Westmoorland College - Lupine Leaflet Yearbook (San Antonio, TX)

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LUPINE LEAFLET 25 Semor Poem-We Part n n my Dorothy Cooper - The year is done. and we are through With two years of our college life, Next year some few will start anew To war with books and win the strife, More will begin to face the world, While many cares will crowd their day, No matter how our paths diverge Together we have trod this way. And happy have the hours seemed, As time goes on more happy still- When we shall halt from what we've dreamed And revel in the past at will. That autumn day, how bright the sun, How clear the sky, how sweet to live, When we walked up Westmoorland's walk With step that confidence can give. We think back o'er the joys and pains, But out of all there's happiness. It seems no more than like spring rains, Which came the awakening world to bless With lovely flowers and noble trees: So we should go forth to our sphere Each one to do the task she sees The world most needs in our stay here. 11239 Senior Class Prophecy Irene Chase Time: 5 o'clock P. M., 1972 A. D. Place: Old Ladies' Home in Seguin. Characters: Forever class of '23, The inmates of the old ladies' home, having mutual feelings and fortunes, have gathered together in their old age to renew the friendship of their youth. This abode has been dedicated to the decrepit alumnae of Westmoorland by Henry Ford. The home itself is rather dilapidated in appearance, and a group of the inmates are enjoying themselves in the front yard in the cool of the afternoon.- Old Miss Fitch draws her woolen shawl closer about her thin, grey hair, and says in a quavering voice, For land's sakes, Mignon, you ought to quit comin' out doors without your head uncovered, you'lI catch your death o' cold. Mignon: Well, I don't much cafe if I dog l've eaten mashed potatoes and grits till I can't even look forward to my meals any more. I've done my duty anyway. After I left Westmoorland, I taught Latin for forty years, and this is all the com- pensation I get for it. Eleanor: Well, Ifailed in my career as a novelist, twenty years ago, and you're no worse off than I am.

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24 LUPINE LEAFLET June Callaway- l have my points! Secretary and Treasurer of Glee Club. Joke Editor of LUPINE LEAFLET. President of Student Council. Esther Preston- There will be a student' body meeting after supper. Exchange Editor of LUPINE LEAFLET. Glee Club. President of Student Council. Hill Debating Club. Kathleen Walker- What's our English les- son about? .Student Council. Glee Club. Secretary of Hill Debating Club. Alumnae Editor of LUPINE LEAFLET. Ruby Lovett- The Pierrette Players will meet at S. Reporter LUPINE LEAFLET. President Pierrette Players. Y. W. C. A. Cabinet. Hill Debating Club. Helen Lacy- lt's 7:10l Get up! Get up1 Secretary Student Council. Literary Staff of LUPINE LEAFLET.

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26 LUPINE LEAFLET Joyce smoothes out her calico dress with her wrinkled hands, and says with a touching defiance: Yes, look what we all got for trying to serve the world nobly. Here l've worked twenty-five years, trying to paint a masterpiece, using Dr. Coue as my subjectg and when I took my work to the leading critic of America, he said it was worse than trash. And now I have to spend the rest of my existence in this miserable place. Dorothy, giving Joyce a comforting pat on the shoulder, I'd rather beadoorkeeperin the house of the Lord than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. We should feel amply rewarded for having endeavored to make our small contribution to the progress of civilization. In my many years of mission work in Devine, I have never looked forward to worldly recompense, but only spiritual. Alice: Yes, Dorothy, you are right. There is no comfort in material wealth. Since William was killed in the Ku Klux War, I've only looked forward to my reunion with him in the world beyond. At this point the mournful conversation is interrupted by a loud scramble in the hall. Celeste rushes out, almost tripping in her long, gray dress, followed by Eliza- beth, with a dilapidated umbrella upraised in her hand. Elizabeth: S'top! Don't let her get away! She fed my parrot poison! Celeste becomes so frightened she runs into Eleanor's chair, upsetting her com- pletely. At this the onlookers rise and rush into the house with one accord. Elizabeth holds Celeste captive at last and stands over her in righteous indignation. You've tormented me all my life! After we left school, you won the man I loved, and left me to pine alone. Then when I became ambitious as a journalist and was about to succeed, you used your money to thwart me in every attempt I made, and now you've taken my last comfort away from me. My poor Polly! At this she is overcome with emotion and sinks into a chair. Celeste: You drove me to everything I did. You were so jealous because l married Jack that you tried to ruin my happiness by making sneering remarks in the papers about my social attempts. I was justified in everything I did, and l've been happy in spite of you, until Jack took the 'flu' and left me. Bessie appears in the doorway with her knitting, and is almost overcome with horror at the tragic scene before her. g Is this all the gratitude you have for the beneficient people whokhave given you this shelter. Go into the house and pray the Lord to forgive you for this desecration. As Celeste and Elizabeth penitently re-enter the house, a car drives up in front of the gate, and Ethel Orrell is assisted to the ground. Her sparse luggage is un- loaded, and her tottering steps are directed to the house. She is turned over to Bessie. Ethel: If I'd a known I'd a ever come to this, I never would'a given up my lover for a career. I've worked in stock companies from Maine to California and never got to play a better part than a maid. Bessie, what drove you to these cir- cumstances? Bessie: I've taken care of this home ever since it was donated to the cause. I felt that my duty lay here, and I've been happy in my work. They go into the house to get Ethel settled in her new surroundings, and a group, who have finished their supper, come out for a chat in the twilight. Lola tstooping to pick a sweet peajz This reminds me of my wedding day. The whole altar was a mass of sweet peas. It was the happiest day of my life. Love is the only thing worth living for, and I've never stopped loving him, even if I did have to get a divorce because he couldn't support me. Christine: Ah, Lola, stop eternally talking about love. I think my life would have been wasted if I had married. I dedicated myself to a scientific research of the emotions, and, as you have often heard me say, mine was the greatest contribution to psychology ever made, namely, that a person can be made to do anything under the influence of music. H