St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 96 of the 1935 volume:

13he 1935 DAYESYE St. Margaret’s Academy Volume XVI Minneapolis, Minnesota Copyright 1935 At The Doors Editor-in-chief Irene Fawcett Make-up Editor Margaret Murray Art The Junior and Senior Art Classes Art Teacher Sister Cosmas Daycsye Adviser Sister Marion Legend OPENING SECTION FACULTY SENIORS JUNIORS SOPHOMORES FRESHMEN LITERARY ADVERTISERS TO THE ALUMNAE To you, the travelers on the Saint Margaret's Academy road of ideals, we lovingly dedicate this 1935 Dayesye. We have reached the door that opens to make us one with you. We feel that we are the listeners, who heed your words, who observe your actions, and who with you will carry on, prideful of glorious record left in our wake. The City recognizes you as a superior group of women; the Church looks to you for leadership in its program of Catholic action. We read the honor scroll of your activities, Civic and Catholic, and we say we will identify ourselves with you and be glad to do so. May the Moonlit Door at the end of the Life Road be opened for all of us by the great workman, St. Joseph, under whose patronage we have been guided thru our loved teachers; by St. Margaret, the special patron of our school; and by the dear Lady Mary, whose blue garment protects and shields us. Irene Fawcett, Editor-in-chief FOREWORD We, the Alumnae to whom you have dedicated your 1935 Dayesye, have knocked at many doors—doors of vocation, of professional and business life, of career; and many of these portals have been flung wide to us because we bore the insignia of our loved school. We are kept in mind of the ideals instilled into our hearts when we were The Listeners in St. Margaret's classic halls, thru our organization which is but the postern whose latch lifts without our knocking, to admit us back into our school-home where the spiritual and cultural things in life are renewed for us. May this book of happy memories bind you together as graduates of a Catholic high school; as travelers following the loveliest star of womanhood—Mary. May she open the portals of the sky to all of us when our life's work is completed. Janua Coeli, Gate of Heaven, ever keep the 1935 Class loyal, earnest, true Alumnae of St. Margaret's Academy. Blanche De Laurier Huyck, ’22 Patroness of St. Margaret's Academy SAINT MARGARET Saint Margaret lived in England. Of noble blood was she. When the Normans came to seize her, She put sadly out to sea. She landed on a Scottish shore Where Malcolm made her queen. She used her influence for religion And ruled with a gracious mien. Among the pious foundations she made, Was the Abbey of Dunfermline. Villars Krautkremer, ’35 St. Margaret’s Academy Like An Old Melody You are a symphony in construction, Each stone is a tuneful note With a separate and particular part; As a harmonious choir, you Raise your song to the sky; A song grown more dear With the passage of time. So, like an old melody Are you hallowed in our hearts. Vera Rust, ’35 In Future Days We love your serene beauty in the spring Adorned by cool greenness of leafy vine. Your grand and gentle state benign Invites the birds to stay and sing. How our glad hearts in glad accord shall ring Admiration tor the quiet strength of every line Of you, Alma Mater, quaint edifice pristine, Though small and humble is the tribute that we bring. As we travel, each, perhaps, a different way, Remembering how you loved us well, What memories of years profitable, yet gay, In retrospect are ours to tell! For in our hearts you’ll ever stay A perfect vision upon which to dwell. Helen Keyes, ’35 The Classic Porte-Cochere on Linden Peace Save the light swishing of wavering leaves Twined ’round those sacred walls, Not a sound disturbs the solejym peace Of this home where duty calls. It stands aloof and disregards The nearby city’s din, Reflecting the peace and quiet Of the chapel housed within. Lorraine Knaeble, ’35 St. Margaret’s It rises into spacious clouds on high, Green leafy vines cling to its rugged walls, And laughter rings throughout its spacious halls. The birds in choirs sing,rrShe’ll never die!” St. Margaret’s peaks are lifted to the sky, Her hands outstretched to greet the Maker’s call. A history old is bound within that wall, A history which we know time will defy. The velvet, mossy grass creeps to its sides, The old oak trees spread branches to endow A special shelter where Our Guest abides. To Him our quiet reverent heads we bow. Through slowly passing years the line decays; The deeper lessons gained remain always. Margaret Murray, ’35 Faculty Mother Clara, Superior, M. A., Columbia University, New York City Religion Sister Henrica, Principal, M. A., University of Minnesota Religion Sister Irene Associate Certificate, M. M. T. A. Piano, Violin Sister Hilary M. A., Columbia University. New York City History, Religion Sister Carmela B. A., College of St. Catherine German, Religion Sister Annetta B. M., American Conservatory, Chicago Associate Certificate, M. M. T. A. Piano Sister St. Florine M. A., University of Minnesota French, Religion Sister Cosmas B. A., College of St. Catherine Art, Civics, Religion Sister Roberta Diploma, American Conservatory. Chicago Piano, Harmony 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 Catherine M. A., University of Minnesota Latin, English Sister Vincent de Paul M. A,, University of Minnesota Larin, Mathematics _ . Sister Edcar B. A., College of St. Catherine Q English, Religion Sister Anita Marie B. A., College of St. Catherine Science, Religion Miss Charlotte Stbphens B. A., College of St. Catherine Library, Gymnasium Miss Cbcelia Lsnz B. A.. College of St. Catherine Dramatic Art F A C U L T Y The Theme of Our 1935 Dayfsye The Listeners Walter De La Mare Is there anybody there? said the Traveler, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor; And a bird flew out of the turret. Above the Traveler’s head; And he smote upon the door again a second lime; Is there anybody there?” he said. But no one descended to the Traveler; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men; Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveler's call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred and leafy sky; For He suddenly smote on the door, even Louder; and lifted his head— Tell them I came, and no one ansnered, That I kept my word.” he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Tho every word he spake Fell echoing thru the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake. Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone. “Is there anybody there? said the Traveler, Knocking on the moonlit door The Listeners Mary Bernard, ’35 Thus far, during our high school career, we hare been fortunate enough to be listeners to the beautiful voice of a Catholic education. If we have been attentive listeners, we have gained much that is of great value. When we leave St. Margaret's, what path of travel in the world shall we follow? No matter which way we may go, let us open our senses to the worthy things in life, those that will lead us upward, until we have reached the topmost rung on the ladder of real success. May we always have a yearning for the splendid ex-periences which lie before us, which will make us more learned in the ways of the world. in order that we too may instruct those who follow after us how to be good listeners to the voice of the Almighty Adviser and Greatest Teacher—God. Seniors Villars Leone Krautkrfmer President of the Senior clast; Ironor student; violinist in school orchestra; Senior division Editor of the 1935 Dayesyf. Art and poetry and English are her fortes. Ruth Marion Stone Vice-president of Senior class; treasurer of sophomore class; honor student; Get-a-Quick in The Queen’s Lost Dignity. Rut hie” is endowed with a sweet win-someness. Margaret Garrielle Murray Secretary of Senior class; editor of Freshmen division of 1935 Dayesye; mistress of ceremonies at the Junior-Senior Prom. Sincerity and a strong sense of justice are Margaret's characteristics. Dorene Patricia Hbaly Senior class treasurer; character in Why the Chimes Rang; My Songs; honor roll. Charming, quiet, reliable, loyal— Dorene is all these and more. Seniors Cecelia Bernice Bedard Although quiet and reserved, Bernice makes herself felt through her ready, charming smile. Faithfulness to duty is listed first among her numerous sterling qualities. Marie Alice Bergh A slender and graceful lass with eyes that twinkle with merriment at all times. Marie entered St. Margaret’s in her junior year. Central’s loss was our gain. Mary Helen Bernard St. Philip’s sent us Mary in her junior year. She has proved herself an excellent student. The College of St. Catherine is Mary’s goal for next year. Margaret Bridget Berry Margaret, besides being an honor student and a delight to her teachers, has a sweet personality that wins and holds her friends. Her lovable disposition will carry her far. Adelaide Barbara Boucher Dainty, shy, sincere, pious—Adelaide is all these and more. A sense of humor, an appreciation of the beautiful are two other characteristics she possesses. Frances Edna B A love of poetry—her hobby is the collecting of a library of poems and anthologies—shows Frances’ cultural taste. Frances attended Central High School two years. ’ Seniors Mary Elaine Burns Freshman Operetta; honor student. Alert, quick to act and to speak. witty—in a word, a most enjoyable companion. Nursing is her chosen profession. Beatrice Josephine Campion Beatrice's dark loveliness is such as to inspire a present-day Dante—and her gracious, sympathetic ways have delighted us always. Beatrice spent two years at West High. ' U Evelyn Inez Cox Evelyn was the junior class president; Katrinka in Around The World; honor student for three years: athletic editor of 1935 Dayesye. Efficiency is Evelyn s chief trait. t , ' 7 juf Qst-L j � CL Bernadette Monica Dupfy { - w fjy Dancing is the favorite pastime for Bernadette. She ' showed her ability by teaching the dances for the LA Ux Queen’s Lost Dignity.” She is quiet, sincere, and most agreeable. Irene Augusta Fawcett Editor-in-chief of the 1935 Dayesye; junior class treasurer; her ability as an executive is evident in all class activities. History and English are her favorite subjects. Cecilia Mae Fazendin St. Joseph's Academy’s loss was our gam when Cecilia came to us in her junior year. She has shown her truly artistic ability and a leaning toward the cultural subjects. Seniors Ramona Dorothy Fbia Dayesye Staff; class secretary in her junior year; honor student: singer in freshman operetta; Mona is a quiet, charming girl. She has a flair for writing. Adelaide Marif. Fjsch Character in Around The XA The Miracle of the R typist. Addtode is disti cooperatujji? ld, Clever Isabelle, 1935 Dayesye Staff ished by her loyalty, her A I .or Etta Marie FOran - Loretta came to St. Margaret’s in her sophomore year. She has a gentleness that wins, a kindness that attracts, a .sincerity that holds. Mary Anselma Frederick Character in freshman operetta. Around The World: dancer in sophomore play, Clever Isabelle. Mary has what Shakespeare calls an excellent gift in women —a low voice. Veronica Patricia Gomilak Honor Student, ''Eskimo and Wooden Soldier in Around The World; Acolyte in Why the Chimes Rang. Veronica has danced her way into our hearts. Mary Elizabeth Grundman Snapshot Editor of the Dayesye; Sandy in Around The World; toast-mistress of the junior-senior prom. Her sparkling vivacity has made her a favorite of the class of ’35. Seniors Evelyn Agnes Hirman Always prepared: quiet, shy, self-effacing, Evelyn has prosed an earnest student. She hails from the little town of I.e Center, Minnesota. Ramona Jeanne Ittnbr Honor roll; orchestra. Ramona's talents tend toward art. The many R. l s in this Dayesye show us her skill m pen work. Her scholarship, too, is worthy of mention. Marcella Constance Janicke As a member of the school orchestra, Marcella has contributed much with her saxophone. Subtle charm, genial cooperation, fine loyally—these traits best describe Marcella. Anna Marian Jones The best saleswoman in the 1935 class, Marian has shown herself to be. She solicited the greatest number of ads for the 1935 Dayesye. She took the part of Eudoxia tn the class play, The Lion and the Mouse. Mary Margaret Kearns Mary, the garrulous book agent in the sophomore play, Clever Isabelle, has remarkable talent in creative writing. Her name has adorned the honor roll three times. Dorothy Isabelle Kelvib Accompanist in Around the World; honor roll four times. Genial, kind, appreciative — these describe Dorothy. She and Lorraine Knaeble and Isabella form a circle of the three graces. Seniors Helen Marie Keyes Editor of sophomore division of 1935 Dayesye. Helens literary taste is cultural, her writing ability distinctive. Daphne, her favorite name, shows her classic preference. Lorraine Therese Knaedle Scotch {linger in Around the World; military tapper in freshman frolic; second little pig in Who’s Afraid. Lorraine has been a good student. English is her favorite subject. Helen Katherine Knabblb Dramatic Club member; character in Mlvii Lights a Candle; lead in Too Many Marys. Helen came to us in her sophomore year from Villa Scholastica in Duluth. The social touch is Helen’s greatest asset. Marion Antoinette Knox Accompanist for choral; cellist in orchestra. Marion came to St. Margaret’s from Central, for her senior year. She is gentle, alert, efficient. Music is to be her life work. Madonna Dorothy Kreutizian Runner-up in greatest number of ads in 1935 Dayesye; character in Miracle of the Roses. Madonna is listed at St. Mary's Hospital Training School for the September class. Clbo Rosella Krumholz Studious and dignified, Cleo has silently demanded the respect and admiration of her classmates. Her enthusiasm for travel makes her an interesting conversationalist. Seniors Isabella Marie LaFontaine Vice President of the junior class; Wolf in the Three Little Pigs ; Scotch dancer in Around The World ’ She has danced her nay into our friendship circles. Florink Claire McDonald Character in Clever Isabelle; singer in My Songs. Florine has shown great talent in dramatics. Frankness and friendliness are the outstanding character traits of this pretty girl. Gertrude Miriam McEachern Gertrude possesses a lyric soprano voice. Because of this gift she has sung in all the plays and operettas. Her sweet and loving disposition has endeared her to her classmates. Rita Lorraine Newherg Honor student; Department editor of 1935 Dayesye. A typical business woman is Rita, yet her keen appreciation of the beautiful bids fair for a new type in the work-a-day world. Jeanette Beatrice Oliver Jeanette came to us from Central for her senior year. She is truly one of us. Her genial tolerance is worthy of imitation. Music is her talent. Madelon Marie Orth Pilot of dirigible in Around The World; Swedish maid in Clever Isabelle; Promenone in The Queen’s Lost Dignity. Dependable and loyal, Madelon intends to be a nurse. 5“ Seniors Gertrude Josephine Palmer Valedictorian of the 1935 Class; winner of the four-year scholarship to the College of St. Catherine, awarded for maintaining the highest record in the class for four years. I he school offers sincerest congratulations. Marion Rose Parthun Concerto recital with Sctonti for piano certificate; drummer in orchestra. Marion’s tolerance and quick wit make her the vibrant, charming person she is. Music is her first love. Mary Ann Pilon The terpsichorean art is Mary Ann's hobby and avocation. She taught the dancers for Mary of Magdala and for the Christmas play. She has the gift of a beautiful voice to complement her dancing. Mary Audrey Reid Audrey's wit and ability to make friends are her outstanding qualities. Her shy smile and pleasing disposition have endeared her to both teachers and students. She's a gentle girl with charm and refinement. Margaret Mary Reid A faithful member of an exclusive circle, Margaret is friendly and sincere with her intimate friends, but shy and conscious in a general crowd. She has always shown generous cooperation in all school projects. Marie Winifred Ricklick Happy, cheerful, and most forgiving arc three adjectives descriptive of our charming Marie. She makes exclusive friends, and to this group she is most loyal. Seniors Vera Ann Rust Honor student; Prince Henry in Queen’s Lost Dignity, Dramatic editor of 1935 Dayesye. Vera has an attractive personality. History and English arc her favorites. Clorice Velma Sherwood Character in Around The World; Why The Chimes Rang; The Miracle of the Roses; The Queen’s Lost Dignity. Clorice’s voice is her rare talent. Vivian Elizabeth St. Lawrence Salutatonan of the 19D class; winner of State prize traffic essay contest; senior page-editor of 1935 Dayesye; honor student for four years; sophomore class president. Vivian is universally loved. Frances Fern Stucke Around The World, Queen’s Lost Dignity, Miracle of the Roses, Assistant editor of the Dayesye, Honor roll. Fern has the ability to make friends and to keep them. Marie Rita Torborg Dayesye staff music editor; honor roll; clarinetist in S. Af. A. orchestra. A voice with a peculiar ref reshing quality has won for Marie a part in freshman and sophomore plays. Mary Rachel Towey Auburn-haired, witty, friendly, Mary Rachel is described. We add, a singer, a speaker, a good student. Her maxim is Laugh and the world laughs with you.” A Never'T Be'Forgotten Stairway Flora Mae Roth, ’36 A stairway can be a very apt similitude of the achievement of any goal in life, but the one that I love most to ally it with is our high-school years. Each new undertaking accomplished is a higher step toward the threshold of life; every honest effort put forth makes more pure the foothold on each stopping-off place; every stair is a milestone, never to be forgotten, never to be regretted. As the years go by, the steps are a little more difficult to attain. Probably we have grown a wee bit tired striving eagerly to reach our goal; but it is worth the trouble. From the foot of the stairs we looked up with apprehension; the top looked far away. We were really glad to have the intervening steps gradually growing less in reaching our path towards learning. Now, looking down with most of our onerous way behind us, they seem only too short and precious. We are following only the illumined route of those before us. The senior classes of all the years have really smoothed the way. They gave us confidence to mount. It is our rsponsibility to carry up their standards and make our footsteps worthy of those who have reached the landing before us. “Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dar stair, T5hat goes down to the empty hall.” Imhloa Ennen, President J umors Glynetta Beers Marie Zucarro, Secretary Margri tta Beers Marie Donnelly Betty Girling Mary Jane Britt Ci.aire Dorr Mary Elizabeth Gleason Ethel Budde Mary Dousette Phyllis Glorvick Elaine La Palme Winifred Curran Helene Gaffney Josephine Korbichka Margaret Loth Mary Busch Ruth Finnigan Marjorie Hbltemes Kathleen Lieser Marie Carmody Bertha Fox Margaret Killoran Bernadine Lohmar Betty Currier Irene Gaspard Ella Loring Genevieve Lynch Jeanne McGlynn - Irene Schultz Lorraine Ranck Priscilla Olson Elaine McIntosh Rosemary Seigel Flora Mae Roth Mary Orth Harriet McKinnon Leora Tor borg Helen Ryan Mary O’Shaughnessy Lorraine Mahonei OLEN 4® Florence Dorothy Peters Marion Martin Florence Ruff, Vice-President. Frances Heinz, Treasurer Leona McConville Janet Raiche Elizabeth Noonan Margaret McGrath Marcella Waldherr Maxine Sarazin Marion Peters Kathleen Moeller ‘$$1$ only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight. Sophomores Top Row: Helen Rocheford Eleanor Rust Betty Wagner Dolores Huss Mary Mii.f.y Fourth Row: Betty Jones Frances Beck Marcaret Thiesen Mary Elizabeth Cullinan Lorraine Mil an Mary Jane McDonaio Thud Row: Helen White Patricia Cavanaugh Margaret Donnelly Beverly Passek Bernita Caron Second Row: Phylijs Bauman Marjorie Britt Katherine Snell Mary Jane Donovan Ann Althoff Katherine Bolduc First Row: Nadean Libby Dorothy Blair Margaret Kobhhka Marguerite Shea Lorraine Salzl Top Row: June Butler Mary Alice Javes Marguerite Charnock Cleo Smith Jeanne Clark Fourth Row: Betty Desmond Helen Barthelme Mary Dwyer Audrby Lemieux Catherine O'Leary Doi.oris Schultz Third Row: Mary Markell Kathryn Knight June Stenglein Catherine Millet Marguerite Berg Second Row; Anna Mary Healv Ethri Brdari Catherine Lyons Rosalie Dupont Ione Hunt MaRIBETH HaI I ORAN First Row: Elizabeth Heath Hflf.n Fitzgerald Bernadette Rogers Dorothy Gordon Miriam Quinn .. 1v(o head from the leaf'fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still.” Freshmen Top Row; Dorothy Weides Rosemary Gehrey Lorraine Engleking. Angela Gorgas Fourth Ron; Mary Holmes Lorraine La Mere Eileen Fitzgerald Dorothy Gorham Dolores Sherer Third Row: Crystal Dresser Ellen McNamara 1.0RRAINE SCHOENKCKLR Virginia Ennis Second Row: Mary Shai.i.better Marion Smith Helene Donnelly Delores Ware Marcella Patterson FiriI Row; Genevieve Haarala Patricia Kolb Jeannb Engstrom Margaret Walz Top Row: Florence Schagel Mary Jane Knaeble Mary Corinnk Carter Catherine Wawersich Patrioa Ryan Fourth Row: Mary Ann Knight Betty Daly Margaret We roes Anna Marie Manuilk Third Row: Marion Oliver Emma Gardon Kathleen Nilan Mary Jezkski Virginia Hutchinson Second Row: Doroths Waldmann June Engstrom Jeanne Landry Marion Jennings First Row: Mary Hughes Rosemary Le Mire Eunice Schiebe Anna Skobar Madonna Hogan In Scotland Saint Margaret’s Chapel, Edinburgh Castle Saint Margaret’s Tomb Dunferline r, d': Dunferline Abbey, Built by Saint Margaret Light of the World—Holman Hunt He longs for warmth and fellowship, And when He knocks upon our door, He hopes, that weary from His trip, We'll let Him stay forevermore. He’s kingly in His royal cloak, Yet thorns surround His Sacred Head. And where should be some welcoming folk, Is naught but a barred door instead. Light of the World. Leader of all, He stands and knocks, hoping that we Will hear this lonelv traveler’s call. And answer it on bended knee. Elaine La Palme, 36 RETREAT T5he Chapel ‘Door Softly falling, softly gleaming O'er the chapel door, Leafy shadows gently swaying Till they are no more. Moonbeams glimmer ever brighter Nearer Christ the King. Moonbeams shimmer ever lighter On a seraph's wing. Silver stars from out the blue Shine serenely as of yore; A tid add their share of silvery hue To the beauteous chapel door. The last rose-blossom hovers still O'er the chapel door; The leafy rose-vines on the sill Are patterned on the shadowy floor. All is quiet, all is tranquil God is resting near! Peace and love and all good-will Echo in the silence here. Fragrant odors from the rose-vines Like incense to the Lord doth soar. Softly, gently, each bright moonbeam Centers on the chapel door. Margaret Berry, ’35 Retreat began on Sunday, April 14. Father Lyons of the Paulist Society, from Chicago, conducted the exercises. He spoke of the sacred mystery of the Holy Trinity, and stressed the assistance of the Holy Ghost which is given to us in our need. The influence of good and bad books was most forcibly brought home to us. Bad literature, he said, was like a vial of poison which would kill our spiritual life. The sense of sin was the thread that ran thru all the conferences. The soul is like a rare porphory vase, the nicking of which would be a serious thing. Nicking, he explained, was the little sin we call trivial. St. Margaret’s Academy had an aspect of reverence and sincere piety during the three days of close intercourse with God. Each day began with attendance at Mass, followed by conferences, spiritual reading, and visits of the girls for friendly and confidential talks with their Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. The retreat closed on Tuesday after the Papal Blessing and Benediction. CLASS DAY Father Foran, brother of Loretta Foran of the graduating class, read the mass and gave the Baccalaureate Sermon on Class Day, June 2. Father Hirman, brother of Evelyn Hirman of the graduating class, was in the sanctuary. GRADUATION DAY The graduating exercises this year were held in the Woman’s Club. His Excellency, the Most Reverend John Gregory Murray, conferred the diplomas on the fifty-two graduates. Religion The Senior Religion Course this year has offered the students various opportunities to become more intimately acquainted with the life of Christ and the doctrines of our Church. The religious curriculum included an outlined study of the New Testament, a weekly instruction by the Reverend M. Casey, and study club work. Copies of famous religious paintings, illustrative of the current lesson, were displayed. They awakened a realization of the beauty contained in the Bible stories. Individual note-book work was beautifully handled by the entire class. Father Casey’s weekly class made a detailed study of the Ten Commandments and completed the reading of Pope Pious XI’s Encyclical on Marriage. Term papers on the lives of recent converts into the Church were also prepared by the girls. Senior Religion instructor Junior Religion Instructor The Reverend Marion Casey The Reverend Bernard Keany Father Keany, one of the assistant priests from the Basilica of St. Mary, gave a lecture every Wednesday to the underclassmen. His question-box was especially interesting. The sophomore religion classes studied the Mass, the greatest of dramas, and the sacraments. Catholic periodicals were scanned for worthwhile present-day subjects, and booklets on the Mass and on those externals used in its celebration were made. Do you know where you can get the movie ratings with a minimum amount of work? The freshman religion class has faithfully kept up their card catalogues ranking the films according to their appraisement in the CATHOLIC BULLETIN. In acordance with Archbishop Murray’s Catholic Action program, a study club was formed. The regular outline on the life of Christ is followed. The twelve club members meet every Wednesday. Each member leads the discussion for two classes. English ENGLISH I AND II The freshmen English classes put on the learned sock of Shakespeare and trod the dramatic boards in the Merchant of Venice and Midsummer Night’s Dream. Myths and the stars they learned were more than cater cousins. An Ivanhoe newspaper made the medieval period live in present-day attire. The sophomores surveyed the field of American Literature; studied the Idylls of the King, Julius Caesar, and a type novel. Their creative writing in the literary section of the Dayesye is evidence of their composition work. ENGLISH III Capturing in words a keen appreciation of life and making articulate their beautiful impressions, the junior English class has accomplished much. Luella B. Cook's Experiments in Writing” has given the students various inspiring suggestions in recording personal observation of all that makes life colorful and worthwhile. From that glorious, unexcelled playwright, William Shakespeare, each girl has studied and benefitted by at least six of his plays. Many students read ten plays. Their literary adventures in English have opened to them, surely, a new doorway to a full and rich joy of living. ENGLISH IV This year has been one of entertaining instruction. Dove Cottage, the Lake District, Newstead Abbey, the Italian Lakes—these the Romantic poets have made familiar. The Victorian artists—Burne-Jones, Millais, Hunt, Leighton; the Pre-Raphaelites; the moderns, British and American, were part of our interesting study. The Scholastic, a weekly periodical, helped us contrast the literature and periods of the nineteenth century with those of the present day. Languages FRENCH AND SPANISH T he language of sunny Spain and the tongue of fair France are being studied by more than fifty students. Grammar, vocabulary, and sight-reading lessons were the daily routine for the first year classes in French and Spanish. The second-year students in French have gone thru the adventures of Mattia in Hector Malot’s Sans Famille, and are now reading Ludovic Halevy’s L'Abbe Constantin. The second-year students in Spanish have studied El Capitan Veneno by Dc Alarcon, For tuna by Escrich, and Zaragueta, a farce, by Carrion and Aza. GERMAN The German classes have enjoyed a new method of study. A set of interesting and charming German folk stories and fables was used. The first year class read Allerlei, Fabeln, Anekdoten und Erzahlungen, Eulenspiegel und Munch hausen, Funf Burehmte Marchen. The second-year gleamed much concerning German people and their customs thru translating Fortunatus, Das Peterle von Nurnberg, Das Geheimnisvolle Dorf, Das Abendteuer der Neirjahrsnacht, and Ein Sommer in Deutschland. LATIN A general interest in the study of Latin was evident by the increase in numbers in the classes. One hundred eight students are enrolled in six Latin classes. In Latin I, besides the regular drill work, the girls correlated Latin with present day vocabulary, making posters, finding advertisements, and writing original verses. Latin II marched with Caesar, and sang and prayed and quoted Latin. Cicero’s Orations and passages from Vergil and Horace made up the study of Latin III. % Social Science Studies SOCIAL PROBLEMS The correlation of the theoretical text-content with present day material pertaining to various problems was the routine work of the year in the problems class. Safety and the promotion of it were brought home by the class entering the safety contest sponsored by the SERA Safety Division. Vivian St. Lawrence won the first prize in the state, a Remington-Rand typewriter. AMERICAN HISTORY My Favorite Page of American History was the caption of an essay contest sponsored by the D. A. R. The American history class wrote on this subject, one of the most interesting projects of the year. Ballads with historical figures as heroes; oral reports from the material in the regular weekly chapter of the text; patriotic programs at Christmastide and on Lincoln's Birthday—these added zest and variety to our regular recitations. MODERN HISTORY Besides the regular textbook study and instruction, the modern history class gave weekly reports on current events. A record of each student’s outside reading was charted, and time-lines were made showihg the events of the sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth centuries. The class wrote on this subject, Learning in Ancient Ireland, in an essay contest sponsored by the Ladies Auxiliary of the A. O. H. The two best papers were submitted, those of Elaine Burns and Fern Stucke. ANCIENT HISTORY The reading of the lives of the great men of the ancient world, the writing of letters from old Athens and Rome, soap carvings made to visualize the architecture and sculpture of the classic pagan periods—these made live again the cultured days of the long ago, the knowledge of which is part of the heritage of all educated people. COMMUNITY CIVICS Besides their regular textbook work and project making, the class in community civics went somewhat afield by studying elements of economics, by discussion of the problems presented by Hilaire Belloc in his Economics for Helen, and of those set forth in the Encyclical of Pope Pious XI on reconstructing the social order. Science BOTANY An excellently equipped laboratory in botany furnishes specimens for observation, for drawing, for illustration in the instructor’s interesting lectures. A notebook with drawings and experiments is compiled by each student. Study of flowers, leaves, fruits, bacteria, algae, and fungi made alive plant and fruit life in nature. BIOLOGY If you happened in the biology laboratory early in the fall, you would see a gorgeous array of color in boxes—boxes, big, little, and middle sized, each with its display of beetles, wasps, bees, butterflies, and moths. A little later you would sec this unusual collection gracing the exhibit racks in the study hall. The catching and mounting of these insects is the first project of the year in biology. CHEMISTRY The laboratory periods in chemistry were full of the romance of science: The deep red rose became the tea rose when it was immersed in sulfur-dioxide; in an ammonia fountain, the blue litmus solution turned to a coral; and a number of precipitates ran a gamut of colors. Besides the regular text and the work in the laboratory manual, Creative Chemistry by Slossen was required for outside reading. GENERAL SCIENCE General Science acts as a survey in aiding a pupil to choose her studies in science in the senior high school. This year, the ninth grade, while studying the stars, were able to observe an eclipse which appeared for their convenience. Two laboratory periods a week made familiar the use of pulleys, the filling of fire-extinguishers and other practical applications of science. Art and Business ART Instruction in making pencil sketches of the campus buildings was the initial work in the art class this year. Pen and ink work followed, then designing in color. Poster work, Christmas cards, creative designs for book illustrations; and visits to the art galleries with study of the master artists lives and works—these comprised the chief studies of the art classes. SEWING At an exhibit in December, the sewing classes displayed Italian-quilted pillows; twice-appliqued potholders; collar and cuff sets; swagger, woolen, and cotton suits; blouses, lingerie, and evening gowns. Manikins of wall board with stippled modernistic faces were fashioned to model some of the smart dresses. TYPING Accuracy and speed characterize the goal for which the members of the typing class are aiming. Attractive and artistic arrangement of material is the special concentration point this year. All second year pupils type their regular class assignments for all subjects, particularly their themes and project work. OFFICE PRACTICE The business training offered by the commercial department is unparalleled. Office practice consists of typing, shorthand, stencil cutting, mimeographing, and bookkeeping. The class in office practice cuts the stencils for tests, for lists, for programs, and manipulates the mimeograph— all with the objective of acquiring experience in general office routine. The best pupils are appointed to do typing and other business work for the members of the faculty who require this aid. Music RECITALS A number of recitals were given this spring. An all-boy group presented a most unusual musical; the mimins gave a gay entertainment of piano music, singing, dancing, and reading; they were assisted by the Teenic Weenie Band; the junior and senior groups each gave one general recital. The following advanced students were presented in special recitals: Maren Anderson Frye of the certificate class, assisted by Betty Girling, dramatic-diploma pupil; Lillian Leyden and Anne O'Hanlon, post-graduates, assisted by Lois Rerat, dramatic-diploma pupil. Mrs. Reynolds of the dramatic department gave a joint recital with Constance Moline, post-graduate piano student. ORCHESTRA St. Margaret’s has an orchestra at last! It numbers thirteen instruments. Chester Campbell of the MacPhail School of Music is the director. The orchestra has appeared four times this year. Marcella Janickb; Marin Anderson Fhye (alumna), accompanitf; Marie Torborg; Leora Torborg; Marion Knox; Mary Orth; Chester Campbell, director; Janet Raiche; Patricia Kolb; Margaret Werges; Madonna Hogan; Marion Parthun; Vili.ars Krautkremer; Ramona Ittner; Luella Ranouv Dramatic Art Betty Girling Dramatic Certificate Pupil Betty Girling has studied dramatic art for seven years. She generally portrays the comedy roles in our plays. Her recital for certificate she gave last year, and she is working to obtain her diploma for play-coaching next year. Betty has given a recital a year, and has assisted in a number of musicals and dramatic productions. SPECIAL CLASS The members of Miss Lenz's dramatic class are Helen Knaeble, Betty Girling, Leona McConville, Winifred Curran, Lorraine Ranck, Jeanne McGlynn, Kathleen Nilan, Margaret Werges, Dolores Scherer, Eunice Schiebe, Marion Jennings, and Lorraine Mahoney. Some of the plays presented by the class were Too Many Marys, Mystery of the Masked Girl, My Cousin from Sweden, and Mimi Lights the Candle. Dramatic ability of the S. M. A. students is made evident every year by a production of each class. The freshman production was a vaudeville May Frolic. The sophomores presented the Christmas play, A Christmas Story. The juniors did exceptionally good work in the Lenten play, Mary of Magdala. The senior class gave The Lion and the Mouse at De La Salle Auditorium; five young men of Miss Lenz’s dramatic class took the male parts. ORIGINAL PLAY My Songs, a play commemorating the death of Stephen Foster, written by Madelon Orth, was entered in the contest sponsored by the Recreational Division of the S. E. R. A. at the Northeast Neighborhood House. Members of the senior class with the assistance of Margaret Werges, Leroy Werges, Richard Mollner, William Gallagher, Marcelle Chouinard dramatized the play. Miss Lenz directed the production. Though the play did not win first prize, yet S. M. A. and the dramatic club scored much in a complimentary way. To acquire more poise and culture, two-thirds of the seniors entered a class especially instituted for that purpose. Under the direction of Miss Cecelia Lenz they received instructions on posture, voice, carriage, and other forms of betterment. A decisive change in the girls was noted before the class closed. Plays group of sophomores in the Yuletide play, A Christmas story. Three scenes from the religious play, Mary of Magdala: Harriet McKinnon as the haughty Mary Magdalene surrounded by her attendants; (2) Betty Currier as the Angel of the Resurrection; (standing) Jean Tolen —Our Blessed Lady; (kneeling) Marie Car-mody—a blind girl; Harriet McKinnon, the repentant Magdalene; (3) Betty Girling as Simon the Pharisee’s wife; (standing) Lcora Torborg as Martha and Janet Raiche as Hannah; (seated) Leona McConville and Lorraine Mahoney, the two slaves. (1) Betty Girling and Margaret Wcrges in the Dramatic Club’s Christmas presentation. (2) Another group of sophomores as Herod and his attendants. The children of Bethlehem in the Yuletide play. Left to right: Eunice Schicbe, Margaret Wergcs, Helen Knaeble, Leona McConville, Dolores Scherer, Lorraine Ranck, Lorraine Mahoney, Betty Girling— members of the dramatic club in the play, MimiLights theCandle. Leaders in Sports Standing: Dorothy Gaboon, Mary Jane Donovan Sitting: Mary Shallbetter, Marian Williams Captains l t Row: Dorothy Gar don, Marian Williams, Marguerite Char nock 2nd Row: Mary Shallbetter Rosemary Gehrey Ethel Bedaro Girl Scout Leaders Standing: Marguerite Charnock, Patrol leader; Mrs. O’Keefe. Instructor; Patricia Rochester, Polaris District Girl Scouts Director; Betty Girling, Patrol leader. Kneeling: Winifred Curran, Dolores Scherer, Patrol leaders. Gym 'Paths On Mondays and Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, the Freshmen and Sophomores have a gay romp on the campus in the spring and fall, and in the winter months indoors. Basketball, volley ball, deck tennis and kitten ball are entered into with a great deal of enthusiasm and zeal. Blue suits, offset with white collars and sleeves, are the uniforms worn. Miss Charlotte Stephens supervises the athletics. Field day is held to demonstrate a great variety of games, the winners being awarded badges of yellow and white felt. With the beginning of spring the first and second year classes sponsored several money-making schemes to finance a new baseball diamond to be erected on the school grounds. Each class selected a team. Then this team chose a captain to conduct its tournaments. The teams competed against one another in several exciting games. Dorothy Gardon, Ethel Bedard, Mary Shallbetter, Rosemary Gehrey, and Marguerite Chamock were chosen for captains of the teams. Ethel Bedard led the 9:15 team to victory over the other classes. Captains: Dorothy Gardon Ethel Bedard Mary Shallbetter Rosemary Gehrey Marguertte Charnock S. M. A. Troop Early in October twenty of Saint Margaret’s girls organized a Girl Scout troop under the instruction and leadership of Mrs. O’Keefe. They are also under the direction of Miss Patricia Rochester, an alumna of Saint Margaret’s and a 1934 graduate of the College of St. Catherine, representative of the Polaris District of Girl Scouts. There are three patrols, each conducted by a leader chosen from their midst. Marguerite Charnock, Betty Girling, Winifred Curran and Dolores Scherer have the honor to be named the first patrol leaders. The Scouts are striving to pass the tenderfoot test and to enter the first class. Knots, signaling, bandaging, trailmaking, cooking and fire-making are among the useful things learned to prepare the girls for camping and outdoor life. Several hikes and skating meets were held in the course of the winter. Last January the Girl Scouts of the Polaris district held a Gym-ka-na. Saint Margaret’s troop was represented in the sports. They won second place for the most comical entry. Every Monday night the Scouts meet in the Saint Margaret’s gym to discuss plans for activities and to learn the work of their troop. f'Be prepared” is their motto. Patrol Leaders: MARGUERITE CHARNOCK Betty Girling Winifred Curran Dolores Scherer Baseball At bat: Margaret Walsh Catching: Lorraine Salzl Skiing Virginia Ennis Catherine Wawersich Mary Holmbs S. M. A. Girl Scout Troop First row: Mary Dwyer, Dorothy Waldemann. Kathryn Knight, Catherine Wawersich, Dolores Scherer. Second row: Helene Donnelly, Virginia Hutchinson, Florence Schagel. Kathirine Bolduc. Anna Mary Healy, Winifred Curran. Third row: Patricia Rochester (Representative of the Polaris District of Girl Scouts), Marguerite Charnock, Rosemary Gehrey, Betty Girling, Mrs. O’Keefe (Leader) The Dayesye Staff Irene Fawcett Editor -in-Chief The 1935 Dayesye has for its theme Walter de la Mare’s poem, The Listeners. It is the hope of the seniors, the travelers toward the Moonlit Door,” that this yearbook will be able to measure up to the standards set by former years. To Sister Marion, Dayesye adviser, who devoted much of her time to the publication of this annual, the senior class, and particularly the Dayesye staff, is greatly indebted and deeply grateful. To Sister Cosmas, the art teacher, who always has her artistic inspirational eye alert for Dayesye illustrations, and who assigns work to her classes for the making of a beautiful annual, we extend our sincere appreciation. Through the reading of these pages it is hoped that the Moonlit Door” will mean to everyone what it means to the seniors of ’35. Irene Fawcett Standing: Rita Newberg. Departmentt; Helen Keyes. Sophomore Division; Villars Krautkremip. Junior Division; (At Desk) Irene Fawcett, Editor-in-Chief; Margaret Murray, Freshman Division and Make-up; Vivian St. Lawrence, Senior Division; Betty Grundman, Snapshots; Marie Torborg, Music Department. Seated: Mona Feia, Calendar; Mary Rachri. Towey, Art; Fern Stuctce, Associate Editor; Evelyn Cox, Physical Education; Vera Rust, Dramatic Department; Adelaide Fisch, Typist; Gertrude Palmer. Literary Associate. Excellent Roll ALL A Senior: Gertrude Palmer Juniors: Phyllis Glorvick Frances Heinz Marie Zucarro Sophomore: Marguerite Shea JUNIORS Imelda Ennen Betty Girling Elaine La Palme Jeanne McGlynn Flora Mae Roth Helen Ryan HONOR ROLL SENIORS Mary Bernard Margaret Berry Evelyn Cox Adelaide Fisch Rita Newberg Vera Rust Vivian St. Lawrence Ruth Stone Fern Stucke FRESHMEN Joan Flaherty Genevieve Haarala Madonna Hogan Mary Jezeski Jeanne Landry Kathleen Nilan Florence Schagel Dolores Scherer Dorothy Waldman Gloria Warren SOPHOMORES Anita Bancroft Ethel Bedard Lois Goodwin Betty Jones Eleanor Ortman Helen Rochbford Patrons Mrs. A. A. Cavanaugh Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Fawcett Mr. and Mrs. John P. Fisch Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Freeman Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Grundman Mrs. Matthew Jones Purity Baking Company Irene Fawcett Alice Meagher Mary Towey C D C 5 Honors The 1934 Dayesye received iwo national honors—the All American Rating from the National Scholastic Press Association, and the All Catholic Rating from the Catholic High School Press Association; and at the State High School Press Convention it was awarded first prize in poetry with illustration; second prizes for scenic section and for literary work; third prize for original art work. Appreciation To those who have taught us to be listeners of truth, righteousness, and above all to be children of God, we owe our lasting thanks and allegiance. May the ideals which you planted in us as seeds continue to grow and blossom into fine Catholic womanhood. As those who are approaching the moonlit door” of new experiences, we wish to thank all the dear Sisters who have done so much towards moulding our characters. With the help of God, we will remain ever true to the ideals you have instilled in us. To those who have given us proof of their love by their efforts in assisting with the publishing of the 1935 Dayesye—Mother Clara, Sister Hcnrica, Sister Cosmas, Sister Marion, Sister Catherine, Sister Edgar, and the other teachers who graciously gave suggestions for the written work of their departments, we say a special Thank you. Irene Fawcett Calendar for S. M. A 19 3 4 October The freshman began the journey when The sophomore class initiated them. Next through Madgascar land Father Beault took our traveling band. The junior play came at the end. November November's crisp autumnal days Brought fun in several different ways: A party of cards to cheer each one; And Father Lyon’s interesting pun About Chicago’s work very nobly done. December Father Ryan's delightful trip around the Catholic World Brightened the heart of every listening girl. Sophomores spread Christmas cheer with their plays. 19 3 5 January Mid January snows And gliding ice, Our students know All is nice At Alumnae bridge. February Pleasantly entertained by Dramatic Art Play. Mr. Courteau nigh Congratulated one day Vivian St. Lawrence. March No north wind. No icy sleet, No dull mind— Thoughts so fleet That urge us on— Junior Lenten enterprise, Play well done— Mary Magdalene surprise. May In S. M. A.’s bright and sunny house Journey is sped on in May When seniors chase the Lion and Mousi And juniors again win the day At the Junior-Senior festival Prom. June Now at length the journey’s ended For fifty-two voices sweetly blended Pouring forth with faith and trust In the Almighty's hand so just. All arrived on Commencement day. April Mid rainy days And sunny skies Student's always Book open lies. Thoughts so pure Are given you At retreat time. 1-2-3—how many happy lil’ seniors? rhrec lovely ladies— sophomores. Evelyn Cox submerged almost. The snapshot editor in a natural pose. Love Mary, love Loretta. Freshies looking pretty. Seniors in the first snow v of winter. -Maribeth and June say Our typist gives us a smile. Two Bcttys in the snow. Beautiful snow, beautiful girls—freshmen. London Bridge is staying up! Lorraine and John McClellan, sister and brother of Rosemary. X marks the Seniors. Girls here, girls there, girls cvcrywhcr sophomores. Then seniors. Margaret and the first flower of spring. Bcrnie on the Iawn(ie). A Few of the 200 I ) Miss Stephens, our versatile teacher. Rosemary McClellan all alon(ic). She is Mae Fermoyle McClellan’s youngest child, but she came too late to be placed on the alumnae page. Miss Stephens and her gym girls. A happy senior quint. A carload of adventure-seeking juniors in Mary Orth’s green roadster. Careful, Veronica, it’s a long way to the ground. We see you, Katy and Margaret. Three campus nvmphs— sophomores. Ah, wherefore art thou, Franliet, says Bctteo in a campus balcony scene. May the best gal win, say the juniors. Rita’s version of the Highland fling. A blossoming young actress, Margaret Wcrges. Just pals, Dottic and Sis. The birdie didn’t catch Marian’s eye, but Jeanne and Florence and Claire saw him. Miss Stephens at home in her garden. They’re asking if we like their smiles. Children of our Alumnae Members Mary Joan, Billie, Bobby, Gene Voegtli (Gladys Rowe Voegtli) Margaret Teresa Roster (Mary Conlow Roster) John and Charles Madden (Margaret Tierney Madden) Billy, Jimmy, Mary Anne Richard (Anne Shand Richard) Catherine Ann and Mary Alice Cavanaugh (Catherine Mitchell Cavanaugh) James Lindquist (Florence Ryan Lindquist) Patricia and Edward Riley (Lucille Murphy Riley) Suzanne Licmandt (Marie Jeub Licmandt) Adrian, Louise, Rosemarie, Yvonne, John Huyck (Blanche DcLauricr Huyck, President of S. M. A. Alumnae) Barbara Louise and John David Peters (Mildred Manders Peters) Roy Peter Gillis, Jr. (Ermalinde Santer Gillis) (A group of girls now in school, with two mothers, Alumnae members) Helen Fitzgerald, Gertrude Keefe Fitzgerald Mary Orth, daughter of Katherine Kelleher Orth Ellen McNamara, Mary Page McNamara Jeanette and Marian Oliver, daughters of Beatrice Engle Oliver (deceased) Mary Rachel Towcy, daughter of Martha Daggett (deceased) Prize Winners Left to right: Sc. Margaret’s students have attracted the admiration of the nation thru their winning of prizes for essays, stories, plays and letters in contests sponsored by county, state, and national organizations. In the first group to the right are pictured the following: (1) Vivian St. Lawrence, winner of state prize, a Remington-Rand portable typewriter, for essay entitled What Minneapolis is Doing to Help Make Minnesota the Safest State.” The contest was sponsored by the Safety Division of the SERA. Three essays were submitted by the social problems teacher. These competed with thousands of entries from the state. (2) Marie Zucarro, winner of second prize for short story submitted in a contest sponsored by the Wells Memorial House, Minneapolis. (3 and 4) Marian Jones and Madonna Kruet in, prize ad-saleswomen for the 1935 Dayesye. (5) Frances Heinz, second-prize winner in essay contest sponsored by the Hennepin County Medical Association. Her essay was entitled, Youth Takes a Look at its Greatest Enemy—Tuberculosis.” Vivian St. Lawrence Mane Zucarro Marian Jones Madonna Kruetzin Frances Heinz Top row: Ruth Stone Mary Towey Gertrude McEichem .Second row: Madeion Orth Margaret Murray First row: Betty Grundman Vera Rust Florine McDonald Miss St. Lawrence and Miss Heinz were awarded their prizes at banquets at which they were the honor guests. Both essays were broadcast, Miss St. Lawrence having the privilege of reading her own. In the second group are some of the cast who took part in the one-act play contest sponsored by the recreational division of the SERA. The play was written to commemorate the centenary of Stephen Foster, America's most loved song writer. Madeion Orth is the playwright. Tho the play did not win first place, yet the judge recommended it for publication. lx ft to right: Marian Martin Margaret Murray Elaine La Palme Florence Ruff Bernadine Lohm.ii Doloris Moreau Fern Stucke Irene Gaspard Helen Ryan Evelyn Co France Heinz Margaret Loth The tw’o lowest pictures show the winners of money prizes for letters entitled Why I should eat Bread four times a Day.” This contest was a national one sponsored by the Gold Medal Flour Organization. St. Margaret’s won more prizes than any other school in the United States. Left to right: Flora Mae Roth Elaine McIntosh Elaine Burns Irene Fawcett Jean Tolen Mary Towey Harriet McKinnon Gertrude Palmer Mane Donnelly Bernice Bedard Mary Busch (Not in picture) Loretta Foran Rita Newberg Alumnae Activities The Alumnae travelers along the road of activity have surely covered much mileage: In October, a card party; in November, Homecoming; in January, a benefit bridge-party at the school for the S. M. A. Orchestra; in January, too, the annual election in which Blanche Delaurier Huyck was re-elected President; Margaret Williams, first Vice-President; Mildred Owens, Secretary; Catherine Mitchell Cavanaugh, Treasurer; Sister Annetta, Historian; Mrs. E. Peterson, Auditor. In March followed the retreat; in May, the general communion; in June, the annual banquet at the school; and later in the month, the moonlight boat-excursion down the Mississippi. Representatives The President, Mrs. Huyck, was the S. M. A. delegate to the International Federation of Catholic Alumnae Convention held in Brooklyn, New York, in October; and Charlotte Stephens represented the Alumnae at the State Press Convention conducted in Minneapolis. The various chairmen of the social affairs receive a meed of praise: Rosemary Holden and Margaret Williams; Ann Gcarty and Charlotte Stephens; Mary Peter and Margaret Santer; Mrs. F. E. Murphy and Anne Shand Richard; Genevieve Emmer and Lorraine Bachmann; Mrs. Catherine Cavanaugh, Mrs. Leo McClellan, and Lillian Jensen. Charlotte Stephens is worthy of a special vote of thanks for her excellent publicity w'ork and for her general helpfulness in all activities. Retreat The first Alumnae retreat, conducted by the Reverend William Brand, spiritual director of the organization, was made by fifty-five girls. In a setting of flowers, rare linen, and exquisite candelabra, memories of school-day retreats were re-lived. The Stations of the Cross brought back other days when as sophomores or juniors, these girls stole quietly into the peaceful chapel to travel with Him along His dolorous Way. Yes, the retreat must be an annual affair, the group of spiritually-renewed Alumnae decided. “Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, A nd how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone. An Artist’s Hand Did Make V,Handle Margaret Murray, '35 A silvery path upon the lake, A lily white and fair. An Artist's hand did finely make. A simple song played for her sake. Drifted thru the air— A silvery path upon the lake. His canoe this path did take. She wore white orchids rare— An Artist's hand did finely make. He murmered, for his heart did ache; They drifted free from care— A silvery path upon the lake. The moon and stars shone in their wake They glistened in her hair— An Artist's hand did finely make. He paddled on just for her sake; They made a picture rare— A silvery path upon the lake. An Artist’s hand did finely make. Pan Calls Dorene Heai.y, 35 I heard Pan’s pipes flute a sweet blast As thru green sylvan dells I trod; 1 felt a breeze sweep softly past To join the chorus of the god. I saw a faun leap from a nook. And thru the woods he swiftly ran With naiads fleet from every brook. To heed the call of the great god Pan Leaves Gertrude McEachkrn. '35 In spring you are the gayest green. In summer you are light. In winter naught of you is seen. In autumn you are golden bright. Little Marguerite Mart Bernard, ’35 A lovely daisy raised its head, And with a shy soft voice it said, Now I am proud—and I am sweet— Because I am a Marguerite! I raise my lowly head, my dear, Without a flinch, without a fear; And I am proud—but not so sweet— Because I, too, am a Marguerite. Because Margaret Berry, '35 Because of sighing, The world is wrong, The heart is heavy. The days are long. Because of sighing. Success is lost. The skies are darkened, Joy is the cost. Because of laughter. The world is right. The days are shorter, The sun shines bright. Because of laughter. Success is won; The heart is lighter When day is done. Practical Jeanette Oliver, ’35 Sue is a lovely girl I am told. With eyes bright blue. With hair pale gold, And a ready smile— She’s a dream to behold— Always a lady Neither boisterous nor bold. Like a vision she appeared before me one night. And her image was clear in the fading light. She spoke in a soft and pleading tone. So I asked for the number of her telephone. As In An Older Day Ruth Stone, '35 Commencement Day comes for us as it came for endless groups of former graduates; then we, the Listeners, begin our journey on Life’s highway, ever alert for the voice of opportunity, ever eager to brush aside each obstacle that deters us from reaching our goal. Each word of praise we hear spurs us onward, lightens our cares, and makes the road to victory less hard and less steep. The Listeners of those other days became the doers of the years chat followed. There is a time when we all must listen. Youth’s ear should be attentive to the voice of eiperience until the ways of the world have been learned, until the conscious choice of that which will lead to happiness has been made. And when, with those that have gone before, we come to the end cf the highway, we shall all listen to the voice of the Eternal Father as He determines what place we have merited in His heavenly kingdom. Trust Vivian St. Lawrence, '35 A blinding glare of lightning reveals upon the wave-swept beach the slender form of a young girl. See how bravely she walks forward amidst the tumultuous waves and lowering skies. Her eyes are fixed on a distant line; her head is held confidently with a poise devoid of fear. A cross is pressed tightly to her heart. This is the secret of her trust. In grandmother's room was an old picture of a girl clinging to a cross—a cross which was placed on a small rocky eminence surrounded by an angry sea stretching limitlessly to far-away shores. Ro(k of Ages was the title of the picture. Somehow, the realization came to me that the cross was the rock, and that the girl clung to it amidst storms and dangers with hopeful eyes, for in the cross her trust was placed. That old print continues today to be a lesson to me. In the cross I shall put my trust. The Way To God Mary Bernard, '35 A yellow sun shone overhead, A breeze refreshed the day. A dancing leaf thrust out her hands And cried in midst of play: Why, there it is—a lovely school As quaint, as quaint can be; Where education is the rule. How grand it all must bei” The old sun laughed—said with a nod, But more than that, it leads to God. Sunshine Adelaide Fisch. 35 When flowers giow and plants sprout And dewdrops ope their eyes And tall trees swish both to and fro. 'Tis sunshine on her daily route That brightens up the cloudy skies. The Advent of Spring Rita Newberg, '35 Joyousness In Faith Vili.ars Krautkremer, '35 She planted the flowers Because she loved the blossom; She planted the trees Because she loved the shade. She laughed because rhe was proud Of the beauty that they gave. She was proud of little things: The flowers, grass, trees. She joyed because she saw the gulls Fly o'er the darkening seas. She was cheerful when she saw A vine spring from a pod. Everything on earth made her happy Because she believed in God. Our School Frances Brennan, ’35 There’s a feeling of peace and love for you When we enter your darkened halls. There's a feeling of loyalty, staunch and true. When we gaze at your ivied walls. There’s a feeling of hope and security When we kneel in your chapel to pray; And we know you watch over us tenderly As we pass thru your portals each day. And tho at last we’ll say adieu, Our love will always remain with you. Smiling faces Crowd noisy subways; Hearty salutations reach Expectant ears; Voices are vibrant With enthusiasm; Thousands of eager steps, Lilting with life, March to the rhythm Beating in the hearts of those Alive to the joyous Birth of a new season. Can it be spring? The Inevitable Door Cloricb Sherwood, ,35 There's a door set deep in the garden wall, Which the moonlight bathes each night; And the voice of romance seems to call With its voice of gold From its portals old As it glows in the pale silvery light. Who knows what secrets we here might find, What dreadful or gorgeous scene? If we open it, what would we see behind— A maiden fair With silken hair, Or a monster of frightful mein? Alas, it is ever our mortal lot To be ignorant of this domain. We earth-bound mortals must never plot To pierce its veil— We are sure to fail— For Death is the doorway’s name. Life Gertrude Palmer, ’35 Life is a gay dance of pleasure; life is a continuous game of cards; life is a great banquet where we eat and drink and make merry. These but define the colorful exteriors of life. The real life is lived within. Indefinable it remains unless it is individually analyzed. The essence of life is work and play and prayer. The last mentioned is the great realization that one is truly alive. Man may work for a goal, but that is materialistic; he may play with a v:m, but that is purely physical; he may pray; then, and then only has he plumbed the innate springs of life. Browning gives a poetic interpretation of this truth in these lines, God's in his heaven, all’s right with the world. 5 I t« I I ) i r t a The Mirror’s Defense Mary Kearns, ’35 Don’t blame your mirror; It does its best To make your face A work of art. If it succeeds, well and good. Be filled with animation; But if it doesn’t, well, don’t forget It needs cooperation. Dear St. Margaret Bernicb Bedard, ’35 O queenly patroness of learning, Of nobleness, of joy in life. Protect us now and evermore From ignorance, from s:n, from strife! Guess Who? Bernadette Duffy. '35 She has light blue eyes and auburn hair, A tint of rose in her cheeks so fair; Her hands are small and soft and white; Her very smile is a delight. She’s not so old. yet she seems a dancing flame. At morn or night her disposition is the same. She is cheerful and comforting when problems arise. Her every thought is with God in the skies. Her name? Oh, of course it’s none other— You’ve guessed it—my darling mother. Are you a bit of heaven caught By seme small fairy’s wand And placed upon a grassy bank To be mirrored by an elfin pond? Spring Colors Ceceua Fazendin, '35 It’s an old-fashioned quilt I have on my bed. With old-fashioned ladies in billowy skirts Of multiple colors—blue, yellow and red; There’s a Lavender Lady that constantly flirts With a Victorian Gentleman, handsome and tall. Who charmingly smiles from his frame on the wall. One little Red Maiden is happy and gay. For her picturesque bonnet has ribbons galore. An old darky servant in livery of grey Serves her a tray and kneels to the floor. Rut her sister in yellow shows high disdain-A lacy pillow was tossed her, so she’s really quite vain. Qua-nt little gardens in glorious bloom With brilliant flowers in perfect array; And off in a corner there sits by a loom Mv little Blue Maiden spinning all day. This bright, charming quilt helps with color to bring Into my room the spirit of spring. The City Mora Feja, ’35 The city awoke And stretched its milkman’s arms. Then hurried on with iceman’s strength To work the whole day in a business man’s office. At night it went home with newsboys' feet And slept till morning with the gangster's aching eyes Or are you a part of Our Lady’s robe That, as she passed that way, Was snagged by a slender jade-green stem And held fast to this day? Her Gift Ruth Stone. ’35 Spring brings the daffodils bright, The violets shy, the lilies white; Bluebells, color of the sky, the buttercups lazy. The poppy red, the black-eyed daisy, The pansy bed, the roses fair. The tulips gay, dandelions everywhere— All flowers day by day. Spring brings. Hyacinths Villars Krautkrkmer. ’35 Because Francks Brennan. ’35 I think we spoke of love one night, i ho I don’t know what we Mid, Because you laid your cool white hand Across my burning head. Then once we spoke of poetry. No doubt it was worth while, Tho the author's name I can't recall Because of your tender smile. To A Dandelion Hidden In My Flower Bed Mary Ann Pilon. 35 With colors orange, colors gay, You flaunted merriment all day Down among the fragrant flowers; But when the evening sun went down You bent your head; you wore a frown. Were you sorry night was there. Or did you My an evening prayer? His Fitting Home Ramona Ittner. 35 Ivy-covered walls and shady bowers. Winding stairs and lofty towers; Behind these walls, serene and still, A faithful chapel-light shines clear— A fitting home for our Saviour dear. Drifting Vera Rust, 35 Won't you join me on a trip. A journey thru imagination? Hope With Spring Helen Keyes, ’35 Spring has brought a sweet illusion: Is it the fragile flowers in gay profusion? Or the way the wind runs her cooling fingers Thru my swirling, flying locks, and lingers? The light and cordial smiling of the Sun With golden mesMge saying. Winter's done ? I don't know. I can’t explain the joyous feeling That in all of life it's well to laugh and cry and sing. To love, to sigh, and laugh again. Declare this I will: That’s a good road winding up yon green hill! Close your eyes and away we’ll slip On a make-believe vacation. Let’s forget about the cold, And dream of distant lands. Of dashing Arabs, dark and bold. And warm, desert sands. In Egypt how we’ll thrill To haunting reedy songs! Come, now, faster still! See the surging throngs Of visitors in old Rome. Oh, don’t mind a little sun! What, you want to go back home? Why. our trip is but begun! Very well, some other time Well hire a cloud and float away. We’ll visit other dots on maps. And stay and stay and stay. Success Maoelon Orth. ’35 She wished to be a librarian; her wish became an impetus that urged her thru years of study and training. The world proclaimed her skilled in library science. She longed to express herself to an appreciative audience. Dramatic ability plus diMppoinrments, rebuffs. refuMls were the rungs on which she climbed ,o the culmination of her ambition. She knew her voice would reach the unseen crowd, would entertain, would soothe, would encourage. The world awarded her the Radio Stars' Diction Medal. But more successful than any of these is the valiant woman spoken of in the Bible. Her counterpart today is the quiet, dependable, vita'ly important mother who tends to the needs of her home, her husband, her children. Does the world pronounce her successful? It Mys this of her: The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world. Sursum Corda Marian Parthun, '35 Let each spring day Be like that blessed dawn When He arose In ail His glory and immortality, l-et not the dullness of winter Crowd our hearts; But let us turn our eyes to heaven And lift our hearts to Him, And sing with the angelic choir The glorious Alleluia. I Window Shopping Glynetta Bki rs. 36 Oh, I have been window shopping. Behind a crystal frame I beheld exotic sights: Dainty silk things from the cherry-blossom land Picturesque sloe-eyed maidens Move langonously along garden paths. Their lacquer fans stirring the cameo blush of petals: On a velvet carpet repose sapphires From enchanted Ophir; they are set in Platinum, mined in the ebony depths of the Ural Mountains; Glamorous evening gowns from the city of sobs and smiles. Of majestic heights, the city that St. Genevieve guards so lovingly; From the Emerald Land of song and of whizzing looms, Whose people have kept the Faith, Come linen handkerchiefs; Breton tweeds from England, from the smoke-enshrouded City of Liverpool, Where giants of industry belch forth smoke. The black foe of the sun god Ra. Thus thru an Alladin-like window I have encircled the globe. Falling Stars Lorraine Mahoney, ’36 We stood and watched a falling star; It seemed to glitter from afar. As through the firmament the fiery comet tore. It seemed that we could hear it roar. A little boy beside his father stood: Oh, wouldn't it be strange if we should Someday go hurling through space? he said. Some boy on Mars might nod his head And say, ’Oh, look, Daddy, a falling star!’ A Garden is a Lovesome Place Elaine La Pai.mb, ’36 My favorite subject, when and if I should become a novelist, would be the Colonial Period in American history. There’d be an old-fashioned garden filled and overflowing with forget-me-nots, mignonettes, pinks, and hollyhocks. In a specially reserved section would be the sweet-scented rambling roses to divide the garden into innumerable tiny plots. But the most important part is a lady and a gentleman. Here they come now, strolling through the garden: the lady is wearing a powder-blue dress, the color of her eyes. As she walks she is picking a bouquet of roses, their counterparts in the blooms of her cheek. Walking beside her is a courtly gentleman, a complement to the beautiful lady. The gallantry and courtliness of this period, coupled with loveliness and charm, provide every needed requisite for a story. Still, I might add a dash of excitement: a war and a feverish, tumultous people, trying to be gav amid sorrow, care-free amid destruction I’ll tell of their desperate courage and dauntless gaiety, of their determination not to quench the happiness of others. But, I insist, through all the panorama must walk my lady and her gentleman One is the persomfL cation of charm and femininity; the other, of courtliness and strength. When I tell of them I will let them, their fates finding they were meant for one another, go back to their serene and lovely garden. The Most Wonderful Babe Elizabeth Noonan. ’36 Born a boy To Mister and Mrs. So and So. Imagine the joy— He is their own, you know. Visions they see Of the man to be— Valor and strength In that wee babe. He will be President Or something grand; You should hear The things they've planned. Same old story— Just another birth, But to them The most wonderful babe on earth. Sky Frolics Florence Ruff, ’36 Queen Moon slipped from her cloudy bed By fragile fairies spun. To see King Sun in velvet red Leaving his work well done. Her Highness then silently led Her royal maids in stately fun. Our Quarry Bernadine Lohmar, 36 We’ll hunt on thru this life so gay, Stalking our game with guns of prayer. Heaven's catch will be our lasting prey, And our reward. His Face so fair. Peace Betty Girling, '36 A rumbling, crashing. terrifying roar, A deep-booming cannon, a rattling gun Usher out the dread terror of the World War Dense smoke-clouds blot out the mid-day sun. Bugles blow. Firing stops. World War is done. And now poppies blow on Flanders' wide fields. The black raven of war—its course is run Now a mother at a small cross kneels. Peace—thruout the universe a deep bell peals. Flanders In The Fall Margaretta Beers. ’36 I went today where the poppies blow, I went today where the graves are low, I went today for my heart bade me go. I watched the birds as white as snow Circle graves that lie so low. And thought of the world that lives below. Fog Silent and sly the fog descends And binds to earth all men of might From highest hills to river bends. It robs the world of smallest light, It holds the ugliness of horrid blight, It crushes moonlight from the earth, It steals away both song and mirth— Fog. The Effect of Beauty on Our Lives Frances Heinz Beauty begets attractiveness, and attractiveness nurtures contentednrss. What is beautiful? The universal world is an exquisite Garden of Eden, varying in different parts in splendor A limitless stretch of sky changes its garb during the day as often as did Queen Elizabeth: a soft blue at morn; a deeper blue at noon; a crimson at sunset; and in iu finest at evening—a nocturnal blue adorned with diamonds. A glistening sun sheds its light on golden fields and fairy-touched gardens; and a moon, casting soft rays, rides in the heavens. Beautiful, yet incomparable to God's creations, are man's own constructions—massive buildings, graceful towers, stately monuments and statues, and masterpieces of art. What is more beautiful than the pleasing harmony of music and the language of the poets—unseen by the eyes, yet visible to the imagination? As we admire these beauties, there is an inward contentedness that seems to hum within us Beauty influences our morals and fills us with the desire to beautify our ideals, our soul, and our work. The most effective beautiful feature of our lives is our religion which perfects our whole life. The beauty of the Catholic Church's liturgy and worship has drawn thousands into her fold and produced myriads of saints. Surely, everywhere we look, there is limitless beauty, stretching enticingly before us and saying. Be happy, foe this is a beautiful world.” Reaching Margabetta Beers. '36 In a garden close an orchid stands And reaches out with tapering hands As if to touch a far-flung star And bring it here where paupers are Whose souls are dead to unreality. Youth’s Possession Wuhin the fragrance of a rose There hides a muted rapture. As in a lover's heart there glows A fragrance only youth can capture. The Sanctuary Lamp Jeanne Toi bn. '36 Oh. how proud it makes you feel To know you guard the Sanctuary And for the Lord supply company. When the lurking shadows steal And hide the visitors that kneel At the rail and pray reverently— Oh, how proud it must make you feel To know you guard the Sanctuary And the One who our hearts doth heal Do you think when you hang silently Guarding your place so vigilently’ Or do you talk peacefully to God? Oh, how proud it must make you feel! Utopia Ecajne McIntosh. 36 Nature awakens glorious with a blush. And the earth is suffused with beauty everywhere: Sun-drenched land is tranquil, void of rush, Dainty butterflies flutter thru the air; There is no confusion, only a hush; Lovely slender stems sway with blossoms fair; A melodious brook; and peace supreme— This is my Utopia-like dream. Stood Listening In The Quiet Of The Moonlight Kathleen Ueser, 36 It was the type of night one looks forward to all through the winter and spring: a warm, balmy June evening that makes one think, if she is young, about romance; or if one is old, of happy days and nights that are still held in the memory as all lovely things are. A youth paused on the tree-covered hill looking down into the valley. Tall, broad shouldered, slim, a youth who fitted into the June night as if he were a part of it. At the least stir of the wind or the rustle of the leaves, he turned to peer about him. He was awaiting someone; perhaps it was a girl—as man has waited for woman all through the ages. Did the rustling of the trees being to his mind the rustle of her skim as she ran to meet him, or the stir of the breeze remind him of her sigh when she was weary? Maybe he was comparing the black night to her dark hair or the moon to her sparkling eyes. An hour passed He began to realize that she would not come. My heart ached for him, as he stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight. The Empty Hall Mamie Zucammo. ’36 The hall is still: no step is heard, A mystic silence grips the air. The shining walls bear not a sword. The laugh is gone, the seats are bare. This once was filled with happy ring Of merry revelers, food and wine. While minstrels gay would play and sing. The royal hosts would stately dine. The kings have died and left their place; Their thrones have crumpled into dust. We cannot see one laughing face. The empty hall, too, soon will rust. Egypt Genevieve Lynch, ’36 I read a book the other day. In which I wandered far away To lands where lovely infants play, With pyramids and bits of clay. I Didn’t Mean To Mamy O’Shaughnessy. ’36 She looked at me with large grey eyes. She hadn't meant to tell those lies. Her tiny hands were clasped so tight. She'd try again with all her might. Sadly then a prayer she said. And slowly climbed into her bed. She sighed, I’ll try to do what’s right. She kissed me then, and said goodnight. Star-Directed Florence Salzl. '36 Three Wi semen trod thru the darkening night On camel eager to cover ground. They tried to keep the wondrous star in sight. At last a stable poor they found Wherein the new-born Babe did lie. the King of Light. With folded hands they knelt; His praise they told And offered gifts of incense, myrrh, and gold. Grey Eyes Hei.en Ryan, 36 Grey eyes, twinkling and alluring. Large and impressive, blithesome, all-enduring; Grey eyes, seeking life’s goal. Mysterious and intelligent— They pierce one's soul. Twilight Betty Girlinc, 36 A pink-blanketed sun was put to bed; —Sky bid goodnight with helitrope and red; God tucked it in and turned out the light; A silent world softly slept. It was night. Lonely Traveler’s Call Jeanne McGlynn, 36 I heard it on a lonely night. And felt the need to rise To follow Him through peace and flight. And drown those pleading cries Of earthly things, that were so small. That seemed so trivial and light. I heard this lonely Traveler’s call And started forth to view the Tabor sight. Days of Long Ago Elaine La Pause, '36 As I walked in a garden filled with ghosts. I talked to a gallant and his lady fair. As I walked in a garden filled with ghosts They crowded around me, a legion of hosts. But of all the people gathered there I liked best the gallant and his lady fair As I walked in a garden filled with ghosts. Vanitivia Flora Mae Roth, 36 Every step the young miss took was a mental misery Her growing annoyance was a mystery to me. She stopped, she peered around, then she straightened up hastily. I know she would have run like a fleeing deer if her French-heeled slippers had permitted her. No one was paying much attention; I wondered if I dared tell her. Then I did. Shocking but true, a hole in her stocking was the cause of her mortification. With what self-confidence she tripped almost gayly down the hall! How anyone dressed so shabbily could be so well poised was incredible. Even in her eyes there shone a secret joy. Himsy silk underwrir encased her lithesome figure. Oh. the joy of those pretty undergarments! They made up for a world of heartbreaks. Walking sedately along the busy thoroughfare I saw her approach. My heart leaped at the thought of a smile from her. I already saw myself doffing my hat in response to a word of greeting I was almost opposite her, my face already suffused in a smile. Then suddenly the smile froze and my rising hand dropped; she had passed unseeing The window mirrored my lady fair and she was too engrossed in self-admiration to see me. The Hall of Dreams Betty Jones, ’37 In a gondola of silver and ice-green Enveloped in dazzling tortoise-blue sheen Is the alluring, blithe, wee fairy queen. Clear, crystal oars her sea-nymph dips As dainty ambrosia and nectar she sips. All dressed with amber splashed with rust, The elfins toss her silver dust. Overhead stirs the blush pink canopy With the wistful breeze of a sapphire sea. Soon this lustrous barge floats to its rendezvous. An emerald castle of dreams studded with dew,— This is my exquisite hall of dreams. Halls of Beauty Lots Goodwin. ’37 Sanctuary of Love Marguerite Shea. '37 Silvery orchids in a crystal bowl, Cobwebby lace in a pattern rare. Buttercups topping a grassy knoll. Lithe, stately deer in a pair, And infinite peace in my soul. White caps of courage o’er a blue sea, A sunset of coral and gold; Silver and green is the crest of the lea, As dim purple shadows unfold, And deep, lasting joy is within me. A cheery, crackling fire. Smiling portraits on the wall, Grandma, kind and gentle. Sewing for my doll; Jackie playing marbles. Dad in his Morris chair. Everything so peaceful. All so free from care—Home. Corridors of Glory Helen White, 37 The stately pines on the highest hills Are giving glory to God. The meekest violets in the heart of the woods Where only the animals trod; The wandering vines on the ground that worm Their way to their Maker's call; The gurgling streams and the waving fern. All give God glory in Nature’s hall. Grandmother’s Hall Catherine Lyons. '37 I remember the hall in grandma's house: There. stood a quaint umbrella stand That came from a far-away land. The broad, winding staircase, Whereon ladies gowned in lace Trod lightly to a gala affair. Without a single care— I'll always remember in grandma's hall. The Dream Hall Mary Jane Donovan, ’37 There rose before me such a beautiful hall of delicate pink and turquoise blue that I think some fairy must have duped with magic tea my sleepy eyelids. Lulled by the soft, captivating strains of a harp. I spun my web of golden dreams. From under a rainbow archway I looked out onto a mysterious world while a waning moon and a million stars glittered in all their glory. Beyond the arch was a silvery lake upon which gondolas floated dreamily. Fairies sang exquisite songs and ran their tiny fingers through the still waters as little elves moved the boats slowly onward. On the shores of golden sands dainty nymphs skipped in magic circles. Near them, gorgeous-tailed peacocks strutted proudly about the strand The moon slipped behind an airy cloud and all was hidden from view. Such peace and calm I shall never know until my fairy godmother will bring me again to my enchanting Hall of Dreams. Woodland Shrines 1-0IS GoonwiN. '37 I walked the fragrant, dewy path . The cool, damp hemlock near my cheek. And o’er the misty stenciled ferns I heard our Saviour speak. The leaves still trembled from the rain. The sky seemed cool and clear, A songbird twittered from his nest. And God was near. And ever I'll remember, A garden damp from rain When in a lovely hour, I was born again. A A Leafy Bower Anna Mary Healey, '37 As I wandered down :he lane of heavy scented trees, I cam? upon a cluster of honey-laden bees Whose nectar was stolen from the wildest of -lower Whose petals were decked with dewdrops from showers Overhead the larks were singing; A we heard the church bell ringing, I hurried from this lovely hall To adore the Maker of it all. Arthur’s Hall Helen Rocheeord. '37 — ___... -.picnaot untold. Gallant knights of the table round Toast to Elaine, their queen uncrowned. Stately lord and jeweled ladies Add color and mirth to the gaieties. Blast of trumpet and banners high flung Announce new quests which the knights have won A Hall of Light Betty Lou Hodel, '37 I know of a dark winding hall Within an old Spanish lighthouse. It stands remote, deserted, away from all Many a time the white-haired keeper Must have climbed that curving stair To place a light for the sailors' way Warning them of danger there. I can't help but wish this hall Could be given the power of speech So that its tales, the world might reach. Wisdom’s Shrine Miriam Quinn. '37 Some would play a whole life through And never know a care or pain; And of others, some would live to eat. Still others seek naught but gain And finding—grieve. All seek here for happiness; Each follows his own poor way; Yet each will find only discontent. While love of self holds sway, Joy is brief. Nature’s Dialed Court Mary Markell, ’37 I looked at the most fascinating hall I have ever seen. Nature’s Court of Beauty. Here I watched the Pageant of Nature dialed through the seasons. In the first scene I saw squirrels scampering over t c snow an. frisking up tree trunks. Then there were tiny pussies pushing their way out from brown inNW« up iter irunn inm mere were uny pussies pushing tneir way ty afro the cold mud. chuck hurtled past and dived into its burrow. In a boggy spot purple-streaked hood drifted white with The first bursts of green on the trees were soon lost in clouds of bloom. There ett Df the cherry, daisies; meadows golden with buttercups; and rolling woodlands gorgeous with ,he, m . , r v,dside and tangled Fall brought a final burst of colorful beauty. The golden and purple asters made t e fence comers glow with loveliness. Wind began Nature then settled down to neutral tints of gray and brown; and finally ,e orf ’ the hard stubble fields and shake unmercifully the leafless branches. to sweep Sylvan Aisles Ann Althofk, ’37 ‘Neath the arch of the great oak tree, 'Neath the hall by the sunlit mm. The willows bend their leafy arrm; The poplars, too, add their graceful charms. The tiny rosebuds cling unto Stately trees with their silver dew; The poppies bowing to and fro Give Nature's abode the richest glow. The Hall Mysterious Maribeth Hallokan, ’37 Beauty’s Lure Catherine Mii.let, '37 A dazzling roof of azure blue. Twinkling stars of crystal true, A Moor of jade kissed by dew. Edged with lilies and roses too. Songbirds gay calling to their mates. Gnarled old oaks tall and straight, Tis Nature’s Hall of which I sing. A bit of heaven is this pretty thing This hall in mystery is shrouded; With ancient lore and antiques, crowded. From sinister shadows in the hall Ghostly voices seem to call. The snake-like arms of Chinese gods Wave about in a grotesque dance. Why did I pick this deathlike hall Which grows worse as night shades fall? Woodland Memories Hki.kn FmoBRAi.o, '37 I wandered thru a forest glade, Damp with morning dew; There were trunks entwined in a gnarly braid And Mowers of brilliant hue. I heard the splash of a woodland stream. Bubbling its silvery way; I saw the sun cast a golden gleam Upon the birds at play. The woodbine laced thru a sylvan den Laden with mossy ferns; The gentle breeze filled the Mowry glen With the fragrance of the wood. Hall of Thought Marguerite Shra. ‘37 The massive doors swing open on a long corridor. An old grey-haired man rocks back and forth in an armchair. Seated at a piano, his fingers running idly up and down the keys, a composer searches for inspiration. A poet stands motionless, absorbing the tranquil beauty of a sunset. A student, with piles of books and furrowed brow, strives endlessly for knowledge. An engineer works with never tiring pencil over miniature lakes and bridges. He dreams of producing a masterpiece of construction. A child, wide-eyed with wonder, watches the builder of bridges. A kindly faced philosopher with weary world-wise eyes studies the little child hoping to find in him the key to truth. Down the long and shadowed hall in countless tableaux, man, through the priceless legacy of conscious thought, seeks to throw off the bondage of the ages and to find his way at last to truth and beauty. Hall of Books Hhi.kn Bartmelme, '37 The enormous oak doors unfolded, and our eyes fairly feasted on the beautiful imaginary scenes ot bookland. Pretty Meg, vain Amy, and sweet Beth are laughing merrily at boyish Jo hanging from a branch of an old walnut, with her long soft brown hair dangling. There in the comer are ragged Huck Finn and mischievous Tom Sawyer playing marbles. Nearby is Rebecca in a blue gingham, chatung gayly to attentive old Mr. Cobb and reciting snatches from one of her poems. In another corner Captain Silver, with a sassy green parrot perched on his shoulder is hastily digging a hole with Jim standing close by. At a little distance is Anne Shirley with carrot-red braids, pinning an amethyst brooch to her dress. Picking a precious moth from a leaf is light-haired Einora, the girl of the Limberlost. There is David Copperfield carrying Barkis' message to Peggoty. Curious Alice in Wonderland is watching the argument between Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and Wee Willie Winkic is listening very attentively to Coppy's explanation. All by himself, in a corner, is Penrod gazing wistfully at his dog, Duke. Suddenly the oak doors creak and shut with a loud resounding bang. In The Borders of Peace Nadean LtnuY Is it the laughter of children we hear? Is it the teakettle’s humming, Or the drone of the spinning wheel, Or the chime of the ancient clock? Perhaps it’s the splash of the sprightly fish Or the purr of the sleepy cat? Maybe the rustle of the leaves outside Or the tender sigh of the wind? ■TTfcTn AM Voices of Spring Mary Jane McDonald. '37 laughing little taindrops. Dancing leaves upon the trees, Baby buds awakening everywhere. Grass blades sparkling in the Songbirds blithely singing Their first real song of spring,— All give a joyous welcome To every living thing. Isle of Peace Margaret Korbisjika. '37 Bits of Loveliness Patricia Cavanaugh. '37 Bits of azure blue entice; Bits of crystal gleam like ice; The golden glints of the sun; Haines dancing in their fun. Huge pillars towering 'mong the trees. Little ponds blue as seas,— Nature has them all In her woodland hall. Gold and silver will buy foe you All earthly comforts, it is true; But happiness it does not bring. And only happy hearts can sing. Exploring tales of gallants bold May bring joy and glee untold. But when your duty to God is done Peace and calm are refused to none The Hall of Fortune Marguerite Berg. ’37 Is it the colors in the hall of fortune That make life brighten and hearts entune? Is it the light with glory bright Remindful of God and all His Might? Is it bright silver and yellow gold That only for joy his heart he sold? Is it the call of danger to me White as the caps of a stormy sea? Is it the glow of honest toil That lights the lustrous Hall of Fortune? Enchanted Hall Patricia Cavanaugh. 37 In the glimmenng moonlight rose a hall of archways covered with climbing roses. Enticing music floated in the air and made the place seem enchanted. Under this beautiful colonade two people stood near a marble bench. She was dressed in a hop skirt sprigged with green A spiderly lace clung around her arms and shoulders. Her dull copper hair was filled with flecks of gold and fell in shapely curls around her smiling face that shown in the pale light. He was tall and dark and wore a red mandarin's robe with long flowing sleeves embroidered with great gold dragons. One could hardly discern his face, but his black satin hair gleamed. The moon went behind a cloud. Was it—? Oh! 1 can’t see. Ah, the moon is bright again. But where are they? My enchanted place is gone. The music has stopped and I am alone in the garden. A Curio Shop Iasrraine Milan. '37 As I stood under the sign of the Green Parrot with bright glassy eyes, I felt a strong impulse to enter the heavy carved door of a long hall-like room. A gentle eyed, gray haired old lady, dressed in soft lavender with filmy, ivory lace at the throat, dusted her curios with a loving touch. She opened a drawer of a red-lacquered Chinese cabinet and shook out a Spanish lace shawl svith flaming roses, yellow-canaries and black fringe. On the top of an antique chest stood a squat, china Buddha in a regal purple robe bearing a jeweled crown upon his et black hair. A dainty tea set of Havlin china and sun-baked Indian pottery were exhibited on a spindle-legged, walnut table. A miniature totem pole carved with many grotesque figures of hideous faces and forms stood in a dark recess in company with a life-like, coiled reptile with long bony rattles. A pair of clumsy wooden shoes presented a representation of Holland; and glazed, ornamented vases of Bavaria. A stuffed peacock with queenly grace seemed to preside over the whole room. This was, indeed, a place rightly named—Curio Shop. Hall of Mystery Margaret Theisen, ’37 On a spear-shaped hill stood a lonely pine, With its boughs bent low and bare. The cold north wind loudly howled and whined As the night crept from her lair. Hie whipping rain from the dark clouds beat; The jagged lightning flashed; The poor lone tree from its kingly seat Was hurled to the earth unabashed. The Mystical Road of Life Virginia Hutchinson, '38 You chink when you look at a highway Of the wonderful highway of life. If you would not fall near a byway, You must keep to the road in life. The vehicles that hold to their lane Are the good of this troubled world; With courage they move, but with high disdain For the reckless that by them are whirled The (lashing, shining, swift, new cars Are the children tripping on. Their worries still in the stars. Their joyousness but begun. The wagons are the old folks; Their cares are almost o’er; They hobbled along with bended heads Prepared for the Evermore The trucks, as they jog along the road. Are the middle-aged, you say. Who hit every bump in the road As they jog along life’s troubled way. The Primrose Path Florence Schagkl, '38 A white lattice gate twined with pink roses ushered me inco a beautiful primrose path, where I felt myself lifted into real dreamland. The sun's golden rays gilded the blosson-strewn path. The tulips peeked through their red and yellow bonnets down at � he rainbow-colored fish. The fountain adorned the clear blue water of the pool with crystal sprays. A bluebird and an orange-breasted oriole were perched on a bough of a huge oak tree watching the beauty of it all. The sweet scent of apple blossoms added much to the loveliness of the path. Bordering the path was a row of primroses surrounded by bluebells which looked very dignified beside the soft velvet pansies Near the mesh hammock were scattered petals from the lovelv carnations and the pink and white asters. Bordering the gate was a patch of hollyhocks. As I left this haven I thought there was nothing more enjoyable chan a pleasant stroll down my beautiful primrose path. Book Trails Dorothy Weides, '38 If you follow the trail of books, You’ll spend many a happy hour. Keep to the trail of good books. Watch for the band from the tower. The trail leads to a book town Where you'll meet your character friends. You'll recognize them as Beth or Jo, Perhaps you'll meet Red Chief, or even Ivanhoe. The book path is a happy one If you chance to meet it right. When you watch and follow closely. You can scale its lofty height. If you wish to gain more knowledge In the contentment of cosy nooks. You will ne'er obtain it better Than along the trail of books. The Rocky Way Rosemary Gehrey. '38 Lustily shouting from wagon to wagon, pioneers begin their journey over the vast, unknown way. Caravans trail over parched plains. Finally after many days they gaze upon seemingly close mountains bristling with towering pines. The rush of waterfalls greets their ears; abysses and chasms yawn below them; rough crags tower above as they weanly climb to dizzy heights. Their loads become cumbersome as they travel on over rugged trails, or again through pine-scented forests where they camp at eventide. The paths through the mountains are treacherous, for one slight misstep might send the travelers hurtling to certain death on the rocks below. All the splendor of the West myseriously blooms before them. Tiny children peer from between the tom canvas flaps, for they cannot believe they have really arrived At last the Promised Land has been reached and all past worries drift into oblivion while the pioneers look forward to a bright future. The Magic Path Mary Corrinf. Carter The crystal rays and golden showers Spangle a dell of bnght-hued flowers; And naiads blithe and gay Play in the glen of sunbeams, On a rosebud's dainty spray. The glory of the rainbow new Makes a labyrinth of brilliant hue Playing on Beauty's magic trail. Book Trekking Lorraine Scmoenecker, 38 I've roamed the van green fieldi afar, and rode across the great wide plains; I've climbed to the top of mountains and looked upon villages below; I've visited the land of fragrant cherry blossoms, and that of rice and tea; I’ve ridden in bouncing, bumping rickshaws. I've traveled on the camel’s back, and drifted in a gondola; I've seen the Basilica of St. Peter in Rome, the ruins of the ancient Roman Forum, the Rheims Cathedral in France, and the famed Westminster Abbey in England. I’ve knelt at the altar of l xirdes, the place where the sick are healed; I've seen the snowcapped mountains of Switzerland. The suburbs of New York have known me, and the farms of the great Northwest. I’ve been to all these storied places—but only in books. The Road to Success Margaret W urges, ’38 The road to success is a trying one, And a hard road to follow along; And its hardships are no use denying; It's the road where many throng. Few reach the goal they strive for. Lacking the patience that goes with work; Make happiness and cheerfulness your daily chore, Then your duties you will never shirk. Aim high, lest you go the halfway; Of the trail of the slacker beware; His ways may be light and gay, And his path with never a care. Do not expect profit without labor, Is the advice given more or leu; Never let hard work make you waver. On the road that leads to success. Voices of The Woods Sparkling, tinkling, gliding. Merrily winding its way, The silver, speckled river Flings a crystal spray. The blue water sparkling. Glides to the wide lagoon Where the blue-green water Dances before the moon. The Gypsy Trail Lorraine Engblking, ’38 Gypsies are a colorful group. Red and green and gold. And they sing as they troop When they carry a heavy load. With their white teeth gleaming, Their raven locks streaming. They lift their voices as they sing Light as birds on the wing. Skirts swish, colors flash. Gay laughter, cymbals crash— AH these gypsy nature show When along the road they wend so slow Their home is the gay woodland; They make it a fairy land, Mixing colors with the green of the brush, Disturbing the sepulchral hush. The gypsies now have gone. Vanished like mists in the dawn; But the forests still ring With the farewell song they sing. Dorothy Mary Weides, ’38 Have you ever heard the voice of the woods whispering through the trees? It sings its songs to flowers, trees, birds and bees. I listened in the woods one night. An amazing beauty of tone I heard. The voice was whispering with the trees, as it rocked the flowers to sleep; the voice was soft and sweet. One moonlit summer night it was singing ever so sweetly. The flowers nodded their tiny heads, the grasses were wet with dew. The green leaves watched and listened with curiosity to the softness of the voice. The breeze seemed to whisper. Pleasant dreams, to the flowers that slept below It told me the secrets of the woods, of the flowers and of the trees. I learned the language of the breeze and heard the stories of the woods Then quietly the dawn crept in and birds began anew and the flowers smiled as they sang. Through the day and night this voice is heard. Moonlight Trail Madonna Hogan, '38 The silvery trail on a moonlit night Ii ligh'el w.th a magic, exquisite light. Little fairies that twirl and dance Have led us to this magic trance. Gazing on this spot, it seems To be filled with dancing, misty moonbeams This is the scene we find without fail When we visit each eve, the moonlight trail Road to Calvary Eunice Sciiiede, '38 On to Calvary! On to Calvary!” Rang the piercing cry; And Jesus pushed on by a furious crew Uttered not a sigh. Women of Jerusalem wept, Mary, one amongst them. While on their faces cold sweat crept. The Jews, on Calvary, hanged Him. We add thorns to His crown And try out, Crucify Him! And push Him on to Calvary's mound When we do sin against Him. But let us help to bear His cross And not be one among them Who suffered an immortal loss Because they crucified Him. kv : Gold Fish Ways Mary Jane Knaeble, ’38 My gold fish is a graceful pet With dainty ways, please don't forget. He swims and darts through crystal towers And plays with silver stones for hours He leaves a trail of bubbles small That twist and turn then slowly fall. He has the bowl all to himself But for one tiny red-stone elf. The Trail of Classes Dolores Schiirkr. 38 Nice little freshman. Sitting prim and shy. Feeling very awkward. And not knowing why. Big little sophomores. Recalling their first day. Tease us and plague us. All along the way. D.gnified juniors, So stately and tall, Wish thev were seniors. And could know it all. H'gh and mighty seniors. Find it doesn't pay. For they must be models Of dear old S. M. A. My Dream Trail Anna Marie Mandile, '38 My eyes grow dreamy and the walls change to trees that draw me from my chair to the mystic depths beyond Soon the trees thin out and open up before me a narrow winding path, laden with heavily perfumed daffodils, crisp gladiolas, and beautiful colored chrysanthemums. Their sweetness and freshness lure me on, and as I pick my way through the flower-carpeted path, my attention is arrested by a peculiar sight. A wee footprint is embedded on the soft earth before me. It is but faintly discernible, but it is unmistakable. Who was the mysterious person who had found this Utopian trail before me? On closer observation I recognize the dainty footprint to be that of a moccasin. An Indian maid? Probably; she might have sought this as a haven from her oppressing cares. As I look around I realize why. The graceful trees, extending their lacy fingers, provide a refreshing coolness from the sun overhead, and the misty dew that lingers cn the scented foliage, would lure even the most practical minded. A glimpse into this fairy land, only a glimpse, but what a memory—lingering, cooling, refreshing Fairy Lane Mary Hughes, '38 At the witching hour As thtse eager little rlfinen played. By the pink rose bower Fairy music filled the glade Where the fire-flies light up the glen. And dancing feet in the elfin light There appeared ’mong dainty bluebells Brought pinkest rosebuds fluttering down Some tiny elfin men. Till the blush of dawn chased away the night. Success Patricia Kolb, ’38 Success isn't a matter of money. Fame, applause or self pride. It's not what the world credits us with— It's what we are inside That really means success. Who cares if the world hails us As a hero of notable fame? If it's not obtained by self-effort It isn't success that we claim. It's just a title, an adopted name. Gypsy Trails Mary Shallbetter, ’38 As a gypsy travels down his path of carefree living, he notes and enjoys the scene around him. His wanderings lead him to many places, places that only a wandering gypsy could find, places of rare beauty. The time when the gypsy is happiest of all is autumn. The forest is gloriously arrayed in beautiful colors. Freshness of the autumn flowers is almost a part of his heart. He enjoys nothing more than to sit by a quiet stream where the woodpecker beats a tattoo, and where he can cast his line into the cool waters to wait for the silver trout. As the gray mist of evening settles over the gypsy camp, the men strum on their guitars while the women, in bright red skirts and yellow bodices, dance to the strains of soft music that echoes through the forest. Their clear voices ring loud and carry far into the stillness of the evening. Soon darkness falls, and the fire becomes only a smouldering heap. One by one the gypsies steal to their covered wagons where they slumber until the rosy dawn shines again into their dark faces. The Trail of The Silver Ship Iasrrainf. Hnt.fi.kino, '38 Silver ship riding the waves on high. Slithering through soft fleecy clouds. Slipping softly as fathomless mystery shrouds. The ship hears cobalt waters sigh. Silver tinted, rosy at the tips, Limned against the sun, it dips And sways, as the dancer does When dancing to music he loves. Silver, sharply outlined 'gainst flaming sky. Is tossed by angry waves on high And buffeted by swirling, surging foam. Quelling thoughts of home. Silver ship turned to lusterless gray Panting, it lies in a peaceful bay. It never loses its silvery hate. But grandly moves in a silvery maze. In The Wake of Smiles Eileen Frederick. '38 When merry-hearted people pass Others on the street. They leave a trail of gladness That makes happiness complete. For a smile and not a tear More often than we know Spreads tiny rays of cheer Into the hearts of woe. To A Sophisticated Daisy Angela Gargas, '38 Sophisticated Daisy, Head held so high. Do you ever notice What’s up in the sky? Sophisticated Daisy, Tell me I pray, Do you ever kneel When your night prayers you say? Sophisticated Daisy, I dare say You have an unusual Sophisticated way. Sophisticated Daisy, Someday you'll die; Then you’ll regret You're no better than I. Trail to Fairy Land Eunice Scsuf.be, '38 Down a wide steep trail To a mossy glen And where the moon shines pale There live wee fairy men. They dance, they laugh, they joke These merry fairy folk. They play, they shout, they sing And to you happiness they’ll bring. Little Friends Joan Flaherty, '38 On a mo � covered path That leads through the giem We steal in hopes of meeting Some woodland friends. These shy little wood folk— Darting here and there, In and out among the trees Have never a worry or care. Meadow Flowers Kathleen Britt, '38 The sweet meadow flowers, Colors gay and bright. Help to turn our hours From sadness to delight. Just Trails Gloria Warren, '38 There are trails that lead us far. There are trails that lead us near; But the trails 1 tread the most Are the trails that lead to cheer. And a trail that leads to cheer In the days that I will roam, Is the trail I love the best— The trail that leads to Home, A Naughty Trail Marian Williams, 38 A naughty little finger print Gavr us a wee little hint! Told is how the pumpkin p«e Left the pantry, on the sly! B FRESHMEN CLASS Top Row: Betty Stieger, Lorraine Domber Third Row: Kathleen Britt, Helen Morrissey, Helen Junghaur, Marguerite Burke Second Row: Marian Williams, Betty Franceschina, Marianne Hermes First Row: Joan Flaherty, Gloria Warren Listeners Spring B Freshmen, ’38 Pale green buds! Fuzzy gray pussy willows! Orchid crocuses! Rain in gentle, slanting points and frothy white clouds. A robin's trill and a Jennie Wren carrying a wisp of dry grass in her bill, a flash of blue against a white sky, a wee wiggly angle worm, new green grass, the clop, clop of the trimming shears, the fragrance of warm mother earth, pretty Easter bonnets, tall slender lilies, shining new cars, gay shop windows, yellow chicks and pink flush bunnies, marbles and tops, roiling hoops, O'Leary, bicycles, roller skates—all this interpret Spring. Ah, yes. spring in all its newness, its gay raiment, its joyous laughter and happiness with its promise of new hope and new life—Spring! Betty Franceschina, ’38 Young freshmen hark to sophomore; And are soon filled full of fears Of wild forboding tales, which are Found not to be. in later years! They are listeners. But sophomores cater also To juniors who precede them all. And seniors to the world must go And harken to its beckoning call They, too, are listeners. The Dog I’d Like Helen Jungbaufr. '38 At Night Marianne Hermes, ’38 I should like to have a pet And I know the dog I’d get— One that jumps and barks And leaves small muddy marks! He would be a frisky fellow Not too short and not too yellow! Shaggy and rough, not afraid to run! That’s my idea of a dog that's fun! The stars come out 'most every night Shining like diamonds in the pale moonlight. Making a blanket of blue and gold— A priceless treasure that none can hold! The moon's face is pleasant and large and round As he smiles down upon us, hue on the ground. The stars twinkle and sparkle and dance in delight— As they lend their wee rays to brighten the night. To Our Advertisers To you, whose patronage has meant the publication of the 1935 Dayesye, we the listeners, entering the moonlit door” of business and development, give our gracious thanks. Realizing the sacrifices that have been necessary to comply with our requests for ads, the publishers of this yearbook are most indebted to you for your generosity. To make you feel that your support has been justified, we will knock on the Doors of Attention to attract others to patronize you: throng the staircases leading to your stores and offices; and tell the world that you are our benefactors. To you, our advertisers, we pledge our sincere and steady co-operation. Rita Newberg The New 1935 Miracle Ride STUDEBAKER CHAMPIONS • •« OTIS F. HILBERT CO. WHOLESALE Dictator 4 Door Sedan $875 Commander 4 Door Sedan (with trunk )$1198 President 4 Door Sedan (with trunk) $1544 Poultry, Butter, Eggs, Veal, Cheese, Lard, Shortening Oil, All Varieties of Frozen Fruit, etc. Studebaker Sales Co. of Mpls. 1426 Hennepin Avenue Call MA. 3471 Finest Produce House this side of Chicago We Solicit Your Butanes 419 Second Ave. N. Geneva 3304 There is a hat for every personality and purse at SINCE 1890 JUSTIN’S THIELEN PRINTING CO. 80 South Ninth Street 908 Second St. N. E. Prices 5.00 and 7.50 Original Models $15.00 and upwards FOOD CARTER’S GUILD PEANUT BUTTER A Quality Food Name to Strictly High Grade Remember. Sold by Grocers Manufactured and packed by Who Give You Service. CARTER COFFEE CO. MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. You’ll Find Recipes on Most Food Guild labels —•— - ■ 68 DeSOTO creamery PRODUCE CO. Complete Line BUTTER — EGGS TURKEYS — DUCKS - GEESE CHICKENS Bridgeport 2D I -------------------------------- To the former students of ST. ANNE’S SCHOOL 1935 Graduates of St. Margaret’s CONGRATULATIONS EVERY NOONTIME PARISIENNE LUNCH A breath of Peril in The Cwrtit RetUurent... Tempting Conti nentel Diihei... in en amazing iniy of variety end excellence 55 The CURTIS HOTEL MINNEAPOLIS The Bakers of HOLSUM BREAD Congratulate the Class of 1933 Compliments of THE H. M. JACOBSON CO. DECORATORS AND PAINTERS 2005 Lyndale Ave. So. RUFF BROTHERS, INC. Dealers in GROCERIES MEATS Ch. 3638 729 W. Broadway Re. 724-4 2700 Lyndale Hy. 9688 Robbinsdale T 69 . —. Congratulations to the Compliment! of 1935 CLASS LORING PARK PHARMACY from 1500 Hennepin Avenue JAMES MIRRAS. J. WEST. STANLEY J. PODLASEK, AND TWO FRIENDS . PATRONIZE • ADOLPH ANDERSEN SHALLBETTER MARKETS LINDEN HILLS 3116 Emerson Ave. N. • Hyland 4226 2325 Emerson Ave. No. • Hyland 0388 CLEANERS AND DYERS Est. 1908 4324 Upton Ave. So. Phone Walnut 0063 Compliments of Minneapolis, Minn First Class Work Only MARNA LEE FROCKS West Broadway at Dupont New Popular Price Frocks Alwayi CALLAN’S Office, DUpont 8012 Res.: 2924 41st Ave. S. Drexel 0421 Dry Goods and Novelties FRED C. MILLER, M. D. 1029 West Broadway 3543 East Lake Street Minneapolis Hyland 8451 FINN’S HOME BAKERY DR. F. S. MEYER Home Mode Poetry and Candy DENTIST Bread • Rolls 812 Medical Arts Building 2203 West Broadway • Minneapolis Minneapolis, Minn. M. L. NOVACK 930 Hennepin Avenue J. B. TOWEY, D. D. S. 815 Medical Arts Bldg. Original Engagement Rings ERNEST S. SWENSON J. J. OYS INSURANCE COUNSELOR 975 N. W. Bank Bldg. 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