St Mary of the Woods College - Les Bois Yearbook (Terre Haute, IN)

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f . ,. .- .l ' W- - 1- .e LES Bois preciate more and more the feelings of my father, for being a parent myself now, I know there is no place I would sooner trust my little daughter than with the good angels at Saint Mary-of-the-Woods. As I grew better acquainted with the Sisters and the girls, I knew and loved many Spirits-the stable spirit of Common Sense, the all-enduring Spirit of Patience, and the Spirit of Study, for with Bacon our good Sisters believe that Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them. Hand-in-hand with the Spirit of Study went the Spirit of Recreation. Isn't it easy to recall the bowling contests, the tennis matches, the long walks, and the special privileges like late sleeps and stay- ing up until nine o'clock? Well our Superiors knew that All work and no play Make for any girl a dull day. The Spirits of Equality and Democracy could be seen in the black-uniforms, the Spirit of Considera- tion and Thoughtfulness were responsible for many a pleasant surprise. In support of this I shall read an item from a recent number of the Aurora. On the afternoon of Lincoln's birthday, all the Academy girls neatly clad in crisp white aprons and coquettish caps, filed down the stairs and through the lower corridors, won- dering what surprise awaited them. As they neared the kitchen pungent odors of cooking molasses filled the air and excited cries of Candy, Molasses candy! and Taffy! told the secret of the afternoon's amusement. Plates of cooling taffy were passed to all the girls. and a few moments later the rooms and halls were transformed into candy kitchens, where groups of anxious but laughing cooks, talked, tested, and pulled taffy till the bell rang for tea. No question about the presence of the Spirits of Good-fellowship and Friendship, for we all have good friends now who shared our confidence in those happy school-days that were not so long ago! The Spirits of Culture and High Ideals were con- stantly and consistently refining our moral and intel- lectual natures, and high above all the Spirit of Love of God and Service to Fellowman. The dear Sisters who believe always with these Spirts live also in the lives of their girls, they sorrow with them in their sorrows and rejoice with them in their rejoicings! Can't you feel them with us today-the spirits of those pious women who have done so much for us? :mv M 1' ' r-' '. 'C- --:-.. 4 ,n 5 ' A4 For -three ty

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..., ..- N . - - - LES B0lS ' --, c .-. .. - . '.','. 67 'WN ff X -:- J C Q' H- ' 'cf l K. 1 f If - sr J , H' stories of the legions of fairies, elves, dryads, ko- bolds, nymphs, and the goblins that'll git you Ef you don't watch out. But it is not as a mythographer that I wish to speak to you, but as an Alumna of St. Mary-of-the-Woods, and of the Spirits that I have known and loved in our Woodland Home !-The Spirits of St. Mary-of-the- Woods! Can't you see them as they hover around our Alma Mater? Those glorious and beneiicent Spirits who have guided and guarded St. Marys since the early days when blessed Mother Theodore and her companions chose this wondrously beautiful spot for Home! And what spirits do you think were present on that auspicious day over seventy-five years ago? I am sure that in the very front ranks of the legion were the Spirits of Beauty and Love of Na- ture. And to bless with success this settlement, was that Trinity of Spirits, which are Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, in such an undertaking-the Spirits of Wisdom, Self-sacrifice, and Work. In close attend- ance too, were the Spirits of Faith and Hope and Charity, the Spirits of Fortitude, Piety, Christian Endeavor, and the never-vanquished Spirit of Trust in God. For floating ever over St. Marys is the ban- .41-. ner bearing the magic words, Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam. Can you girls remember the first-well, let me say, intimate-Spirits you felt upon arriving at St. Marys? I know you were all impressed with the Spirits of Quiet and Classic Repose and Architec- tural Perfection as you came up the driveway-but after you had entered into the St. Marys life? To explain, I will be personal. As a mere child, I was sent to a mission school of the Sisters of Providence, and soon heard of the beloved home, St. Marys. It was very early in life then, that I began to hope some day to be an Alumna of that institution. As they say in stories- At last the long-looked-for day ar- rived. My father took me to St. Marys, and after spending a joyful day, the evening brought the part- ing. Naturally-that is naturally for the little black-robed school girl that was-I shed tears and would not be comforted until a kind-faced Sister put her arms around me and said, Don't cry, Gertrude! It will be all right very soon. We'll take good care of you. I smiled again, because I knew that I had found a friend. Father often refers to this incident and how he went away easy in mind and content, for he had heard the voices of the Spirts of Watchful- ness and Responsibility. As I look backward, I ap- fffff M. X I ,, vw- - -. If- - Y H V, H Y, - -,, 4, .f- - - - '53 W, WH ,.. M., - - .. .,.. , 1' - - 4 oi ty two

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. xx 1 v,1 x 1, ...fn 6 H'-1 1 I I ., 1 , .- , I I. . v H LES BOIS With us there is a Spirit of Thankfulness that we are St. Mary-of-the-Woods girls! On my last visit to St. Marys, when the Spirit of the Diamond Jubilee was smiling in all faces, I real- ized again, being older grown, how all the spirits contribute to the great work St. Marys is accomplish- ing in preparing her girls to do their duty as Chris- tain women in this complex world of ours. And as I breathed again that atmosphere of purity and refine- ment, that sweet, gentle, God-loving atmosphere of St. Marys, I found myself unconsciously repeating these lines of the Hoosier Poet: And so I love clover-it seems like a part Of the sacredest sorrows and joys of my hearty And wherever it blossoms, oh! there let me bow, And thank the good God as I'm thankin' Him nowg And pray to Him still for the stren'th when I die, To go out in the clover and tell it good-by, And lovin'ly nestle my face in its bloom, While my soul slips away on a bro'th of perfume ! 7775 K, 71- - .- ,V-'- - . --. V .. Q -f ,?5- IIVA .. . --- X Forty-f our