish the ideals that have become instilled in us here. Knowledge to know the right, wisdom to understand how to do it, courage to do it no matter what the difficulties—these arc the precepts we have learned at St. Margaret’s. Whatever happens to us—nothing can alter the memories of these happy years in a school that has become a second home for us which we must now leave. It has been, as it were, the ground school for life. Some of us may venture onward to distant destinations—to add to our fund of knowledge; others may be forced to stop at emergency landings along the way; we will not forget the joys wc have known at St. Margaret’s—what aviator ever recovers from his love of the uncharted blue, from the effect it has on his life. And when we finally reach the Landing Field, we will taxi into the hangar with St. Margaret’s great search light guiding us forward, her standard marking our landing, waving triumphant defiance to the adverse elements. There will be friends there who have arrived before us, to welcome us; there will be hospitality for all. And when wc arc called upon to ’’check in,” we will do so with confidence and at the end will look into the Great Pilot’s face and say to Him in all sincerity, ’’Wc have held true to our course.” ALPHABET A is for Miss Armaniila With a heart so brave and true. Her hair; they arc so pretty Her teeth are two. B could stand for none but Betty, The English classes’ joy and pride. She dotes on pretty evening dress With a beau on either side. C the thought of chorus docs inspire; Our music soars to the skies (stormy weather). The songs arc sung with so much fire That Smoke Gets in Your Eyes!” G is for Misses Georgiana------ One Du sette most all day long, And the other, blythely cheery Does keep on this song. Hcn-dcr-sun comes over the mountain, She never sings about the moon, But she can’t be shot at sunrise, For she don’t get up till noon. M is for our Mary Janie— So many times she rote a poem. You do for her a great big favor She tank. She go home. Circus Plane Facts Lot’s face plane facts. First, we will admit we are a circus but we are not up in the air. We had the intention of talcing you thru the looking-glass but then decided that looking into it would afford greater amusement. And, too, since most of you fly into a rage, temper or etc., we decided to give you the air (don’t misunderstand) , so don’t be surprised if our working is over your head. (That is NOT, Yc Editor in upper corner.) Monday’s child is fair of face; A self-made girl ’tis said. It’s good she doesn’t lay the blame On some one clse’s head. Proverbs Note, above, the dcah” Englishman with a Monica (1) in his eye. We just had to (s) chisel that one in—The United States so liked his appearance that they sent him to France—Maybe now she’ll pay her debts; if wc promise to take him back! It has been quoted off and on that: Hair is woman’s crowning glory! With hair like that she deserves to be crowned!” Simplicity is beauty!” Therefore, girls to be beautiful you must be ----------. (That shouldn’t be hard!) Winchy-Inchy Column Then, of course, there’s always the one of how when Simple Simon was just a little short the pieman exclaimed, What no Benny!” (It just shows that you can’t get along without Jack.) That Debutante Stance Pen-Grin Puzzle The trick is to find the name of the soup our friend is carrying.—To make it hard we’ll tell you that the answer is on page . (Oh, find it yourself.) No prizes will be given so everyone has a chance. Send in the answer you think is right, and if it isn’t we’ll change it for you. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! the contest closes January 35, 2000! Soup to Nuts Relax! This little part is given as a breathing spell for you. Finish up that candy bar or read that history chapter now. ------------ Then take a deep breath and be prepared to plunge whole-heartedly? into the rest-------ho hum! Here goes now! What No Pop Corn! CROW UP Presenting the mascot of the glee club. He was selected not only for his beautiful voice but for the reason that he never mispronounces beCAWsc. And is he quite a crow-ner! Jenny Wren just loves to hear him sing. For he always sings Speak to me only with thy eyes!!” (That may be a nice way of telling her to keep her mouth shut.) Tho he has never taken a music lesson—he can read notes well—bank notes. His fame is so great that they have even named a candy after him. What—you haven’t ever heard of a Crow Bar? Too Vhoo-M‘ It May Concern WHO’S WHO Patsy watsy who is a deer—Not because she is a faun (far be it for a fay to say that) but because she is the daughter of an Elk. Mary Jo, who is a fiend for puzzles and will spend entire periods working them. She does all her crossword puzzles in Greek. (The Greeks have a word for it, child.) Regina Hcgi—our own Miss School Girl complexion—who, when interviewed concerning the method of maintaining such a youthful and radiant skin answered, By being happy, washing with soap and water, and studying hard.” (Why did she have to put in that part about studying?) Miss Catherine Zuccaro who can never sec how a left-handed person can typewrite (right). A certain illustrious senior who, when asked how one got an inferiority school-girl complex” replied, By using Palmolive soap.” Air, Someone Must Hare Told Ya —! Ode To A Cuckoo Oh, lovely little cuckoo bird, forsoothe On thy lips swells ever the truth, Locked up in thy little clocky cell; Yet I know right well That when a genius approaches unto you The cry will ring Cuckoo, Cuckoo.” Thy intuition is great indeed. Who’s Afraid? This little piggic is a sad little piggie And cries louder and louder ’Cuz the big, bad wolf gives him lots of puffs But not one bit of powder. Correction? Use Your Mirror We are sure you’ve heard ? mmmh ninetsil uoy erA of those Arabian Nights .segap eseht nihtiw kooi ot ecnahc yam ohw elpoep draw SMArian daze? •kcab wef esoht rof si sihT WOE IS ME You couldn’t see thru this one anyway But woe to the smart ones— We just can’t abide ’em— Who say they like puns” With hot dogs inside ’em. Deadication To all those who still enjoy childish literature; those who were once children; those who are still children in heart and mind (the heart isn’t so important) ; to those who read with a higher appreciation of literature; to all those who can read; and to anybody else we happened to miss, this book is dedicated. We indeed appreciate the fact that you are well-red (My face ought to be), and we admire your patience; but hope you won’t need much doctoring for the headaches you have received. We are sorry to announce that we were not able to print the picture of the most beautiful girl in the class; but at the last minute I discovered I hadn’t any pictures left. (And they beat eggs.) Just for the sake of the theme —you know I'll wager (ahem) you say that to all the girls you meet. Bedtime Story Long, long, ago, when one could go to a duck dinner without bringing the ducks, there lived a happy little family of ducks: mama duck, papa duck, and Wannabya duck (how ducky!). Papa had fallen in love with mama at first sight, but he regretted ever after that he had not taken a second look. Little Wannabya had been born on the crest of a wave so he suffered from water on the brain and was he crestfallen! Altho he was an ugly duckling he longed to be a swan (well, I swan) and be covered with soft Swansdown. (advertisement) When he was quite young, he had joined a baseball team, but since he could hit nothing but fowls” he soon ducked out. However, he enjoyed diving into the swimming pool so much that his mama promised to put water into it someday. This little family lived in a house with seven gables (lucky ducks) and one day Wannabya decided to fly. While on the roof, he slipped and fell. How do you think he saved himself? How would you save yourself? Use the theme, dear, use the theme! Introduction Since What’s Good for the Goose is good for the Gander, and feeling sure you are the type of person who gets grease on the radio when trying to reach Turkey, we feel happy in bringing you these little novel pages of nonsense. How do you feel? These were intended for children but you go right ahead and read them and try to understand. Lest perhaps you harbor the thought that we are catering to the people and neglecting the underclassmen, we haste to assure you that it is not so.-oh. Too, we always do our part; whether it is a center part or a side part it is always well done. And the seniors always lead. At a recent paper sale they were in dire straits, however, as they were behind. Loyalty again stepped to the fore. A poetic senior filled with zealous enthusiasm cleaned out her note book and saved the day. (Of such are geniuses made.) Then, as a parting shot, remember that Rome wasn’t built in a day—well neither was this section. Yes, but look what a wreck Rome later turned out to be. Now I know Comparisons are odious. Be patient, children, for now comes the best part of the entire section. Minneapolis Sky Light A Symbol Of Progress Margaret Healy To those eminent business men who have really made possible this year-book we gratefully dedicate this section. Winging over the last pages of our book are attractive advertisements which add much beauty and dignity. On and on the business world soars to greater heights. This is symbolized by the Foshay Tower reaching for the sky. Its graceful strength looms over other buildings which arc not small themselves. It hovers over the city pro-tectingly and sends a red or white light shooting out into the Stygian darkness to guide the faltering wings of some aeroplane seeking refuge from the perils of the night. For miles around, the tower can be seen giving out its heartening message of civilization to the weary traveler. For a radius unbounded, too. the firms represented in these pages will go winging on, attracting buyers, satisfying patrons, being repaid for their investment in the DAYESYE. Would that we had the power to do some stunt-flying which would write their names on the sky. Since we haven't the power, we promise to keep a steady formation by means of patronizing these generous firms and thru winged words to attract others to patronize them. � • ' --------------------------- Compliments of HARRY M. HURLBURT FUNERAL HOME 14 W. 26th Street Private Chapel Regent 8494 � ------------------------------ Telephone: Atlantic 2018 CATHOLIC GIFT SHOP RELIGIOUS ARTICLES 43 South Eighth Street Minneapolis, Minn. FLOWERS . . . ANYTIME • ANYWHERE ANY OCCASION Direct from Our Greenhouses to You City-Wide Delivery Call Regent 3022 PARK AVE. FLORAL CO. 2841 Park Ave. N. W. LANIGAN, Prop. +----------------------------------- DIETENE r'A diet in itself Dietenc reduces overweight correctly and much more pleasantly. At department and drug stores Manufactured by DIETORY FOOD COMPANY Minneapolis, Minn. ▲ J. D. ARMITAGE Optometrist Main 0252 THE LEADER Minneapolis ▼ PRALL’S MARKETS Horme! Market Plan Good Meats 116 North Lyndnle Ave. • Geneva 3783 4805 Minnetonka Blvd. • Walnut 6305 WHITE PRESTON AGENCY Agents and Brokers EVERY FORM OF INSURANCE 115 Minneapolis’ J lew The new Minneapolis Post Office is the latest of its kind in the United States. In no other part of the country is there a building which is equal to this structure in design, equipment and use-fullness. The building is five hundred and forty feet long, occupying three city blocks. It rises eighty feet in the air and contains four floors. The edifice is modern in design, although following classical lines. There are setbacks above the second floor at each corner, and the fourth story is set back at each end. Here the executive offices will be located. Arrangements have been made for the landing of the auto-giro planes on the roof—proving the future efficiency of the structure. A cafeteria, gymnasium and a meeting hall are also included in the plan. The foundations of the post office arc laid one hundred and fifty-three feet below the street surface. The corner stone is of gray Saint Cloud, Minnesota, granite and weighs slightly more than eight ‘Post Office tons. Mankato, Minnesota, stone forms the upper structure, requiring twelve million pounds of stone. Over six thousand tons of structural and reinforcing steel were used. In preparation for future growth and speedier distribution of the mail, special machines will be used for sorting. The general shape of the entire building is so planned that the mail may pass from one department to the next on long belts, this manner being a more convenient style of handling the mail itself, and also, more convenient for the employees. In their efforts to promote ideal working conditions, the architects, Magney and Tusler, have provided for scientific control of the air within the building. Four machines will change the air every fifteen minutes. Hence, washed air renders the windows superfluous for that purpose. The Minneapolis Post-Office is the culmination of the hopes and dreams nurtured and cherished during six years of labor by the members of the Civic and Commerce Association of Minneapolis. Loretta Welter DAILY DOOR-TO-DOOR DELIVERY to 450 Towns in Minnesota, North and South Dakota, Wisconsin and Iowa CITY DELIVERIES PARKING STORAGE MOVING HOUSEHOLD GOODS Murphy Transfer 6? Storage Co. Geneva 6371 +—-------------------------- THE GLEASON MORTUARY REGENT 5207 Nicollet at 27th Street FURNACES THAT SATISFY Call Midway 4675 REPAIR PARTS for All Make of Furnaces Wc specialize in correcting faulty installations Cleaning Estimates Free Deferred Payments NORTHWEST FURNACE CO. 2694 University Ave. Midway Office Bldg. ROBERT FULLERTON Teacher of Voice MacPhail School of Music 4 •------------------------------ Compliments of MICHAEL JANS SON FURRIERS Makers of Jans Furs STORAGE REPAIRING 83 South 8th Street Minneapolis Floral Company EMIL OLSON, Proprietor Minneapolis, Minn. Phone Main 3029 After Business Hours Call Wa. 2892W —J, 118 The Popular Selection of the Student is Fifty-four years of Service and Satisfaction For a period of fifty four years we have served the HIGH SCHOOLS OF MINNEAPOLIS What better recommendation1 Official Photographer for the 1933-1934 ALL-AMERICAN DAYESYE 119 Maneuverings To Father Theisen we arc devoted— On world-a-fairing Miss Stephens doted— Next come juniors, happy quintet— Madonna Krcutzian and Marion Jones, perfect squintet— Sorry seniors Chicago bound, Bernice, Marguerite, Valeria, Vera— But look at the magazines we’ve found— Frances, Mary Jane, Helen. Florence ushering in a new era— Mary Alice Healey as you see Is just as healthy as can be, Never once was she ever tardy Or absent in years 4x3— Loretta and Mary arc just above her, Mildred and Margaret under cover, Lorraine and Isabelle, beside them are— Loretta, Regina, Miss Stephens, Abigail, by the car Going to Chicago also, we find— Just below, Helen Rochcford, Beverly Passck With Audrey Lcmieux, pecking from behind And the winnah, folks, the winnah, Catherine Parker. M aneuverings This is Father Hauer, our spiritual adviser— Next is Mary Caffrey, do you recognize her? One happy group of sophomores standing— Chicago’s lagoon from a bridge commanding— Distraught seniors all a froliclcing, Elaine, Claire, Mary a-rollicking, Regina Kelly enjoying a view— Four little sophomores— looking sad to me too! Loretta Bernard, our only minute woman Whose senior pages you admired Worked so diligently like nothing human” Always busy but never tired. Yes, a choral lesson, believe it or not— The Aristocrats—an ice card? must have been hot! Who is that between you, Priscilla and Dorothy? Judging from these seniors—the day was quite frothy— Books and more books in graduates’ arms Who’ll soon bid goodby to St. Margaret’s charms. S. M. A. Day by Day W i nging Juniors Give Class Play As the queen, Joan Beck was cast as the lead in the junior class play, The Queens l ost Dignity. The setting took place in Bavaria and costumes and headdresses were carried out in styles peculiar to that country and period. The queen loses her dignity and in so doing, loses her lover, Henry. Many distracted scenes occur which are ended finally by Proncnomc, who comes to her aid by working a magic spell which results in the regaining of her dignity and with it, her lover. Vera Rust took the part of the lover and Madclon Orth, the part of Proncnome. Sophomores Present Tableau This year, the Christmas play in tableau effect, portrayed the birth of the Infant Jesus. Harriet McKinnon in her role of the Blessed Virgin gave a very splendid interpretation. Besides this, the Dramatic Club presented two modem Christmas plays. Freshmen Enter Answering nineteen questions and showing nineteen tiny students where to go, take time but it usually can be done without difficulty when nineteen girls behave in so earnest a manner. Again the A freshmen class became hostesses to their slightly younger classmates and prepared for them a grand party. Again the B freshmen wore green bows for a day, causing cm-harassing answers and much staring-at. On initiation day a playlet was given as also some readings and after all this a lunch was served. They were really freshmen then, and have been ever since, a credit to their class. Seniors Sponsor Style Show and Bridge Party In conjunction with the bridge party given by the seniors, a style show of fall gowns was presented by Bjorkman’s exclusive shop. The dresses modeled were selected as an ideal wardrobe for a high school or college girl. The models were Marian Kelly, Monica Schissel, Kathryn Smith, Beverly Swanson, Mary Jo Knapp, Mary Jane Mason, Jane Mulheran, Helen Schultz, Mary Ellen Sampson and Betty Tolcn. This first affair of the school year met with great success. In charge of general arrangements was Mary Jane Stringer. Other committees were Betty Tolen, style show; Abigail Wagner and Mary O’Reilly, refreshments. Good by, S. M. A. The Garden of The Moon Is Given _ On April 29th, the senior activities were ended with the presentation of {flBV their class play in which the entire senior group was cast. The Garden mf” of the Moon is a play both modern U and old-fashioned in that it tells the story of two generations in the same j|flA family. Each scene takes place in this beautiful garden of the moon and the story is necessarily woven about it. Margaret Warner in the modern lead of Carol played opposite Richard Mollner. Berenice Walsh, as Betty Lou, a beautiful singer who sacrifices her lover for a career, had as her leading man, Frank Warner. ----------------------------------------------- • We Do Our Part To do their part” in stimulating business, the seniors assumed charge of the management of the cafeteria for one day. AH students patronized the counters of delicious homemade pastries and sandwiches. Later in the day, It’s A Ming!” was presented by the Dramatic Club. This netted the Dayesyc $53.00. School Dramatizes Religious Play The Miracle of the Roses, a drama of the life of Saint Elizabeth of Thuringia, was presented by an entire school cast. The part of Elizabeth was taken by Abigail Wagner; Mary Girling ably portrayed the cruel mother-in-law. Rosamund was played by Betty Tolcn and the Empress, by Mary Jo Knapp. The story took place during a depression period in the year 1780, during the time of Frederick the Great. The male parts were played by Richard Mollner. the castellan, and LeRoy Werges, the hermit. A chorus, The Blue Danube singers, and two groups of folk dancers in colorful costumes gave spirit to the play. ... ....... —............ ...—----------- Freshmen Celebrate Climaxing the Maypole dance and festivity was the crowning of the Blessed Virgin by the senior class president who in turn was crowned by the freshman president. Each year in the person of the senior president the entire school pledges its fealty to the Blessed Virgin as Our Queen. LANDERS, MORRISON, CHRISTENSON COMPANY BUILDING MATERIALS WASHED SAND AND GRAVEL 800 Builders Exchange Minneapolis, Minn. FIVE YEARS PROTECTION on hermetically sealed mechanism ALL WESTINGHOUSE REFRIGERATORS BEECHER-CUMMINGS CO. 820 Second Avenue South P. M. KOHL Manufacturing Jeweler K. C. Emblems Class Rings and Pins Diamonds and Watches Jewelry and Watch Repairing 608 Nicollet Avenue Minneapolis, Minn. Third Floor Main 1846 fo tlie Class of 1934 ... Congratulations... You are about to graduate . . . about to take an important step in the budding of your career. Right now is the time to establish a banking connection with the Northwestern National Bank and rust Company of Minneapolis T Affiliated with No,.l twest Rancorporation 124 M aneuverings Here’s Father Brand, we all like him. These juniors, now, fought to get beside him, Down below—seniors’ silly snickcry— The hermit soothing after the castellan’s trickery, Claire, Jeanne, Elaine, three sophomore maids— Abigail, editor-in-chief (she’s cold I’m afraid) Marion Kelly—so sober and staid— Vera Enncn whose head wc sec Was always busy as she could be, Typing and typing for hours and hours, Things you see in this fair book of ours. Ellen and Joy on one side, eleven freshmen on the other— And Mary Cowin at the fair? all alone? Loretta, Celine, Jane and Marie, A quartet, we sec— And one, two, three, four, five, six—nine Sad sorrowful seniors dreading graduation time. A WINGED WISH to the CLASS of 1934 from ST. MARGARET’S ALUMNAE ASSOCIATION ------------------------—,—— .. ,+ Hessburg Brothers Distributors of SCHRAFFT’S Chocolates Candies and Confections 1201 Washington Avenue Minneapolis, Minn. Atlantic 3011 126 + The Anstver to your Candy Appetite’' Sanitary Food Manufacturing Co. ST. PAUL, MINN. v +----------------------- DRUGS DRUGS—Prescriptions filled Periodicals F. H. BASSETT 1100 Hennepin Avenue Minneapolis. Minn. APTERNOON 75 INCLUDING BRIDGE £. PRIZES ■evec e a CLARE EBMER •I----------------------------------------------------------- Academy Graduates: We know our success 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 are now in attendance. VISIT US—INVESTIGATE OUR RECORDS Day School Main 4338 Night School Fully Accredited by the National Association of Accredited Commercial Schools Minneapolis Business College Nicollet at Ninth, Minneapolis, Minn. 127 --------------------------------------- OTIS F. HILBERT COMPANY WHOLESALE Poultry, Butter, Eggs, Veal, Cheese, Lard, Shortening Oil, All Varieties of Frozen Fruits, etc. Finest Produce House this side of Chicago We SolidI Your Buiinett 419 Second Ave. N. Geneva 3304 ---------------------------------- .4 Speeiahm in Blue While Diamond 1 M. L. 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Manager -------------------------------------+ May the Success of the Class 1934 Be Winged Sincerely yours Four Friends 128 On W ings of Friendship The Nonpareil Club The Aristocrats The Chicquects The Cher Ami (Extreme Ri ht) Ttvo Groups from the Senior Style Show EVERYBODY LOVES — Compliments of Jersey LORING PARK PHARMACY ICE CREAM 1500 Hennepin Avenue Pure and Rich Manufactured by CASEY-HOBAN TRANSFER J. W. Hayes 6? Son Household Goods Moved and Stored 132 North Lyndale Avenue Main 5431 43 South 5th Street We Deliver The Goods” , .—-—-————————— — —t JERRY CRAMER Good Foods 2600 Wayzata Boulevard I -------------------------] DOROTHY LUNDSTRUM Dancing Instructress ASCENSION CLUB CHerry 0107 FOOD GUILD A Quality Food Name to Remember. Sold by Grocers Who Give You Service. 130 Winged Speech The All School Play The Miracle of The Roses The Dramatic Club Alice Blue Gown Peasants in The Miracle of The Roses Left: Junior Class Play The Queen’s Lost Dignity Grotto Scene from The Miracle of The Roses ACADEMY of the HOLY ANGELS Senior and Junior High School Elementary Grades Kindergarten • Boarders and Day Students 9 Accredited to the University of Minnesota NICOLLET AT 66th STREET Regent 5281 ROBERT J. MARTIN GROCERIES AND MEATS 3801 Chicago Avenue COLLEGE TRAINED MEN Offer You the Best in Pharmaceutical Service RUSTIC LODGE PHARMACY 4800 Nicollet Avenue E. J. NORMAN, Prop. ---------------------------------- COAL, COKE, WOOD and FUEL OIL of the finest quality ALBERT JOHNSON COAL COMPANY 10 Lumber Exchange Bldg. 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I.------------------------ Get Your MUSIC at SIMON DAHLQUIST 20 South 8th Street Kimball Piano Co. Bldg. Liberal Discounts Allowed BUCHINGHR FUNERAL HOME 2535 Central Avenue GRanville 1564 GRanville 1610 ----------------------— --- T ype writers For Rent SPECIAL RATES TO STUDENTS 1 Month 33.00 2 Months $5.00 Late Model L. C. Smith and Corona Typewriters. Attractive Rental Plan on new or used Typewriters. « L. C. SMITH CORONA TYPEWRITERS INC. Geneva 6651 223 South Fourth Street One of Our Air Squadrons in Formation Minneapolis JS[aval Air Base Mary Janb Stringer Entering the reception room of the United States Naval Air Base at Wold-Chamberlain Field, we are delighted with the room and its furnishings. They arc not modernistic and fantastic, hut like flying itself, modern, efficient, and suitable. We are taken into the office of Lieutenant Salisbury, the commanding officer. He graciously grants an interview. When was the base founded?” is our first question. The first payroll from this base was dated November 19, 1928. The first of the four hangars which, with the administration building, make up our equipment, was built in 1929. Why was the base founded, and why was Minneapolis selected as the spot for such a post?” There was a group of war pilots, who after the war, had returned to their homes in this district. They were interested in continuing their flying and sent an appeal to Washington for the establishment of a naval aviation base at Wold-Chamberlain Field. These fliers had trained at Dunwoody Institute in Minneapolis, in 1917 and 1918, and when the Government established the base, these men constituted the training group. Minneapolis was selected as a base because it is good from geographic and strategic points. Minneapolis is good because of the number interested in aviation and because of the facilities offered by the neighboring states and the University of Minnesota. It is well situated at a distance midway between the two coasts. What is the function of a Naval Air Base?” The function is two-fold: first, to train and maintain mechanics; and second, to select and give training to university students.” What are the activities of the squad?” There are four regular drills a month. The night drills consist of study: the officers studying navigation and the ensigns learning the rigging and up-keep of a ship. The men fly from 2 o’clock on Saturday afternoons until dark and after dark when completing hours of night flying. Sunday morning time is spent flying. This year the flyer is paid for thirty hours of flying, but through exercising economy with the monthly pay check, the base has been able to average about sixty hours up to the present.” A plane was seen climbing up to the hangar and our interview was over, but not without implanting in our minds an added intelligence and respect for the work done by the Naval Reserve Squad VN 11 RD9. Wold'Chamberlain Field Minneapolis-to-Chicago Passenger Plane about to make landing at Wold-Chamberlain Field Winged Formation oj Army Planes Practising for Competitive Flights with Planes of Other Navy Air Bases Wold-Chamberlain Field Showing Navy Air Base in Foreground and Passenger Plane Landing Depots at Left in Background Wold-Chamberlain Field was named in honor of our two great American fliers The Winged Symbols of The Evangelists Regina Hegi SAINT MATTHEW Matthew obeyed at once, Come Follow Me.” —Angels are by his promptness symbolized— Our Saviour loved and pitied such as he. Would that we, His love so highly prized. SAINT MARK Saint Mark with lion symbol for the first Christian school And for his martyr’s death most holy— He wrote the gospel by Saint Peter’s rule. And symbolized a life so meek and lowly. SAINT LUKE Saint Luke with ox, symbol of strength and might, Preserved the Acts of the Apostles. true. He taught all doubting men to sec the light And raised the veil, His divinity to view. SAINT JOHN Saint John, clean of heart, like eagle, noble, brave, Most loved of all Apostles, Jesus’ friend, Was true to his loving Master to the grave And to the sorrowing Mother to the end. THEN St. Margaret's Academy in 1880 NOW —St. Margaret's in 1934 University of Minnesota Minneapolis April 21, 1934 The Principal St. Margaret’s Academy Minneapolis My Dear Madam: At a recent meeting of the committee it was voted to recommend that Saint Margaret’s Academy he continued on the published list of private accredited secondary schools for a period of three years subject to the annual report. The committee requested me to express its appreciation of the work which is being done by the faculty of your institution. I doubt if there is another school in the state where so many of the staff hold advanced degrees. Apparently this training has had a very definite reaction on the quality of the work being done by the school. Very truly yours. Royal R. Shumway, Chairman. We Give Red Trading Stamps Hemstitching Done While You Wait THE MISSES JOHNSON 22nd and Central Avenue Telephone Granville 3561 Minneapolis ....• ........-— ----------------——■� ..............— .........— ■ - —••—■■ • • There s no sermon without words as eloquent as a loss without insurance” The A. M. Lcitschuh Agency GENERAL INSURANCE Real Estate — Mortgage Loans 1226 Second St. N. E. Minneapolis --------------------------------------+ Compliments of M. J. B. COFFEE CO. Quality Coffee of A merica +-------------•—-- Mortuary Offering a Service assuming every obligation in connection with the Final Ceremony at a cost to meet your approval. AAA Stanley Kapala Co. 1007 Main Street N. E. Office Phone, BR. 3721 Bridgeport 1317 Instructor Violin, Piano JOHN J. TORBORG EXPERT PIANO TUNING 640 Fourth St. N. E., Minneapolis Spera! 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