St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1936 volume:

DAYESYE f ':. � -, -. % oj j nv 4-i MINNEAPOLIS COLLECTION Contents ST. MARGARET’S SENIORS JUNIORS SOPHOMORES FRESHMEN GROUP ACTIVITIES fttf LJ 7 SOI . � V ? 5T Z 3f $C� - Lr i � w£ DEDICATION To the Sisters of St. Joseph we lovingly dedicate the 1936 DAYESYE in commemoration of their Centenary Jubilee; in gratitude for long years of generous service under the guiding patronage of St. Joseph; in soulful reverence for their consecrated lives — prayerful, devoted, self-sacrificing. Phyllis Glorvick i n tr Ifei kw 'imM v3£x ri wM s m FOREWORD V ; 5; God can do all things; with- % out Him we can do nothing. 5 We must cast ourselves into His arms like little children. If we are in the depths of misery, His all-powerful arm can raise us up. What His arm sustains, nothing can put j down; what He abases, noth- j ing can raise up again. ; Wherever we may be on this earth, we are never exiled, never far from the eye of our Heavenly Father. Everywhere He is the witness of our labors and our struggles. Mother Saint John Fontbonne 3%$ v i V.-vJ m ST. JOSEPH The Porte Cochere Beside thy arched walls we dreamed; Life one radiant glory seemed. With resolute hearts we pass thy portal To brave the combat for life immortal. St. Margaret s Hall Unto thy ever-hearkening spaciousness Wc sigh adieu with heart's caress. The music of thy melodious peace Shall to my heart spell soft release. Sr. Cecilia's Hall North View S . Margaret's Hall [” °, r forever ,raced 5 th,S Sp°‘ W,th beduty graced. ll!ylc,lTn cal110 Duly’s « «. Shal1 tcho still in Life’s vast port. Thuruse Hall North Entrance St. Margaret's Hall In sacred trust we leave with thee Our hearts to guard where'er we be, As thou hast blest and shielded all In the sacred precincts of thy ivied wall. Sisters of St. Joseph of Carondelet One century ago a clarion call crossed the crest-tipped Atlantic and sounded its note at the convent doors of the Sisters of St. Joseph in Lyons. Bishop Rosati of St. Louis needed missionary Sisters in his diocese in America. The Sisters of St. Joseph were summoned and responded with eager and enthusiastic hearts. On January seventeenth. 1836, the first little mission band watched the shores of sunny France vanish in the distance and turned hopeful, trusting faces toward America. The Sisters brought with them from France traditions rich in valiant courage, in deep devotion, and in loyalty to duty. The pioneer Sisters of France had known want, hardship, and the terrors of war. Nearly two hundred years before, a small group of eager, ardent young women, in answer to the urgent call of Bishop de Maupas, assembled in the home of Madame de Joux, in Lc Puy for their novitiate training before making vows. On October fifteenth, 1650, in a dimly lighted chapel these young girls consecrated their lives to the service of God as the first Sisters of St. Joseph. On that occasion Bishop de Maupas, handing to the daughters of France a cross said, ''Wear it openly; bear it bravely just as Christ did up anguished heights. Carry it down the ways of pain, into homes of fever, into the warrens of the poor; bear it to far lands. Let it be your oriflame to light you to victory. Mother St. John I-ontuonni .Superior-Genera! of the Sisters of St. Joseph in Lyons, France The cross given the first Sisters of St. Joseph has been their consolation. They wore it openly; they bore it bravely. The little order grew rapidly in its infant years, and by 1778, it had established a firm foothold in many parts of France. It was then that the French Revolution broke out, spreading devastating havoc over the country. At the outbreak of this terrible siege. Mother Saint John Fontbonne, a native of Bas, was appointed Superior of the Sisters in Monistrol. Gracious, capable, and courageous, Sister Fontbonne made an impressive figure as Mother of the order. Straight and firmly did she steer her little clientele, even when the ravages of the Revolution stalked through their ranks cruelly driving them from the convent, forcing them to take refuge at the Fontbonne home in Bas. After two years of clandestine labor the Sisters were discovered by their persecutors and thrust into Mother House of the Sisters of St. Joseph in Lyons the gruesome prison of Saint Didicr. Seven won the crown of martyrdom on the guillotine. After eleven long months of suffering and anguish the Reign of Terror spent its force. Mother Saint John and her companions were liberated to continue their noble work and slowly but steadily repaired the ruin wrought by an irreligious government. The heroic Sister St. John Fontbonne gathered together the scattered flock, lifted again the cross, invoked the protection of St. Joseph, and built anew for France and for the Faith.” To the spiritual heritage left by the Sisters of France, the pioneer Sisters of America added their own invincible courage and undaunted zeal. After forty-nine days on the ocean, they landed at gay New Orleans, journeyed up the river to St. Louis, and began their mission in the Hospital of the Sisters of Charity. Though Carondelet was destined to be the future home of the order in America, the first settlement was established in Cahokia and there the Sisters were treated to their first meal of American cornbrcad. As the annual overflow of the turbulent Mississippi rendered the place unhealthful, the Sisters were obliged to abandon their settlement and move to Carondelet. The first school started with an enrollment of thirty pupils, who paid tuition in the form of wood or provisions. At this time Bishop Rosati required more assistance and appealed to Lyons for Sisters to teach the deaf. Two Sisters were sent but were delayed on the way. Finally, after a tedious journey, they reached St. Louis in September and started the school for the deaf mutes and orphans. As their rough, weather-beaten convent, housing six Sisters, four mutes, and six orphans, soon proved inadequate, a new convent was erected under the guidance of Mother Celcstine, a cheery and lovable person. Rapidly the order flourished and spread throughout the land. As years passed, its convent walls sheltered eager students from snow-sheathed New England to the sun bathed slopes of the rocky coast; from the rolling prairies of the myriad-laked Minnesota and the grain-flecked Dakotas to the balmy South. The order is now widespread and harvesting fruitful returns in twenty-four dioceses throughout the country. Cha e! in the Mother Home of the Sifters of St. Joseph in Lyons. Mother Home of the Sisters of St. Joseph in Carondelet, Missouri St. Jottph't Provmtidldtf St. Pdul. Minn. Province of St. Paul As a steamer plied up the Mississippi 'mid floating ice and landed at St. Paul on November third, 1851, it brought to Minnesota its first Sisters—four Sisters of St. Joseph—whom Mother Cclestinc had sent at the request of Bishop Cretin. The following day, the Sisters were at home” in their first Minnesota convent, a low-framed, two-roomed shanty. The vestry of the log church was soon converted into the first Catholic school room in Minnesota, the embryo of St. Joseph’s Academy. The arrival of two boarders necessitated a one-room addition to the tiny convent. Winter brought with it suffering and hardship. The convent with its paper-chinked walls was none too warm, and the furniture was meager and crude. Colorful blankets of the Indians occasionally seen in the streets were reminders that scalping days were still a dread of the pioneers in Minnesota. Despite the rigors of the first winter, spring brought the roll of boarders to eight and the day pupils filled the vestry as well as the church. Thus the school grew, a second building became necessary, and St. Paul’s first Cathedral became the Sister’s chapel. From these humble beginnings, prosperous institutions grew. Instruction of the Indians was started at Long Prairie and thus fulfilled one of the primary objects of the Sisters’ missionary endeavors in the United States. Some years later two nuns were sent from St. Louis to establish under the title of the Immaculate Conception the first Catholic school in St. Paul’s twin city, Minneapolis. In the year following, three Sisters supervised the district school at Mcndota, occupying the Sibley House, the old home of Minnesota’s first governor. The years that followed pioneer days marked the founding of schools, both for grades and high schools throughout the northern province; they saw the erection of St. Joseph’s Hospital, St. Joseph’s Academy, and the College of St. Catherine in St. Paul; of St. Mary’s Hospital, St. Anthony’s Convent, St. Margaret’s Academy, and the lovely new Academy of Holy Angels in Minneapolis besides parochial schools in charge of the Sisters of St. Joseph. The growing enrollment of Sisters in the order necessitated a new novitiate which was built in St. Paul about thirty years ago. A splendid Provincial House was erected on the adjoining site in later years. Mother Seraphine Ireland was a connecting link, it might seem, between St. Louis and St. Paul. It was in 1860 that Sister Seraphine made her vows and became a Sister of St. Joseph. Soon after her profession she was summoned to St. Joseph’s Academy in Carondclct where she taught until 1868. In that year she X Pane EUvtn was recalled to the Northern province where she remained the rest of her life. She was blessed with a loving, attractive personality kindred to that of her illustrious brother, Archbishop Ireland of St. Paul. She shared his praycrfulness, deep faith, and vision. Hers was a monumental work in the community which she served so long and faithfully. Her burning zeal for souls and her motherly solicitude and executive ability early singled her out for positions of responsibility that she was called upon to assume as superior of the Girls’ Orphanage and as provincial superior of the St. Paul province. St. Margaret's Academy For nearly thirty years have the brown stone mansions on the corner of Linden and Hawthorne been the scholastic rendezvous of Catholic high school girls in the business section of Minneapolis. In 1907, when the city population was spreading southward toward the Lake District, it seemed advisable to open a high school more centrally located. The high school department of the old Holy Angel’s Academy was then transferred to 1301 Linden when a spacious mansion was purchased and opened its doors as St. Margaret’s Academy. Three stately edifices comprise the institution. St. Margaret’s Hall, a brown stone structure, was formerly the McNair residence erected in the early eighties. The numerous fireplaces with their imported tiles and marbles and mirrors, the wide classic stairway with massive banisters, the heavy doors and carved wood work of rosewood, mahogany and walnut; the homey atmosphere of classrooms, the once spacious ballroom now converted into a book-lined library and assembly hall, the devotional chapel where the Eucharistic King welcomes to His Throne Room the frequent visitors of the day,—all these are dear to the hearts of St. Margaret’s girls. Another McNair building of brown stone is the present St. Theresc Hall converted into a class building and commercial department. The classrooms throughout are bright, airy, and inviting. St. Cecilia’s Hall, formerly the old Wilson home, is occupied by the music and the expression departments. Attractive studios, recital hall, office, and practice rooms create an environment conductive to productive effort in both the arts taught here. St. Margaret’s Academy was launched on its career under the able direction of Mother Rosalia aided by an efficient staff of seventeen Sisters. So noble an enterprise was certain to prosper. In 1908 the Academy was accredited with the University of Minnesota, and it is now a member of the North Central Association of Secondary Schools as well. Its graduates are found on the honor roll of success in scholastic, professional, and commercial fields; their names are inscrolled in college, in the musical and dramatic world, in Christian homes, and in religious communities. This year sixty-six graduates will receive diplomas and join the ranks of the alumnae almost 1700 strong. The alumnae is the pride of her school. Its spirit of loyalty and generous service is and ever has been an inspiration to the faculty and pupils of St. Margaret’s. Pane Twelve Faculty Mother Clara Superior, Principal M. A., Columbia University, New York City Religion Sister Hilary M. A.. Columbia University, New York City History, Religion Sister Annetta ft. M., American Conservatory Associate Certificate M. M. T. A. Piano Sister Claudia ft. A., University of Minnesota English, Religion Sister St. Florine M. A„ University of Minnesota French, Spanish Sister Denise ft. .S'.. University of North Dakota Commerce Sister Grata ft. A., College of St. Catherine English, Civics Sister Cos mas ft. A.. College of St. Catherine Art. History Sister Roberta Diploma. American Conservatory Chicago Piano. Harmony Sister Emmanuel M. A.. University of Minnesota Science, Religion Sister Catherine M. A., University of Minnesota l itin, English Sister Cyril ft. S. and M. A., University of Minnesota English, Science Sister Roswitha ft. A., Llniversity of North Dakota Dramatic Diploma. Wellesley College Expression, German Sister Vincent de Paul M. A., University of Minnesota Mathematics, Religion Sister Edgar ft. A., College of St. Catherine English. Library Sister Anita Marie ft. A., College of St. Catherine Commerce. Science Sister Regina Marie Teacher’s Certificate St. fames Academy Grand Forks. N. D. M usic Sister Anne Eugene Teacher’s Certificate St. Joseph’s Academy St. Paul, Minnesota M usic Miss Charlotte Stephens ft. A., College of St. Catherine Sewing, Gymnasium Honors to Mother Clara At a chapter meeting in St. Louis in May, Mother Clara was elected to one of the highest offices of the Sisters of St. Joseph in America. The transfer of Mother Clara from St. Margaret’s Academy to the Mother House in St. Louis, as Mother Assistant, takes from us one of the most distinguished Sisters the St. Paul Province has ever known. She has been connected with convent administration and school work in the Twin Cities for more than thirty years, during which time she has impressed upon thousands of hearts the spiritual radiance of her own beautiful life. Mother Clara has truly lived for the glory of God and the service of Sisters, pupils, and patrons, and wherever she goes she carries with her the affection of those who, in knowing her, have come into closer knowledge of all high and holy things. The love and prayers of many follow her. Minnesota's Heritage Marjorif Hei.tfmes That trail cuts deep the thickly matted ground, Between green, lordly pines skirling blue waters, Where, following the swinging axe. The Sisters of St. Joseph built For Faith a fenceless parapet. When turf turned moist against the northern sky, And resounded, crash of timber as saw turned hot; When hammer-driven pegs bolted upright to fashion homely towns; When tamaracks, close-knit spruce, white birches, and red oaks Handed log-split homes; When still across the evening lake Indian camp-fire smoke Spiraled into reddened skies,— Among the old and new, the vanishing race And the stalwart empire-builders ’ Came the daughters of St. Joseph dreaming of a triumph for Christ. The vision held rock-true. Page Fourteen Senior Officers Mary Agnes Zuccaro, President Associate Editor of The Dayesye A golden mind stoops not to show of dross. Too wire to err. too stood to he unkind. Betty Thomas Girling, V ice-President Twine a laureate wreath ’round her studious mind. But crown her with a diadem for her friendship true and kind. Elaine Frances La Palme Secretary A charming student with gracious ways. The choicest friend you'd ever meet. Phyllis Frances Glorvick, Treasurer Editor-in-chief of Dayesye A perfect woman, nohly planned To warn, to comfort, and command. Frances Ellen Heinz Associate EorroR of Dayesye Bashful, cheer fid. meek and mild. All a woman, yet a child In her sweetness undefiled. Jeanne Marik McGlynn Business Manager of Dayesyl Unafraid of work, unafraid of play. A friendly little senior who always wins her way. Seyuors Glynetta Eileen Beers Quite a parallel to her peer Sympathetic, expressive. sincere. Margretta Irene Beers Forgetting the thingt that are behind. She presses toward the mark. Ethel Elizabeth Budde Always carefree, jolly, and bright, i.the t presence is a happy delight. Mary Elizabeth Busch Mary's happiness is contagious. Marie Ann Carmooy Expressive, friendly, and sincere. Revealing her thoughts without fear. Winifred Curran She’s carefree, humorous, and entertaining. We all enjoy Winifred's company. Betty Currier Teeming with life, bubbling with cheer. Gloom vanishes when Betty is near. Marie Catherine Donnelly Sweetly bright, uncommonly fair. Ever ready to do and dare. Clare Lyle Dorr l.aJy-iike politeness distinguishes Clare. Mary Kathleen Dousette Loving word and loving deed, living aid to all who need. Seniors Imelda Mary Ennen Responsible and business-like m work. Sociable and friendly at play. Ruth Elaine Finnegan Sweeten of the sweet, Neatest of the neat. Bertha Morlky Fox She weighs her reasons long; Bertha’s seldom in the wrong. Helen Geraldine Gaffney Quiet her voice, and quiet, too, her eyes, And sweet her ways of daintiness and grace. Mary Elizabeth Gleason Within her voice, within her mind. Within her heart, a lily fair.” Lois Geneva Goodwin As fair as a lily, as sweet as a rose; Yet fairer and sweeter daily she grows. Catherine Colette Grady In beauty sweet she glides along. Her mind on duty bent, happy and content. Marjorie A. Hbltemes A blend of earnest student And fjithful friend. Honour Evelyn Kappeller Her ways are beautiful. And all her paths are peaceable. Margaret L. Killoran A violet by a mossy stone Hatf hidden from the eye.” Seniors Marion Jeanne Kirkey The best way to hare friends is to be one. Josephine Frances Korbichka With an ardent earnestness in her work And bohemian generality in her heart. Kathleen Mary Lieser Ready for duty, ready for fun. She lives content and envies none. Ruth Eileen Krause Tver willing to help a friend. As sincere as the best have been. Betty Lauohlin A cheerful and good heart is always feasting. Bernadine Lucia Lohmar She was made for happy thoughts, For playful wit and laughter. Ella Barbara Loring In work, earnest eagerness: In play, charming friendliness. Marguerite Ellen Loth Her hands play many instruments: Her smile wins many hearts. 1 Genevieve Frances Lynch Drawing magic in her hand: In her eyes, winsome charm. Leona Marguerite McConville Acting is her pleasure: But winsomeneit. her art. Seniors Margarft Irene McGrath And true the it at the hath proved hertelf. Elaine Margaret McIntosh Elaine't friendly, frank, nncere: She talkt with tente devoid of fear. Harriet Josephine McKinnon Cod flatbed an any.el splendor In this human face. Dorothy Jane Mili.fr Attractive, sweet and thy, A pricelett friend you couldn't buy Margaret Adair Miller Reticent, happy, carefree. A charming personality. Kathleen Rosemond Moeller She will render good and not evil ail the dayt of her life. Dolores Moreau Heart on her lips and toul within her eyet Soft at her clime and tunny at her eyet.' Elizabeth Noonan A genial, magnetic personality. Happy and carefree. Marian Gladys Martin A winning tmile tpark'.et in her blue eyet. Mary Lorraine Mahoney Her acting it an accomplithed art. Rut her cheerfulnett hat won our heart Seniors Mary Elizabeth O’Shaughnessy Her ways are sweet and airy, And dear to us as tight and life, h our sweet colleen, Mary. Priscilla Elizabeth Olson Charming. sincere, and vivacious, Priscilla n always gracious. Mary Katherine Orth V Uh thy keen, clear joyance, ' rtguir cannot be; Sha too' or annoyance never came to thee. Dorothy Mary Peters ' Her thoughts are flocks: Her flocks are thoughts That feed on lilies white. Marion Catherine Peters . 1 smile beneath a cloud. Put heaven had meant it for a sunny one. I? Dorothy Marie Peterson Friendly, polite, and sweet Attractive, dainty, and neat. Isabelle Jewel Pouliot She is a portion of her loveliness Which her art makes more lovely. Janet Isabelle Raiche Affection warm and faith sincere And soft humanity are here. Lorraine Maxine Ranck Sincerity and gaiety in one friendly person. Flora Mae Roth Her ca m. quiet manner and her kind thoughtfulness have been an inspiration to all. Seniors Florence Therese Ruff So unaffected, to rich in mind. So firm, so strong, yet so refined. Helen Letitia Ryan A (harming person with no mean wealth of mind. Florence Margaret Salzl Yea, the Lord of all things hath loved her.” Maxine Sarazin Jolly, frank, and very active. And, I add. quite attractive. Irene Frances Schultz A polite, silent listener, An earnest, happy partaker. Rosemary Seigel Always modest, frank, and true, She's a dear friend through and through. Katherine Jeannf Tolen An earnest student in her (lasses, A queenly associate with her friends. Leora Marie Torborg Attractive by her simplicity. Likeable for her sincerity. Helen Adele Vincent Her gentle ways and sweet sympathy have � on many friends. Marcella Margaret Waloherr Marcella has Titan hair; Her winsomencsf is still more rare. Out of The Abundance of The Heart Pmylus Glorvicx Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaketh, but con-siJer.it ion must be given to the things concealed in these abundances— thoughts cherished and sweet, secrets dark and horrible, hopes and dreams unspoken, for even in a coquette's shallow heart are dreams and thoughts too living and idealized to find just utterance. In the motley crowd of hearts is discernible the exhuberant heart of the maiden who joyously and affectionately gazes at Life with sparkling anticipation in her unwavering eyes. The withering heart of the old man who has incessantly battered at Life’s secure gate finally sees it open to him, only to realize that the sportive hopes of his youthful days lie within deep shadows. The ironclad yet cowering heart of the criminal with its fast dying ember of long-dead honor rankles with hatred and curses this thing called Life. The splendid white heart, aglow with the radiance of spirituality silently and secretly feeds the flame on an altar of ideals. Whether the flames of these heart offerings ascend to Heaven's throne or are ruthlessly rejected, that is the secret, fast locked in impenetrable fastnesses. Birth of A Violet Gi.ynetta Beers Who thought of the violet?' I , snow said. I made up the violet. Stem and each purple head.” Snow made a violet! Pooh! scorned the rain. At each tiny droplet Violets purpled the plain. Winter Etchings Marie Zuccaro It was at my study window That I saw the crystal sight In living hues depicted By the hoarv frost last night. There were a thousand dreamy fancies Running up and down the pane. Flowers, trees, and frosted jewels Woven in a white refrain. A Dream Tower Helen Ryan Oh, thou needle-pointed, flaming mass Of forbidding, silent rock. How calm you lie within a landscape splashed With leagues of bloom and soft green grass! Long ‘ere the Paleface claimed you for its own. Many a hardy soul of the Dying Race scaled Your heights to gaze upon the crimson forest And haunted glades, to brood alone. And your rugged walls, still in splendor gleam, Unchanged with the current of slow drifting years. And on the long, still summer days you glisten A sparkling tower for a sweet woodland dream. Harp Strings E1.1.A Loring As if they are ascending from an angel's wing of dusty gold, the subtle tones float lightly away at the touch of each slender string. These notes are sing ing a song which gently bears me back to an age that is as mellow as their rich, resonant tones. A fair lady peeks from 'neath her sun-shade and walks with dainty feet hidden amidst a cloud of lacy ruffles,—a lady like rare perfume, tantalizingly sweet. Then a gallant gentleman in long-tailed coat and high hat bows to his blushing rose. As they stroll down the flower-bordered path, love and serenity beam upon each countenance. But now they fade into the distance, and my dream is at an end. The golden notes cease; the strings stand mute and still. Pdgt Twfnly thtee My Good Shepherd Frances Heinz I mount the weep and barren mountain Mid jutting point and hollowed groove, Unprecautioned of the danger That surrounds my every move. With fervent love and constant care He leaves His safely-grazing fold. To hound my single straying step And lead me to the pasture of my soul. So Red The Rose Elaine La Palme So red the rose as it hung there, I knew that in one burst of glory I.ove had come. So red the rose as it was plucked From its thorn My heart cried out and sang Of its beauty. So red the rose as it lay in my hand. I fain would have held it for aye. Rut redder still the rose when it gleamed Like a gem in her jet black hair. Trees Honour Kappei.ler As I listened to the willows dripping moisture On the walk outside my window, I thought that they had hearts as well as we; I know that my willow tree must feel. If you have ever seen a poplar Lifting its sturdy arms in prayer, Or pines under the stars dark and heavy With their mystery of forgotten ages. You will not doubt it. Drip. Drip. Theirs is real beauty. Their delicate, silhouettes blur Against the dripping sky. I then thought of silver birches, Bending their slim litheness to cool streams: Of maples, the color of old wine, Against the autumn sunset. I saw dark, spear-pointed spruce trees Against the dark hills And a white moon caught among their boughs Drip. Drip. The steady rhythm of the rain was the only sound In the stillness of the night Like the faint beating of a tom-tom. Fire In The Sunset Marjorie Heltemes She stood among the tall birches, a lithe and beautiful figure. Her wistful eyes, soft as a fawn’s, watched the low flame that burned beneath a huge pot. Hesitatingly, she stirred the embers with a crooked branch. The darkening woods were full of subdued noises.—the soft patter of a dog's feet on the thickly strewn forest floor; a far away call of her brother; the staccato jabbering of red squirrels; the distant chatter of birds. Thin grey smoke spiraled up to red and yellow leaves. Her eyes followed its graceful line until it disappeared in the darkening blue of the evening sky. Birches shone whitei in the gloam; pines assumed an atmosphere of crouching warriors; the tamaracks stood grim. A light, westerly breeze carried to shore the tantalizing breath of fresh water. With one swing Mahica, the Indian girl, lifted a pot from its resting pole, lightly carrying it into the tent. Her bare, brown feet hardly crushed the thick moss which clung to the forest floor. Tonight there was a restlessness about her as she passed noiselessly in and out of the shadows of the forest. She added fresh cut pine to the smoldering Are; the flames flickered, glared blue, then flamed up to a vivid red. Mahica stood silently, gazing out upon the placid waters of the Indian's Mallaca , her own eyes reflecting the crimson glow of the summer sunset. Autumn Margaret Loth Splash of scarlet, a little gold. Everything touched with autumn's cold; Silently the flowers depart. Chilled by frost unto the heart. Memoir Of A Nun Bkrnaimne Lohmar A black-robed figure at prayer in the chapel dim, Has come there to rest and commune with Him; Her hands move over her long, black beads, I.ost in fond and sacred memories. Twas just a hundred years ago today They departed from France on their toilsome wav, Siz brave St. Joseph nuns inspired by God, Six angels of mercy to a land scarce trod. As the years passed on fleet wings, silently First tens, then hundreds, then thousands fearlessly. Filled with a rapturous faith and love. X Offered lives consecrated to their Creator above. Page Twenty-four n ■ -• VSVv-V fe'j Trees After The Rain Eijzabkth Noonan The trees are majestic paintings tonight. Tall and aloof they stand Glistening in the moonlight. Rustling in the shadows. And echoing through the glen. Dew clustered monuments of time, Stately and still they stand. Resolution Low Goodwin 1 11 be like the ocean. Constant and true. White caps of courage Topping off the blue. Silver Trumpets Betty Girling April blew a silver trumpet at dawn. A silver mist picked up her skirts. Rustling them like waking birds. And was gone. The sun rose a trifle timidly. It hesitated on a mountain peak. Then pierced the shadows with saffron fingers Clothing the world with sparkling purity. Tiny velvet petals as soft as baby skin. Trembled on awakening with the silver-weight dew. They shook their tinted tresses and laughed. A new day to begin. The whole silver world was a frolicking fawn, Playing before a woodland pool of silver, Frisking and prancing with regal delight— When April blew a silver trumpet at dawn. Lovely Lady Mary O'Shaughnessy I wandered out into the garden With dew-dipped grass and misty air. A lovely lady was in my garden, And the amber moonbeams played in her hair She stood within an arch of roses; Her gown was decked with orchids rare. In the garden where peace reposes, I found a lovely lady there. The Lilac Line Margretta Beers By a low white gate they stand And cast their purple shade. Within their scented hearts are laid Secrets blown from every land. And lo, each night, in cool and crystal dew Against the velvet dark are hung I .ilars born anew— Etched in stars—star sung. Church Spires Florence Ruff Majestically or humbly all church spires point Heivenward, as fingers of God. They live, symbols of a living Faith. The sun. Midas-like, touches them with his first roseate flush and changes them to brilliant points of gold, glittering, blinking. As the great sun-god pursues his course, he plays his scintillating effects on many spires, great and small. Now he brightens a tiny white spire peeping through the dark tree-tops of a drowsy valley; now he warms a gray spire of the city, yearning towards the skies as if it would transcend the forest of dull steel around it, as if it would breathe, not murky smoke, but Jean, God-given air. Across continents, unconscious of strife and turmoil, the Sun rides on. over the lofty spires of St. Peter’s, Rheims, St. Mark’s, Notre Dame. Then, after the last sacred height has thrilled to the lulling peace of twilight, night comes. Stealthily, as if to take the world unawares, darkness creeps slowly over all, rugged mountains, far-flung plains, roving seas, and church spires. With the moon-glow upon them, the spires are cool, slender needles; overshadowed by portentous clouds, they are awful, silent prayers. There is an intangible charm about them, making them noiselessly alone in the babbling whirl-pool eddying about them. Ttlling of an end immortal, they sing a glorious hymn of implicit faith,—these church spires. Visitor In White Marion Martin The snow fell softly as rose petals; The flakes sparkled like crystals And kissed the once green meadows. Gav flower lets have closed tired eyes. And winter is here. My Rock Garden Mary Dousette A red stone bridge o'er trickling stream, A thatch-roofed cottage on a green, A quaint Dutch mill with fans of gold Amidst the oak trees gnarled and old; Gold hearted water lilies cool Fill with beauty the mirrored pool; Strange village folk in colors bright Watch well my garden morn and night. February Moon Elaine McIntosh Cold sparkling stars turn the snow to jewels On clean white patches of virgin snow; Sheets of shining glass mirror placid pools. Winter! It’s a lovely season to know. The dotted blue of the nocturnal sky And the yellow moon with its soft glow Make us wonder in awe at the power on high. Winter! It’s a lovely season to know. The Sisters of St. Joseph Fiorence Salzl In the peace and serenity of the convent wall Soft voices rise in prayer for all, In prayer for sinners who daily fall; God listen to their fervent call. Page Twenty-five JuLii. The Sanctuary of Solitude Mary Zuccaro A cricket chirps; a grasshopper sings; a friendly bumble-bee drones drowsily about an uplifted buttercup. A tiny titmouse at my feet silently burrows in the dew-drenched earth. Myriads of ants run to and fro, speckling the sandy path, winding indolently before me. High above, the stalwart oaks hold friendly intercourse, with their saddening sighs and wistful words. The latticed branches droop so low as to brush gracefully the grassy tufts of ground. Down a winding slope trickles a scintillating streamlet, catching the twinkle of every dancing sunbeam that gleefully plays on the rippling surface. Black objects dart swiftly back and forth in the silver depths, faster and ever faster in a mad rush downstream. Silence all about me, and yet, it isn’t quiet. Everywhere I look, I see companionship. Nature converses, flower nods to flower, tree caresses tree, and the cricket sings to its lady-love. No human voice or form interrupts this haven of peace. It is the ideal resting-place for mortals, isolated from civilization, out in the open where the wild surge of one’s heart communes with his Creator. Indeed, the awful majesty of God is reflected in every apparently insignificant, microscopic organism as in the king of all created beings—man. The Peace of Love Phyllis Glorvick Ah, peace of love but speak to me And calm my weary, nomad heart. Enter, great Infinity, And to my soul your peace impart— The peace that rules Thy Blessed Home. The peace that fills the guileless child. My seeking heart is loathe to roam And strives to clutch peace undefiled; So while my saddened soul entreats. Breathe forth the peace which Hcav'n completes. From A Roof Garden Lorraine Mahoney Along the west the golden bars Still to a deeper glory grew; Above our heads, the faint few stars Looked out from the unfathomable blue; And the city’s clamorous jars Melted in that evening hue. To A Wild Rose Margretta Beers I found a rose In a vale where no wind blows. Chalice-like its crimsoned cup Hoarded dew for butterflies to sup. Low I knelt, with trembling torch Its fairy-fashioned life to crush. When soft across my face With gentle-glowing grace A breath of perfume blew, And then I knew It would remain there Quiet-fashioned and secure. Rain Moods JCANNE McGLYNN Slashing, drenching, stinging rain Beating relentlessly on my window pane; Tapping, pecking, rapping rain Falling sharply on my window pane; Monotonous, dripping, lazy rain Dropping slowly to my window pane; Icy, biting, cold autumn rain So proud, so haughty, so vain,— Rain resembles our every mood. Little Red Chair Irene Schultz Do you remember the little red chair That baby dragged with him everywhere? Now it stands forlorn in its lonesome place No longer brightened with baby's face. Where has he gone, this baby dear. Whose days only numbered one little year? He has wandered away, only God knows where. But he has left with us his little red chair. Pugc Twenty ux Experimenting with Nitric Acid First Row: Phyllis Glorvick, Leona McConville, Marie Carmody, Jeanne McGlynn. Second Row: Lorraine Mahoney. Mary E. Cullinan, Harriet McKinnon, Elizabeth Noonan, Flora Mae Roth, Helen Ryan. Third Row: Marie Zuccaro, Mary O’Shaughnessy. Dolores Moreau, Ruth Krause. A Tale of H,S Elizabeth Noonan Expert Marie sat at her desk Writing her notes on H:S. A woeful talc it was To our Marie, because She sniffed, and she sniffed. Just as the Guide said; Then she laughed till she cried. For she thought she had died In trying to follow the Guide. Lo! Marie inhaled Hydrogen Sulfide. originality, trains in the acquisition of patience, and teaches intellectual humility. Chemistry transplants the student into a new world dominated by laws heretofore undreamed of. And then, through this recognition of our wonder-world, he is able to comprehend the Creator and see more clearly the relation between the material order and the spiritual. The earnest chemistry student imbibes that unselfish spirit which characterizes all great scientists, thus changing his goal of personal gain to sympathy for humanity. The study of chemistry not only benefits those who pursue it for vocational interests, but in itself, it is a cultural education. Values of Chemistry Flora Mae Roth Chlorine Mary Zuccaro Chcmisty, the science of the transformation of matter, educates primarily in that branch of science. In addition, it offers numerous stimuli to those seeking knowledge in various fields. Since the subject matter in chemistry gives an appreciation of the material, intellectual and aesthetic in nature, it enables one to have a clear mental outlook on life and prompts scientific attitudes in thinking. What fun to go exploring Through lands of Chemistry, To see how chlorine gas is made, From what it is set free. Puf MnOj into a flask, Sprinkle with HCL; Soon a yellow gas appears, And, Oh, how ic does smell! Because he thinks in terms of molecules, the chemist solves the problem of the production of life's three essentials—food, clothing, and shelter. In recent years the science of chemistry has not only dominated the arts and crafts but has advanced the science of medicine. Chemistry not only trains the student in observational skill, in methodical habits, in logical thinking, but it cultivates the imagination, encourages Away it goes to dry itself In H.-SO., Then out to bleach the printed cloth, Through a tiny, tubelike door. Then in and out and all about— See it support combustion. Bacteria die, and metals glow A long story of destruction. Page Twenty-scYcn The Forum Modern History Class Players Richard the Lion-hearted in Fiction and Photo Play, and The Crusades as a Work of Art. Drawings and etchings on this colorful period were also submitted in the contest. The competitive papers handed in showed earnest research, careful organization, and painstaking development. Among the original compositions and dramatizations were Magna Charta, Elizabeth and Mary Stuart, Huey Long in the White House, and Shopping Day. Magna Charta was written by Mary Zuccaro. The characters were portrayed by Florence Salzl, Helen Ryan, Winifred Curran, Phyllis Glorvick, and Mary Zuccaro. This playlet, a combination of poetry and prose, presented the degrading situation of the English peasants brought about by the injustice and brutality of King John. Public opposition, however, forced the domineering king to sign the Magna Charta, a pledge of future security and justice. Modem Europe Up To Now Problems, source study, text-books, and lectures were used in the development of our work in Modern History. In every instance, major topics or units stimulated effort and investigation. That the course might be invested with more meaning and interest, our participation and initiative were encouraged in original playlets, poems, map work, and oral reports on fiction, biography, drama and magazine articles. Throughout the course we interpreted facts in the light of recent affairs, weaving political, economic, and cultural developments into one fabric, thus fixing in perspective a clear picture of the whole historical landscape. An intense interest was shown in the Crusade Contest sponsored by Paramount Pictures. Practically the entire modem history class competed in the contest. Three selective themes were offered, The Crusades and History, Elizabeth and Mary Stuart was the original production of Florence Ruff with Ella Loring, Claire Dorr, Elaine LaPalme, and Florence Ruff playing the parts. The tyranny of Henry VIII, the haughtiness of the good Queen Bess, the insignificance of Edward VI, the complexity of Mary of Scotland, were cleverly presented by the girls. Frances Heinz wrote Huey Long's First Days in the White House, with an extract from Huey Long’s own book for a prologue and conclusion. The composition resulted in a humorous dramatization. Shopping Days was a mirthful skit from the pen of Phyllis Glorvick. Kathleen Moeller. Helen Ryan, Mary Zuccaro, and Phyllis Glorvick enacted the various roles. Clever costumes, racial accents and Christmas rush complications made Shopping Days a true comedy. Paste Twenty eight Problems of American Democracy In our course on the Problems of American Democracy, units of social, economic and political importance were studied as a preparation for responsible citizenship in modern America. The units were designed and carried out in such a way as to equip us with necessary knowledge, correct viewpoint, worthy goats, and broad vision expected of seniors in a Catholic High School. We studied the Encyclicals of Leo XIII and Pius XI as a basis for the proper spiritual evaluation of the activities of the individual in his daily life. We were thus taught to measure our personal responsibility for the uplift of standards and to contribute our share generously as Catholics and citizens. Besides our text book, we were given access to a reference library of recent books dealing with the topics under consideration. In addition to the usual reference books, we made frequent use of the World Almanac, government reports and bulletins, and state reference hand books, besides illustrative and advertising material. Among the current magazines often consulted were America,” Current History,” The Literary Digest,” The Commonweal,” The New York Times,” and local newspapers. To acquaint us with the management of our local government, our class visited a meeting of the City Council. We were treated with every courtesy and gained much valuable information complementary to the recently studied unit on city government. An interesting phase of the year’s work included original class productions, some of which were Immigrants at Ellis Island. the Naturalization of Five Foreign Born, and The President’s Cabinet.” A majority of the class was included in the cast for these. Betty Girling, Betty Noonan, Imclda Ennen, Maxine Sarazin, Jeanne Tclen, Honour Kappeller, Helen Vincent, Harriet McKinnon, Mary Orth, Elaine McIntosh, and Flora Mac Roth played the more important roles. Besides original plays, other dramatizations were Our Daily Bread and My Son Josephus. A scene from the latter is pictured on this page. Another variation of the class work took the form of discussions on pertinent topics. The forums were well handled, and the discussions presented valuable and interesting subject matter. As a useful adjunct to the year’s program, the entire class entered with enthusiasm into the writing of term papers on vital topics such as The Peace Movement, Conservation, Women In Industry,” Reforestation, Woman Suffrage and Irish Missionaries in Europe.” The girls worked long and earnestly over their papers and produced excellent contributions. Cait in My Son Joiephus Diicuifion Group SENIOR TYPISTS HIRST ROW: Hlain LiPilmr. Imvlda Ennrn. I.rorj lorhcTK. Marie Donnelly, Maaine Sarann. Morenco Salal, Honour Kappeller. SECOND ROW Helen Gaffney, Mary Butch. France Hein . Flora Mae Roth. Mary Doutetce, Winifred Curran. Ella l.oring THIRD ROW: Clare l orr. Mahon Martin, Mary Elizabeth Gleaton, Delore Moreau, Kathleen Moeller, Manon Peter . Florence Ruff. BOOKKEEPING CLASS FIRST ROW: Honour Kappeller. Margaret McGrath. Kathleen Moeller. Irene Schultz, Delore Moreau. Florence Ruff. SECOND ROW: Jeanne Kirkev, Margaret Loth. Mary Hutch. Florence Salsl, Leora Torborg. Mary Elizabeth Gleason, Jeanne Tolen. THIRD ROW: Mary Douvette. Elaine La Pa'me. Marion Peters. France Heinz. Margaret Miller. In The Business World The senior typing classes found their work invested with an interest that spurred them on their never-flagging race for the banner of achievement. The most popular feature was the aeroplane race in which Flora Mae Roth and Frances Heinz soared ace high with Imclda Ennen and Dorothy Peters also coming in for happy landings.” Charts and team divisions comprised other experiments. Speed, however, was not the only requisite for favorable marks as style and artistic arrangement were important factors that had to be taken into consideration. In this field Marie Donnelly ranked highest with Florence Ruff following her closely. In the shorthand classes, speed, beauty of form, and accuracy were greatly stressed. Those who starred in all three requirements were Frances Heinz and Mary Busch. Speed demons were developed in the persons of Leora Torborg and Imelda Ennen. Irene Schultz and Kathleen Moeller excelled by their ability to write with unusual beauty of form. Accuracy was, perhaps, the most difficult field in which to attain proficiency, but it found two masters in Elaine La Palme and Frances Heinz. Results of dictation 'practice proved Bema-dine Lohmar highly proficient and declared Jeanne McGlynn ready for the exacting position of court reporter. The transcription class chose usable letters as their goal, and those who attained this end through the medium of accuracy and artistic arrangements were Florence Ruff and Flora Mac Roth. Splendid work was done in stenciling, and invaluable assistance was given to the faculty and students by the stenciling of tests, the senior newspapers, contest papers, and other specialties. Medals from the Woodstock Company were awarded to Flora Mae Roth, Imelda Ennen, Dorothy Peters, and Lorraine Ranck for superior typing. Open Ledgers The bookkeeping class in the early part of the year devoted its time to familiarizing the students with the fundamentals of the course. After the completion of eleven units, the girls were allowed to work at their individual rates. With the advent of March 1, the class had fulfilled the required standards and had become independent salaried workers. The work consisted in completing practice sets as employees in business. The firm gave the instructions making it possible for the students to work under conditions similar to those in actual office practice. Outstanding students were: Frances Heinz, Mary Busch, Jeanne Tolen, Elaine LaPalme, Mary Douscttc, Mary Elizabeth Gleason, Margaret Miller, and Kathleen Moeller. Page Thirty G.T (rlm Juniors Mari Jane McDonald Tieaturer Dorothy Burki President Phyllis Bauman Franck Beck Helen Bartwflme Ethel Bedard Marguerite Berg Margery Britt Kathryn Boiduc Mary Jane Britt June Butler Patricia Cavanaugh Mary Jane Carroll Marguerite Char nock Mary Elizabeth Culi inan Marion Dfkhaac. Rosalie Dupont Mari Dwyer Lil.lZAUETH HEAIH Ione Hunt Margaret Donnelly Mary Jane Donovan Helen Feigal Helen Fitzgerald Betty Jones Kathryn Knicht Juniors Anna Mary Heai y Vice-President Margaret Korrichka Audrey Lemibux Patricia McCarthy Lorraine Milan Helen Mullaney Catherine O’Leary Marie Pepin Miriam Quinn Dolores Schultz Margueriti: Shea Eleanor Van Kempen Betty Wagner Mariiieth Hai.loran Secretary Nadean Libby Catherine Lyons Margaret Moran Hilda Moses Eleanorf. Ortman Beverly Passek Helen RocnBroun Lorraine Salzi. June Stenglein Margaret Theisen Jane Wenzel Helen White Roofs Betty Jonbs People are often judged, at least to some extent, by their taste in choosing a hat. I think homes may be judged in the same manner—by their roofs! A country cottage surrounded by bright larkspur and gay marigolds and winding flagstone paths would likely have a rustic thatched roof of straw yellow, No doubt here one would find dainty white curtains flying through French-latticed windows and. in the yard, a perky red cock precariously perched on a weather vane. A tile roof suggests spacious rooms, flaunting balconies, and smooth terraces with glimmering pools. A tiny white cottage with a white picket encircling a bright green lawn would likely have green wood shingles with shutters to match. A rough, hand-hewn roof painted a brilliant red would be found on a snug little Swiss chalet, nestling among snow-capped mountains and green valleys. Here quaint little hamlets and shepherds with grazing flocks make a picturesque scene. In hilarious Spain, sloping roofs and wrought iron balconies hung with flaming tapestries all play a part in dark senonta's gay life. Peaked French chateaux have towers of cold, grey slate, 'neath which gracious ladies and courtly gentlemen hold sway. I love America's own little cottage under brown, moss-covered shingles that slope to the edge and seem to spill over. Life Snow Sheen Hei.CN RoCHF.rORD O glimmering sheen of crystal white. Cleanse thi: world with thy purity; Convey our prayer in all sincerity, For thou art from the Celestial Height. O diamond studded mist, thou dost transmute The everyday scene, clouded with smoke. To jeweled palaces in satin cloaks; Truly the city is magnificently enshrouded. Rose Secrets Marguerite Shea O sweetest rose, so delicately wrought, The loveliest of all the garden maids, Thy beauty is not to be sold or bought. But. alas, too soon thy beauty fades. The elusive fragrance of thy petals rare. Excels by far all else that e'er could be; Nature hath treasured all that is fair. In creating thee, sweet mystery. Thou art not haughty, nor art thou proud. But thou. O rose, of all garden flowers Deservest to have thy praises sung aloud. To nestle in among my loved one’s bowers. Oh. fairest rose, wilt thou disclose to me. The age-old secret of Him who madest thee? Paradise Margaret Theisen Rainbow trout in a babbling creek. Leaping high o’er the mossy rocks; Crimson butterflies, smooth and sleek. Poised on the flowered stalks; A weeping willow drooping low, With a background of Nature's dyes. Kisses the creek with its flighty boughs. — Tis a fisherman's paradise Anna Mary Healv It's like a gust of wind that comes from on high. Whirls, then moans, and slowly dies away. Our chance is given to obtain our end. Some think it a myth and live it so. Pane Thirty-four Beauty Marie Pkpin True heauty lift within the heart And not the face. Beauty is the finest art In any place. A Paisley Shawl Betty Jones There are languid fish of a flaming hue In a swirling pool where sea-foam's flung. There’s a fan of gold threads sprinkled with blue, A coiling red dragon with fiery tongue. And copper-green vines climbing a wall— All this in grandmother’s exquisite shawl. A Dream I-ois Goodwin A wisp of smoke, amethyst and silver About me when I woke. Lost in the slender sliver of a dream That whispcringly spoke. I dwelt in a mystic land of glamour Wrapped in a silver mist; 'Round me sweet bells tinkled. Moonbeams my eyelids kissed. Piercing the globes of dew with eerie light They whispered in my ear— Diamonds on the coverlet Bespeak newgotten tears. Silently, moonbeams glided far away— Alone I faced realities next day. The Stage of Time Lorraine Mii.an Sand-Dunes Hu da Moses All I could see from where I stood was a bashful blue water-line licking up the tawny golden beach under a laughing sky. Have you ever seen a sand-dune? I mean a real sand-dune,—not just sand on a beach—but an actual curb of gold? I stared for hours at those yellow hills «ome time ago. I couldn't help it. The quietness was so mute you could have heard me breathe. As I stood there, I knew the three of us. the water, the dunes, and myself, for one fleeting moment were one. We understood each other; and to understand is a great thing, isn’t it? I saw the water lap slowly toward the sand as I felt the wind pulling at my hair. Oh, it was glorious! Then I watched the wind-driven waves curve slowly back again, leaving the white billowly foam on the rugged edges of the sand-blown beach. The sun glared boldly, almost defiantly. I stood spell-bound watching those amber drifts. The world and its own seemed to be mere in the passing. Somehow I could afford to be ir responsible there. I couldn't continue this gazing forever, sc I left the dunes—they must still be there. I came away remembering always those sand-dunes. And now I understand more clearly what that poetess felt when she wrote: ' I shall straighten like a flame In the great calm of death. And if you want me— Stand on the seaward dunes and call my name. The pageant of life is playing On the stage of time. Cares are gowned in veiling; Hearts, singing to rhyme, The song the world is singing Of life and lose and ruin; Though some for death are hoping For most life ends too soon. Rain Dot.ores Schc.' I.TZ The crystal rain is falling softly On the sleepy, drowsy flowers below; The grey-blue clouds are drifting slowly O'er the slender weeping willow. Page Thirty-five Then Why Not You? Beverly Pasnex Stars that glitter in the night. The moon that sheds a mellow light. E'en the breeze that gently stirs The stately pines and solemn firs. Sing as one (as few can do) Laudate Eum ,—Then why not you? Ode to Rudyard Kipling Jane Wenzei. Kipling, what magic dost not Thy name convey? Glimpses of Mystic India where phantom shrouds Engulf each fleeting hour, and Rajahs. Sultans, and princes mingle with Women in the bright fantasies of mind. Telltale Hands Mary Jane Donovan Among the people in the world, you will not find two pairs of hands that are identical. Did you ever stop to watch the hands that pass before your eyes daily? I have observed many types, and each type reveals to me a special work or profession. The large, strong hands with bulging knuckles, reddened, perhaps from exposure, indicate the hands that carry on the work in the great out-of-doors . . . the hands of a constructionist. Then there are the hands that are soft and white, but not idle—hands that fly with self-assurance. They are so skillful that the very movements of the fingers tell you that these hands are professional. They move with a quick, easy motion, and the cleanliness of the hands impresses you. Who possesses them? I would say a member of the medical profession. A swift tap of a finger, a repeated tap, tap, vap, then perhaps all four fingers lie at rest,—but only for a second The tap, tap, commences again. The hands are nervous and swift moving. They re spond to quick thinking and the pause discloses a serious thought. The resumed tapping proves that the idea is set upon. The hands are white and business-like. no doubt manicured. They belong to a lawyer whose brain is daily confronted with new Clouds Hei.en Bartmei me Fluffy, fleeting balls of snowy cotton Dance like a group of merry children Across the cerulean star-lit heaven. Guided by a wind of gentle motion O’er stream so blue, o’er turbulent ocean. O’er sleepy valley, o’er lofty mountains. Never stopping, yet ever gliding. Basking in the moon's rays stolen, golden. And as I looked on them, I dreamed a dream. Of a choir of birdtings chirping a good mom. Of nodding daisies in a field of clover. Of a singing brooklet in a moon-gleam. Of tiny bursting buds, a tree to adorn; Thus, the clouds make my mind on spring to hover. From An Airplane Betty Jones ideas. That gentle, sweeping gesture of the hand with the fingers poised . . . what grace is displayed! These lily-white hands move slowly and rhythmically, rather dreamily. Then the fingers flutter, and with another lovely gesture they come to rest gracefully. Perhaps the owner of these beautiful hands is a dancer or a music instructor. The earth's a patchwork quilt With seams of fences and walks; The towns that men have built Are bright colored polka-dots. Five fingers protruding from a square-like frame, these compose the hand. But whar a story these simple factor tell—your personality, your profession, and, perhaps, your age. Another Rendezvous Mary Jane Britt A Kitten’s Eyes Helen Fitzgerald Like pools, deep and wet, Like marbles of monstrous size, Like orbs with topaz set Are my kitten's eyes. After the cares of the day. In my little bed I lay Facing a peaceful sort of death— Slumber, or a fainter breath; A sense of comfort hovers there After my usual evening prayer. Each night, same place, same time. I meet A rendezvous with death” so sweet. Pjgc Thitty-six Signs of Spring Kathkrikr O’Leary There a waterfall in a lonely glen Where the salmon leap and bound. There's a foamy spray on the rock below Where daisies dot the ground. I like to wander here and there, And sit 'neath the shadowy trees. I like to watch the sunset And dream in the balmy breeze. A Day in June Margaret Theisen A wooded glen with grazing sheep, A batefoot boy fallen fast asleep, A weeping willow's drooping boughs Kiss the cool creek’s mirrored brow. A Thought I-ois Goodwin You cleave the air With silver wings; 1 know you think Of other things, And though you've gone, I’ll not forget You won't come back; But still—we’ve met! Memories Eleanor Van Kempen With our parting do not grieve. Since I no jewels or gold may leave. You shall have—remember this— Memories, to bring you greater bliss. Life: A Sonnet Lorraine Sai.zi Is life a pleasant, grand, and joyous game. Or just a great, old, merry tune of joy. Of medals, banners, shouts, and cheers of fame Merely a pretty trinket fit to tov? Live we for wealth, for scintillating jew'ls, No pains, cares, or joy in something higher. A blissful song for only weakened fools. No leading light to set the heart on fire? O! live life not for these, but make it sweet, A joy for the eternal, happy years. Attain that certain, self-earned, happy seat So free from sorrow and disturbing fe.irs School Life Ethel Bedard It has occurred to me that school life at Saint Margaret's Academy is much more intimate than that commonly experienced in many high schools. I base my argument on these three points: First, closer relationships exist between teachers and pupils; consequently, there is mutual understanding. Second, the social life of the pupils is more intimate; this encourages a democratic spirit among the members of the student body. Third, the opportunities for the cultivation of desirable friendships are more numerous in a homogeneous group. In manv schools the pupils have little or no opportunity for personal contacts with their teachers. Pupils appear in classrooms, recite, and pass on to the next On the other hand, at Saint Margaret’s we speak often with our instructors, discussing everything from daily incidents to national problems. It seems to me we become more intimate with our fellow lassmates than do pupils in many schools. The reason for this may be that the girls are not so formal in their manners nor are they always on their guard to insure a wonderful impression, so invariably they present interesting glimpses of their personality. Thus seeing each other so closely and so clearly we are able to suit our own tastes when selecting friends. At other educational institutions it appears to me that one is constantly on parade before hundreds of classmates. Life? Life is that goal you have rightly won-Life and joy with the Almighty One. Frosty Landscape Marguerite Berg Crystal drops on frozen trees Sparkle in lustrous rays; Shimmering bushes in the breeze Shiver in the winter’s fray. The third reason is also in our favor. There are less than three hundred girls attending Saint Margaret's Academy. Although you may not learn to know all of them intimately; nevertheless, you are apt to address them should you chance to meet them anywhere. At co-educational schools one often makes a hopeless attempt to become acquainted with a large number; this effort results in knowing few intimately. This is my personal opinion of school life at Saint Margaret's where I share good fellowship with those belonging to my little social world. Page Thiity-seren A Radio Discourse Marie Pepin I.i bcily Above All Tea and Politics Had Edwin C. Hill hern living at the time before the Revolution and had there been the proper facilities for broadcasting, this is undoubtedly what you would have heard in one of his program . Good evening everyone—Things in Parliament have been popping. George III consent to the Grenville Program, Townsend Act, and other atrocious plans has the old fellow a bit worried. Ill feeling in the colonics has increased fifty-fold The colonists had a merry time a fortnight ago Those Bostonian certainly must have given the people on ship-board a Kid case of the jitters. The picturesque, painted watriors scrambled over the side of the wooden sea-goer and dumped every available leaf of that ill-smelling spice into the non-complaining waters of the mighty harbor. It would not have been hard for the deep-sea fish and other water beings to become socially minded and enjoy a tete-a-tete as the water which had rapidly become tea provided the chief nourishment for that kind of social entertainment. Our America In the American History Class, assignments were organized under a number of unit . In each unit definite problems were set up to focus attention on causes, effects, relationships, unprejudiced interpre tations, and the development of clear thought on the part of the pupils. Original news items, editorials, rssays and projects challenged the intelligence of each student. Reports on biography, magazine articles, dialogues and dramatization, further stimulated self expression and made history live. Widely used textbooks with exact page references linked the study of history with the best historical literature. Frequent reviews included objective tests ind discussion questions. Differentiated assignments were provided throughout to meet the varying abilities of students and to care for individual needs. The rebelling colonists were duly punished though by having their rights to self government practically abolished. This punishment on the people of Massachusetts Bay Colony will undoubtedly cause even greater dissension among the rest of the colonies. It makes me feel grateful that I am only a plain ordinary broadcasting person who merely relates the news and has no direct hand in this critical plan which is rapidly coming to a head and the result of which only God knows. British troops have also been sent over. Looks like the customs officials and tax commissioners are having a difficult time to enforce the law . At least the few that are working aren’t exactly glad they’re living. The rest who are loafing have little care and remain happy go lucky at least for a rime. At any rate I am not exactly in favor of the bitter controversy that exist between the colonies and England, and I'd he most happy to be far away from these parts and in a place of simple home life. I thank you. Good night. The historical skits produced by the students and greatly appreciated were the Boston Tea Party,” On a Virginia Plantation, In a Colonial Home. Later on in the year presentations were given of Tea and Politics and Liberty Above All. The casts ate pictured on this page. Poems of significant events and personages added to the files on original material the names of several American History pupils. The following, one of thr creative contribution on file, is a radio discourse by Marie Pepin which injects a 1916 flavor into Revolutionary days. X $ A Vs jv... . f V-X 1 tv % - Page Thirty-tight Our Classic Rose Window Betty Jones A brilliant gem as the sun shines through With circles of sapphire and leaves of gold In a pattern exquisitely rare and old— 'Tis a symbol of God's Eternity. Geometry Lorraine Engelking Plato says, God is eternally geometrizing. This statement is verified by various facts relating to nature. Recall any of the amazing photographs picturing star trails, trails which form extraordinary concentric circles. Observe the numerous small spherical triangles that make up an orange. Snowflakes, however, prove to be the best examples of geometric designs displaying astounding beauty. The untold numbers of different designs, alike only in the fact that they are charmingly beautiful, can be equaled by no other bit of nature. We geometricians say, Man is eternally geometrizing. The best verification of this statement is to observe carefully the simple geometry upon which are built some of the beautiful but complex buildings in our nation’s most important city, Washington, LX C. Take, for instance, the central stair hall of the Library of Congress. The triangles, the circles, the squares, the arcs are literally piled one upon another. All of the marvelous buildings, dams, and bridges owe their very existence to geometry and man's intelligent use of it. Precious stones and expensive jewelry have designs composed of geometric figures. All of the ordinary everyday surroundings contain in profusion geometric patterns that are continually overlooked by nearly every one of the so-called observant human beings. In Europe, geometry and beauty are personified in the Cathedral of Milan. Its veritable forests of pinnacles, its 2300 exterior statues of marble, its magnificent stained-glass windows, tnd its harmonious union of geometric figures have earned for it the title of the eighth wonder of the world. It is the product of Italian, Gallic and Teutonic architecture based upon geometrical symmetry. St. Margaret's Rose Window Geometry Around St. Margaret's Mary Jezkski It really seems wonderful how any edifice is invariably constructed on the principles of geometry. In and around our own school there are literally hundreds of examples of geometrical figures. Take for instance, the exterior of St. Margaret's Hall. The sandstone, of which it is mainly composed, may be broken into tiny bits of sand of proportional symmetry. The sandstone has been cut into rectangular blocks placed at right angles or parallel to each ocher. The lancet arch at the side entrance supported with columns, is an excellent example of geometric construction. Even the steps contain right angles, perpendicular lines, rectangles, and parallel lines. One can find geometry even in the grass, bushes, and trees around the building. Each species of tree has a different and sinking example of symmetry. The lilac blossoms in the spring show pentagonal star effects; and even its branches, if cut across, would show circles, another example of geometry. A student walking along the broad path is observed to be symmetrical in shape and also in the manner of her dress. Is ir any wonder so many of our girls are eager to study this absorbing subject? % FT ' Pa e Thirty-rune JUNIOR STENOGRAPHERS First Row: Margaret Loch, Elizabeth Heath, Eleanor Ortman, Catherine Grady, Marion Derhaag, Katherine Bolduc, Betty Wagner. Second Row: lone Hunt, Mary Jane McDonald, Ixsrraine Milan. Dolores Schultz, Marie Pepin, Patricia McCarthy, Marguerite Berg. Third Row: Margaret Moran, Lorraine Salz!. Betty Jones, Audrey Lcmteux, Ethel Bedard, Helen Fitzgerald, Catherine Lyons. OFFICE EXPERTS Typing: Margaret Theisen, Miriam Quinn. Adding Machine: Frances Heinz. Office'Door Ajar The junior commercial classes were indeed novices, but by their courage and indefatigable efforts they mastered the unfamiliar technique of both typing and shorthand. Contests were carried on between the typing classes giving the students practice in accurate, speedy writing. That they profited by this competition is proved by the fact that thirty-three students later received awards from the Gregg Writer Company. who received good penmanship awards were Dolores Schultz, Catherine Grady, Marie Pepin, Margaret Theisen, and Betty Jones. The classes also advanced far in dictation and transcription work, attaining a rate of twenty to twenty-five words per minute in transcribing notes. The use of the Gregg Writer piqued interest and afforded the class valuable reading practice. Another device for securing accuracy, combined beauty, interest, and business. An artistic basket of flowers was drawn on the blackboard. From it hung labeled screamers of various colors. The students skillful enough to make a record of less than two errors earned blue streamers. Those who recorded only three errors received a green streamer; those with four, a peach ribbon; those with five, a white. A paper with five errors forfeited honors of any kind. The required rate of speed for typing was twenty-five to thirty words per minute, but the classes easily exceeded this rate. In shorthand the purpose was to master principles and attain the speed of sixty words per minute, legibility was especially stressed in order that the pupils’ notes might be read with ease. The students X In Memoriam Katherine Snkm. Katherine had been with us two years—a ray of sunshine in our class, when our Heavenly Father took her from our midst. He wanted her by His side She bore her cross with joy and patience, and the angels now have strewn her path to Heaven with garlands of roses. She has departed from us. but remains in spirit as a loving memory. Requiescat in pace .... Margaret Theisen P.igc Forty Sophomores Top Row: Lorraine Engelking, Catherine Wawersich, Virginia Hutchinson, Dorothy Waldmann, Lorraine Domler, Peggy Davit, Rose Mary Gehrey. Second Row: Marie Brown, Lucille Dokken, Ellen Clifford, Eileen Frederick. Corrine Budde. Ann Mandilc, Doris Erickson. Joan Fletcher. Third Row: Kathleen Britt. Constance Bendtsen, Helene Donnelly, June Engstrom, Jean Engstrotn, Crystal Dresser, Lorraine La Mere, Betty Daly. Fourth Row: Virginia Ennis. Lois Christiansen, Mary Gai! Sheets, Mary Hughes, Joan Flaherty, Ann Althoff, Genevieve Haarala, Mary Margaret Boyle. Top Row: Mary Jezeski, Florence Schagel, Patricia Ryan, Lorraine Schocneckcr, Mary Jane Knaeblc, Lorraine Hessbcrg, Marian Jennings. Second Row: Ellen McNamara, Margaret Werges, Mary Shall-better, Kathleen Nilan, Dolores Scherer, Kathleen Lang, Dolores Ware, Dorothy Wcidcs. Third Row: Mary Holmes, Helen Morrissey, Eunice Schiebe, Patricia Kolb. Helen Mulry, Marcella Patterson. Jeanne Landry, Marian Smith, Margaret Williams. Fourth Row: Madonna Hogan. Mary Korbichka, Grace Smith, Gloria Warren, Shirley Roux. Rose Mary Le Mire, Mary Ann Knight, Margaret Wait. Page Forty-two The Angclus Bell Mart Jezeski The sun has lifted her golden head. The flowers have awakened in the dell. The birds are proclaiming the dawn of day, At the first chiming of the Angelus Bell. Mid'st the clamor and rush of the city streets. Through the quiet of the lone hermit’s cell, When the laborer rests at his mid-day meal, Sounds the second ringing of the Angelus Bell. Homeward are turned the weary, slow steps. The evening sun sinks ’neath the spell. The birds hush their song, as is heard once again The last tones of the Angclus Bell. Work Virginia Ennis We oftimes get tired of the monotony of work And sometimes are tempted our duties to shirk. We get impatient with each boresome task, And a life of leisure is all that we ask. But if we did only the frivolous things. We’d miss the joy that hard work brings. There’s no happiness in taking if we’ve noching to It's by accomplishing things that we really live. It's not words that we've said but deeds that we’ve donr That tell us when life’s battle is won. Cloud Ships Virginia Hutchinson Oh, let me lie, beneath the sky And watch the silver clouds drift by. Oh! fleecy clouds, so downy white, Do you look the same at night? Or, do you hide yourselves away. So you'll be fresh and white next day? Some day I should like to try To man a cloud-ship ’cross the sky. Don't you wish the same thing, too. To sail a boat across the blue? Baby Brother Mary Hughes Eyes like a piece of heaven, laps like the bud of a rose. Skin like the whitest of lilies. And a tiny upturned nose. He's just like an angel sleeping there. Nestled tight in the arms of his mother. At night he's the gift that God sent down. All day just baby brother. It is always there, but not for those who do not seek. Mortals are short-sighted,—human. Still it is there wanting to bring rose-color to their somber clouds of tragedy and disaster, waiting to lighten their tedious burdens; but they, in their blindness, will not seek. It sheds its gleams and would flood souls with its enveloping light, yet they turn and go on their weary way and plod and suffer and struggle on in impenetrable darkness. We girls of St. Margaret's Academy, are exceedingly fortunate, tor the secret of obtaining it has been imparted to us. We. or anyone else, may find it at the golden door of the tabernacle in the chapel. There gleams the light that brightens our hours and brings consolation to our darkened spirits. Just a passing moment we humbly kneel and present our petitions at the beet of Out Blessed Friend, Our Father, Our Protector; and He. being ever-loving and kind, smiles on us. That ray of supernatural sunlight, shines like a candle in ghostly darkness; and we, clothed with its protecting mantle, go forth with new life and new hope unconquerable. A Page Fotiy-thret To A Tulip The Statue of Liberty Helene Donnei.i v Patricia Ryan I've searched the seven seas. Roamed alt over many a land. But thy rival I’ve ne’er seen So I still keep my stand By thee, bowing tulip. I’ve passed by lilies fair. By orchids, spite their fame. Viewed gardens praised by throngs. But only sighed thy name. Stately, bending tulip. Still thou, alone, seem worthy. Of thy raiment, scarlet, red. You alone can move me; No one’s able in thy stead. Lovely swaying tulip. As foreigners come into this country from across the wide and stormy seas a kind lady greets them. She stands there through all kinds of weather; never once does she tire of holding the torch which guides all wanderers back to these hospitable shores. She stands for liberty, the liberty sought by everyone. She beams down upon every ship that comes into the harbor at New York. Raising her torch to God she reminds the people coming here that without God we would not have our wonderful nation; without Him we could not have true liberty. How grand and splendid you are, O Goddess of Liberty, standing there as noble as a queen reminding us that we should live up to the ideals you hold before us. May you never crash and fall as the temple at Jerusalem did when the Divine Torch bearer was persecuted and rejected. May you ever guard our land and light it with happiness, prosperity, and justice. April Days Joan Flaherty April days are here again Heralding spring's return. Long hours of sunshine, soft falling rain. Budding trees, blooming tulips,— All earth's awake after winter’s sojourn. Homeward Bound Genevieve Haakala Fresh green trees. Sharp blue skies. How often I delay As I pursue my way. Home. Lincoln Smiri by Roux There before an ember gleaming. Sprawled an awkward backwood youth, In his eyes the fires of dreaming. In his mind the flames of truth. In his hands a book of treasure. Just a Bible, frayed and old. There he looked for all his wisdom. Far more rare than gems or gold. Dreams Katherine Lang There is something queer in dreams; They’re so real it sometimes seems. Now, we live the long ago Wondering why life made it so; Then, we dream of future years Bringing smiles and sometimes tears; Faces smile from out the past. O, that dreams so sweet, could last! Page Forty-four Jack Frost Ann Althoff Hi painting arc of stately trees, Of flower , and of lane . We cannot see him paint ail these. But we find them on the panes. June Roses Margaret Wfrges Red, pink, and white rose ail in a row. Where does your fragrant perfume go? With petal that are oft and nlken Touched with the magic of morning dew. You rouch my heart with a joy ever new. Pastels of Light Eunice Schiebf. Sunlight and morning dew Peep through the shadows of the night At tulip budding out anew, Fre h and sweet in the morning light. Dew-bright diamond disappear; The rose-flushed mist just clear the ground; The mid-day sun shines bright and clear; No trace of morning can be found. Twilight—slowly fade the day. Darkness encloses all the earth. And have w found a way This day, to show what wc are worth? Allurements of The Sea Rosemary Gehrky With a tremendous splash the cool wave beat against the walls of the ancient castle. As she gazed at the ocean, a flood of memories enveloped her bringing remembrance of the ocean of earlier days. . . How well she remembered wandering down the well-trodden path to the sea in the midst of a storm when she was seven year old. At times the sea seemed so enticingly beautiful, but at others the churning waves seemed to thrust their menacing arm at the little girl. Again, upon returning from school, her first visit was to the sea. Thi time i grey sea. with white capped waves seemed to warn her of future trials. Then came the all important day of her marriage to a noble lord. In the early morning, dressed in her wedding gown and veil, she watched the ocean and bade it a quiet farewell. Its calm, placid appearance comforted her, but tears glistened in her eyes, for she must go away to a far inland city. Now after seventy years she is back. How lovely it is to hear again those waves lapping against the cliff. God’s Gift Mary Shallbetter Life is what you make it; It gives nothing but what you give; But God ha given you something; He’s given you a life to live. Wind Virginia Ennis The wind is a ghost out on a spree, It dances around with ghoulish glee; It rattles the windows and creaks the floor And causes a draft under the doors. Wanderlust Florence Scmagel When the balmy spring air Softly whistles through your hair. Upon you it suddenly thrust A weary seme of wanderlust. When the woods are aglow with bloom. You have a feeling you'd like to roam; What you don’t know is That it’s just a touch of wanderlust. Page Forty-five Mountain Sentinels Genevieve Haarala Sharply etched against the crimson of the setting sun they stand desolate and forbidding. The spectra! shadows which they cast upon the ground fill one with a sense of awe. Ages have passed, but still they stand alone untouched by the petty quarrels of men or the fickleness of life. An ineffable stillness surrounds them. These sentinels of the forest, stem and majestic in their eternal coldness, stand towering protectively over the timid saplings and the weeping willows. No bird sings in their dark green branches; no weary traveler seeks to rest beneath their shade. They are alone with their melancholy air. Tall, grim, somber, they thrust their agged peaks towards the blue of the sky above. They seem to be brooding over some deep, fathomless injustice of life Unchanged and unforgettable, they stand in perfect silence, mystical and weird, the handiwork of God. Announcement of Summer Helen Morrissey Down by the pond one clear day I watched the birds and the fishes play And heard the croak of a garden frog As he sat blinking on a moss-covered log. Just as the water bugs skirted about Making tiny foam paths in and out. There came from the whispering tree tops clear, Three huihed words, Summer is here! Enchanted Poppies In The Spring Helene Donnelly Mary Jezeski Paths of silver shine on placid streams; The call of the whip-poor-will rings Through the stillness, as he softly sings, Bathed in silvery moon beams. Dewy splendor as jewels shine On delicate blooms and patterned leaves. Trees wave gently as a breeze slips by And cast fantastic shadows in design. The moon peeps slyly through her pearly sleeve. And All with glowing radiance the star-flecked skv In gardens of waving Springtime flowers, Red poppies glow At noontide hours. On Calvary In flames they burn For Mary’s tears A glowing urn. To Him in pain Their petals toss. And lift their heads Towards His holy cross. A Telephone Wire Joan Flescher A copper telephone wire am I, Stretched for miles across the sky; Stirred by tempests, still I am A sturdy messenger of man. Messages of death and birth. Cries of sorrow and of mirth. All of these I bring to you Day and night the whole year through Often feathered travelers fly To the perch I hold on high. Just a wire in the air. Still I know I'm useful there. Page Forty-ux From Out The Past Alert researchers banded themselves for active programs in the interest of history makers when the ancient history class launched forth on their September schedule. They have followed their guide with insatiable interest through the early centuries, along the time-famed Nile with its early civilization; they have stood in wonder on the Acropolis and drunk in the beauties of ancient Athens; with the Roman armies they have swept on with impunity from victory to victory; they have witnessed the decay of the Roman civilization and welcomed the rise of Christianity. They have shuddered at the ravages of the barbarian hordes; they have shared the enthusiasm of the Crusaders in their glorious cause; they have followed with admiration the developments of the Middle Ages in industry, government, culture and art. In the picture on this page arc these pupils of historical bent as they are starting for a visit to the Walker Art Gallery. During the year several trips were taken to the art gallery where studies were made of museum treasures relevant to the period then under consideration. The class found the time spent among the Egyptian mummies, the ancient tools, the papyrus scrolls, the illuminated manuscripts, the curious furniture and relics of past ages intensely interesting. Besides interesting expeditions, there was plenty of hard work. Each unit of the course was followed by class discussions involving knowledge of the material and constructive thinking. The exchange of ideas proved helpful. A student guide which accompanied the work of the text helped to unearth weaknesses and clarify difficulties. A competitive spirit was aroused by contests between opposing teams, the Sages and the Muses. Test results were recorded on progressive charts and graphed in order that the students might watch the relative goals attained. PJgr Fotty-icren Biology and Botany ' laboratory The Conservation Club Lorraine Engbi.king To the members of the biology, botany and general science classes of nineteen hundred and thirty-six there has been offered the privilege of constituting part of the Conservation Club of Minneapolis. The purpose is readily discerned from its title. If one has read anything about the wholesale destruction of plants and animals or has listened to the conversation of the thinking public, she can easily see the importance of a club of this kind. The American public must be shown the harm they are doing to themselves, their country, and their race when they are careless in picking wild flowers, stamping out campfires, and shooting wild game. Statistics prove that our seemingly never-ending source of coal is diminishing with great rapidity—a situation that is growing graver as time passes. Shall we sit back and do nothing to stop the so-called inevitable? We. the rising younger generation, who catch the torch from fallen hands —who arc the future presidents—we arc the ones to make reparation. We must first educate ourselves so that we may talk and write intelligently and instructively to further our cause. We must make the nation conservation conscious. It is to achieve this goal that this club was organized. Mr. C. L. Saxby, Public Relations Director and organizer of the Club, has invited all of the high schools in Minneapolis, both public and private, to become members. Each high school is represented by one Council member. St. Margaret’s is represented by Helene Donnelly. The Council meets once a month. The three other Thursday meetings of each month include one biology lecture, one botany lecture, and one general science lecture. We have been most for.unate in having had the privilege of listening to a number of outstanding leaders from the faculty of the University of Minnesota. Among them was Dr. Minnich, head of the biology department, and Mr. William Kilgore, curator of the Museum of Natural History. An event to which the biology class looks forward • each year is a trip to the Museum of Natural History at the University of Minnesota. Besides the moving pictures of birds and small mammals, there are so many interesting and instructive animal exhibits to see and to hear Mr. Kilgore tell us about, that one afternoon there is all too short. Our biology class counts among its valued treasures, a first-edition copy of The Birds of Minnesota,” autographed by its scholarly author. Dr. Thomas S. Roberts. These two volumes represent the research of more than half a century spent in collecting first-hand information. Dr. Roberts began as a boy of nine, in the companionship of his devoted and sympathetic father, to scour the fields of Minnesota in search of Nature’s secrets. That his time was well spent and his powers of observation keen, is evident from the masterly and comprehensive treatment of his subject in this invaluable work. Bant Forty-cixht FRESHMEN Top Row: Catherine Dahlmeier, Carmen Smith, Jeanne MeAloon, Catherine Ludwig, Mary Ann Forby, Mary Beth Jennings. Second Row: Dorothy Smith, Lucille Lockwood. Margaret Franren, Ruth Hadley, Phyllis Grosser, Margery Clcland, Patricia Kilday, Roberta Wassmcr. Third Row: Betty Corcoran, Rita Quinn, Mary Beckwith, Mary Record. Dorothy O'Shaughnessy, Catherine Schuler, Dolores Elstad, Betty Pennington. Fourth Row:Vera Larpenteut. Mildred Scheunemann, Catherine McMahon, Marjorie Dunn, Betty McGrath, Mary Reitsma, Dolores McGuire, Shirley Weber. Top Row: Lorraine Mclony, Marcene Jenkins. Geraldine Olson, Dorothy EUstrom, Margaret Amitage, Mary Dwyer. Second Row: Catherine Hessberg, Gloria Ginticri, Phyllis l.ightfield, Mary Julia Turner, Eleanor Goodwin, Patricia Sullivan, Virginia Huebner, Catherine Green. Third Row: Betty SchofL Kathleen McLean, Margaret McAndrews. Elinor Farnham. Josephine Provencher, Ixniise Sullivan. Clarice Mae Wolfgang Fourth Row: Eileen Comer. Mary Ellen Bachman. Lucille Keeler, Mary Agnes Kabishka. Helen Cruit. Jean Fredericks. Bernadette Piazza. Page Fifty On A Rainy Day Roberta Wassmkr Fancy’s Castle Mary Ei len Bachman It'� up to the attic, cobwebbed and dusty I go on a cold and misty day. To look at swords, ancient and rusty. Or to arrange a colonial dress display, I put on flounce, and I put on train Of satins gay and velvets bright: I try them on again and again With folds so straight and waist so tight. Then from a queer little chest I take Table linen, silver and china ware And set a table with pretended cakes As did great grandmother for grand affairs. As a child. I believed strongly in the old legend that if you pulled a tooth and left it under your pillow at night, a certain Mr. Mouse would take it and in return leave you a quarter. Everytime I would lose a tooth, faithfully would I place it under my pillow and in the morning find a bright quarter to my delight. One day 1 thought it would be a grand idea to fix up my little doll house and have the mouse family come to live in it. So pleased was I over my new idea that I at once started to prepare the small home. My! such a hustling and busy person I was that day, dusting the tiny furniture, fixing the beds which were soon to be used, seeing that all the electric lights were working and last of all placing a little lunch and a note on the tiny table. At bed time I took a last prideful glance at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Mouse with its wide flung doors. Very early the next morning I ran to the doll house, but to my disappointment there was no mouse family in it. Instead, there was a little note from Mr. Mouse saying they could not accept my invitation as, at the present, they had a very comfortable home. I was so disappointed that, ever after, I never could take much interest in the tiny house. Seeing this, my mother and father revealed the secret that all along they had been the real Mr. and Mrs. Mouse. I was so surprised, as you can imagine; and another of my castles of fancy floated away. 9 Ocean Splendor Jeanne McAi.oon We gaze upon the turquoise blue With a background of a rosy hue; The surf breaks on the cliff below. The salt sprays o’er the beaches blow. The white sails are hoisted high There to let their banners fly; The breakers roll and roar As over the ship the white gulls soar. I Would I Were A Snow Flake Patricia Sullivan I would I were a snow flake Flying through the air. Dancing over woods and lakes. Alighting anywhere. I would I were a snow flake Flying up so high, Racing with my playmates. To kiss the lovely sky. Cloud Fury Marjorie Clei.and The day was dark and cold, The sky was bleak, The clouds looked bold And seemed to speak. Weather Marcene Jenkins Where do you come from? And where do you go? Why do you rain? And why do you snow? Why does the sun shine? Because you are glad? Is that why you rain? Because you are sad? Page Fifty one The Beacon Rita Quinn A Morm iowwl ifi 'neath a howling gale. Black night creeping on and on. That lighthouse beam must never fail Steady and surr until the dawn. In the fisherman’s cottage a woman prays, God guide him through the storm, God grant that beacon steadfast stays. Guide him back to this fireside warm. A Midsummer Day Luciu.b Lockwood It was a hot. sultry, lazy day. The heat waves could be actually seen in the air. Even the breezes were sleeping. The birds lacked ambition to fly, but an occasional note of their cheery songs was heard in the woods. Butterflies sat on wilted golden rod with drooping weary wings. Even the busy honey bees were taking a vacation. The brook, how ever, ran steadily on its merry course to the larger streams. The frogs were croaking and the crickets chirping as if here at last was one place of ease and comfort. The purple and white violets poked their heads among the green blades of grass that were covered with a spray of moisture from the brook. The little fishes swam contentedly between the stream’s blue surface and the white sand at its bed. A turtle’s head emerged from among the waves and blinked his saucy beady eyes at the merciless sun. Here at last was a place of peace and rest in an exhausted world of heat. The Old-fashioned Girl Phym.is Li out ns; id The old-fashioned girl, Compared to a pearl. Was dainty and fair, lake laces so rare; 'Neath dresses so neat. Quaint ruffles peeked. And if she could see The modern miss. She’d surely heave a sigh; For the girl of today Cannot compare With the old-fashioned girl Of days gone by. Foreign Lands Vera Larpenteur In many lands across the sea Are children who are strange to me; The little Dutch girl in her dress of blue. The fat Eskimo in his white igloo. The Japanese maid with kimona and fan Who lives far away in Japan; She’s happy among her cherry trees, Across those far and distant seas. Sea Dreams Dorothy O’Shaughnessy The little dark boy in far Turkey Has customs different as can be; The Indian can skillfully row his canoe. Which I'm afraid I could never do. I sat on a rock beside the blue sea. And fanciful visions enchanted me. I saw myself as a pirate bold. Pillaging ships and stealing their gold Some day I hope to see them all, But the sea's between us like a wall; So I'll stay at home and play just ine, And dream of lands across the sea. X This vision melted and faded away. And then I smiled. I was king for a day. I saw myself, a god of the sea Tossing the ships to my majesty. Page Fifty-two A Secret Wish The Moon’s Whisper Ruih Haoi.ey Patricia Kilday I’ve often dreamed in my childhood day . Of a wee fairy lady to play with; She would, of course, be dainty and Ray, And as light as a spring wisp of breath. I picture a lady attired in blue, With hair of yellow and eyes aglow. Somr day I believe my wish will come true. But till after she's gone. I'll let nobody know. The moon shone like a lamp With its ruddy glow o'er the sea. And with its gleam came a message from God. Which brought heavenly peace to me. It whispered, Stay tender and sweet, dear one, For your soul is so white; Let it be as the sun. And the message that shown in the moon that night Still lingers deep down in my heart. The Maid of Today Betty Schofk The little maid of today. Is nor so bad as people say; She’s sweet in her ways. And full are her days. Such is the girl of today. She's prim and neat And always greets When she meets you on the street. The Pine Trec Catherine Green Brook Music Betty Schoff Little Brook. Play your tune; Little Brook, Sing your song. Little Brook. Do your duties, IJttle Brook, Roll-a-long The little pine cone has had a nap under a blanket of earth, and the moisture from the soil has quenched its thirst. The tiny sprout has just opened its eyes to the unbounding beauty of a world filled with mysterious things. What would this little plant be in the future? Winter and summer have come and gone five times. The little seedling is now a fine young tree covered with a beautiful coat of fresh needles. Sur rounding the young tree are tall shapely pines with branches stretching out in every direction like large emerald fans trying to shelter the younger plants from the blazing heat of the over-head sun. the Many years have passed since we last saw little pine tree. It is now the tallest, the most shapely tree in the forest. So majestically it stands as if it wrre holding a crown of precious gold upon its brow and carried a magnificent sceptre, for now it is the king of woodland. Just to think that this beautiful work of nature came from a little insig nificant seed! Placid Peace Phyllis Gressfr The turmoil of the city fades; Forgotten is its strife and care; On placid lake and forests near There's restful silence everywhere V Mi A A Page Fifty-three Springtime Kathleen McLean Springtime, springtime in the air, Flower are blooming everywhere. Bright green gra � it swiftly growing. Waving long blade when the wind is blowing. Swift cool stream rush down the hills Into the meadow of daffodills. And all the birdies seem to say, “God, our Father, made spring this way. On The Road to Lullaby Land Milorld Scheunemann The tiny, stuffy room faded slowly in the dimness of the summer night, to be replaced by a scene o� trees and a dimly shining lake. I wandered down through the sweet, lush gras to the solitary lake. Twilight was fast melting into night, and the angels were hanging out the stars to show us the way to heaven. As the dusky blue of twilight faded into the blackness of night, the moon arose, a silver crescent, to bathe the world in its pure, white radiance. It cut a swathe of light through the water, and the ripple came alive in a myriad of tiny gems sparkling on a jet background. The soft breezes sighed and rustled their way through the cool, green leaves. Suddenly, a twinkling sound came dimly to my ears, and as I watched, the water lilies opened their petals, disclosing the here-to-fore concealed water babies. They did not see me and slid smoothly and gracefully into the water. The water splashed and sprayed at the tiny wriggling things played with the waves and tide. An under-ground pipe created a miniature water-fall. The water babies in their frolics tossed up a tiny spray which watered the grass at the edge of the lake. Some time later they trooped along the shore to drink of the honey of the bluebells, and to eat of the berries which grew in abundance nearby. A little fellow, around whose neck was strung a sprig of lilies of the valley, played a rippling tune. Finally the fairy folk splashed their way home through the water and cradled themselves in the cushioned heart of the water lilies. At the petals gently closed over their bodies, wee voices were heard saying. Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy Name. The soft, sweet strains of a tiny toy bugle wafted on the breeze, lulled me to Lullaby Land. With jpoloRia to Water Bahia. A True Love Bbtty Pennington I have a doll who's growing old, Whose hair is just like tarnished gold; Her face is cracked from sun and rain, But I dont mind; I love her the same. Star Fairy Mary Dwyhr I'm just a little fairy Living in the sky; Whene’er I put my head out. I touch the wind going by. I’ve tiny feet and a liny nose. And I wear the daintiest clothes. With a touch of blue. And a dash of white, I’m one of the stars You see at night. Wish Bubbles Carmen Smith I long for a ship that will take me far, To foreign ports and places. 1 want to be a salty tar And see new things and faces. Some day I’ll have to give her up To sis who won’t love her half enough, But perhaps sometime I can sneak away And play with my beloved Kay. 1 desire to sail the seven seas. As well as every ocean, But wishes float away like a bteeze And vanish, a hopeless notion. fijty-jout GENERAL SCIENCE Upplr Group: Margaret McAndrews, Helen Cruit. Mary Beth Jennings, Lorraine Melony, Jean Fredericks, Bernadette Piazza, Josephine Provencher, Eleanor Goodwin, Marcene Jenkins. Determination Won The Day Patricia Suli.ivan There was a smiling lass demure. In algebra most insecure. Although she worked both long and hard, An A” ne'er seemed to grace her card. A test was speeding on its way: Her spirit did not sway; Determined to the very end She hoped low marks to mend The dreadful test was long and trying She was really on the verge of crying. But soon the fearful task was finished: Her very heart seemed quite diminished. Reports were being passed around: Upon opening hers our lassie found Determination had won the day For on her card emblazoned was— the dreamed of A . Lowhr Group: Kathleen McLean, Elinor Farnham, Mary Julia Turner, Mary Beckwith, Mary Ellen Bachman, Eileen Comer, Rita Quinn. In The World of Science For the freshmen, life and the world around them took on new meaning when they enrolled themselves for general science. With a thrill of interested fascination they took up each project and watched its development, greatly rewarded by the result. Under the magic lens of the microscope a tiny copper sulfate crystal became a cunning piece of intricate workmanship, the handiwork of nature herself. The girls applied themselves to the making of a practical instrument, namely a fire extinguisher, and it was with genuine delight that they viewed the outcome of this experiment Their excitement knew no bounds when they formulated that simple compound called soap. The studied diligently and soon they knew that the expansion of water when heated causes water to boil. But the study of the stars was magnetic. On clear nights it was a thrill to become star gazers and locate the constellations. What had once seemed but tiny lights from afar spelled new worlds, new suns, and with them came new lines of thought. The vastness, the infinite space, the glory of God seemed suddenly to take on new meaning. How wonderful yet how natural that they should enjoy it most. Then to show what faithful students of science they were, when erosion was studied, they brought in splendid pictures showing its different phases. As a project, these intelligent young scientists edited their own science newspaper called The Science Informer.” The artists who designed the cover and clever cartoons were Eleanor Goodwin and Geraldine Olson. Included in the paper were the biographies of famous scientists, the life history of a primrose, and various articles and poems submitted by members of the class. Should any great scientific problems arise in the future we would recommend them to the consider ation of these Magi of Sc. Margaret's. A Mathematical Enigma I had a dream the other night; You’ll never guess the reason. My algebra I'd had to slight From a cold in the winter season. Rita Quinn Algebra was that mountain span. Its trees with signs were over-laid, A river of equations ran, Into a large ratio glade. So off I went to early sleep. Not long I had to rest, I stood upon a mountain steep And looked down quite perplexed. Then howling wolves, X, Y, and Z Came tearing up the slope I caught my foot upon A B And then, O then I woke. Pane Fifty-fire IN THE IMMIGRATION STATION ON ELLIS ISLAND Jane Wenzel, Anna Mandile, Clarice Mae Wolfgang. Mary Agnes Kabichka, Ruth Hadley, Mary Dwyer, Virginia Ennis, Catherine Hessberg, Dorothy Fllstrom, Louise Sullivan, Patricia Sullivan, Margaret Armitage. A RALLY ROUND THE FLAG Flag: Dolores Elstad. Group to left. First Row: Mary Reitsma, Betty McGrath. Shirley Weber. Second Row: Betty Corcoran. Roberts Wassmer, Catherine Schuler. Third Row: Jeanne McAloon, Dorothy Smith, Catherine Ludwig, Catherine Dahimeier. Group to right. First Row: Dolores McGuire. Marjorie Dunn, Mildred Scheunemann, Vera Larpenteur. Second Row: Patricia Kilday, Betty Pennington, Dorothy O'Shaughnessy. Marjorie deland. Third Row: Carmen Smith, Margaret Franzen, Lucille Lockwood. The Highway of Citizenship A large group of young girls, fully enlightened and carefully trained for future citizenship, emerged from a successful year in the study of Community and Vocational Cities. Two major points, education and immigration proved of special interest. A vocational work book was a project which sent interested researchers into various fields for inquiries concerning different lines of life work. The class members delved into references, biographies, encyclopedias and periodicals; they studied various possibtli ties and even decided their future work. In the group are prospective nurses, stenographers, writers, musicians, artists, librarians, business women and actresses. During the study of immigration, two groups dramatized scenes at the naturalization bureau; namely, The Immigration Gateway and a naturalization scene. The colorful costumes of the various foreigners amidst the inspectors, officers, and nurses made the scene at Ellis Island relive in a realistic setting. One of the scenes is illustrated on this page with the following cast. THE IMMIGRATION STATION AT ELLIS ISLAND Cast Guard Clarice Mae Wolfgang Nurse Mary Agnes Kabishka Doctor Ruth Ann Hadley Immigration inspector Dorothy Ellstrom Englishman______________________Virginia Ennis Italian . Anna Mandile Immigrantt: Mary Dwyer, Catherine Hessberg, Margaret Armitage, Patricia Sullivan, Louise Sulli van. There were several in the class who participated in a contest sponsored by the Minnesota State Fire Prevention Association and State Fire Marshall. Essays were submitted on the topic What Can I Do to Prevent Fire? Over ten thousand essays were submitted from various parts of the state, a fact which showed the general interest in the important question of fire prevention. Margaret Armitage and Catherine Hessberg were winners in the contest and were among the ten receiving third prize. Page Fifty-six urtrt NcK 'j . Flame in the Sacristy Lamp Lorraine Engelking Tiny jet of flame. Quivering as if A sobbing breath Is held—then Released again. Tiny jet of flame. Why should you Sigh, for God’s Close by—and Peace reigneth. The Chapel Our Retreat For three short days the library-assembly hall was converted into a temporary chapel during Retreat, which began on Wednesday morning, February nineteenth. Secular books, social conversations and amusements were abandoned for the soul embracing thoughts of religion. It was an invaluable three days in which our spiritual lives were energized. Each morning, Mass was celebrated, followed by earnest religious conferences given by our retreat master, the Reverend James Reardon Each day’s devotions were concluded by Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament. Worthwhile thoughts gleaned from the spiritual harvest of the retreat are found in the following extracts taken from the religion note books of the Seniors on the Life of Christ— The retreat gave me a deeper knowledge of my religion. As I had never gone to a Catholic school before, I was particularly interested. From the retreat I learned many beautiful things I never before knew about the Church. pecially is it pleasing when there is a mutual understanding between that friend and yourself, a loving trust which permits intimate confidence. I, too, have a pleasure tryst that I hold every day at noon. It is a secluded nook situated far down at the end of the first corridor, in the silent chapel, diffused with the scent of freshly-cut roses. My confidant is a beautiful lady garbed in blue. Her soft, dreamy eyes look at me so tenderly. I love her and she loves me, I know. Her delicate features are radiant with love for her children. I speak to her, but she doesn't answrt, except with her eyes. That is enough for me. She stands with her fine hands outstretched invitingly, with the unchanging whimsical smile that plays about her. Truly there is an ethereal aura about her that infuses itself into your very soul. How lovely to spend a few minutes with her! If you watch carefully enough, you may be able to see her tender lips part as though she were aoout to speak. Although not a single word drops from those delicately chiseled lips of my lady in blue, I know what she would say, for I love her and she loves me. Honour Kappkller 'Lifting up my eyes, I saw no one but Jesus;’ and I learned to seek His presence in joy or sorrow. I found out definitely what I could do to make life more happy and profitable. Margretta Beers 'It was a dress rehearsal for the day of judgment.’ ” Helen Gaffney Retreat affords the opportunity for that time of spiritual seclusion and improvement which will be so difficult to secure once the doors of the convent schools have closed behind us. Phyllis Gi.orvick My Lady in Blue Mary Zuccaro Friendly visits are delightful pastimes. It is indeed pleasant to put aside the cares of the day and hie off to a favorite haunt or to a friend’s house to while away the hours with fanciful parlance. Es X Father Reardon, Retreat Mailer Page Fifty-eight My Jesus Crucified Shirley Weber They nailed His hands and feet; They even pierced His side; O, how could they be so cruel. To my Jesus crucified. Father Casey Senior InUruetor in Religion At The Shrine of The Eucharistic King Our tiny haven of peace, the chapel, has played an indispensable role in the daily life of St. Margaret's girls. On Friday, April 17, the Blessed Sacrament was exposed for the adoration of the students during the Forty Hours' Devotion Throughout the day, the students had the privilege of frequent personal visits to the chapel besides the general periods assigned to groups dunng the study hours. They crowned His head with thorns; They scourged Him till He died; He did it only for my sins, My Jesus crucified. A deeply appreciated feature of the religion courses this year has been the weekly visit to the Blessed Sacrament made by each religion class. Each class arranged its own program for the visit which was varied from week to week. We feel that the moments spent before the Tabernacle have been the source of the greatest comfort and the richest blessings. bather Morin Junior InUruetor in Religion Sodality Lecture In March Miss Willman of St. Louis gave an interesting lecture in the library-assembly hall on the Sodality of the Blessed Virgin. Miss Willman is an enthusiastic worker in the interest of sodalities and has been largely responsible for the increasing number of sodalities throughout the parishes of the United States. Miss Willman stressed the importance of having a sodality in every parish and urged every Catholic girl to become a sodalist. In a pleasing and informal manner she outlined the objectives and work of the organization and showed the good that can be accomplished through Catholic action as well as the real enjoyment young people find in the work. The sodalities direct their Catholic Action programs toward the betterment of Catholic youth. They tend to divert young minds from the commonplace things of life and elevate them to higher standards of living. The lecture aroused great interest in sodality work and in all probability will increase the membership in parish and school sodalities. Miss Willman was accompanied by Miss Mary Peter, of our alumnae, who was instrumental in securing Miss Willman for our lecture program. Page Fifty-nine Through Classic Portals Like the chariot racers of old, the glorious civilization of ancient Rome has manned the chariot of Time until it winged its way past twenty-five splendid first year Latin students, bringing to them a knowledge of the Roman language, customs, myths, and history. At times these Latinites almost lived the dramatic stories of Perseus and Andromeda, and the seizure of the Sabine women. They also resorted to a less thrilling, but very practical mode of studying Latin; namely, that of making posters. The Latin classroom has been converted into a repository of excellent projects which, through their splendid dep.ction of Roman life, Roman furniture, utensils, and weapons, bears us back to the age of the Lost Gty.” The second year Latin class is drawing to the close of a successful campaign with Caesar. Previous to the first expedition for conquest, the budding soldiers avidly absorbed the lovely and fanciful tales of Roman mythology. During their time of training in Rome, they devoted themselves to the study of Rome and Romans: they delved into the secrets of public and private life of Roman citizens; they studied the emotions, ideals, fancies, moral standards, and the stoic philosophy which molded their lives. When the campaign was launched, Caesar himself had hard work to keep up. so valiantly did the hardy army push up steep ascents, swim swollen currents, built master bridges, and cross towering mountains Friendly rivalry added zest to breath taking climbs and was an impetus to mastery as each soldier proceeded at his own rate and was not encumbered by the impedimenta of his neighbor. The best poem by the best poet are the words Dryden used to express his opinion of the great Roman poet, Virgil, who was the genius of interest to the fourth year Latin class. After delightful months spent with this Roman celebrity, the class passed on to fields on more distant heights. They searched each nook of the library shelves to discover worthwhile selections from Horace and the elegiac poets. This class is, indeed, to be congratulated as they have created for themselves the enviable record of an all A group. Influence of Virgil Jeanne Tolen Virgil's influence today can hardly be estimated in words; it is far too subtle and deep for that. It has insinuated itself into every art, but most deeply, perhaps into poetry. The acclamation given the poet does not arise from modem or even medieval times; from the publication of his first major work, The Eclogues. the Romans recognized Virgil's supremacy as a poet. Virgil's influence first made itself felt with the opening of an advanced secondary school for boys by Quintus Caecilious. There Virgil's books were used for the first time as textbooks and so they have remained for two thousand years. His works have The Latinites in Their Classroom served a still higher purpose in the inspiration they have given poets for hundreds of years; it is doubtful if the time will ever come when writers will fail to recognize Virgil as their master. Milton has confirmed this opinion with the lines: Hither, as to their fountain ocher stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light. And hence the morning planet gilds his horns. The Virgilian influence, although felt before the poet’s death, can be said to have budded during the Middle Ages and finally to have burst into bloom during the classicism of the Eighteenth Gntury. Of all the classic poets, Tennyson has shown in his works the greatest wealth of Virgilian allusions However, in the whole range of our poetry, the accent, and even the phrase of Virgil, recurs where the voice of the English poet sounds most fully anJ melodiously. It is not strange, when one considers the position accorded to Virgil by the ancients, to find him regarded in Roman homes as having divine and prophetic powers. While we do not profess him to be a deity, we recognize the fact chat he must have had some supernatural inspiration to prophecy the birth of a Redeemer from a virgin mother, as he did in his Fourth Eclogue. Even as late as the seventeenth century, popes have accredited his prophecy. Thus, we see that, though Virgil lived over two thousand years ago, we still feel the potency of his words and are moved by the flowing rhythm of the poetry he worked so hard to perfect. Tennyson says: Old Virgil, who would write ten lines a day, they say. At dawn, and lavish all the golden day To make them wealthier in his reader's eyes. St. Paul was said to have visited Virgil's tomb on his way from Puteoli to Rome, and to have wept at the thought that he died before the Light had come into the world. On this occasion, St. Paul remarked Quid te fecissem si vivum mvenissem. maxime poetarum, What would I have made of you, if 1 had found you living, O greatest of poets!” Page Sixty The French Classes A retrospective glance over the year that is drawing to a close in the study of French awakens pleasant memories of a happy hour spent daily in an atmosphere of sights and sounds exclusively French. The aim of the class was to acquire a skill in expressing one's self along ordinary lines. For this, much stress was laid on the quality and quantity of reading and discussion of material read in the French language The pleasure of the time devoted to this class was heightened by games and playing of French cards. In the Circle Francais The French Newspapers were read and cross-word puzzles worked out. Songs and hymns in season added new zest to the acquisition of this interesting and useful language. The Spanish Class Imbued with the beauty-loving romantic spirit of the gvpsies of fair Andalusia, the alumna of the Spanish class this year, has roamed through the various phases of the life of literature and art; of the fascinating country of Cervantes. In the regular class room work a great variety of reading was required both oral and silent, which quickly facilitated comprehension and trained the ear. Construction and grammatical relations were briefly explained when necessary, and soon, very soon, the students felt the keen enjoyment of penetrating the thought in the original, of the interesting portrayal of manners, customs and morals of a people, who along intellectual lines, lent inspiration during the seventeenth century to a highly cultured nation, of a people who counted a Lopez, De Vega and a Cervantes among its writers, a people whose courage, valor and unselfish generosity sent a Columbus to enrich the world by the discovery of a continent. With the discovery of Spanish by the students of America comes contact with noble aspirations and lofty Christian ideals. May the numbers of those who appreciate this accomplishment increase at Saint Margaret's Academy! VIVA LA ESPANA El Cid El primer trozo de literatura espanol fue la cronica Diaz de Bivar. Tomo el apellido Bivar de un aldea situada a unas sets mitlas de Burgos donde nacio on el siglo once. Desde nino era battalador; se dice de el que cuando era joven mato. a un hombre quien habta injuriado, a su padre. Peieaba mucho con los moros y era siempre virorioso. I .os moros his os le temien mucho. Cuando los tomo prisoneros, los trato cruel-mente, una leyenda dice que cuando un ejercito moro vino en las tierras espanolas; poco tiempo despues del muerte del Cid, sus tropas colocaron el cadever del campeador sobre un caballo y fueron al encuen-tro del enemigo. Cuando los moros vieron al jefe que habia ganado tantas victorias sobre elloa huyeron sin esparcr batalla. Asi salvo el Cid a su querida patria; no solo durante su vida sino tambien despues de la muerte. The French Pupil t Enjoying Le Petit Journal” El poema anonimo del Gd pinta la historia de un heroe el mas inportante de aquel tiempo y sus grandes hazanas centre los moros. El texto trata de la bravoura del jefe, de sus virtudes, como de sus vicos sobre todo le honra en Espana por su lealted. El manuserito esta mutilado se ha perdido algunas paginas pero en todo caso, lo que queda de esta Cancion de gesta ha sido argumento para ostro varios poemas, par ejemplo para el muy canocido cid franees por Corneille. El Greco La Espano ha dotado el mundo de muchos de los mejoret pintores. Se puede mencionar algunos de los mas conocidos, por ejemplo Murillo quein ha pintado tantas. Madonnas Maravillosas de forma, de dulce sentimiento y de inocencia. Murillo es el pintor de la iglesia. La obra de Velasquez es el triunfo del arte, su genio es universal. Sus cuadros son una galeria del genero humano; todos vivos, lien os dc vigor, retratados con suma fidelidad. Velasquez es artisto realisto. EL GRECO como indica su apellido, nacio en Grecia. Naturalmente se conoce en la verdadera belleza. Tuvo las mas alias ideas de la forma ar-tistica, Creyio que el Caballero tspanol es el prototipo de la raza humana. Le pintaha muchas veces y de un modo que no se habia empleado antes. Le pinto la cara de forma prolongada y estrecha, el aire ar:stocratico, una expression intelectual, ilum-inaba la figura con algo de espiritual in los ojos. Las alias virtudes que llenaba el alma de bravoura y dc lealtad. Se las mostraron en la figura. En el primero tiempo el Greco fue mucho criti-cado por sus novedades, pero hoy dia es estimado tan bueno como velasquez. por ser el pintor mas original de Espano. Algunos artistas dijeron que El Greco imito a titian en el uso de colores; era verdad quizas, solamente durante muy poco tiempo. La casa de El Greco tal como era en su vida, se ve hoy en la Antigua Ciudad de Toledo, Situada en el centro de un jardin lleno de flores y arboles, Us habitiones quedan tales como estaban en el tiempo del artisto. En las largas salas, colocodas alrededor de Us parades, se ven los retra os de los Caballeros de Espana por el inolvidable El Greco. A Pa%e Snty-one Student! in the German Clattet Literary Trails Through Germany Fifteen industrious students gaily plunged into the refreshing talcs and stories of Alt Deutschland in a series of small classics in the German I class. From Anekdoten und Erzaehlungen through Dornrocschcn, all was solicitiously translated. The fairy tales of their youth, Hansel and Gretcl,” and The King and His New Clothes,” among others, were enhanced by the richness of the new language. The fabrications of the famed Baron Muenchhausen were hilariously presented. At the Christmas season a new phase was introduced by participation with the German II students in a medley of German hymns and carols of the festive Weihnachtszeit, when the mellow strains of O, ehre Nacht,” O Tannenbaum,” Stillc Nacht,” Ihr Kinder-lein Kommet.” and O, Du Froeliche,” were heard to the sweet accompaniment of the piano and Mary Eugenia North’s violin. Into the large port of Hamburg, down the Rhine, along the Alpine borderline, down the Danube and Elbe Rivers, to Berlin, and once more home to America, the pupils of the German II class journeyed. All of Germany’s picturesque beauty and Austria’s casual gaiety they had witnessed—at least, they had done so in the German II travelogue classic, Ein Sommer in Deutschland.” On a map, the travelers traced out the Ruhr basin with its teeming industrial life, the imposing cathedral of Cologne, Frankfurt, the city of Goethe,” the universities of world note in Munich and Nurcmburg, the china industries of Dresden, the scenic loveliness of the Alps and the Austrian capital, and the stir of Berlin, to enjoy in spirit a trip of indescribable benefit and joy. The stories of Fortunatus,” Peterle of Nuremberg,” Germelshausen” and the Adventures of New Year’s Eve were translated, while the course was climaxed with the study of The«idor Storm’s delightful Immensee. a classic truly representative of German literature. Through the pleasant haze of German composers, authors, and musicians and through the jumbled difficulties of subjunctive mood and passive voice Phyllis Glorvick, Helen Ryan. Ella looting, and Dorothy Waldmann succeeded in emerging with victorious A’s for outstanding work and grasp of the language. Pane Sixty-two The Art Studio ART STUDENTS LttT Row: Crystal Dresser, Genevieve Lynch, Isabelle Poulioc, Maribech Halloran, Mary Zuccaro, Betty Girling. Second Row: Mary Jane McDonald, June Butler, Lois Goodwin, Elaine McIntosh, Jane Wenzel, Harriet McKinnon. I hind Row: Mary Jane Knaeble, Katherine Lang, Margaret Theisen, Mane Pepin, Marion Martin, Lorraine Ranch. With Brush and Pen The art students here pictured arc absorbed in the fascinating meshes of pen and ink sketches, or original and novel designs. Many phases of art have been included in the year’s work. During early fall, pencil sketches of campus life kept artistic fingers busy in many a pretty nook. Later, costume designing brought to light picturesque models t’:at could well vie with the fashion plates of any age. Cast drawing had its place in the course and prepared pupils for the drawing from still life. St. Margaret’s girls beamed with delight when they were called to the art room to pose as still life models. After that phase of the work, many familiar faces looked down from the bulletin board. Commercial designing, an important feature in the year’s art program, was climaxed by the creation of exquisite posters. Those on the Messiah,” which was given at St. Margaret’s in December, and for the Pageant of the Sisters of St. Joseph” in April, deserve honorable mention. The posters made by Marie Pepin, Crystal Dresser, Genevieve Lynch. Isabelle Pouliot, and Mary Zuccaro won special commendation. A unit in the spring brought forth a delightful exhibit of pastel and water color designs. Pastel work was primarily that on scenes. There were woods in winter, old mills on the stream, ships at anchor, flowering doorways, Dutch wind mills, and spring scenes with lure of the road. Illuminated mottoes composed one unit of the art course. A study of the exhibit of these mottoes in the library would make us all wish for the artistic touch. In December, dainty stationery folders were made as Christmas gifts, to the delight of parents and friends. The Daycsye art work was takep over by the seniors in the class who contributed pen and ink work. The art editor is Isabelle Pouliot with Betty Girling, Harriet McKinnon, Mary Zuccaro, Lorraine Ranck, and Betty Currier as the art staff. Page Sixty-three National Music Ensemble at St. Margaret’s Academy February 18, 1936 Mr. W. B. Parkinson, director Music Studio RECITAL PROGRAM by The Pupils of the Music and Expression Departments May 5, 1936 Vocal—The Virgin’s Slumber Song Junior Glee Club Keger Music Pupils Returning from Harmony Right: Margaret Loth, Helen Vincent. Lorraine Melony, Mary Jezeski. Left: Louise Sullivan, Dolores Scherer. Margaret Werges, Dorothy Wa'.dmann, Mary Dwyer, Patricia Ryan. RECITAL PROGRAM by The Pupils of the Music and Expression Departments April 28, 1936 Dolores Scherer The Glad Game (from Polyanna) Porter Louise Sullivan Doris Erickson Thf. Naughty I.ittli Clock DeKoven Margaret Werges The Old Refrain Kreisler-Thompson Louise Sullivan Vocal—Gently Fall the Shadow's Mildenberg Elizabeth Daley. Marie Brown, Phyllis Lightfield. Mary Jezeski, Patricia Sullivan The Necklace Maupassant Mary Patricia Dwyer Trees____________________________ Minuet L’Antico ------- Margaret Werges Over the Baluster Betty Schoff Japanese Dancing Girl — Marv Patricia Dwyer Prelude C Sharp Minor Patricia Sullivan The Lost Word Betty Girling NocruiRNE Op. 27, No. 12_.. Etude Op. 10, No. 12 Anne O'Hanlon Vocal— (a) The Lonely Rosa------------ (h) WoODtAND Cails The Cecelians Rasbach-Deis Seebocck _______ Wells Adams Rachmaninoff Van Dyke Chopin Chopin Hermes Herbert Elizabeth Daley Mary Ann Forby Rita Quinn Lorraine Melony Webster Lucille Dokken Wright Patricia Ryan Vocal—When Twiiight Weaves Beethoven Eunice Schiebe. Margaret Werges. Mary Patricia Dwyer. Phyllis Dghtfteld Black Mary Ellen Bachman Patricia Kilday Webstei Ellen Gifford Rfgata Vbneziana l.n;l Dorothy Waldmann Eunice Schiebe Rigoi.etto Paraphrase Verdi-Liszt Lillian Layden The Cecelians Mr. ). Bttk, Choral Instil tor m r i Recital by The Pupils of the Music and Expression Departments M ty 12, 19 6 THE PROGRAM Vocal—(a) Barcarolle . _ Denza (b) Tell Mi- Where is Fancy Bmjbo CalUott Balancelle Senior Glee Club Wacht Serenade Lucille Keeler Valse Op. 60. No. 2 (.'hina Blue Eyes Margaret Loth Berceuse Marian Jennings Service of Ia� vf Helen Vincent Elegie Marie Brown Solid Mary Je2cski Lorraine Mahoney Violin—Mary Eugenia North Phyllis Lightfield Wilde Vocal- Thanks nr. to Margaret Wrrgcs Piano—Phyllis Lightfield God Dickson The Cecelians MUSIC PUPILS IN RECITAL HALL Mary Gail Sheet . Dorothy Smith, Mary Ann Forby, Betty Daly, Mary Beth Jennings, Phyllis Lightfield, Patricia Kilday, Marcene Jenkins, Doris Erickson. At Piano: Patricia Sullivan, Lucille Keeler. Pageant of The Sisters of St. Joseph of Carondelet Commemorating the Hundredth Anniversary of their American Foundation Mother St. John Fontdonne Sister Martha Teresa M Dki.phinh-------------- Marguerite ” Anna Marie —_—- Phii.omenk Lieutenant SOLDIERS Madame De La Pi.anche Sister Photais FbbrOnia Fontdonne Febroni; Chappelon St. John Celestink Postui.ants Sister Frances Joseph ' ScHOI-ASTtCA Xavier Appolonia VlCTORINK Margueriti. (Act IV| Chorai.s eor the Cave Scene Narrator CAST -----------------------—— _ Belly Girling . ........................................ Leora Torborg ----------------------------------------—.......... . Betty Gleaton —......................................................... Ella Loving Leona MeConville - Dorothy Peterson ------------------------------------------------------Elaine I-a Palme Margretta Beers Imelda Ennen, Ethel Budde. Dorothy Peters, Margaret Loth, Irene Schultz Mary Dousette ---------------------------------------------------Mary Z.accaro Harriet McKinnon ------------------------------------------------------------Jean Tolen Florence Ruff -------------------------------------------Maxine Sarazin Honour Kappeller. Jeanne Krrker Mane Car mody Clane Door ....... —--------------------------------------- Betty Noonan -----------------------Jeanne McGhnn Marcella Waldherr —.......................................... —. Priscilla Olson Are Verum and Panis Angelicus Lorraine Mahoney The Care Scene in The Pageant Scent from Macbeth The Gift Eunice Schiebe Phyi.us Lightfield Lorraine Mahoney Patricia Sullivan readers pianists in RECITAL PROGRAMME May 26th, 1956 Eunice Schiebe Phyllis Lightfield My Rival Lorraine Mahoney Patricia Sullivan Eunice Schiebe Veronica’s Awakening Lorraine Mahoney Phyllis Lightfield Wilcox The House With Nobody In It Kilmer Eunice Schiebe Lorraine Mahoney Patricia Sullivan Psychology Appi ied Eunice Schiebe Phyllis Lightfield H ughes-Salter Lorraine Mahoney Dramatic Art Clast BETTY THOMAS GIRLING in Expression and Dramatic Recital (Diploma Court ) Assisted by Anne O'Hanlon, pianist June 2nd, 1936 Ashes of Roses Mackaye Open Wider. Please Houghton My Last Duchess_______________________Browning Ecossaises _ . . Beethoven-Busont Barter Sara Teaidale God Washed the World Stidger Rouge Bouquet Kilmer The Solution Lover-Ryekoff The Ducat Scene from The Merchant ok Venice Betty Girling Diploma Liebesteaum — Li si: The Phantom Airplane Pelley The Finger of God Per aval Wilde Needle Craft The sewing class has been a busy group, but the fascination of the work and the attractive pieces that fell from nimble fingers have made the course a popular one. The problems at the first of the year included technical stitches such as seams, folds, corners, hems, edges, and mitered corners. In the unit on design, the girls learned applique, fancy stitches, braiding, yarn embroidery besides two kinds of quilting, Italian and Colonial. The study of materials ran right through the course. Lectures on fitting and comparison of design were accompanied by demonstration. For an understanding of color effects and combinations, there were discussions based on models and on color schemes taken from daily observation of dress in street, shop, and home. The girls attended style shows in which there were exhibitions of gowns, hats, and shoes. A unique Chinese exhibit was visited for a study of detail in design and color. Even pottery and jades offered suggestions. Ideas for braiding patterns and embroidery were often gained from designs on china. Mist Charlotte Stephens Sewing Teacher Sewing Exhibit A study of styles from stylist magazines and fashion books gave an opportunity for personalizing models. The units of the course included several problems. The first in hand sewing aimed to develop confidence in handling and cutting material. In the second, the girls sewed for themselves and made personal clothing or dress accessories. Unit two included the making of summer dresses and tailored models in wool and sillc. The third unit introduced heavy cotton suitings. Hats and fur muffs were attempted successfully by a few ambitious students. Paste board models were made for the sewing exhibits. At times, the models and mirror might have been caught exchanging sly winks over the humorous situations that arose. Sleeves persisted in going in backward; bobbins would go on strolls; scissors took leave of absence; and the electrical machine occasionally sewed up tangles instead of scams. When the exhibits were displayed, the mirror and models were the proudest of the proud over the array of dresses, suits and blouses, hand bags, pillows, and fancy work, which the young needle artists had produced. Page Sixty-eight Starring in Deck Tennis Championship Basketball Team On I he Training Field Triumphs in Volley Ball On The Bench Fanned Out After The Game Monogram Winners The Dayesye Staff Editor-in- mii i Phyllis derrick Associate Editors Frances Heinz, Mary Zuccaro Literary As:oc;ates Marjorie Heltemes, Jean Tolen Business Manager — Jeanne MeGlynn Advertising Manager ............................... Bernadine Lohmar DEPARTMENT EDITORS Literary Florence Ruff, Elaine La Palme History Helen Ryan, I meld a Enncn Science Flora Mae Rolh Languages______________________Ella Loring Religion Mary Dousette Mathematics Ruth Finnegan Music Mary Elizabeth Gleason Dramatic Art Betty Girling Art_______________________Isabelle Pouliot Sewing Florence Salzl Commercial Margretta Beers Alumnae Mary Busch Feature Elizabeth Noonan Snaps—Kathleen Moeller, l.eona McConville, Harriet McKinnon Staff Typists— Dorothy Peters, Mane Donnelly The 1936 Dayesye has the privilege of commemorating the hundredth anniversary’ of the arrival of the Sisters of St. Joseph in America. This centenary number has a religious theme carried out by the art motif used, as well as by department contributions and general features of the book. The literary section is not restricted to the theme subject. Each year the graduating class has valued its Dayesye as its own production, stamped with its individuality. This annual has chronicled the events of our school life during the past year and with the greatest pleasure has watched the tale unfold. Between its pages lie the ideals and aspirations of the seniors and their beloved school. May we carry with us the spirit of our book and leave with you a treasure volume of 1936 filled with the story of a year that has fled on the wings of time but that shall be eternally new. Page Seventy S. 5W. A. Honors Frances Heinz. VJedUtonjn Helen Ryan: SdutJtoriart EXCELLENT ROLL ALL A Frances Heinz Betty Jones Mary Jezeski Marguerite Shea Margaret Armitage Catherine Green Ruth Ann Hadley Catherine Hessberg Kathleen McLean HONOR ROLL SENIORS Mary Dousette Imelda Ennkn Betty Girling Phyllis Gi.orvick Marjorie Hei.temes Elaine La Palme Bernadine Lohmar Ella Loring Jeanne McGi.ynn Flora Mae Roth Florence Ruff Helen Ryan Florence Sai.zl Mary Zuccaro JUNIORS Marion Derhaag Mary Jane Donovan Elizabeth Hfath Margaret Korbichka Patricia McCarthy Marie Pepin Dolores Schultz SOPHOMORES Genevieve Haarai.a Lorraine Hessberg Madonna Hogan Virginia Hutchinson Kathleen Nilan Dolores Scherer Dorothy Waldmann Dolores Ware Gloria Warren Margaret Werges FRESHMEN Mary Beckwith Eileen Comer Phyllis Gresser Phyllis Lightfield Margaret McAndrews Clarice Mae Wolfgang CONTEST AWARDS Betty Girling: Prize winner in the Essay Contest on Irish Missionaries in Europe sponsored by the Ladies' Auxiliary of the Ancient Order of Hibernians. Jeanne McGi.ynn: Honorable Mention in the Essay Contest on the subject, Fight Tuberculosis with Modern Methods sponsored by the Hennepin County Tuberculosis Association. Florence Ruff: First Prize in the De La Salle Contest; crowned Queen of the Festival by Mayor Latimer. Helen Ryan: Prize winner in the contest sponsored by De La Salle High School. Catherine Hessberg and Margaret Armitagf: Third Prize winners in Essay Contest on What Can I Do to Prevent Fire? sponsored by the Minnesota State Fire Prevention Association. Hit da Moses: First Prize winner in Essay Contest on The Phyllis Wheatley House as a Community Health Resource, sponsored by the Tuberculosis Association. Mrs. Huyck President Alumnae The alumnae calendar, starred by memorable activities for the benefit of St. Margaret’s, proves truest loyalty on the part of our graduates. The year’s events were ushered in by a card party given in the school library-in October under the direction of Mrs. F. H. Willing. The main attraction at the party was a style show in which members of the alumnae and senior class modeled the fashionable clothes from a down-town shop. Later in the fall a card party and dance in charge of Mrs. Charles H. Sell was given at the Joppa Lodge Hall for the benefit of the S. M. A. orchestra. On two coast-to-coast radio broadcasts over stations WCCO and WTCN a most cordial invitation was extended to all the alumnae to attend the 1935 Homecoming in November. There was a hearty response, and St. Margaret's welcomed back a large number of her graduates and many of her former faculty members. The daisy-badge booth, delicious refreshments served in the beautifully decorated dining room, and the delightful entertainment were features of the afternoon program. Sister Hcnrica who has been at St. Joseph’s Academy, St. Paul, since September, was present and was given a royal welcome by all but especially by the alumnae who received their diplomas during Sister Henrica’s principalship at St. Margaret’s. At the convention of the Minnesota chapter of the I. F. C. A. held at St. Benedict’s, St. Margaret’s was represented by eleven delegates, two Sisters, and Mrs. Huyck, president of the alumnae; at the Tribune Press Convention in February, Mrs. Huyck, Mrs. Leo McClellan, and Charlotte Stephens were the alumnae delegates. Election of officers took place at the January meeting when the following new officers were installed: Regina Vincent, Mrs. Emmet Ryan (Mary Fitzsimmons), and Florence Schumacher as first, second, and third vice-presidents; Louise Kloss, recording secretary; and Catherine Quealy, historian. February brought an opportunity for spiritual rejuvenation when the second annual retreat was held with Reverend William Brady as retreat master. Mary Peter was in charge of arrangements. For the spring program, three events were charted: the month of Our Lady was commemorated by a Mary’s Day Mass in the Academy chapel offered by Father Brand, the alumnae advisor, on the first Sunday in May. At the breakfast served afterward in the cafeteria, there was a renewal of old times by all present. The alumnae dance on May fifteenth and the alumnae banquet held at the King Cole Hotel in June were the crowning social events recorded during the scholastic year. Both were successes, socially and financially and added lasting memories to the already long daisy chain of alumnae reminiscences. As seniors, we stand in admiration of our school alumnae and the work they arc doing. How proud we shall be on June tenth to be received as the new members of St. Margaret’s Alumnae! Father Brand Spiritual Advisor rase Seventy-two To our advisors, whose tireless efforts have made the Dayesye possible. To Zintsmasters for their splendid studio photographs and their courteous service. To the Empire Engraving Company for their excellent engravings. To the Flour City Press for their painstaking presswork and generous cooperation. To the David L. Molloy Company for their representative covers. To our advertisers and patrons who so materially aided us by their unselfish support. To our subscribers for their kindly patronage. PtRe Seventy-three Snaps Mary Dousette and her peeping crew. A couple of snow birds—Kathryn Lang and Marie Brown. A senior routine. Going our way? Genevieve, Kathleen, and Leona. All booked up. Lucille Dokkcn. A few of our smilin’ Freshies. Must have been funny, Lois. The inseparable quads—Helen, Irene, Peggy, and Priscilla. What? You two on the outs?— Phyllis Glorvick and Marie Donnelly. Bernadine should be smiling—she just came from lunch. Not posing or anything? What say you, Elizabeth, Marie and Betty? Looks good Ruth! Where’s yours, Marion? Three seniors luxuriously reposing —Marie, Isabelle and Betty. Up and coming freshmen, Eileen Comer, Mary Ellen Bachman, and Jean Fredericks. What’s troublin’ you, Miriam Quinn? Three for a penny! June, Dorothy and June. 12:30—and—all—is—well— What? And they’re seniors! Oh such a pun! Maxine. Bettv. and Jeanne. Freshies on their homeward stretch. Watch that ball! Betty and her pooch. Alone, Georgiana? Miss Stephens of the campus. Hilda Moses lost in a fog. An inseparable group, June Stcng-Iein. June Butler, Betty Lou Hodel, Maribcth Halloran and Lorraine Milan. Cold, Bernadette Piazza. Just the best of pals, Florence, Marie and Claire. Four of the Ten Teens.” Another hole in the elbow! Just a friendly bout. Eight happy seniors. Leora in the first snow fall. Helen White and bashful June Butler. Dolores thinks a shovel makes a good chair. Two happy seniors, Helen Gaffney and Margaret Loth. Not really industrious Dolores Scherer and Lucille Dokkcn. Sweet slug-a-bed and the snapshot editor. 12—5 seniors to be. Ellen Clifford and Dolores Ware on the campus. Three studious sophomores. Four steps, Maribcth, June, Lorraine and Betty. Don't try to hide, Dolores. A group of freshmen. Mary Orth and the little red roadster. Just For Fun Miss Well-Posted Emily Replies Dear Miss Emily: Whenever I make introduction , somehow an awkward pause creeps in. What can I do to eliminate this pause? Miss Pleasetomeetyoutoo Answer: My dear, that is the pause that refreshes, but if you must eliminate it, eliminate the introduction. Who Knows—and Who Cares? ▼ Dear Miss Emily: I am invited to a dinner party and I wish to attend it. Unfortunately I also want to attend a dance that same evening. How may I gracefully be on time for the dance and not go hungry? Miss Dancing Appet.te Answer: One is never on time for a dance, but if you insist, why not buy your own dinner? T Dear Miss Emily: How does one peel a peach? Peach peeler Sue Answer: Who cares? ▼ Dear Miss Emily: Are the Chinese correct in making a ceremony out of dinner? Where does the wind go when it goes down? Does a window pane? Did you ever hear the day break? Did you ever stand on the side walk and see the other side walk? How does a turtle frown? Did you ever hear a tree bark? If a person takes the street car home, where does he put it? Who says, Paying a library fine is like paying for a dead horse?” Things to Sputter About The front stairway in St. Therese’s Hall. Pink slips and blue slips. Jeanne Tolen's puns. The songbird in STHJ. Cliques. People who talk back to radio announcers. Margaret Loth’s lunches. The girl with a clean blouse on Friday. How one’s speech betrays me. Work in general. How algebra students are expected to make a-cd equal XYZ. People who carry dictionaries in their purses. And use 'em. Answer: In China, they are most correct. Strang °th” P 0P,e th fi«ur“ l,kt m,,k bo ,ei as it may seem, chopsticks are not in vogue at A heavy rain when it time for lunch. our best hotels. ▼ Dear Miss Emily: I am planning to buy some painting for the entrance hall of my home. What do you think of modern art? Dollie Frame Answer: I never think. Thinking exhausts me. The Robbinsdale-Frankhn street car. People who remember what their New Year's resolutions were. The tantalizing Ain’t it orful, Mabel?” Major Bosses' Imitators. A progressive run. People with ever-perfect curls. Page Seventy-six School Daze in an S. M. A. . . . Maze Sept. 9, 1935 Well, .ill of our doting mothers persuasively pushed their blue-eyed little darlings off to school this morning. Sept. 10. 1935 More and better pushing the order of the day. .Senior Class elections to-day. There were onlv three people seriously injured in the riot which ensued. November 1, 1935 Only fifty-five more days before Christmas Ah, the luxury in that thought! November 9, 1935 This day shall be memorable in the annals of United States History. It's Saturday! Sept. 19. 1935 Latin Marion Jennings Nouns to the right of us, Verbs to the left of us, Adverbs in front of us They just must be learned. From noun to verb we go. In constant fear and woe, (.earning what—we don’t know Just being tested. Don’t try to hide a book. You'll get no chance to look, Oh! That sad peek you took When you thought ’twas safe. Heights The height of embarrassment! When you make a wrong guess and Sister calmly turns to Frances H. for the correct answer. The height of ecstacy! Bringing your umbrella and having it actually rain. November 28. 1935 Thanksgiving Day. More food and stuff. One of my Brilliant Days. I think of the cleverest things to say half an hour after the opportunity to say them has passed. I just sit in amazement at my outstanding brilliance. December 9, 1935 Year Book Staff announced to-day. All those appointed settled down to a long stretch of hard work ... or sleep, all depending on the characteristics of the girls concerned. December 20. 1935 Seniors entertain Sisters at party. We Major Bowed and caroled off key and dithered homeward to meet again next year. The height of worry! Will Sister see this nail polish? The height of melancholy! First hour classes on Monday morning. The height of diplomacy! Handing in make-up-work just before the final. The height of desire! Yearning for a new uniform ... or even a belt. The height of complacency! Liking spinach and not caring who knows it. The height of convenience! Taking that school girl complexion out of a box. February 29, 1936 Lite Saturday: Ho hum. My chance is gone for another four years. Alas, and lacka day! March 21. 1936 The first day of Spring! The birds are caroling; the asparagus, sprouting; the flowers, blooming; and the water rippling—somewhere el May 9, 1936 Yearbook goes to press. May II, 1936 Still going. May 13, 1936 Gone. The height of inconvenience! Taking it off again. The height of linguistic contortions! Reciting Chaucer during a siege of mumps. The height of cattiness! Yes, she has a kind face , . . the wrong kind. Hie height of bewilderment! Listening to a senior’s conversation for five minutes. Pagc Sertnly-tt tu OUR ADVERTISERS We Recommend Them to Tour Patronage Page Serenty-ci ht Compliment! of the Woodstock Typewriter Co. 216 S. Fourth Street C. L. O’HARA FRUIT CO. For Quality FRUITS AND VEGETABLES BRidgeport 1828 2M No. Sixth St. Minneapolis Minn. LEO RAINVILLE Professional Beauty Shop FUNERAL DIRECTOR )iitinguuhed Individuality in PERMANENT WAVING 115 Fourth St. S. E. GEneva 5434 Tel. ATUnric 2941 Room 204, 1025 Nicollet ROYAL STATIONERY CO. 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