Villa Maria Academy - Trumpet Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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Memories OCDO Our sojourn here at the Villa is now rapidly drawing to a close, but some-- how we do not feel the jubiliation we anticipated. Students generally look forward with a great deal of joy to the day when they will be graduated for it- is their crown of success after four years of striving and effort. Frankly, we do feel a sense of satisfaction that we have, in common par- lance, made good , but it seems to me the poet spoke truly who said, the greatest joy is always tinged with a bit of sadness. Smiles and tears are life's composition. We are happy because the goal is won and life is about to place us in a different setting, another act in the drama. Some will pursue higher studies while others, less fortunate, will take their places in the workaday world about us. How Memory, that sweet haunting spirit from the past, takes ns back to our first day in high school! It seems as but yesterday when we first entered its portals as untutored young fledglings, awed by the solemn but peaceful walls. lVere we not a little thrilled by the thought that we were now high-school students? Here in the years that followed were we not taught the beauties of life and how to understand and appreciate them? We1'e' not the beauties of our religion, of poetry, of music, art and literature placed vividly before our minds? In an environment naturally conducive to contemplation, we enjoyed de- lightful Spring noon hours wandering in the cool grove while around and about us the Sisters passed with grave and measured tread. Long will we remember with a pang of regret, the peaceful and holy stillness of OUR LAIJY'S CHAPEL where oft we uttered a fervent prayer. v. D., ei. 030050 Radio Dreams Many places oft I go 'VVhile listening to my radio. I hear soft notes from old Japan I hear a woman, child or man, Whilst I picture in my mind People of most every kind. I may see matadors in Spain Or lovers in a country land I sometimes see the Pope in Rome A royal person on his throne. A famous athlete playing games, A politician gaining fame, 7 0130 Some little mademoiselle in France, A knight of old with spear and lance, I see the mountains rising high, The raging sea-the flaming sky. I picture flaming youth today, Tomorrow-sweethearts old and gray. I vision men both rich and poor And powerful nations, strong and sure The man with millions ne'er may know Vlfhat I dream, or where I go. There is no region high nor low I have not been-with my radio. E. ia., is at 'ze

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Memories 050 Oft, I sit in contemplation and as the golden hours fly, I am Wafted back on the wings of time to pleasant days gone by. To memories which swell my empty heart with exalted gladness, Memories which render my heart, but an aching sea of sadness. Thinking of our unhappy parting when you said adieu. Desiring yet in vain, to live those moments again with you. Hours We spent together are locked safely in my breast, Guarded like the musty gold of a pirate's treasure chest. There no living being can rob me of my riches Because they are secreted in my heart's most secluded niches. Then, I awaken to reality and my soul begins to ache, But, T struggle on for the memories of old timcls sake. M. B., '32 0-20050 Independence There was a tumult in the city, In the quaint old Quaker town, And the streets were filled with people, Pacing restless up and down. Now the hlue Atlantic currents, Lashed the old Newfoundland shore, They beat against the State House, They surged against the door. They surged against the State House, While all solemnly inside, Sat the Continental Congress, Truth and reason for their guide. O'er a simple scroll debating Though simple as it be, Yet ltwould make them free forever, From Englaud's cruel tyranny. F ar aloft in a. high steeple, A bellman lifts his hand, And forth he sends the joyous news, Making music through the land. How the people shouted, VVhen the old bell shook the air! For when that clang of freedom sounded. Independence reigned everywhere. I M. li., vm. at vs 1-1'

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Proteges of Spring The little debutante buds In dresses rainbow-hued, Colne peeping from the shelteringleaves Shyly, slyly, all bedewed. Hyacinth, all-dressed blue- Her wealth of fragrance, beauty rare, As protecting leaves unfold. Jonquil, dressed in merry yellow Bravely looks around, And feels so very mighty there, An inch above the ground. Thus these little flowerlets Sweet, dainty frightened things, For the world, as yet, is new To such proteges of Spring. E. M. M., '31 Oiwikl i Three Crosses , 050 Three crosses st-and on Calvary's hill, Three crosses awesome, lone and still. The earth grows dark, the people fear, They pray, they think the end is near. Three crosses stand on C'alvary's hill Three crosses, awesome, lone and still. Between two thieves the Crucified, lVho did no wrong, and for us died. Three crosses stand on Calvary's hill, Three crosses, awesome, lone and still. He'll conquer death, He'll rise again And glorified-this Saviour of men. E. M., '31 TT