Ursuline Academy - Yearbook (Cumberland, MD)

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L23 A' EE TLB HS illnlln - Clgmlezln foi tfluzlrtl the Fnitlij Colour - , K - llltie antl Goltl 1 IUIl'l'1' ------- lileur tle lis PLlII'lll1FA'f k Notre lJ1lll1C cle Lourtles l.t- iiercle Francais was orgzuiizc-tl ezlrly in the school year hy the members ot' the French classes. Meetings were heltl weekly tluring which time interesting topics were discussed :intl alrlicles prepzlretl for the French paper, the i'Newsette.i' The object of the Newsette is to furnish a meclium through which the girls may give expression to what they have ll'1ll'lli.'Cl during the classes in lirench, untl to encourage among them il lively, yet interesting enthusiasm concerning Frzmce, its history, its litera- ture :mtl its language. Wliile: all the articles therein pulmlishetl cleal with lfraince, yet ilu- linglish is userl quite als much :ls the French. A wholesome enthusiasm has tlevelopetl :intl the study of a motlern foreign language has become at pleasure. SENIOR OFFICERS PI'1'.fl'ffl'l7f ---- RAT! 1i.rsnN SVVANN IUNIOR OFFICERS Prcsidcrzl -M-- A l'llYLi.1s c:0lKNliLII7S View l'1'c'.f1'1lz'nt - - Arima l.ooKieNo'1' . . , Y , Vlcf' Pl'f'.r11ff'17f - - - l'll?LEN l lAisic: .Sl'l'I4t'lnlI'1' - - lE.ixiz1 ria lxtviiiai. , , s Y T ' I S ,Secrettlry - 4 k l.o1'isE lucxttiilt I't'll.'lH't'I' f ' A ,UVINIQ . lNIZlili X TI'CtI.fll7'l'I' - - - Doius XVEBER .Ycmmzfe lfflifm' - Ames Looxizxor

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beauty does the listening pagan feel himself carried beyond the limits of time, beyond the mere singing of the bird, into the heart of an eternal mystery. The concrete tortures him f My heart aches, . . . J with the intoxicating glory of its insufficiency, and his poem would burst the fetters of the flesh-straining for the Absolute-and be satisfied to the full. How can the author be addressing the nightingale for its own worth futhou wast not born for death, immortal birdlnj when he must know too well the fate in store for it? How else does the ode give sense than by an interpretation beyond its literal mean- ing? Indeed, and with the skill of genius, that light-winged dryad of the trees but sym- bolizes the deathless spirit of Beauty and in itself is not enough, is only the faintest sug- gestion, a physical reminder of what no eye hath seen nor ear heard this side the grave. And with nothing less will the poet be appeased. 44 Darkling, I listen, and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath, Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou are pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Strange, that a young man in the twenties without the gift of faith, entirely from the demands of instinct, should have come so near to guessing the Beatific Vision and to achiev- ing the supreme heights of St. Paul's I desire to be dissolved and to be with Christ. Strange, that Keats too would dissolve, and quite forget . . . The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan, Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and diesg Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And 'leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrowf, Strange, and yet not strange, as inevitable as human nature, than an infidel should find himself aching for that uncreated fullness of Beauty, for that one Object able to in- spire love without end, without a moment's weakening of intensity, without a single touch of pain in it. Strange, magnif-iciently strange, that the whole spontaneous Ode to a Nightin- gale on nothing more than the authority of a poetys heart should have striven so nobly to say what an earlier pagan, newly enlightened, actually did accomplish: O Beauty ever ancient, ever new! . . . Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they rest in Thee. And this Ode to the Nightingale, let it be repeated, serves fairly well to exemplify the bulk of our pagan literature, in its impatience to reach beyond its own philosophy for the answers to the spirit of man. It is only one of many, and on no account a far-fetched case in point. Although in fairness to Iohn Keats let it be further mentioned, that he saves himself from that complete pessimism of such as Thomas Hardy because of his genius for coming close to the truth, even in the dark. All in all, to sum up, English Literature is nothing to be apologized for. Generally it has taken Christ to its heart. Seldom it has not, and when it has not it indeed mostly wanted to do exactly that, but understood not its own desire. It belongs in the Catholic classroom.

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Dil'L'L'IOI'-LEU H. LIZY, S Here Comes Charlie A Comedy in Three Acts Cast of Chl7l'lIfZL'l'5 Nora MLIIIYIYI' 0ffiz'c'1', Tim Ml'GI'I'!f Mrs. Fanny FLIVIIIILIIYI Lal ry lflljott Tea' Ilurtley - - M.fxRC.aRET LUIIRMAN MARY P.ITRICIA BRETT 4 WILL1.xIxI WAIQD - LOUISE SINGER IANE IXCKERIXIXN - LEO H. LEY, IR. HERMAN CiRAIsIaNs'I'IzIN, IR. Mrx. Ct1i'0!I.71t' Smythz'-Kcmrey - IJORUTHY SCIIIWIDT U zzflf' Alfrk Tzuiggx Charlie Hoppe - Vizfizln Smylhr'eKz'rJc'y M0rl!mc'r Smythc'-Kcrsey DiI't l'fUI' - - Assistanl Dircczor M.ARX' ALICE LUOKENOTT - - IUIIN MURPHY ROSE MARY MATHIAS PATRICIA KEICI-IT BETTY HARRIRUN IEANETTE RAPHEL RUSEINIARY SQCILLACE LAINC LAXVLER LEU H. LEY, SR. FRANCIS NIEYERS