St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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

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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.