St Marys Hall - Fleur de Lis Yearbook (Faribault, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1942 volume:

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ECE Arthur Murray Studio Ballroom Dancing ZELLA SEIBERLICH OLSON DEAN OSBORNE R, LITTLEFORD Dancing Chaplain FLORENCE MAST Academic Head, Latin MARY DUNAWAY Secretary X ss N E R X yy, I .t Ro'IIIY ANIDIERSCJN VIRKEINIA BELL ELENQRA GRALOW LULA MAE CURFMAN ALICE DAVIS MARTHENA DRYBRE ysical Education English Zllld Drnmntics Librarian English Secretary French and Spanisj Lei.. 5 E. LLEANIIR FISHER FLoRENr:E GARDNER RHODA SNELL GLAD CLARA BERGI-IoEFER GENEVIEVB GULWICK LUCILLE KEYS School Nurse House Mother Field Secretary, Dramatics Science Secretarial Course Music ...- - fi .53 A Rosnnoox MIIGRIIW LEAH MoREIIousE ELIZABETH MULLER PLUMA REEVE OLIVE PELTIER lVlARG.-XRET PATTER Isiness Secretary History Mathematics House Director Art French FRICIA PERCIVAL ident 'Y u know what I mean. es and mail ne only way to have a friend is to be one. eniov lass stands for Abby , most lawfully good, who minds all the rules as the rest of us should. stands for i'Babs with the beautiful voice, who could have any Shad if she'd just make a choice. is for Barnsey with the Greek-goddess form, whose friendship if won, is a port in the storm. is for Bea . She has accents galore- in acting and playing she really does score. is for Bosko the soldier of wood who rules that fine army as no one else could. is for Bubbles , who's on a strict diet and thinks that the rest of the seniors should try it. is for Bucky , our editor fair, a mixture of beauty and brains that is rare. is for Char , so peppy and sweet, that everyone's heart lies at her feet. is for Dottie , Montana's best pride, who cheerfully takes everything in her stride. stands for Dulie , who's seeking our money, best-natured of all, she's really a honey! is for E.C. , who's next in command in editing the book that you have in your hand. is for Finchie',, and golf is her game, but also in love she has a good aim. is for Florine , so cheerful and gay, she keeps others happy all through the day. is for Gladys our class secretaire , who thinks that love against war isn't fair! stands for I-lelenu, who has a good way of keeping her silence 'til there's something to say. stands for Hook , our basketball chief, whose skill in that game is the other team's grief. is for Ianie , who loves the Cuisine and whose appetite's better than any l've seen. stands for Ieannie , who sets hearts a-leaping, then gathers them later to her safe-keeping. stands for Liz , whose acting is grand and who'll win a blue ribbon from the judge's stand. stands for Marge , the clown of third floor, who keeps us all laughing 'til we can't anymore. is for Percy and President too, if therels finer, l'd like to know who! is for Pris , in our class the most kind, another like her I'm sure you'll not find. stands for Shirley , loving music and song, she'll laugh at a joke most loudly and long. is for Tex , whose ardent passion is dressing herself in the latest fashion. B.L.W. Adviser CLARA BERGHOBFBR yi X e fi Ei? an ' xl I 9-aj. , JU! 4 Q' ZIV, J l verfvwt Ms f ng S I i s Jigs' . Q, ' r r K J N-9 V. X-all-J f N A f - Y 'ms gif' J ,V I , '56 SJ r m 5 RUTH ABBCT Abby Are you taking any pictures today? Cats Mindful not of herself. O JANE BARNES Barney Young Lady! SHIRLEY BALDWIN Pfacml iokes Shirl I neither fear nor despise Oh, my gosh! Symphonies Nice things come in small packages. ' -Q K N . .1 elm Jf -Gf , rv N x J 5 1 ,I ! L ,E O, 'r je 4,0 K. Xfff YN arf f ' si Q 0 W ' H fa: 2323 JG .ce-Fi, 56:3 .X 9 59 fi' D gr 1' 3 s r T 1 73 . D ,c f 'Z v 45 4 GLADYS SHARP Secretary G 'They're getting their leaves after all. Rad So great is the power of beauty. ATHALIA DULEBOHN Treasurer Bonny That's for darn sure! Grand Forks 'Cheerfulness is an offshoot of goodness and of wisdom. ANNE BOSANKO Bosko Amazing effect. SUUdfY arts BARBARA BRAUER I am in debt to nobody but myself. Babs Fire! Nieces and Nuts She will sing the savageness out of a bear. RUTH BUCKEYE Bucky Oh, is that so! I-Iandkerchiefs and hair ribbons 'Reproof on her lip, but a smile in l1e'r eye ELEANOR COLLE With a fierce burning hate. Bubble gum NAU wisdorn's armory this .woman could wieldf' DOROTHY BUNGE Dot I don't get it. F -for fun. 'iLife is not life at all without dehghtf' JANE ERICKSON Erick Whatcha get in your laundry? Clothes 'KNothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. MARY ANN FINCH Finchy That's real funny! Des Moines hop They win that laugh. PRISCILLA HART Prissy I don't know. Horses What sweet delight a quiet life affords. HELEN HURMEL Flash Now this is important. Accelerated motion She's left no little thing behind Excepting loving thoughts and kind CHARLOTTE MCKISSQN Char Hot digs! Men Theres mischief in this woman. MARY ELIZABETH MORRIS Lizzy ' Ahfmen! Shattuck and all points north. 'liluick to anger but easy to placatef, JEANNE GLSON Jeannie We've been transferred again Long finger nails As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life. RUTH PAULSON Hook Censored Rules and regulations To err is human. Tex He called only once today. Naval Academy '4Whateve1 she did was done with so much easef' BEATRICE WOLLAEGER Bea Now listen, girlie! Accents True wit is Nature to advantage d'ress'd FLORINE WETCH Florine I got a letter from Jack today! Cadets L'On with the dance! MARJORIE WUNDER Marge Goh, he's cute! CARULYN WILKINSON California Bubbles A little nonsense now anal then Did you see the picture Buzz painted is relished by the best of mmf, for me? Texas The most useless day of all is that in which we have not laughed. Saint Mary's Hall-we seniors will remember With loyal love each dear familiar sceneg The mem'ries of the days we've spent together Will ever live within our hearts. Though traveling far, yet ever here returning, Thy daughters still we ever shall remaing The friends we leave are here to take our places To carry on traditions dear. And so farewell to all the ties that bind usg We'll miss you always, save in our hearts. Our Gang Liz Char and Patsy On the Lighter Side Marge and Glad Bucky Chummy, Isn't It? Relax, Tex if all 5-t S 4 'Pi :Ji 4X Playing to the Gallery Barney Studying CAN Be Fun! Bosko L lx, K . X I Y: .Uni i Q? h - mrs-,. 331. f -r ' 3 P Loie Pris and Shirl Audrey Dorothy 'G' Abby and Bea I Dare Ya! Business Meeting? Flash ' A .N .Q xr .win abr 3. IQ-ni X'-Mi! Nonfstop to Des Moines , Looking Longingly Homeward Taxi's Late! Coat by Russek RUTH SPURBECK President Pergie I want to get married some day. Rings vs. pins. l'Vital in every part. LOIS ANN ROTH Secretary Loie Oh, I didrft have that. Oakies l'Sweet she was and kind. Adviser . Virginia Bell Colle Q AUDREY BALFOUR Treasurer Audie Oh, happy day! Basketball Such stuff the world is made of gym 1-I gm. A newly organized club composed of girls who have seventyffive or more athletic points. Left to right, front row: Maddy Jaffray, Mary Ann Work, janet Russell, Secretary- Treasurerg Dorothy Hatfield, President. Second row: Anne Bosanko, Pat Percival, Ruth Buckeye, Ruth Paulson, Alice Hubbard, Barbara Brauer. Back vow: Athalia Dulebohn, Gladys Sharp, Char McKisson. Adviser . Dorothy Anderson Y ANN WORK MADELEINE JAFFRAY MARILYN KELLOGG CHARLOTTE AINSWORTI-I MARY AUSTIN SUSAN BASSETT President Treasurer Secretary W L, 1 ' A Q ., SALLY ANN LANGE JANICE MEYER MARIE OLSEN ELLEN PLETCHER LOUISE RANDALL I sf f I ' 1 sn. e P-1 , -JM UCVIIOY' ' 1 VS f I nl . . , 6 P -QQ, Because we juniors now begin to under' stand the Opportunities and guidance we new receive here, we are better able tO meet Our responsibilities and to fulfill Our Oblif gations. ELLA COOLEY MARILYN EASTMAN PIHIOEEE FRUDDEN DOROTHY HATFIELD ALICE HUBBARD MARILYN JOHNSON ANNA MARIE RIDER ANN ROY MARY LOUISE WIRTI-I MARGARET WAGNILD PATRICIA ZOELLNER KAI Pe ,iq x Q4 ,i Cl ' f 4 5' A55 Q1 weak X :Q Lillie? It is difficult to limit Or describe the qualif ,y - ties which make our lives at Saint Mary's Hat grow increasingly more rich and complete, A but we do recognize her standards and appreciate her traditions, which we shall strive to uphold through all the years to come. Adviser . GENIiV1EVEGULW1ljK Left to right, seated: Anne Young, Secretaryg Jettie McIntosh, Representativeg Carolyn Pomeroy, JoAnne Strain, Joyce Anderson, Presidentg Frances Fite, 5' joAn McLaughlin. .11 4 Standing: Mary Ellen Sawyers, Treasurerg Jeanette Strain, Grace Mary F90 01 e Scholpp, M'Marie Ewald, Marilyn Youmans. Not pictured: Janet McCabe and Joan McCauley. Adviser . 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We Ogive to Al' gisles Every Thursday the majority of the seniors start out pertly for Schlick's to satisfy their yen for food. They are usually all smiling brightly and walking briskly. In twos, fours, and sixes they reach their coveted goal and pack the hard wooden booths. As soon as their orders are taken by the waitress, who tries not to look horrified at their ghastly combinations, they rush to the candy counter and promptly buy a few bars. These they immediately devour as though they had not eaten for days. After the glasses of water have been drained, the rushed waitresses begin their everlasting round between the fountain and the booths. Gradually the shouts die down to dull mumbles. As the food disappears, the expressions of happiness change to ones denoting a kind of deathly sickness. Vhfhen neither time nor money nor capacity will permit more, these seniors pick themselves up and start back, slightly revived by fresh air. They trudge slowly up the hill and up the steps, vowing never to eat that much again. By some miracle they reach the second floor, but here they must stop and enumerate for some underformer just what they ate. Oh, I had a toasted cheese sandwich, two cokes, two candy bars, a malted milk, and a large hot fudge sundae, volunteers some brave person. All seniors present merely turn a little greener and prepare to climb the next flight. Upon reaching their rooms, they throw themselves on their beds, moaning that they will be completely satisfied with a coke next -time. Next Thursday, however, the discomfort of the previous Thursday will have been for otten and once more, smiling brightly, they will set out, walking briskly, to indgulge again in their epicurean pleasures. PAT PERCVAL, '42 Lisles-those long, thick irregular coverings for one's lower extremeties- are demons of torture for a teenfage girl. We arise in the morning, and after a full fifteen minutes of struggling, yanking, pinning, and mending, we have our legs crammed into the long brown coverings. We emerge from our rooms at the break of dawn, feeling fairly fresh, until we casually cast a sideward glance at a passing mirror and catch the full significance of the effect on our personal appearances. Those of us who have rather ch-unky legs gasp in horror as we realize that they are more piano-legflike in their primitive apparel. Yet those with the more meatless pedal extremeties are pained at the sudden discovery of the chicken-like condition of them .... We can only groan in inward agony, however, and remain painfully selffconscious for the remainder of the day, until, as the shades of night descend upon us, we peel our legs and see them in their long'awaited freedom. And now, with the present national crisis, I shudder to think of us, young and full of life, endangering our personal appearance and social welfare for the sake of national defense, by wearing not only plain, drab lisles, which to be sure are gruesome enough, but also as Vogue dictates, brazen red and violent purple ones-hold your breath-to match green, red, or purple shoes! FRANCES Fira, '44 ,ecole be la aint-e Arie L'ECOLE DE LA SAINTE MARIE est une ecole pour jeunes filles. Bishop Whipple la fonda en dix-huit cent soixantefsix pour 'Teducation et l'instruction en religion des jeunes filles. Il avait voulu avoir des jeunes filles dans son ecole de toutes les parties du monde. Le bitiment est de pierre. Les salles de classes, la chapelle, la salle it manager, les chambrcs A coucher et la bibliotheque sont toutes dans ce meme baitiment. Mais le batiment pour la classe de gymnastique est un bzitiment separe. Ce biti-ment sert aussi de theatre. L'6cole est placee sur une butte qui domine la ville de Faribault. Les jeunes filles sont membres de quelques cercles. Un d'eux est le CERCLE FRANCAIS, un autre est le CERCLE D'ART, un autre est le CERCLE DE MUSIQUE et il y a plusieurs autres. Le CERCLE FRANCAIS est peut-etre le plus difficile parce qu'il faut que les jeunes filles parlent en fran- eais tout le temps. Cette ecole est vraiment belle et les jeunes filles ont beaucoup de bonnes heures ici. BARBARA BRAUER, '42 1 Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit. Days of '49 parade. Found the shovel all over again with shiny new ribbons. Thank you, Miss Mast. 5 We all went to chapel at Shattuck and saw the Dress Parade. 6 First Wooden Soldier practice. Wonder if we'll ever catch on? 7 Dancing school at Shattuck begins. 11 Senior Reception at Shattuck. 12 Mrs. Glad read The Watch on the Rhine .to us. Ancinj Class We start down the stairs still struggling into our coats and gloves. We get nearly to the front door. Everyone must wear galoshes today. ssoh, my goshln The wind blows nearly through us and we are all completely frozen by the time we get half way to Shattuck. Vllhen we do get there, we stand and argue with the iron door for a few minutes before we can open it. After having entered, we take off our coats, hats, and galoshes. QWe are lucky if our shoes do not come off with them., Then there is the general conf fusion of powder puffs and mirrors. After dancing class, we return at sixffive-Sh! Quiet! The less fortu' nates are having study hall! . . . The bell ringsg bedlam breaks loose. Someone yells, Did you see Dick? , or Did you see james or Bill? Frankly, we cannot remember, but we say Yes to please. Then, after enduring all this, and liking it, the faculty wonder why we are late to breakfast and groggy through classes the next day. SHIRLEY BALDWIN, '42 OCTOBER 22 23 24 It was hard to study tonight after birthday dinner. Cooperation grades. Isn't there something I can do for you, teacher? Game again. We're improving, the Golds, that is. Only lost 1-O this time. We'll win yet! The Return. Everything was just wonderful and the decorations were lovely. Tea Dance, Schlick's, and Room Study for the first time. 25' 29 31 Nov. 3--Weekfend. vera 015 rehab Hall I am fwasj one of those fortunate people who sit behind the post in study hall. The teacher, if she doesn't move around too much, can't see me. What luck! The first twenty minutes pass slowly by, interrupted only by a few brief notes. The remaining forty seem like a millennium. I feel as if I were plowing my way through a jungle when I do my Latin translation. We have only thirty lines of French, but English! I might as well stop before I begin that theme. QI hasten to add that stop before I begin is a paradox, just to show I know my vocabulary words., I feel a jab in my back. Automatically my hand slides into the unseen place to get the note. This time it is about our short algebra assignment. You know-the same thing, Were there fifteen or twenty problems? Again all is quiet. This time I start on history. I read about some Persian, Zoroaster, who introduced a new kind of religion. Thank goodness he didn't have so many brain storms as Suppilulyuma! Oh, dear, here comes another book! I wish someone would invent an easier method of passing notes across the aisle. I can never find a teensiefweensie piece of paper in a giant book. QCENSOREDJ. Can't they see I am busy with- out scribbling, Are you doing anything? MARY ELLEN SAwYnas, '44 21 We tried to stay awake. 22 Mr. Zoel-lner's piano and violin cello recital. 25 Golds got a goal today in speedball. Some went to St. Olaf to hear Ruth NOVEMBER 10 Minneapolis Symphony Concert at St. Olaf. 15' Informal Dance. 16 Dean Littleford arrived. 17 Hockey Dinner. Forum lecture by Mr. Seymour on Latin America. 18f19 Last rehearsals for song and play. I do discern no cause for such un- righteous merriment, do you? 20 Breakfast, senior song, and church at Shattuck, Thanksgiving dinner, dance and movies. Draper. 26 Olson dressed in three minutes flat. Qlt happens to someone almost every day., 29 End of six weeks. I'm glad those tests are over, but that's as far as it goes. Spreads galore in the evening. A is-la aah aulvle Scene from the Thanksgiving play, The Diabolical Circle presented by Dirk and Bauble. On floor, left to right: Marie Olsen, janet Russell. From row: Joyce Anderson, Secref tary-Treasurerg Ruth Abbot, Ruth Paulson, Priscilla Hart, Eleanor Colle, Beatrice Wollaeger, President. Back row: Anne Bosanko, Pat Percif val, Athalia Dulebohn, Ruth Buck' eye, Shirley Hixon, Maddy Jaffray, Charlotte Ainsworth. smxll f 2 741W KX I geetkoven ociet- Front row, left to 'rigntz Jeanette Strain, Alice Hubbard, Anne Bosanko, Marilyn Johnson, Mary Ellen Stiles, Ruth Paulson, President, Barbara Brauer, JoAnne Strain. Back 'rowz M'Marie Ewald, Charlotte Ainsworth, Pat Percival, Dorothy Hatfield, SecretaryfTreasurer. Director . Lucille Keys age Carle rancais Front row, left to right: Jane Erickson, Treasurer, Shirley Baldwin, Maddy Jaffray, Ruth Abbot, Dorothy Hatfield. Back row: Charlotte Ainsworth, Mary Ellen Sawyers, Mary Ann Finch, Secretary, Janice Meyer, Bea Wollaeger, Marilyn Eastman, President, Barbara Brauer. Adviser . Marthena Drybread Brrrfr-rfring went the bell at six-forty'five in the morning. Time to et u ! g PI woke up for a few seconds, only to go back to sleep. Suddenly I felt someone poking me. It was my roommate saying, Wake up, you lazy thing. You'll be late for breakfast if you don't hurry. Lazily I got up and stumbled over to the wash basin. I heard the scuff- scuff of -the other girls as they drearily sauntered down the hall, saying good moming as if they were half asleep. I realized it was getting late, so with a face covered with soapfsuds, I glanced at the clock. It was almost time for the second bell. I must :hurry now. I had rinsed off my face and was just brushing my teeth when the second bell rang. I put my clothes on, faster than ever DECEMBER Aft before, and had just taken the curlers out of my hair when the last bell rang. I could hear the girls going down the hall. Soon everyone had gone and all was quiet on the second floor. My roommate had left early. She said she couIdn't wait for me. I brushed my hair harder and harder. Finally I was ready to go. I grabbed my coat and ran down the hall. I reached the first floor. There wasn't anyone around. I threw my coat in a corner and flew down the stairs. just as I got to the dining room door, Miss Robertson started saying grace. My heart sank. Slowly I walked up to the head table to be excused. It seemed as if everyone was looking at me. I'm sure I shall never be late for breakfast again. Suznrrs Bmuna, '45 2 Pat got her first love letter iso she claimsj. Went to the turkey dinner at the church. 6 Dobbin Party. Bea and Barnes spiderwebbed Pat's room. 7 First chapel service on the hill and walk off campus. Mrs. Glad's pupils gave a Christmas program. Pearl Harbor! 10 Rings ! ! ! Q. gb., 34... Vacation! just one more day! I'm so excited. O gosh! just think, tomorf row we go home. Isn't it wonderful? Are you all packed? I am, except for the two pairs of stockings I just found and my comb and brush. I can't believe it! Just today and then homeward bound! Golly, I hope that the train isn't late as it usually is. I don't tihink it will be, though. You know, it's funny. It seems like just the other day when we were saying that in only four more weeks we would be home. Now it's only today and then we go. I really don't know why we have school tomorrow morning, do you? I won't be able to do anything, anyway. I can't even sit still today. Oh, just think. Tomorrow we go home! Did you just say that in three more weeks we'll be back at school? My gosh, don't ever say that again. Oh, I just remembered that I forgot to pack one of my skirts. I don't know where I'll put it. I'm taking everything I own because I never can tell when I'll need it. There goes the bell! After tomorrow there won't be any more bells for a while. just think-TOMORJROW! After school will you sit on my bag so I can shut it? Thanks! Bye now. See you in algebra. I am so excited. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow! Hurry up and come! P1-roses FRUDDBN, '43 15' Christmas parties. Food, food, and presents. 17 Christmas dinner. Chapel service. 18 We sang around the Christmas tree in the early morning. VACATION! 1-Bree WML.. ffferwarbs Well, here we are again, back on the good old Rocket. XVhat in the world is that porter doing running back and forth with my baggage? Oh, here's the conductor and he says he wants my ticket. Ticket? Oh, yes, ticket. Ha, ha! I must have misplaced it. Hmfm! How careless of me. Oh, here it is on the floor. I must have put my gum wrapper in my purse. Gosh, just think, exams in only three weeks. There's nothing I like better than having to go back to school after a threefweeks' vacation. There's so much to look forward to. Oh, well, it isn't so bad this time. Home was practically dead, anyway. Really, every smooth man in town is in the army. Owatonna? But we can't be in Owatonna yet! Not possibly! Gosh, and it always seems to take just hours to get home. Well, I guess we've just got time for another coke. JBANNIE OLsoN, '42 JANUARY 8 End of a perfect vacation. Back to work. Went skating on the new rink. 15 Miss Robertson started a series of bridge lessons. Basketball game with 14 First basketball game, Seniors vs. Juniors. Seniors won, 4Of11. faculty and seniors against underformers. Underformer dance at Shattuck Piggy bank club organized. Wonderful results. Pennies are dropping in all 18 Sleepfover. the time, 27 'Twas the day before the unmentionables. Study! Study! 30 Victory dance at Shattuck. 31 Saw swimming meet at Shattuck. Supper dance in our dining room. Ju ,Room 502 Ninefthirty Thursday night and the all quiet signal has gone on and off. As we look into Room 302, we see many terrible and wonderful things take place. The room is completely silent. One girl, the dark one who is wearing glasses, is studying industriously while the other girl is intently studying a good novel. This second girl's bed is littered with such things as books, stuffed animals, candy caramels, and the like. The silence continues until it is inter' rupted by the girl reading the novel. She jumps up suddenly, crying, Was that ninefthirty winks? I've got to wash out some stockings yet and put clean sheets on my bed because I didn't have time to do it this morning. And oh, those chemistry equations! I meant to go over them too! There is a barely perceptible sigh from the dark girl as she calms her distracted roommate, Well, I'll fix your bed and you get at those stockings and that chemistry. It is now a quarter to ten. Both beds are opened and there is another silence in the room labeled 302. The dark girl is still at her studying and the other girl is completely absorbed in her novel. Suddenly the quarter to ten lights blink and the novel crashes to the floor. Immediately a feverish activity begins in the previously peaceful room. Things begin to fly out of the closet- propel-led by the quick hands of the indolent owner of the articles. Where are my P.J.'s? Under which chair did I kick that blue bedroom slipper this morning? You said that you were going to put on fresh pajamas tonight. The' bedroom slipper is under the bed along with your tennis racquet and shoes, replied the patient roommate. Some time later the light is no longer seen under the closet door and beds are occupied. Loud sniffs may be heard from one bed as the forgetful roommate puts in her sinus nose drops. fThe occupant of the other bed is heard tossing restlesslyj Before closing her eyes, however, the sinus sufferer sits bolt upright in bed, asking loudly, Say, do you remember whether or not I wrote to my mother this week? BBA WOLLABGER, '42 Miss Bell-What differences were there between the Wlhigs and the Tories? Bea-Well, didn't the former wear whigs? Jane-I got the Angels Came Through . Char--They did? fgfelrbvli' Blissful silence fills the halls. No loud vias or piercing calls. Sundays, third and fifth, we sleep Bathed in slumber, sweet and deep. All week long such visions dear Come to us who labor here, And we vow, on Saturday, We shall sleep our souls away. Pillow's cool against the cheek, Mattress utters usual creak, Down into the depths we sink, Roused by, Darn, I want a drink! Finally we fall asleep. Limbs relax, and pulses creep. Then suddenly, and wit.h a start, We awake, at least in part. We're always roused from drowsiness At sevenften, no more, no less. Oh, cursed regularity, To spoil for me this rarity! MARY ANN Wonz, '43 OUR BONERS The dispursements aren't so good. Mercury guided soals to Hades. She was a moonfmaid out of green cheese. 'Bosko--I've got nylon feet. Hormel fseriouslyj-Gee, you wouldn't know it! Miss Gralow-Is the man who came to dinner here yet? FEBRUARY 1 Burned the Christmas greens in the evening. Did you see the beautiful corpse? 2 Had reading tests in the morning. Party at Dean Littleford's house. Had lots of fun. Scgxhomores had a fudge party with cokes and popcorn. 3 'Back to the ol life. 6 Got Buzzer privileges for the first time. 7 Scholastic weekfend! ! ! juniors used our sit and had late winks. 11 BluefGold game. Blues beat, 44 to 15. Art club dinner. Jn ormalif s tba J e not-e The small room overflows with girls. They are sitting in the most inconf ceivable places, on window sills, in cramped corners, and there is even a head sticking out from under the bed. But only a newcomer in the room notices these things, for the others are listening to the radio, enthralled with Tyrone Power. Although their main interest lies in the program, these girls seem to be capable of doin any number of things at the same time. All are munching on cookies supplied by a fond mother for such an occasion. There is a monotonous click of half a dozen pairs of needles as half a dozen pairs of hands knit a row and purl a row for the Red Cross. Some of the girls seem to be writing letters as uncon- sciously as others knit and eat. The recipien-ts of the letters written in this hodge'podge on Monday nights must become a trifle confused at times. The radio play has ended now. A big-name band swings a Beethoven sonata. Someone rolls up the rug and several couples begin to dance, much to the consternation of the bridge players on the floor. Wiho could mistake such a comfortable little scene for anything but a gathering of boarding school girls? There is an atmosphere of friendliness and companionship which is sadly lacking in other groups elsewhere. The hour approaches nine o'clock. When the bell rings, it is time to scatter home to bed. The evening, typical of that sient in class sits at Saint Mary's on a Saturday, Sunday, or Monday night, as been an enjoyable one because of the unrestrained, friendly, and informal mood of the happy group. SUSAN Bssssrr, '43 Emarie--My spread fthe type we have on Saturday nights in sits! cost 52.71. Miss Davis-Heavens, child, did you have it dryfcleaned? 4 The faculty went maids on us 5' Miss Robertson came back from the East. 7 Pat hurt her knee. 11 Birthday dinner. Concert in the evening by Lady Moore and Mr. Harold Triggs. Afterwards there was a reception and Dotty sang. 15' Miss Robertson left for the East. 23 Started First Aid lessons. Juniors went to Mrs. Pletcher's for a bridge luncheon. Dramatic club dinner. 25 Birthday dinner. Seniors gave a takeoff on the faculty in kindergarten. 26 Dr. Palmer visited us. The Virgil Class had a special treat when he read parts of the Aeneid. 28 Blake Glee Club program. Holb Tbaf Tub! Ah! Contentment! A bathtub overflowing with bubbly, pineescented water-what more could a person desire? To attain such bliss at Saint Mary's is an extremely difficult task. This is what I daily go through. just after school fnever beforej I have an inspiration. VVhy not tack a little saved note on one of the bathtub doors? Louise, you're a budding genius! With this parting self-compliment, I take rapid steps down the hall to follow up my brainstorm. But, lo and behold-four other people had that same idea. The only difference is that they had it first. On closer examination my ego is completely smashed, for each door boasts two saved signs. Well, Louise, I must say it was a good idea anyway. The showers! Electrified by this astonishing, blinding, stupendous idea, I stumble across the room. Whyfy-yfy, they've been reserved too! Well, third in line really isn't bad, I mutter, trying to console myself, as I add another card to the mounting collection on the fourth door. XVhen the time does come for baths, my predecessors are, naturally, unduly slow. However, I fi-nd that they feel differently about this matter, for when I gently U1 tell them that the fouvthirty bell just rang, well--I usually decide maybe I was wrong and they are not slow. How the other twentyfone juniors ever manage has never become quite clear to me, but I know they do. Whenever I set foot on the sacred premises of the bathroom between three and five o'clock, I know the deafening hubbub could not be made by less than twenty people. Gee, I've gotta start reducing! Does your skin itch like mine? This is really comingfdown-hair weather. That's my bathtub. Hurryfup-you don't have to take all day. And so on, and on! Finally the door opens, a head pokes in- Hey you bums in there, the five o'clock bell just rang! Only ten minutes until study hall! Bang, clatter, slam-and all is quiet! Louisa RANDALL, '43 and served dinner. 12 Vacation is nigh! 13 Friday the thirteenth! Not an unlucky day for us. Spring vacation begins! ! 26 Back to school. 30 Practically all the seniors are slaving on their term themes. U ecire for A erm eme Ckarel gina INGREDIENTS You've got my hymn book. 1 desk Where's my chapel cap? 2 or 3 new, sharp pencils 1 wastebasket 1 fountain pen 1 bottle of ink fl typewriter may be substituted for these materials! 1 ream of paper 6 or 7 large erasers 8 or 10 weighty, important tomes 3 cups of important infomation zn cups of care an cups of pains 2 cups of patience Reasonable amount of intelligence 1 pint of footnotes METHOD Put desk, pencils, wastebasket, pen and in-k for typewriterj, paper, and erasers in bowl and beat until mixture leaves sides of bowl. Alternate slowly the tomes and information, mixing thoroughly. Beat in a separate bowl the care and pains and add to the original mixture. Fold in the patience and add intelligence to taste. Pour in a greased pan and bake in a 500 degree F. oven for two or three weeks. W'hen cool, frost liberally with footnotes. Notice to Children who like to lick bowls: This dough is absolutely unpalatable when eaten before baking. ANNE BosANKo, '42 1 Alarm clocks and giggles. Guess who thought it up? 24 Shattuck- J-S. or ent' Have you ever visited Apartment No. 340? It is really a lovely place, and the lease could be signed right now for next year. Our apartment boasts a kitchen, liying room, and bedroom, all in one. VV'hen we first entered the room it was barren, but soon we had rearranged furniture, hung pictures on the wall, and added all kinds of personal touches. In reality the kitchen is a small cubbyhole where we have two wardrobe boxes to hang overcoats and bulkier objects. Our living room sports a desk, chair, victrola, and an Indian rug. At night we turn on our two reading lamps and our room is enveloped in a yellow glow. The only thing lacking in this picture is a serene little kitten curled up on a pillow. If you ever are looking for a good room for 1942, choose room number 340. GLADYS SHARP, '42 APRIL d Oh, oh! Here's that letter from Jack in my box--and I haven't even rea. it. You belong in front of me-- Oh, help!-a run in my last pair of stockings! Stand closer together-make a nice line- Shhh! Stop talking! Hope I get a certain letter tonight- Some'body's standing on my foot- ' Hey! Your elbow's in my neck! Move up one step-no, up! I've got to start taking those exercises tonight-after all that good cake we had for dessert- Gee, hey! those darling shoes-I wonder if they'd fit me? Shh! Here comes the faculty! I wish those sophomores wouldn't make so darn much noise- Chemistry test tomorrow-- There tghoes the telephone-wonder who it is- Hey- e prayer's starting- LET US PRAY-- Wl1at's the hymn? What's the hymn? Move up one more- I hope Charley calls tonight-- Hey-you're on the wrong foot- TI-ILE GI-lURCH'S ONE FOUNDATION- ANN Roy, '43 25 Juniors and seniors prepared for chemistry tests. 30 Sophomores entertained us with a melodrama at birthday dinner. ZYMCWGLCY W5ZV1-- Bea was so excited about receiving a. letter that she brought a napkin down to the table instead of a handkerchief? Marilyn Eastman brought a pillow slip to the table instead of a napkin? Pat Percival thought a polylinguist is one who talks too much? Mrs. Morehouse's name was called at Bank Night! KShe was chaperoning at Shattuck., Miss Berghoefer frightened the seniors with a note inviting them to her room? New crops of bangs were appearing in rapid succession? The sophomores began collecting fossils? 59 It was Friday morning about 8:08 A.M. when two students ran breath' lessly into the chemistry room. Miss Berghoefer glanced up as they took their seats. She patiently repeated the instructions for t e day. What pa e did you say? asked Ella. Having received no answer, she be an thumbing through her laboratory manual impatiently. Suddenly her face lighted up. She had found the page herself. The girls rose quickly and took their places at the work tables. After putting on their aprons, they began removing from the innocentflooking drawers e uipment of all sizes and shapes. Where is our graduated clyinder? asked Elllen, rummaging through the drawers. There were two graduated cylinders left on top of the tables last Tues' day, replied Miss Berghoefer calmly. Hey! We have two ringstands! called Mary Ann to her laboratory partner, who was weighing some sodium chloride on the scales at the other end of the room. em Ish' One is ours, replied Ann, who quickly put it in its rightful place. Be careful when you add the sulfuric acid through the thistle tube, Miss Berghoefer warned. Wash the bottle when you are through using it. Hmm! muttered Jan, her nostrils dilating with anger. Where are our matches? Here are some, replied Miss Berghoefer, her patience worn to the breaking point. Suddenly the bell rang. The silence which followed was broken by a chorus of voices. Hurry! We'll be late to English! But we haven't finished! Ellen, you put the equipment away! H'urry! Vfhere are my books? The Chemistry I Class passed from the laboratory. A new element had not been discovered, but then, maybe a future chemist had found her chosen work during that brief time. JAN Maven, '43 MAY Is it spring fever or is it love? Please advise. Our J'S. Saw Maurice Evans and Judith Anderson in Macbeth. Dramatic recital by pupils of Mrs. Glad. Field Day. Busy every minute from eight until dinner time. 2 9 13 16 Guest Day. 17 25 U30 ulvn' .lcib romenabe sqm evue R-rfr-ring! Sit phone! Mary Ann Finch! General populace leans back and says, Oh, John. Texas! Same reaction is seen on the part of the populace, with name changed to Gossett. McKisson! Must be Neilson or Parker again. Bosanko! Hey, Bosko, phone! Hurry! Here's my coat! Who is it? Long distance? General populace, amazed at such an unusual occurrence as Bosko getting a phone call, gathers at the head of the stairs, ready to pounce on the un' witting child as she comes fup. Who was it? What did he say? Did he ask you to the dance? These rapidffire questions are received with only a dazed smile. Bosanko has had a telephone call-the world has come to an end! ANNE BOSANKO, '42 Ce matinfci il y avait tant de bruit que je me suis r6veill6e avant la -premiere sonnerie. j'ai biille plusieurs fois et finalement j'ai saut6 A bas du lit et me suis depschee de voir ce que le bruit etait. Une des jeunes filles avai-t marche, tout en dormant, et elle etait tomibee dans l'escalier. Heureusement elle ne s'6tait pas fait mal. Je l'ai aidee in retourner A sa chambre, et je lui ai dit qu'elle devrait placer une chaise devant sa porte la prochaine nuit. Alors je suis retournee i ma chambre et me suis rendormie. Tout etait encore tranquille. MARY ANN FINCH, '42 SOUNDS GOOD Faculty member's definition of butterscotch: Onefhalf butter and one' half Scotch. bvice to t-ke dgovelovn How to recover from love affairs is a great and wei hty problem which has long harassed my quiet soul and disturbed my peaceful mind. How many times I have wished I could read the opinion of some worthy authority on the subject! To try to help others who may be likewise afflicted I am determined to jot down a few methods I have used, successfully or no. When faced with such a problem as this, the first thing you must do is to reason with yourself. Point out mentally Knot verbally to others, pleaselj all the logical reasons why it is foolish to think longingly of that tall, good- looking blond from up the street. VVhen you have tried this method, should it work, read no further but give this to some poor soul whose reasoning sense is not so keen as yours. If you still suffer from the pangs of despised love , I suggest you become deeply interested in something or someone fpreferably someone, else. Don't tie your' JUNE self down to one man. fYou don t want to fall in again before you ve fallen outj Like everyone and go out with innumerable men fthose quite different from the only star in my blue heaven , if possiblej. May the saints preserve anyone who foolishly sits at home night after night, you'll not get over a man by sitting at home thinking about him. You're still not over him? Well, you might try seeing a lot of him. f'I'ou're lucky if this is possiblej. The result will be any one of three possibilities: he may suddenly see your charm and fall for you, you might become disillusioned and tire of him, or, of course, you might land back in the same old rut again. Did it work? If not, perhaps you know a better procedure to follow. If so, yours truly would welcome any suggestions along this -line. RUTH Bucxmfn, '42 2 Play practices, rehearsals, tennis, and archery. 5 Senior play. Last assembly. Commencement at Shattuck. 6 7 Class Night. 8 Commencement. WE'LL MISS YOU ALWAYS SAVE IN OUR HEARTS. fgucb fgcenes as 7,-ke:-e No season is enjoyed with greater zeal by a Saint Mary's girl than spring. The world seems to be alive and ju-bilant in its new garb of green. Smiles are brighter, voices are gayer, hearts are fuller. Everything seems to be singing and laughing, and the troubles of today are forgotten in the peace and happiness of the campus. Splotches of girls are scattered over the green lawn. The constant pingfpong of tennis balls against tennis rackets can be heard. As we walk across the campus, breathing in the fragrance of this cool, clear spring day, we hear a warning cry. We are in the path of the archers who are waiting, bows poised, for the path of the arrows to clear. Hurrying on, once more we are lapped in the lazy peace that is so beloved by us all. Bright colors stand out as our eyes wander to various groups. There are girls everywhere--happy girls who are gaily dressed and who talk in contented tones to their companions. But we had better watch out! So busy were we in our thoughts, that we almost disturbed a serious bridge game under a big old comfortable tree. Of course, spring can not come and go without its little groups of players scattered on the grass, and we hear someone bravely bidding four spades and another regretfully passing. Although these indus' trious players assure us that we are welcome to sit down and watch, we stroll slowly on, restless but content in our wandering. We pause to watch the baseball game for a moment and call our encouragement to the players fiercely competing for athletic awards. As the time is growing short, we start back across the green, talking and walking with other members of this big family who live at Saint Mary's. We cross the drive and catch a faint melody coming from the gym' nasium. We know it is our seniors practicing for their traditional play. Sadness daunts our joy for we realize the year is drawing to a close, and those whom we love are going to leave us behind. As we prepare to wish them Godspeed, however, the light comes once again to our eyes, for we know, deep inside, the memory of them and such scenes as these will always be with us. MADDY JAFFRAY, '43 CIM QReport of Alumnae Secretary on Class of '42, The meeting was called to order at Saint Mary's Hall by the alumnae president, Mary Liz Morris, on June 8, 1966. The president asked that the minutes of the last meeting, june 8, 1942, be read. They were read and approved. The president then asked that the treasurer's report be given. The former class treasurer, 'fhale Dulebohn, Know the modern dancing teacher at Saint Mary's Hall, rose and reported that there was no more money in the treasury than on june 8, 1942. The president then asked that a report be given on the members of the Class of 1942, Shirley Baldwin, who is now running an information bureau, 'wok charge of this part of tlhe meeting. Shirley reported that jane Erickson is now managing a hamburger shop outside of Mankato, and that therefore she was unable to be present. Char McKisson is helping her mother get new members for their Sunday School in Fairmont. Senator Eleanor Colle is filibustering in Washington for better recipes and dress patterns. The Senator said that she was very sorry to be absent for the reunion of the Class of '42. Our former Editor' infChief, Ruth Buckeye, is waiting on tables in a New York restaurant, the Sailor's Delight . Anne Bosanko is far away in China acting as a missionary for the church. Also in New York is Ruth Abbot, now a cigarette girl singing at the Stork Club. Pat Percival, formerly our class president, was too much interested in the writing of her Ph.D. thesis on the Industrial Revolution to come to the meeti . Also in the fair city of Des Moines, Mary Ann Finch is managing an orghans' home and putting her golf clubs to other uses. Out in Massachusetts Florine Wetch recently celebrated her silver wedding anniversary. After Shirley's report on the absent members, the president asked that the members who were present rise and tell the class about themselves. She asked, however, that Janet Russell, the first woman Secretary of the Navy, tell us a little about her special department in the government. janet gave us a vofbec very interesting and enlightening speech on the intricate workings of the U.S. Navy. Next, Priscilla Hart, the famous author of The Influence of Cab Callol way's Music , passed out complimentary copies of her welleknown book. Dorothy Bunge, president of the League of Women Voters in Missoula, spoke to us, urging that we all join this esteemed organization as it is indeed worthwhile. It is regrettable that Dorothy's speech had to be interrupted so rudely, but just as she was in the middle of it, we heard a terrible screech of brakes and in traditional St. Mary's style, we all rushed to the windows to see what had happened. To our surprise, we saw a little racing car and printed in huge letters on its side was SPEED DEMON HORMELN. There was Helen all out of breath from hurrying so much. It seems that she had been racing on the salt flats of Utah. Helen had picked up Ieanne Olson in Salt Lake City and Jeanne was still hemming dish towels for her kitchen. Marge Wunder, the famous Shakespearian actress, obliged us with a rendition of a scene from Hamlet . Bea Wollaeger spoke to us for a few minutes on the chemistry department of the University of Minnesota. and all that it had done to her. Bubbles Wilkinson is managerfinfchief of a bus company, and she told us about the various sizes and styles of buses now in use. Since the year 1942 there have been several changes in the teaching and business staff. Ruth Paulson is now the headmistress of Saint Mary's, Babs Brauer is head of tihe music department, and Gladys Sharp is the business man' ager and bookkeeper. B The meeting was adjourned by the president after a motion was made and carried that the class have another reunion in 1992,--the Fiftieth Annie versary of the graduation of the Class of 1942. Respectfully submitted, JANE BARNES QSecretary of the Alumnae Association, ll I , ff Aves cate o mevica The Senior Class decided that because of the war it should try to cut ex' penses to the minimum. Instead of giving a play demanding costumes, properties, and royalty, a radio performance, Cavalcade of America, compiled by the Senior Class under the direction of Rhoda Snell Glad, was given. The program was built around the poem, I Hear America Singing , by Walt Whitman, and was di- vided into several sections: The prologue I Hear America Singing , a scene in the Standish Home taken from The Sampler by Carolyn Bailey, with Lora Standish, Ruth Abbott, josias Standish, Carolyn Wilkinson, Miles Standish, jr., Eleanor Colle, Mrs. Standish, Helen Hormel, a scene set in Revolutionary War days from Carter's 'lBeneath the Saddle , with Charlotte Mc-Kisson, Nathan Cathcart-jane Barnes, a British soldier-janet Russell, an American soldier, a scene in the deep South portrayed by a group of singers and dancers, a scene from Abe Lincoln in Illinois by Robert Sherwood with Seth, Dorothy Bunge- jack, Athalia Dulebohn-Aggie, Jeanne Olson-Gobey, the nigger, Marjorie Wunder--a child's voice, Barbara Brauer-Abe Lincoln, Ruth Paulson, a portion of Green Grow the Lilacs by Lynn Riggs with Jane Erickson as Aunt Eller, Florine Wetch as her niece, Laurey, and Anne Bosanko as Curly McClain, a modern school scene which presented Beatrice Wollaeger, as a young European refugee, Clara Barton portrayed by Gladys Sharp. Included in the ensemble scenes were Ruth Abbot, Shirley Baldwin, Anne Bosanko, Barbara Brauer, Eleanor Colle, jane Erickson, Helen Hormel, Priscilla Hart, Mary Ann Finch, Mary Elizabeth Morris, Gladys Sharp, Florine Wetch, Carolyn Wilkinson, Bea Wollaeger, Marjorie Wunder. Between the major sections of the evening's entertainment appropriate poems linking the periods were given by the Master of Ceremonies, Pat Percival, and the Announcer, Ruth Buckeye. The program closed with the entire cast forming a V with Clara Barton as the point and the audience and players singing together The Stat Spangled Banner. The Seniors were aided invaluably by two Juniors, Dorothy Hatfield, so- prano, and Marilyn Johnson, pianist. Hy. Tj... .tags f55...5j. zz , ff C Ltfvfl M5 fAs the curtain rises we find ourselves in a small, bleak classroom. Outside the wind is howling through the trees. Upstage, a young woman sits at a desk, her head buried in her hands. She is obviously the TEACHER. Into this sin' ister setting steals a gruesome group of girls. This is the FOURTH YEAR ENGLISH CLASS. There are eleven. The teacher rises., TEACHER: Today we shall discuss the relative merits of Browning and Tennyson. fShe shudders at the gleam that comes to the eyes of her pupils., Athalia, tell us about Tennyson's life. THAIL fswallowing the cracker she has been munching,: He was engaged to her twelve years before he married her. fThis seems sufficient, so she stops., BEA Qthoughtfully,: Do you believe in long engagements? !PAT: Heck, no! BEA: Well, you can't always tell what you're getting into! PAT fdrawing her dagger,: You can't wait forever! TEACHER: Girls- BEA: Well- QBEA makes a move for the dagger, but PAT is too quick for her. She leaps at BEA . . . The ten are engaged in a few moments of silent meditation for their departed comrade, at which time the TEACHER quickly intervenes., TEACHER: Girls! Ruth, would you tell us about Browning? RUTH: fShe has been playfully winding her belt around PRISCILLA'S neck to see if a person would really turn blue. At the question, she lets go of the belt, and proceeds to answer as PRISCILLA falls to the ground, blue, Well--there her memory fails her,--he was kinda unconventional. BOSKO: That's the way I like them! EC: You've got to have some convention. BOSKO: Convention just gets in the way. EC: Well, 'look what happens if you don't have it. BOSKO: But, look what happened when you did have it. EC: But, look . . . EC: But, look . . . BOSKO: But, look . . . FINCH: I think so too. flmmediately the two debaters leap at the most unwelcome intruder, and succeed in strangling FINOH in a few seconds., TEACHER: Really, girls, this is too much! Uust to show her that they will not take orders from anyone, BOSKO and EC jump at each other's throats and succeed in knocking each other to the floor, where they roll over and over again until they knock their heads against the radiator., RUTH: My roommate! fShe drinks a bottle of iodine., I get awfully scared sleeping all alone. fShe dies., TEACHER: Helen, tell us about De Gustibus- . p HELEN: Well, there- PAT: I like Italy. BABS: I like Florida. THAIL: I like Minnesota. BABS: I can't abide winter. THAIL: I love winter. BABS: The climate's always wonderful in Florida. THAIL: I hate monotony. fTwo shots resound. THAIL and BABS-poor dears-are dead., QHORMEL sits with a smoking revolver in her hand., HORMEL: I don't like people who quibble. fShe faints., TEACHER: Now, girls, which do you like better, Tennyson or Browning? ' fPAT and BUCKY stare dewey-eyed at their lifeless companions. Such a shame that they should have perished before this most controversial of contro- versial questions should be opened to discussion. There is nothing, they know, that would have pleased their classmates more than a good argument. They realize that they must carry on the tradition of the FOURTH YEAR ENGLISH CLASS., PAT fnastily,: I like Browning. BUCKY Qamazed,: So do I. PAT fbravely trying to start an argument,: I like chocolate pudding. BUCKY: So do I. I like capital punishment. fShe is trying, too., PAT: So do I. fShe is in tears., fThey look at each other. They know what their decision must be. Better dead than unfaithful to the motto of the FOURTH YEAR ENGLISH CLASS. They shake hands, walk to the window, open it, and jump to their doom. The room is dark save for the TEACHER. She rises to leave. The weak HORMEL raises herself far enough to aim her revolver., HORMEL: None shall live to tell the tale! fShe shoots the TEACHER and collapses on the floor, mumbling the motto of the FOURTH YEAR ENGLISH -CLASS., De Gustibus est Disputand-um . ELBANOR Conn, '42 mf W M-...M - . K, P' f X 1 X Af! pf .. ,...A4- H- Q., xxx if QW U 7,-be fgrieiev Step right up, folks, and see the greatest show of its kind in the world. A flashing, checked suit and derby hat stand egotistically before a crowd of gullible spectators. What a great resemblance can be seen between this gaudy side-show spieler and another, more influential spieler , with a stupid black mustache and a stupid name, Adolph. Lordly, the Spieler announces his show. The crowd, having seen so many fakes, listens eagerly to his vivid talk. It seems as if this is really what they want to see. The crowd surges forward. Those who are undecided are pushed along in the forest of spectators. Eagerly they pay their price and step inside. But where are the splendid, wonderous sights? Dirty canvas and dusty sawdust, mingled with the heat and sweat of the crowded tent, are all that can be seen. Two or three mediocre acts are shown: a midget, weary and dis' dainful, a fat lady, hot and uncomfortable, and a native moron, grunting and blubbering, as The Wild Man of Borneo . The crowd murmurs, Fake . . gyp . . fraud. But suddenly the spieler again steps forward. This is not all, ladies and gentlemen. To your left you see a small door. Behind that door you may see the greatest, most exciting show ever staged. We are showing this to you at great expense. Therefore, I must ask a small admission charge of ten cents. But for that small price you will see the battle of the ages. A free-foreall between our brave countrymen and three barbarous infidels. Step up, folks, and get your nickels! Again the crowd comes forward, hopes renewed. From inside the tent shouts are heard. Slowly, however, the shouts die out. Cries of fake are again heard. The weary, defrauded crowd leave the tent. Again they have been fooled. Let us go home, Tony , a thick faced black haired woman pleads, It is no use. Then from the other side, they hear, Come in folks, and see the greatest show on earth. They turn again, eagerly. MARY ANN WORK, '43 uf!-015 emar as Sarcasm is knifelike in performance. There are many classes of derision, just as there are many types of knives. The dull table knife belongs to the com' monest group, for nearly every human being employs its aid daily. No matter how it is forced, it can not make a deep scar, however, it does its work excel' lently. Then there is the grapefruit knife. That instrument, although moving in a circuitous path, eventually reaches the very core of its object. It is slow, deliberate, and always sure. The sawftoothed knife is a most surprising individual. Pooled by its harmless appearance, its victims are caught -unawares, and deep bruises are the result. Methodically, deftly, it sets out and accomplishes its job, leaving no doubt as to who has the master touch. Chopping and hacking knives! These both pound away at their object until it is mere putty. The hunting knife, ruth' lessly sharp and pointed, tears and digs to the very foundation of its subject. As a group, these knives do merciless work, which can never be mended entirely. It makes no difference how skillful the mender is, the scar is always present- it is irremovable. Louisa RANDALL, '43 The against' ours I had entered upon the last hours of my life. It was arranged that I should die at eight o'clock on an April morning. I lay in my cell, and try as I would, I could not subdue the intense desire that I had to live. I was too young for death. I loved the sun, the blue sky, the green grass, the birds in the trees, and the spring flowers. As I lay in my cell in the darkness, tossing feverishly through the slow hours, I could not bear the thought that all too soon I should see the sun rise for the -last time. It drove me nearly mad to think that I must leave it all. The fair and noble earth which I had loved so passionately was at an end. With all the force of my will I had tried to compose myself. But now as I lay shuddering in the darkness, I could not bring my mind to accept the end. Time and time again I pressed my eyes to the hard pallet with a halffstrangled moan of despair. Then faint sounds began to creep through the night. All too soon my quivering senses caught them, and I knew at once that it was the noise of hammers upon wood. They were setting up the scaffold in the courtyard. A fever shook my mind. My strength was leaving me. Death--and such a death- was a thing I did not know how to meet. A grim terror took hold of me. I crept weakly back to my pallet. But now I began to pray for death, for, even though I had had so much desire to live before, I felt that I could not endure this awful waiting. At last, quite suddenly, I heard a sound that was much closer than the distant noise of the hammers. A key was grating in the lock of the door. Yes, my hour was here at last. With a feeling of relief, I sat up on my pallet, and new life seemed to flow through me. Suddenly I felt very strong and alive. I was ready for death now. Let it come! ANNE YoUNc, '44 nvnsion Vsfhenever I hear about an enormous army overpowering a small and comparatively defenseless village, it brings to my mind the picture of a destruc' tive flood swelling over cities and towns. The waters remain outwardly calm and placid while cautiously waiting for the proper time to sneak up under cover of spring warmth a-nd heavy rain. As this time approaches the river gathers speed and power. It gains more speed and even greater power as the crisis draws near. Without warning, the turbulent waters burst from their natural boundaries and rush forth over the fields and forests as though chased by some wild wind. Long feelers of water forge ahead to begin the onslaught. At first the river rushes swiftly over the fruitful fields where there is no opposition. Gathering crops and fences and soil in the path, it hurls them heavily against the buildings of the town. There is a great struggle as flood fights man and man-made strucf tures. The strength and unexpectedness of the flood crushes everything in the way. The' waters slow their pace for now they have gained control of the town. The thick muddy river gradually calms until it is merely flowing steadily to keep all it has overpowered in possession. MARY AUSTIN, '43 fri. g........ The waves lapped lazily on the whitewashed rocks of Teepeotah Bay. The sun beat dovsm on the white sand shore. The atmosphere was heavy and the heat was almost unbearable. In the thinfwalled lake cottages there had been no escape from the 100 degree Fahrenheit weather which had persisted for two weeks. At first the people had been hopeful of relief, but from hopefulness they had passed through lethargic inertia and finally into feverish activity in an effort to forget the torridity. It was on such a day that Kay Sherman had put the small beach table and chairs and the colorful sun umbrella out under the cottonwood -trees that grew on the sandy shore. Kay laboriously carried dishes and food up and down the thirty'one steps from the house to the beach because Pamela Ward and Jane Baker, young women from Awanka Bay, had promised to canoe over in spite of the weather. Wlien Kay finally sat down beside the table, the dainty party food laid out under snowy white cloths, she found by a glance at her watch that her guests were already late. Pleased at the chance to rest, Kay stretched out in the canvas lawn chair and listlessly watched across the water for the canoe. Lulled by the waves and the gentle rustle of the hot wind in the trees, Kay was soon asleep. How long she slept she was not certain, but she was suddenly awakened by a sharp crack of thunder. She jumped up with a start. The sky was almost black and an ominous funnelfshaped cloud was approaching from the northwest. Kay began hurriedly to gather all the dishes that she could into her arms and just as she reached the top of the stairs, the rain came in great torrents. Glory' ing in the cool rain, she ran up and down the stairs and all around the house, closing windows and removing furniture from the screened porch. These things done, she went outside to watch the storm. The lake looked wild with the waves dashing high above the raft and dock. She went up on the point and looked over the water. Suddenly she noticed the bottom of a small boat turned over in the water and two figures desperately trying to get hold of the bobbing boat. Kay realized with a horrible certainty that it must be Jane and Pam. She had no boat of any kind, but she ran quickly down to the beach screaming all the way for help. The two young women struggling against the Water were not far from shore. Kay quickly removed her shoes and plunged into the wild water. She was an excellent swimmer, but the waves were too great for her. One after another, they washed over the young woman. That night, after the storm, when three .young men came through a drizzling rain to their summer cottages, they were greeted only by echoing emptiness. Jorcs ANDERSON, '44 ago Carver-A Ciclisl-A El otro dia yo fue a la carrera ciclista. Cuando llege alli los ciclistas mon' taban en sus bicicletas. Luego oye los gritos del director de la carrera: Pref parados! Listos!! Ya!!! Salieron como disparados y todos hacian un gran esfuerzo por alcanzar el primer puesto. Mi amigo que estaba en la carrera hizo eso, dejando atras a los otros competidores. El estaba seguro de ganar. Al fin se acerco a la meta. Todas las personas en -las graderias gritaron pero 61 no escuchaba y luego choco con la meta y cayo al suelo. Era lastima pero era lo que hacia falta. al ciclista demasiado confiado. ATHALIA DULEBOHN, '42 onfnwa Rough and free was the country and rough and free were the men who settled it. There was no place for the lazy and weak but there was gold, wealth, work, beauty, and open spaces for those who dared face the dangers before them. The people who first came to Montana came in covered wagons, on horseback, or on foot. The way was hard and life did not grow easier when they arrived. Indians roamed the hil-ls and scalp locks were heavy. If all the sections of the United States were classified according to types, it would be almost impossible to classify Montana, for Montana is a conglom- eration. In few other places is there such a wide variety of people and things. It always seems to me that they tried to put a little of everything into Montana because mountains and plains, deserts and lakes, trees and farmland are all mixed together into a combination of breathftaking loveliness and desolate uglif ness. The people are mixed up, too. Millionaires, horse thieves, sheepherders, ranchers, bankers, and gamblers all stand up at the same bar and take their turns at buying the next round. Montana loves showmanship. She likes a good show and knows how to put one on. She lacks the common sense of the New Englanders, but instead, possesses the beauty of youth intermingled with an odd longing for that which is gone. Montana used to be a young lanky cowboy. He drank too much and swore too loudly, but his word was as lasting as his twenty-dollar Stetson. Now that cowboy is getting a little -gray. His eyes mist a little as he remembers the old days with their quick-shooting action. But there is no stoop in his shoulders. There will be many roundups too before this cowboy hangs his saddle in the barn. MARY ANN WORK, '43 Its Jr... Oh, tell us, beautiful rainbow flower, the nine little breezes begged, tell us the story of your life again. But, my children, I have told it to you so many times. But we like to hear it, they pleaded. Well, all right, but as soon as your mother, Zephyra, comes to gather you, remember you must go without coaxing or teasing. All right, they agreed after a moment's meditation. Well, once, a very long time ago when I was living as a mortal in Sparta with my father I won the favor of two -great gods, Apollo and Zephyrus, the great grandfather of your mother. I loved to play games and Apollo was alternately my opponent and then my companion on my hunting and fishing trips. I learned to like Apollo the better, and I completely ignored Zephyrus. One day Apollo and I participated in a game of quoits. Meanwhile Zephyrus, without our knowledge, stole up and sent one of the iron rings back and it hit me. Before I died Apollo said he would make me immortal, and so from my blood sprang a beautiful flower, the Iris.-Well, I'm tired now. I shall see you boys again. Oh, thank you, thank you, the nine little breezes cried. They soon were frolicing off and, as usual, were out to do more mischief. So Miss Iris closed her petals and took one more look at Apollo as he vanished behind the hill. MARY RoLLrr, '46 In between Where the Red River makes down to the Misdssippi And the border line of Kansas lies, 'There is a stretch of rolling grass land . . . Long, sweeping Prairie .... That is named Oklahoma . It is a. new, raw state, And the folks from back east Are apt to sniff down their noses at it .... But- Back of statehood, back of settlers, back of white men, Stretches the long blue summer of Indian days That goes back and back into the mists Of eternity. Once .... Only soft mocassined feet Pushed against the prairie earth .... Only Indian faces, fiercely quiet Like the sun and the sky, Moved against the vastness. An Indian always tried To make his house the same as the land .... He wouldn't even put glass in his windows Because it glared in the sun. A fellow named Coronado came through in 1541 With a band of strange bearded men In strange iron clothes, Looking for gold, and babbling of lost cities and treasure, But after a while, No one remembered them. Then a lean little Frenchman called Jean Choteau, Lean and wiry, After the habit of French traders, Came traveling down from Saint Louis. He set him up a trading post and built him a house With magnolia trees out in front. After him came a few settlers In rattling wagons With lean hound dogs, And a few who loved elbow room more than home, And a few who couldn't stay at home a-nd keep healthy. Then one day Came long files of weary Indians With dust on their feet and despair in their eyes. Creek and Qua aws Seminoles and fghoctaws Cherokees and Chickasaws, Trudging hopelessly with bowed heads Over the lonely Oklahoma Trail of Tears . The smoke of new camp fires rose blue against the dusk, And they tried to forget the sorrow And the bitterness of heartbreak. But way off in Washington Men were greedy for more land, And pretty soon Somebody thought of the Indian Territory. S0 one day in April They stretched a line down the side of the territory, And they said Here's free land for everybody. When the gun goes off Run for it. So people on horses And people on foot And people in carriages And trains and wa ons crowded with people All lined up in the blazing sunshine. And at 12:00, noonday, BOOM! went the gun, and The rush was on. There was a lot of noise that night And a lot of killing But the next morning .... The land was claimed And towns grew up out of nothing .... Plimsy tents and knocked together shacks . . . And you couldn't get a bed anywhere For under fifteen dollars. And stores appeared And false fronted saloons, And maybe even a. newspaper. Oklahoma was booming, And wide open .... Wide open. In 1906, By some highchanded politics and monkey business Oklahoma was declared a state And another star was set into the American flag. Then came oil .... And more people And more flimsy mushroom towns And great frameworks of wood and steel And creaking walking beams And roaring thirdfwheels And round black oil drums, Glistening in the strings of light. Wild cat T- Tx ' Biggest poo in e country -- -- Five hundred barrels a day - - Millions made or lost in ten minutes. Gushers spouting into the heavens, Olclaboma, C.,,.', And hungry flames roaring against the night sky. And shouting, and hubbub, and fear. Spectacular, that's What! Blaring and rowdy and colorful, like a parade. Yes, like a parade, with brass bands. Screeching and olanking and roaring .... And over it all, and under it all Is the long cool sweep of prairie sky . . . And the long rolling swells Of the warm prairie earth. Now great shining cities rise out of the distance And hang like fairy towers above the prairie, And heat waves dance on long smooth asphalt ribbons, And refineries blow black smoke against the moon And tank farms squat silver in the sunset. A farmer moves under the flaming banner of the sunset And flaps the plough reins against the horse's bony sides and says, Whoa there, Maud, Supper time. And when drought comes, and dust storms, And the red earth falls into dry cracks And hard times come to the people .... Some of them pick up and leave Some of them give up .... But some turn their faces to the sky And feel the pulsing earth under their shoes, And they stay. Dust .... And smoke across the sun .... And oil wells sharp against the brazen sun . . . And prairie below, and sky up above. And folks come here And throw back their shoulders And breathe deep of the smell of warm grass and Open sky. 01' Feet are marching again, Marching to the east and the west, The north and the south, marching From sea to seag marching Over mountains and valleys and plainsg Marching over bodies and souls, Lives and traditions, marching- They have forgotten why, marching To satisfy someone's lust and hate and madnessg Marching-after a few years of restg Marching again, Marching ..... ANN ROY, '43 Ike Ckilbren. Upstairs my child lies quiet, Her hand beneath her cheek .... But a little Paris refugee Is moaning in her sleep. My john has gone a-pirating Where buried treasure lies .... And a bright haired child in Holland Lifts hunger stricken eyes. At twilight childish voices Shout and laugh at hidefandfseek . . . But an English baby quiuers As the siren voices shriek. My Alice and a neighbor child Are running through the park .... And a little boy in Belgium Is crying in the dark. ANN ROY, '43 usd- Z-kese And if it pleases God--I'd like: A bird's sweet song, A lovely tree whose branches seem To touch the clouds, A shining lake with sunlight's laughter On its waves, A high green hill from which to look At earth below and heaven above And then, if God so choose, I'd like To keep you at my side. BEATRICB WOLLABGER, '42 The sun is high, and as I lie Beneath the shady trees, I see the clouds float slowly by And feel the cooling breeze. I am red, The whip is spent, I wonder where the Cookies went. Marching .... RUTH BUCKBYB, '42 MARY ELLEN STILES, '46 Hiizin joyce Anderson Char McKisson Gold Digger Captain Blue Bonnet Captain Adviser . Dorothy Anderson -aim! - , .W gi! if anb fgrur From left to right, standing: Dorothy Bunge, Gloria Yost, Barbara Shaw, Marilyn Youmans, Mary Ellen Stiles, Shirley Baldwin, Mary Ellen Sawyers, jean Bunge. On horse back: Priscilla Hart, jettie Mclntosh, Alice Hubbard, Elizabeth Mitchell, Carolyn Pomeroy, Anne Young, Marilyn Eastman, Sally Lange, Mary Rollit. Adviser . Virginia Bell we 'eff -as Front row, left to right: Jeanne Olson, janet Russell, Associate Art Editors, Eleanor Colle, Literary Editor, Athalia Dulebohn, Humor Editor, Anne Bosanko, Business Manager, Ruth Abbot, Snap Shot Editor, Gladys Sharp, Advertising Manager. Top row: Ruth Buckeye, EditorfinfChiefg Char McKisson, Senior Class Representative. Advisers . Art, Olive Peltier, Literary, Lula Mae Curfman V-Qgzdst it 061155 J Ogove I feel a little lost when I attempt to record in a tangible form all the things I love. I love so many things .... some because they are glowing and strong, some because they are soft and delicate and fragile, some because of associations, and many merely for themselves because they are beautiful or have the quality of beauty. So I am going to try to snare the floating fragments of color, sound, and ideas that cross my mind when I think of the things I love . . . . . the powerful free wind that sweeps over ferti-le rolling fields or swirls and sings on tall hill tops .... the turbulent ocean that plunges and climbs in wild ecstasy .... tiny blue flowers pushing up through the tangled grass in sun'soaked wildernesses. Soft spring rain falling on the wonder of lush green -growing things, and the bright faith of children's laughter. The tall white grace of oottonwoods in the sun, and the pattern that interlaced branches make against the moon. The mocin itself, crooning low in the midnight sky, like a blind man singing himself to s eep. The shining dauntlessness of courage that stands with its banner out' flung against the bloodfstained sky and dares all things to conquer it. Tangled sunbeams in a baby's hair, and the enchanting soft pink small- ness of a baby's hands and feet. Old fashioned yellow crockery mixing bowls . . . . and an old fashioned pin cushion festive with faded lace and ribbons, and thrust full of strange old pins. The reverence of sunlight falling through the vivid, passionate reds and blues of a stained glass window onto -the cfuiet forms of kneeling people, and swallows wheeling and dipping against a ca m evening sky. u White flowers, in the rain. The clear, crystalline loveliness of single notes. or the soul shaking storm of Wagner by a full symphony orchestra. The deep, singing -strains of Fin' landia rising out of black, pointed pine trees against a red winter sun. The glorious, full strains of the Star Spangled Banner that make shivers chase up and down your spine, and the simple, haunting melody of Taps that brings tears pricking at your eyelids. A basket full of golden cocker spaniel puppies with adoring eyes and dragging ears, clumsy, wellfmeaning feet, and damp eager noses, their sttrbby tails frantically wagging their whole fat rears and their small pink tongues wetting an amazing area of your ha-nds and face. Crowded places . . . city streets and county fairs and circuses, where many little threads of humanity unite and make a glorious glowing pattern of life. Quiet places .... the singing stillness of a forest pool, old ruins in the starlight, and the purple hush of the dusk'time with a crystal moon in the sky. Old dresses that have laughter and tears in their folds, and a worn copy of the Rubaiyat bound in old and saffron. An ancient Javanese temple bell, oddly carved and marked, with some strange eastern god, half man, half monkey, on the handle. A battered doll, my first, with virulent red hair and rather start' ling blue eyes. My mother's wedding gown. The code of living that grants to every man an equal amount of soul, which we call Freedom. America, with its rose red bams, its sweeping sky, its mighty, muddy rivers, its songs, its heartbreaks, and its courage. The little people everywhere who are suffering and dying for this same Freedom, because they believe in it, just as we do. There are so many different ways to love .... with laughter, with a poignant stab of longing, with passion that shakes you like a whirlwind, or with repose, with quiet eyes and heart. Now the crushing blow of war and sufferin seems to have blotted out everything that is good, and wise men tell us that glue world is rushing toward ruin and destruction. But only think how unbearable life would be if there was nothing left on earth to love. ANN Roy, '43 inter Everywhere there is gray and white. It is difficult to discern where the steel gray of the sky and the crystal white of die newly fallen snow meet. From the eaves of the aluminum-painted buildings hang clear, almost transparent stalagmites of ice. The leaffbared branches of the maples and elms are thickly coated with a snowy blanket, and the green of the pines is nearly hidden by the feathery flakes. The shiny telephone wires sag under the great weight of the snow. Huge snow dunes dot the landscape. The roads appear to be a sea of rippling waves formed by the drifting snow. Here and there are seen a few faint signs of life: a few stray rabbits, some sparrows, and in the distance, a dog or a wolf. Gray smoke curls out from the chimney of the little white house. Black begins to replace some of the white, and night-still, clear, and cool- envelops the countryside. RUTH Bucxcnvn, '42 fgcbooi mivecfov FACULTY Anderson. Dorothy, 426 Dakota St., Vermillion, South Dakota Bell, Virginia, 1805 Grand Ave., Santa Barbara, California Berghoefer, Clara, 1722 North Park Ave., Chicago, Illinois. Curfman. Lula Mae, 548 W. Second St., Maryville, Missouri Davis, Alice, Apt. 48, 1786 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis, Minnesota Drybread, Marthena, care of: Mrs. J. H. Chambers, Centerville, Maryland Dunaway, Mrs. W. F.. St. Mary's Hall, Faribault, Minnesota Flsher, M. Eleanor, 208 Palmola Drive, Lakeland, Florida Gardner, Mrs. Florence Wood, Saint Mary's Hall, Faribault, Minnesota Gralow, Elenora, 2001 St. Anthony Avenue, St. Paul, Minnesota Gulwick, Genevieve, St. Mary's Hall, Faribault, Minnesota Keys. Lucille, 707 N. Lafayette Street, Macomb, Illinois McGrew, Mrs. C. D., St. Mary's Hall, Faribault, Minnesota Mast, Florence, 818 North Elizabeth Street, Angola, Indiana Morehouse, Mrs. Cyrus, Route 2, Excelsior, Minnesota Muller, Elizabeth, 788 Riverside Drive, New York, New York Peltier, Olive, 921 Third Avenue N.W., Faribault, Minnesota Reeve, Pluma, St. Mary's Hall, Faribault, Minnesota . Robertson, Margaret, 418 Third Avenue, Warren, Pennsylvania COLLEGE Balfour, Audrey, 648 4th Avenue South, Faribault, Minnesota Roth, Lois Ann, Perris, California Spurbeck, Ruth, Cloquet, Minnesota SEN IORS Abbot, Ruth, 8715 Thomas Avenue South, Minneapolis, Minnesota Baldwin, Shirley. P.0. Box 61, Danbury, Wisconsin Barnes, Jane. Redwood Falls, Minnesota Bosanko, Anne, 4150 York Avenue South, Minneapolis, Minnesota Brauer, Barbara, 8148 Holmes, Minneapolis, Minnesota Buckeye, Ruth, R.R. No. 2, Mankato, Minnesota Bunge, Dorothy, 404 Keith Avenue, Missoula. Montana Colle, Eleanor, 4204 Beard Avenue South. Minneapolis. Minnesota Dulehohn, Athalia, 8047 5th Avenue South, Minneapolis, Minnesota Finch, Mary Ann, 1181 85th Street, Des Moines, Iowa Erickson, Jane, 608 Byron Street. Mankato, Minnesota Hart, Priscilla, 8846 Holmes South, Minneapolis, Minnesota Hormel, Helen, 805 South Greenwich St., Austin, Minnesota Johnson, Gladys Sharp. 6816 Crandon Avenue, Chicago, Illinois McK1sson, Charlotte, Fairmont, Minnesota Morris, Mary Elizabeth, 2812 East Superior Street, Duluth, Minnesota Olson, Jean, 1565 Arlington Drive, Salt Lake City, Utah Paulson, Ruth, 810 Reeves Drive, Grand Forks, North Dakota Percival. Patricia. 219 87th Street, Des Moines, Iowa Russell, Janet, Naval Quarters Apt. C-5 Perry Circle, Annapolis, Maryland Wetch, Florine, 4930 First Avenue South, Minneapolis, Minnesota Wilkinson, Carolyn, 4519 Browndale Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota Wollaeger, Beatrice, 1818 Oliver Avenue South, Minneapolis, Minnesota Wunder, Marjorie, 4649 East Lake Harriet Blvd., Minneapolis, Minnesota JUNIORS Ainsworth, Charlotte, 709 Miles Street, Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin Austin, Mary, 5085 Aldrich Avenue South, Minneapolis, Minnesota Bassett, Susan, 1225 Sth Street South. Fargo, North Dakota Cooley. Ella, Shattuck Campus, Faribault, Minnesota Eastman, Marilyn, 410 Groveland Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota Frudden, Phoebe, Edanbee-on-Dodge. Dubuque, Iowa Hatfield, Dorothey, Harlem, Montana Hubbard, Alice, 2263 Princeton Avenue, St. Paul, Minnesota Jaffray, Madeleine, 2216 South Irving, Minneapolis, Minnesota Johnson, Marilyn, 90th Lyndale Avenue North, Minneapolis, Minnesota Kellogg, Marilyn, Horse Shoe Drive, Alexandria, Louisiana Lang, Sally Ann, 820 Superior, Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin Meyer, Janice, 529 Tyman Place, Faribault, Minnesota Olson, Marie, 50 Luverne, Minneapolis, Minnesota Pletcher, Ellen. Shattuck Campus, Faribault, Minnesota Rider, Anna Marie, 126 McLeod Avenue. Missoula, Montana Randall, Louise, 5142 Belmont Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota Roy. Ann, 1721 South Carolina, Tulsa. Oklahoma Wlsnlld, Margarette, Boulevard Apartments, Lewistown, Montana Wirth, Mary Louise, 1850 Vermillion Road, Duluth, Minnesota Work, Mary Ann. McLeod, Montana Zoellner, Patricia, Drexel National Bank, Cottage Grove Ave.. Chicago, SOPHOMORES Anderson, Joyce, 1879 Feronla Avenue, St. Paul, Minnesota Ewald, Emarie, 8848 Beard Avenue South, Minneapolis, Minnesota Flte, Francis, 1417 Emporia, Muskogee, Oklahoma McCabe, Janet. Route 1, Minneapolis, Minnesota McCauley, Joan. 502 Third Avenue, Laurel, Montana McIntosh, Jettie, 83 and Sumner Avenue, Lincoln. Nebraska McLaughlin, JoAn, 5402 Abbott Place, Minneapolis, Minnesota Pomeroy, Caroline, Arcola Lane, Minnetonka Beach, Minnesota Sawyers, Mary Ellen, 617 Drake Avenue, Centerville, Iowa Scholpv, Grace, 446 South Main Street, Hutchinson, Minnesota Strain, Jeanette, 2870 Manse Avenue, Lincoln, Nebraska Strain, JoAnne. 2870 Manse Avenue, Lincoln, Nebraska Youmans, Marilyn, 1829 Grand Avenue, Kcokuk. Iowa Young, Anne, 907 Sixth Avenue Southwest, Rochester, Minnesota FRESHMEN Brauer, Suzette, 8148 Holmes Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota Bunge, Jean, 404 Keith Avenue. Missoula. Montana Hixon, Shirley, Brinker Road, Barrington, Illinois Mitchell, Elizabeth, 2914 E. Superior Street. Duluth, Minnesota Shaw, Barbara, 2424 Pleasant Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota Shettlemore, Mary Lou, Box 840, Bemidji, Minnesota Yost, Gloria. 2900 Stratford Avenue. Lincoln, Nebraska GRADERS Rollit, Mary C., 4816 Portland Avenue, Minneapolis, Minnesota Stiles. Mary E. 828 W. Elmwood Place. Minneapolis, Minnesota Illinois COMPLIMENTS OF THE S. 6- L. COMPANY USE MORE DAIRY PRODUCTS AND BE SURE THEY ARE PASTEURIZED ARIGOLD RICH MILK - CREAM - BUTTER - ICE CREAM BUTTERMILK - COTTAGE CHEESE Marigold Dairies, Inc. Phone 630 'You'll Appreciate the Difference READ THE FARIBAULT DAILY NEWS COMPLETE LOCAL COVERAGE World News Through Associated Press Service A 7-lte?leufz-de-fis 06 IQLL2 was made with the assistance of the following: William Bull, group photographs Elleby, portraits Buckbee Mears Co., offset Sanford Press, printing National Boolcbinding Co., binding Also we wish to express gratitude to our advertisers, who helped make the book possible. G. H. KUHLMAN Jeweler A Goon JEWELRY sroan The banfurh Brass Qllumpanp E- SS' los., QQB 'YQURD ,Q PRESS 6?- , Q11 sg' wb 2 Publications . Catalogs . Color Work 118420 East Third Street FARIBAULT, MINNESOTA Security Insurance Agency GENERAL INSURANCE Security Bank Bldg. Phone 397 Parks Private Estates Golf Courses Compliments ANDREWS NURSERY co. I 4 '7!wezb1e Ga. Landscape Deslgnefs Faribault, Minnesota FARIBAULT, MINNESCTA P A R A D I S E C and Grows of Hardy LIDO THEATRES Presenting EV-ERGREEN5 - TREES - SHRUBS - PERENNIALS The World's Finest Screen Entertainment B U S Y B E E C L E A N E R S I Flowers for Every Occasion VALETORS We Telegraph Flowers Anywhere All Kinds of Alterations on Ladies and Gents Garments I , TAILORS - HATTERS - SHOE REBUILDRRS N Y E S G R E E N I-I O U S E S 209 Central Ave., Faribault, Minn. Phone 537 1801 W- 4th St- TCI- 252 Faribault, Minn- I Compliments from TREASURE CAVE CHEESE IV E Y ' S F, M, FREDERIKSEN CANDIES - LUNCHES - DINNERS Nicollet at 10th Ivlinneapolis The Toucl-IE, NIVEN S. co. Securi Na a CERTIFIED PUBLIC ACCOUNTANTS Trust Company ' 105' 4 McKnight Building FARIBAULT MINNESCTA Minneapolis Minnesota Jefferson Lines Bus Service For Information On SAFE, CONVENIENT, ECONOMICAL TRANSPORTATION Inquire of Any fefferson Lines Agent or Write JEFFERSON TRANSPORTATION CO. 1114 Currie Avenue Minneapolis, Minnesota HOTEL OWATONNA FRED C. JOHNSON, Prop. OWATONNA, MINNESOTA li Miles South The Best Little Hotel in the Best Little City in Southern Minnesota VACATION IN BURN ETT COUNTY The Fishbowl of Wisconsin 318 Crystal Clear Lakes Large modern resorts, eahins in isolated housekeeping cahins. The hest of fishing, swimming, and other sports. For literature write FRED EVERT, WEBSTER, WIS. COFFEE with a KICK If you like Coffee with a full rich flavor, with a satisfactory afterftaste, YOU'LL LIKE ,IORDAN'S Comes in 1 and 2 Ib. vacuum tins-at good grocers everywhere JORDAN STEVENS COMPANY COFFEE ROASTERS WHOLESALE GROCERS FRESH FRUITS and VEGETABLES Minneapolis Minnesota MODERNIZE YOUR KITCHEN I N S T A L L LEHMAN'S KITCHEN CABINETS LEHMAN WOODCRAFT Tel. 931fj 413 N.W. 7th Ave. Faribault Minnesota V- --. 9 LEACH LUMBER CO. ALL KINDS OF BUILDING MATERIAL and COAL FRESH FROZEN ICE CREAM FROZEN MALTEDS S O M M E R D R U G 1'For that afternoon snack or soda We carry Rubinstein's, Du Barry, and Dorothy Gray Cosmetics besides many other well known makes. COMPLIMENTS f E B CRABTREEI C0. plowersf 1 WHCLESALE CANDY CIGARETTES Q CIGARS Announcement NEW BRUNSWICK HOTEL DECORATIONS POTTERY and GLASSWARE MAZEY FLORISTS, Inc FARIBAULT MINN. 1015 NICQLLET AVENUE Telephone ATlant1c 0481 UNDER NEW OWNER-MANAGEMENT Ro s and Apu tments Beautifully Redecorated and Refurnished MINNEAPGLIS FOR A GREATER NATION In RCM the country's best wheat producing lands, the millers of Robin Hood Flour select the choicest wheat of preftested quality, store it in giant elevators. Special machines wash and scour it. In a spotlessly clean mill, the wheat is ground into this high quality flour. To add even greater nutritive value, Robin Hood Flour is enriched with important vitamins and minf erals. I HAT is why Robin Hood Flour is so com' pletely satisfactory for every baking purpose. T hat is why Robin Hood is sold with a Money Back plus IO? Guarantee. International Milling Company MINNEAPOLIS Robin Hood Flour QS BETTER SHOES Keep Feet Happy N D B S' T I R , S Fine Watch and Iewelry Repairing C if r E ., bamt Eames btijnnl EPISCOPAL Jfarihault, jlilinnesuta THB RIGHT RBVEREND F. A. MCELWAIN TRY Chairman of the Board of Trustees THE REXALL DRUG STORE ' C. Schuehle, Ir., Owner I A HOME SCHOOL FOR BOYS FOR Grades one to eight inclusive. Small classes, individual help and encouragement. . . . A happy, refined home as well as a place of thorough instruction and careful, Qualzty Servzce Price systematic mining. Fortyfone successful years in training and developing boys. Gymnastics and out' door sports under supervision. Modified form of Military Drill. A beautiful estate of 200 acres affords wonderful opportunity for hiking and E nature study. Health record unsurpassed. National patronage. For Catalog and Infomation Address: FREDERICK E. JENKINS, Headmaster ARCHER YOUNG ADVERTISING That Creates Sales and Profits The Weston E? jewett Agency NEWSPAPE-R MAGAZINE OUTDOOR DIRECT MAIL n RADIO MOTION PICTURE STREET CAR AND BUS Insurance of Every Kmd FIRESTONE ADVERTISING AGENCY PHONE 143 FARIBAUI-T, MINNESOTA 611f612 Pioneer Bldg. St. Paul, Minnesota Compliments of CAS S I E G RA N T aiecfwi Beauiq Shop Beauty . Quality . Service FRIEDA LORD Faribault Minnesota ' THE '1iJs I7'oN-CAFE Ed C, A U M .H THOMAS G. MATAKIS, Prop. Mccvggrilick Food Market Sijfgrs Quality Food . Home Cooking PROMPT SERVICE OPEN DAY AND NIGHT Telephfme 50 Faribault, Mi1111SS0tH Telephone 182 HOME BRAND FINER FOODS Free Delivery FOSTER-RUGE AGENCY DOMESTIC LAU N DRY General Insurance PHUNE 555 413 N. CENTRAL PHUNE 77 Fa'ribault's Finest Family Laundry TH E D Compliments of Invites the students, their parents, and the faculty to visit their fields during the blooming period, which extends from June lst to july lst. We Specialize in PEONIES - FRENCH LILACS and HARDY FLOWERING CRABS .9 The Coughlin Drug Store EARL POIRIER, Prop. PRESCRIPTION DRUGGIST C . Central Ave. and 3rd St. F 'b 1 O Compliments of a 9 BLUE BIRD INN P. J. GALLAGHER 6? SONS PLUMBING and HEATING CONTRACTORS Faribault Minnesota Compliments W E Truck and Caster Co. Since 1891 FLOOR TRUCKS WHEELS and CASTERS FARIBAULT MINNESOTA THE LEADER Better ReadyftofWear GOSSARD CORSETS - HOLEPROOF HOSIERY KIRSHMOOR COATS Faribault Minnesota CLARINE BROTHERS, Inc. KCDELLE HARDWARE CO. FLORISTS GENERAL HARDWARE Members of Florlsts Telegraph Delivery Assoclatron Dishes - Housewares - Toys - Electric Goods Tel. 19531 1003 W. Seventh St. Faribault, Minn. Skis -- Skates - Pyrex - Paints Q El Compliments of Compliments of . . . DUSEK'S BAKERY H ' Voegel Crea mery FARIBAULT MINNESOTA I El P R I N T I N G Radio Sporting Goods Auto Supplies Bicycles Get Our Estimate on That- Prirlting Order You Have in Mind C Y C L E THE JOURNAL COMPANY D PRINTERS - PUBLISHERS COMPANY FARIBAULT MINNESCTA FARIBAULT MINNESOTA WOLF E'S FOOD MARKET The Home of Fairway Fine Foods .QUALITY MEATS Groceries, Fruits, and Vegetables Fresh Fish and Oysters Free Delivery Phone 2 Newest of Everything in Hardy Northern TREES - SHRUBS - PLANTS GARDEN SEEDS FLOWER SEEDS New Illustrated CATALOG FREE Farmer Seed 6' Nursery Co. FARIBAULT MINNESOTA FRUITS VEGETABLES BIRDSEYE FROSTED FOODS 57 W I ' ' ala, .era 816' wnJr'af.,W1enu4 .fund The Recollection of Quality Remains Long After Price Is Forgotten 216 Central Ave. Phone 84 The National Engraving Co. SOCIETY STATIONERS WEDDING INV ITATIONS GREETING CARDS COMMERCIAL ST ATIONERT 307609 Sixth Avenue South MINNEAPOLIS MINNESOTA CALL RED TOP CAB CO. 205'fA CENTRAL AVENUE W. H. KAROW, Prop. FARIBAULT, MINN. Compliments of A Joseph T. Beltz 8: Company STATIONBRS , 'xx BOOKS GREETING CARDS GIFTS . T H E M U S I C S H O P McKlsson Lumber Company E- DIENST, Prop- FAIRMONT, MINNESDTA Phone 181 EVERYTHING MUSICAEZO N. Central Ave. Saints Prefer Gush wishes tu Saint 1Il1Iarp's for .... Smart Clothes COMPUMENTS K A R P ' S Quality Shoes OF FOR THE ENTIRE FAMILY La ndka m re Co. FARIBAULT Buy 'Your Shoes at a Shoe Store MINNESOTA 1 Northern States Power Company I LIGHT Povvnn GAS O Electric and Gas Appliances Compliments of a FRIEND E Compliments from The gfubio bums anh btuhiu Burtraits Locust S967 3301 Dupont South MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA E COMPLIMENTS OF Sterling Electric Company When In Need of a Gift For Any Occasion Come To The eq: me nn ste, 301 Central Avenue HOTEL FARIBAULT Southern Minnesota's Finest FIREPROOF AIR COOLED . COFFEE SHOP COCKTAIL LOUNGE ' Excellent Cuisine Headquarters for St. Mary's and Shattuck School Guests FARIBO RECORD SHOP NEW and USED RECORDS CLASSICAL and POPULAR ALBUMS 603 Central Avenue Phone 567 Svbatturk bchuul Founded in 1860 Arnerica's Oldest Church Military School Faribault, Minnesota Saint arp? 392111 jfarihault, Minnesota A Protestant Episcopal School tor Girls Founded in 1866 by the Right Reverend Henry Benjamin Whipple. For threefquarters of a century it has realized the Bishops aim of broad and thorough scholarship, highf toned principles and deep, abiding faith . Intensive college preparation, comprehensive courses. Fifth year. MARGARET ROBERTSON, M.A., Headmistress -u.w3!13 5, ' ' , ..: si -'TT , , M n r V' ol 4 'W .5 M A Q I E A , 1 1 5, 8 V.. v 1 u I ' gl- , 4 , ,. air ' , uf W 'H' uv X- ,QE ',, V 9 X 4 f 1 , 1 I I6 I qi . W ' A 1 'i I r I I 1 s X A ,4 n 4. 1 Q . , ,Q-81 fit 71 V M ' ' . . 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