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

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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

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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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, r V x I , J M . ,.,., ?1-f-, 'LES B015 -4 THOMAS WALSH Author of Gardens Overseas, The Pilgrim Kings, and Prison Ships. The House of Columbine fWz-itten for Liss Bolsj What drifts of golden leaves before The tangled porch and silent door Where noon so faint-of-heart would shine Upon the eaves of Columbine! Yet see, the curtained boudoir pane, The silken lounge, the mirrors vain, The prints and Sevres she mused upon- All waiting there though she has gone! And I-was I the glad Pierrot At this sweet casement long ago Who tossed those raptured vows and tunes Unto the whitest, roundest moons? O Columbine, come forth again! But echo shows me how in vain My voice would wake its boyish tone- And 'twas my youth she loved alone! Yet peering through her little rooms, The daintiest of lovers' tombs, I catch my foolish eyes, alas! The same Pierrot's, within her glass. THOMAS WALSH. T, vw eine ' - 7778 S ' AA Forty-five '55, H , T' F ' ,.. .. . . , , 1 f..-.. .. T ' S -. ,,