St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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.

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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.

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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