Ursuline Academy - Yearbook (Cumberland, MD)

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D. Kienhofer Mary Ann Mooney M. C. McIntyre B. McDonough M. Muir M. T. Neely H. Ruppenkamp E. Ruppenkamp M. J. Stein M. C. Schaaf J. E. Schaaf B. Taney M. E. Twigg R. Weisenmiller H. Young Class Motto: Non Scholae, Sed Vitae

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6 Class Colors: Elue and Gold Class Flower: Salmon Rose I J. Alderton 5 Betty Bucholtz M. Brode S. Brode R. Becker E. Clark M. J. Clark A. Cooke F. Ferrato F. Gillard L. Glick A. Grabenstein C. Heinrich 1 S. Herboldsheiner 3 H. Kelly

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1.51 of Baaut VEN the thought of a beautiful object is always sweet and pleasing. There never was a created thing possessed of the elements of beauty that was not of some use to some one. What a display of surpassing K . . . A beauty is brought out in the varying colors of a summer sunset! Every tint seems to reiiect to us a beautiful thought. All the red and gold and purple seem to heighten the more somber shades and make a picture that, once seen, is never forgotten. And is not this all of use to us? It cheers our spirits. It lifts our minds into regions of higher thought. We feel less inclined to think of the common, while the deeper propensities of our nature are wrought upon, and surely it is always useful to us to have our better and deeper feelings touched. The genuine pleasure that can be drawn from the source of beauty in nature is enough to compensate for half the trials and sorrows we have to bear. It it could be shown to us that our trials and sorrows spring from a source of beauty, We would feel reconciled toward them. Beauty does not exist solely in forms visible to the eye. If such were the case, what a sea of sorrow and blackness this world would be to the blind- they who never can behold the golden sun or penetrate the heaven at midnight, or unfold the secrets that lie hidden in a rose. Yes, nature possesses other beauties, which they, too, can share. And one is the beauty of sound. The song of a bird or the murmur of a brook says just as much to the sightless as to those who can see. And all the delicate odors that pervade green nature are just as attainable to them as to those who have sight. Beauty seems to carry with it a mute language. When we hold a beautiful rose in our hand, it seems as if we might read its thoughts and tell its feelings. The flow of a river, that very poetry of motion, is another thing that seems to have life and language owing to its beauty. B What a dismal place home would be if no beauty existed there, even the smallest cottage may be made attractive if adorned outside by pretty lawns and flower gardens, and if inside the walls are decorated with pretty pictures and the room filled with modest, tasty furniture, and best of all, if the faces of the occupants of the cottage are sunny and smiling, for a smile, wherever it is, is only a sudden fiash of beauty, that has indeed a use, when it is re- flected across the darkened sky of a troubled heart. The use of beauty in every home is manifest to all. From the humblest cot- tage to the grandest mansion, beauty is the soul of attraction. Beauty and love go hand in hand. Beauty creates love, and love is impossible without it. How could We love if there was nothing beautiful? Truth, simplicity and virtue are all deep-hidden beauty and without them and that crowning decoration, that part of beauty that is visible to the eye, nothing lovable is left. What a great use beauty is in the sick-room. The life-giving effect of the pretty flowers brings a Hush of healthful color to the wan, wasted cheek. The perfume and out-of-door air that is carried upon the dainty petals hasten the recovery of the invalid. It is often said that beauty dies with the fading spring and summer, and is wafted away like 'Summer evening's latest sigh that shuts the roses.' But she is indestructible, and lives and blooms again as bright and fair as ever. And though beauty were only a momentary spark, her passing light would still benefit us. When her iniiuence is once felt, it never can be erased, but will live on, deeply engraved in our hearts-the brightest star of our existence. QA 'rl-IE 1940 if 5'-I uRsuuNE cw,