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              Published al Na::areth College, Rochester, New York
VOL. VI
the shifting s."Ill<ls Fame
the names of her
fal·orites. The tide of time
rolls up upon the shore. wip-only
a smooth ~Ilrfat·e. a fresh tablet on
which to write. Yet some names remain,
endming the onslal\ght of time. Why?
Bccause they afe engra\'en and enshrined
in the hearts of men. kept hright and
glowing hy fond memory and reverential
love.
A man of noble bearing knelt at the
side of an aged m~ther . resting hi~ hrow
upon the gentle hands clasped in his,
seeking from her the encouragement and
strength which had spmreu him on
through the long siege of revolution and
bloodshed, when a few unskille<1 colonist~,
made indomitable and invincible by a
sense of right and a firm purpose. were
pitted against His Majesty's countless
nl1l11bers; asking too that that mother
plead with her God and his to bless him
FEBRUA RY, 1931
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and care for hirn as I-Ie had when desper­ate
he knelt in the snow at Valley Forge
and prayed. not for himself ;;0 milch as
for others; whispering to her fond temler
words of farewell before he departed to
take lip his new missio11. That same man
rose from his knees \0 go forth ami take
his stand as leader of a unite<1. free and
independent people a11d a mother's eyes
fol1owed him with love and pride, for the
years of care and watchful guidance
brought to her the reward ami fruit of
work wel1 done, in a ;;on whom nations
were to love and honor and whose name
centuries could not efface. History pro­claims
him a statesman, a general; men
deem him a man.
A tired Li11coln sat in his office in the
Executivc 1\lansion, worn O\ \t with the
trials he had I),lssed through. The years
had seen him evcr stmggling now against
one obstacle, then battling another diffi­culty.
The years too with their burdens
had traced their story upon his counten­ance
but the)" had also brought to him
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Uncler~landing and a love for man. As
the sal'iour of the Unioll. he had taken
the drastic meaSllre of war to rcunite a
land. to presen"e that legacy for I1S, the
republic of the United States of America.
\Vashington was llpright. comman(ling.
fitted to 1)c'''Ir the hurden of building and
organi;:i11g; Lincoln was stooped to raise
the lowly, the shackled slal'e to the dig­nity
an{1 happine s~ of a free men. \·Vash­ington's
eyes were Fearless, pClletrating,
Lincoln's soit and pitying to soothe the
anguished hearts. \Ve honor Vo/ashing­ton
for his heroism. we lol'c Lincoln for
his humanity.
Thus as the hirthdays of these great
men approach, throughout our land . the
flag flies for hilll for Wh0111 {he first was
made, and for him who kept those shining
stars in their field of blue unchanged,
and al1 men unite their praises in memory
of these two: "\'Vashington. founder of
our nation. Father of our country, we
honor thee;" "Uncoln. great masterpiece
of nattlfe. we salute thee." :-"1. L.. '32.
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Len t
Treasure! The very word conjurea pictures of
delight-yellow gold spilling from pirate chest.!! on
island sanda, the caves of the Arabilln nights, the
coulltless things which men have fought tor through
the IIges; lind clung to with despeTl.te hands, until
dellth robs them of what they once held 110 dear.
Whllt matter then the hoards of earth, the accumu·
lation. of a feverish, mad . truggle for power1
They will vanish like a dream, and become unreal,
phantom.like. They will be gone.
Spiritual treasures mean safety and auurance.
They are the tangible fruil!! of one'll own prayers
and mortifications; and how IIweet they will be one
day! No one can IIscertain their merit in gold or
~ilver, They are as inestimable as the stars thllt
gild the univerae; yet we have Christ'H promise
that they exist wherc no moth nor rust can con·
sume.
During Lent, let us coiled ~p iritu1tl treasures
and make thc collecting II part or our own daily
live. , In lIChool, or at home, no matter where we
are, we can still hear the ringing word. of the
J)ivine Master:
"Unleu you do penance, you shall all likewise
perish."
Surely He lIet the example of examples! Let us
during Lent, follow Him along the road of the
Cron , helping by our works to lighten Hi. terrible
burden. Easter is at the end of the road, shining
in the glol"ious Resurrection sunlight. Laveliel' than
the flowel'll of spring-more bellutiful than the
~unrillC will be His smile, u He will tenderly look
at us and say, "Thank you,"
A Minute
If anyone were suddenly to ask us, "What is a
minute!" we would look lit our questioner with right­eous
a1llaz.ement. Perhaps, we would nonchalantly
Rply "sixtieth part of an hour" or the equivalcnt.
But-seriously-we wonder how many would R­flectively
consider the tremendous pOl!!libilities of
just one short minute. We wonder how many would
think of the tangled destiniu resulting from the de­cillion
of a minute, of live. warped or Baved, of em_
pires overturned, of human frailty and sacrifice!
Eternity .ounds endleu; yet minutes determine this
eternity, the use we make of the mi nutes allotted to
us- thouunds of thcm-dccide. our eternity.
THt: GLEANER
Not long ago 1 sat in a railroad station waiting
for a train. It was a palace of modern architecture
--cathedral·like in ill! marble beauty. Through it
there hustled an end leu throng - joyoull home­comers
and departing travellers of all wlliks of life,
In a minute val'ioull trains would take them towal"ll
the foul' cornen of the carth. At one end of the
station 1\ huge clock ticked away the $cconds. The
largt! hllnd would pau~e for sixty fractions of a
minute, then move on to the nel<t minute, mal'king
ene more interval in the destinies of men.
Life might be compa"ed to a great railroad ler.
inus. with its a l't'ivalB and departures, itlt joy. and
tears. What UfIC do we make of our minutes! How
mllny do we heedlelJllly throw IIway, little rClilizing
the precious jewels they are' Think of the thinp
one can do in II minute-say a prayer, make someone
happy, learn ~ome new wonder of the CRator. make
a Visit, countlcu infinite experience3!
When ~hool days are over , the minutes ~pent
there will be goldcn ones, to be treasured memories,
Yet all the minutes of our lives can be beautiful if
we use them well, fo.· thel'ein lics the chal'm of
happimms.
O ur Na tion a l Heroea
In t he hi story of our country, there are two
nllme$ which shine imperishable on tablets of bronze,
wbose fame livea in the undying loyalty of their
fellow countrymen, inseptlrable in the hearts of
Americans--Wa ~hingtOn and Lincoln! Wherever
these names are spoken, throughout the world, there
is reverence and sdmiration, and honor for thefIC
men who founded and preserved a nation of the
people, who sta nd for justi~. and truth. lind liberty.
Thein WIIS not the sudden burst of enthusiasm
and bravado, but the steady, unwavering flamc of
patriotism. Thers Wll8 the con$uming love of coun­try
that crossed an ice·packed river on a bitter.
wintCl' night, nnd waited fcarfully through the dark
days when a NOI,th and a South desperately clutched
at one another's throau ! One was born in luxury­a
pillared mansion in the midllt of velvet-shadowed
lawns and stately trees; the other in a log cabin In
a tangled wildernen . Yet both reached the heighta
through perseverance, uniIClfishnell.S, and devotion.
We salute them espeeially during February, theil'
month; yet the whole year and every year is theirs.
Our country means their plans, their hopea, theIr
fears. Our flag is their flag. Its stan and .tripe~
al'e symbols of America and of them. We carry
it high in theil' honor. Its glorious folds embrace
all the idcaiR and the virtues of these two heroes-­the
zelll and flame of het'oism that is OUI' hel'itage
- the patriotbm of Washington and Lincoln.
TONIGHT ,
Encll allf rellJ! Mid It'alling sun, a .. d sta ... their watcll
IlIMPI-inging,
tI "wgie enll'ance steuls ()R toilsome dall,
A. swett alld brie/III childhood's Itnbeguiled .i .. ging
A dl'allgill 0/ coolneu_tl'lI, oh s tay!
Oli! spl'etld thine opwte W<lnd, dl'illk dee1) 0/ LeUle'lI
Itl'e<H'~
Fo,' d"ed~ undone. and ~coff at 10vel'II' pain '
A,t'ait the ci.azzlingligllt; long go.le iS1/outll'8 7J1"Oud
d,'ealll,
Now 'mild",' tilollg/, t is /0IIy'8 o>1ly gaill.
Go"",,, "'lIstie }naid, and "0"'1' the 8hore with. glad-
110 ... " band,
Let elfilh Mirtl~ h",· tink/ing 10/1 impart,
IVi/h. eurthll/ OOI·tB all dead we trip on moonlit sand,
PUI'" ;011 u"bounded tigkte ... kea'll1l /tmrt.
Since 1I11 mu.t wake at I" ngth to dall'S r'1!t aUng
ligllt.
Our 'magic d,.e(",~ is ' JHlllt with ri8ing lIun,
Fur yond.r, IItt! AW"Ora steal$ the nig/tt,
Too 80011 b,-i./ joy h,,1' '/lerry COI/l'8e hos I·un.
V. Winkle)', '33,
EXCHANGE
"The Pelican",
College of St. EliMbeth,
New Jersey.
"Question! Question!" echoes
from the pages of the January 23
iuue. The id~a therein is de$erv_
ing of every possible considera tion.
Jo'or the position of the President
of the Student OrganiUltion is ex·
trcmely important, and there will
be no regrets if the girls nominated
have individual campaign manag.
ers. What plan could be better '
The article on Mr. Chcsterton
throws a new light on the &,Rat
writer. After ai!, he is lIB human
as the rest of us even though we
very often forget thllt fact.
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"The Watch Tower",
~Iarygrove College,
Detroit, Michigan.
We were attract.ed by the write_
up of a lectul'e given by Rev.
Claude Pernin. S.J., at Sacred
Heart Convent, He aays that Ro­manticism
and Realism. the two
lIChools for expreuion of thought
in literature, did not die with Shel­ley
and Kcats.
"Tarkington's Penrod books and
political works are pure Realism,"
wherelts "Monsieur Beaucaire" is II
delightful fantllsy of sineere Ro·
manticism.
With the awarding of the Nobel
Prize to Sinclair Lcwis--the quin_
tessence of Realism- the wreath of
literary laurels just now belongs
to that lIChool." Oel!Crvedly? That
is the question.
"The chief dift'eRnce between the
two !!Chool. are these: The Realist
in repRsenting life i. a photogra­pher;
the Romanticist is the artist.
Romanticism takes Ildvantage ot
the license of fiction, presents the
imaginary world, appeals to the
heart and reasons deductivcly.
Healillm "does not shl'ink from
thinp a8 they are and life a8 it
is; it applie. inductive reasoning."
Rev, ~'ather Pernin aaid "th@
height of Romanticism i. reached
in "Tbe Road of Destiny" by O.
Henry,
"Men:wC!l",
Our Lady of Mucy High School.
Rochester, New York.
The GI~all~" takes this oppor·
tunity to congratulate the students
of Mercy High on their fine pub­lication,-
the Me"cC(/e8, The short
stories lire splendid; tho trontis·
pie.:e and the drawing~ are very
clever, they lend to the atmosphere
of the entire paper, We cnjoyed
the initial appearance of the "Stu·
dents' Commentlt". Keep up that
interesting column! The Mereede.
certainly mer il!! any words of com­mendation
which we can give; it il
a paper to be proud of, and we art
delighted to see such promisinr
talent expressing itaelf from the
pltges of a Hochester high 8Chool
publication.
(Continued on page 3, col. 1)
Sophomore Hop
Is a Success
Ship Ahoy! All's well ahead!
Land breen only! Thus the
second SOlJh Hop of Na'Zareth Col_
lege salled the ~eas and disap­peared
beyond the hor izon; gone
but not forgotten.
Friday evening, February 6,
11'89 the P"ovel'bial "night of
nights" for the Sophomore Clan.
The enthusiasm, which has waxed
strong during the past few weeks,
resched a fitting climax between
tb@ hours of seven-thirty and
twelve, when the formal dinner
dance took place at the College.
Dinner wns ~e rved in the study
room t ranBformed for the occa­sion
into a bower of beauty,
e$plendent with the warm glow of
candles and spring flowers. The
color scheme was purple and gold
- the College colors. After din.
nOll' the dance proper began. The
dance programs certainly deserve
a Rpecial mention; they were in
exquisite taste, gold paper
!tamped in purple with the small
design of an old·fuhioned ship.
Now close your eyes and try to
visualize the assembly as the !l8lon
of a ship. Deek chain snd wicker
$\lites, artistically arranged along
the sides of the room, were deftly
enclond by ropes. Signal flag~
were flying ovcrhead; while life
preserven adorned the walls which
were draped in black and gold.
Weatherbeaten sailor's lamps and
coib of rope added to the nautical
atmosphere.
The orchestra left nothing to be
desired. Its repertoire pleased
everybody; the music was lively
and the singing was clever. A
charming II pirit of friendliness
prevailed.
Margaret Enright, president of
the Clan, wu general chairman.
The claSll wiShes to thank t he fol­lowing
fi rms for enabling t he dec­oration
committee to carry out
their elaborate plan: Edwards and
Sons, and Weis and Fisher.
.M-ar.y M oran, '33. EXCHANGE
(Continued from page 2, col. 4 )
'T he Caniaian" ,
Canisiua College, Buffalo, N. Y.
"The Project of the Year" as
announced by the Alumni Associa­tion
in the January 16 issue, is cer­ainly
to l)rOvt vcry beneficial. The
advantage of the Placement Bureau
at CanisiU8 is evident in its pur­pose
which ~tate~: "But while tho
main I)UrpoBe of the BUI'eau is to
get the college graduate propcrly
situated on the fint rung of the
ladder 1.0 future success, it will ac­cept
anything that it is offered in
either temporary or part-time jobs
for the undergraduates."
" When gullibility becomes thus
rampant, culture rapidly d~lines."
That ia the keynote of a stirring
editorial viewing modern litera t ure
as it l'eally is, entitled "Literature
and the Book a Month Clubs."
TH E G L EAN E R Page Three
Fathe r Lynch Gives
Mission Talk
The talk given by Father Lynch
lit the ,fanual'y meeting of the Fre·
min Mi ~sion Unit was a real treat
Our Missioll enthusiasts welcome
the visfts of this missioner who is
no ~tranger at Nazareth. In his
twenty yea,.. $pent in Porto Rican
missions, Father Lynch has gained
much I)ractical exper ience and he
knows the needs of the Missionary
who laoore among the heathen. He
stres~ the value of medicine u
an aid to the spread of religion.
It is certain that the pagan soul
is I'ellch ~d through the medium of
kindness, in most cases this charity
being medical attention. The China­man
who has contracted the fevel'
thinks it most pl'adical first to
have medical nttention . Where
thel'e i~ no one but t he I)riest to
do thiB work of mercy, there can
be no hope of conversion if he hicks
these medical supplies.
With the marvelous example of
othel' groups who, aa we heard, are
making grand contributions of
medicines, bandages, and instru­ments;
we, student missioneu, will
join the ranks and actively aid in
the IIp relld of the faith. We wi\!
Get Medicines. We will also P/'IllI
that more laborers will go out into
His Vineyard.
The Fremin Unit thanks ~;ather
Mooney, OUI' diocesan mission di­rector,
(Ol' his constant assistance
and particularly for bringing this
speaker to us.
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Freshman Contributions
We are pleased to announce that
the Freahmen are making their bo ....
in this issue of the Gleaner. Their
first appeal'8nce is more than wei.
come, and we feel certain that their
charming poems and sketches will
bc read with enjoyment.
May they continue their splen.
did enthusiasm and co-operation!
IN MEMORIAM
The student body has
evinced the most sincere
sympathy for the 10,"' SUB­tained
by our beloved
teachcr, Reverend Lou i I
Edelman, t hrough the death
of hiB brothel', Reverend
Adolph Edelman. As we
realize that in prayer alone
can sympathy be made effect­ive,
the Holy Sacrifice of
the Mall! has been offered
over and over again for the
repose of the soul of the
dear departed. F inally:l
lI igh Mall!, attended by the
student body and sung by
the students, was offered in
the College Chapel on Tuell­dlly,
February 10, the cele­brant
being Reverend Father
Edelman.
Dr. Walsh Lectures I I _A_ t _Nazareth Here and The re
The students of Nazareth Col_IL--------------J
lege had the pleasure of IIttending
II lecture given by James J. Walsh,
M.D., Ph.D., Sc.O., formerly of
F'o"dhulll Univcl·sity. Sister TCl'esa
Marie, our Dean, introduced the
sl)cakcl'. His subject was "Disil­lusionments
in Psychology." He
truced the development!! of hYI)­notic
theories and mesmerism to
the theory expounded by F reud.
Dr. Walsh spoke of Coue. em­I)
hasiz;ing the fact that this learned
gentleman never claimC(1 to cure
anyone. Coue said that it was al_
ways the patient who cured him­aclf.
Dr. Walsh said that in s pite
of their apparent foolishness, llIany
of the learned psychologists have
bdicved these theories until neWel'
O IH~S were brought to light. The
close U8l1OCation between the theol"
ic~ of I.sychology and t hose of the
medical profession were stl·eued.
Dr. Walsh to ld his audience that
optimism fo r a great many diseases
of the body is an excellent cure,
and that the mind is able to P''O­duce
symptoms of disease in the
body.
He concluded by saying that the
. urvey of the disillusionmentll of
the I.sychology of the JllIst century
might be illuminating in judging
the I)robable life-time of some con­tempol'll1'
y theories.
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WE INTERVIEW THE
FOOTBALL HEROES!
Three fine specimens of Notre
Dllme manhood--!!uch are "Mar­chy"
Schwarh, "Tom" Conley, ami
"Johnny" Dorschel. Mr. Dorschel.
whom we met fll'St and who acted
liB "advance man", gave U8 valua­ble
bits of information about that
great mid - western university,
Notl'\! Dame.
Besides rootb~.ll, Notre Dame
boaBts of a fine debating learn, U
well-known glee club and Beve"al
pcriodicalll - the "Scholastic" It
weekly, and "Script", a qual·terly.
The Law School is rated ClUB A
and the scholarship average of the
entire university is gradually be·
ing raised.
Now t hat mid-years are over
we have II slight idea of how
N"poleon felt at Waterloo!
I
.- . Not so long ago, we went
. tobogganing. T he ail' wa! crisp, I the sky plentifully sprinkled with
staTl, the weather perfect. Was it
i fun ! + _ +
I Last week we read an article,
which, among other thingll, de­plored
the supentition of the
Middle Ages. Tonight we heard
a well.known astrologer broadcast
to a twentieth century radio audi­ence
the destinies thllt lie in the
daTI. Inconsi.st-enc.y? A recent newspaper urticle di s­cu~
ses "vacational expcrtJI." Some­thing
tells u~ t hat around June
ht we won't n.ee-d .on e of those. Has the ten_cent novel disap­Ileared?
We recently read that it
has not; but here is the difference
- It costs two .d-oll.au now. ])0 you remember the thrills of
the old Valentine box, and how
you went home with II stack of
sugary missives clutched in your
hand? T ho!e days are gone for-ever!
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As usual after mid-years, mllny
resolves have heen made for great­er
concentration on a great many
things. '"' - ...
Cease to pity the introvert and
to try drawing him out of hiB shell.
You are milking the poor extf()­vert
introvert by trying to make
the introvert extrovert, and whul'.
in liea the pl'Ofit in such a reversi­ble
reaction! .-. Really, we ought to be given at
lea~t ten I.oints grace on all our
exa m inaUo n ~ . After reading and
reading about the Wickersham ,'e­port
just before exams. whllt het­tel'
could be e.xp-ect.ed of us? If some of our "budding 1>OC1.s'·
will be represented in an anthology
in April, is it too much 1.0 hope
that our poets will be in full bloom
Mr. lIIarchmont Sehwarb:, who -say by next September !
comes from Bay St. Louis in l\I ill- 1---------------­aisBi
ppi, and Mr. Thomas A. Con.
ley, whose home is in Phillldelphia,
Pennsylvllnia, greeted us with " I'll
be glad to answer any questions
you ask." So with the aid of the
RevC1'end Leo C. Mooney, who very
kindly arranged this interview, we
began.
Mr. Schwarh when asked what
his impl'ell!ion of Rochester wu,
told UII that it was a "beautiful
town." He hopell to visit UII in the
apring and see our famed Oxford
Stree't in bloSliom.
Of course, both young men arc
IItaunch s upporters of Notre Dame.
Mr. Schwal·tz says that it is "the
greatcst place in t he world, me"ely
because the fellows all have a sort
of friendly feeling"-a democratic
spirit pervading the campu.!!. There
are no fraternities and it i. "heav­en
on earth" for freshmen since no
hazing occurs there.
The conversation dri fted to foot­hall
a nd of course the big games of
the lIeason were discussed . "Re·
Iigion," Mr. Conley says, "is never
brought up in the games." Both
young men agreed t hat there is
never any prejudice shown t hem.
Each game is dedicated to one or
more saints, whose medals they
wear during the game.
Mr. Schwarb:, who is a student
in the Law School, has a nother
year at Notre Dame. Mr. Conley,
who will be graduated in June, will
coach at La Salle College in Philll_
delphia next fall.
Page Four
Residents Row I
A select audience witnessed a
one scene travel drama not long
ago, featuring Anne Camille,
assisted by her roommate, Anne
Egan. The title of the piece was
"The Soap Qucst."
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A ban is to be placed on the
telling of weird tale~ after dark­ghost
stories, prison scenes, etc.,
because it has been found that
they disturb ye peaceful slumbers
in a truly "night-mare" fashion.
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Helen Morrisey is about to
found a sewing c:rc1e which will
offer embroidery as a major.
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IMAGfNE:
Imugi.'e ·'bollrdc.· legion" lVii/lOut
ally fw!,
You'd "ave a ~o/(lr gY$tem without
(lny 8.01 .
lmoyine /Jetly Donegan grown six
fe.,t tall. .
Imagine !IlO>7/ Bemwtt 110/, c(lUght
in tile hall,
Imagine lie/en !IIo""i8sey ,,,ith bl're
"si,-ety-five".
Imagine "Mo"g" .Elwig/it 1101, !III
and alive.
Imagine Ma"11 Ge/ie"in tVith glossy
black hai,·.
h1lIlgi,.e "0'8io" o'lHlI'b,o'dencd witl,
ca"e,
l llluyine "Fran" Bae/mum in a
g,'eat h"I'17/,
0., pel'i/al's Mnl'y Lynch all in a
fI1ll" 7/,
fmagine "Kayo" McCarthy not
planning some flln,
Imagine Ele(l1lo" Heick with les_
sons undono;
Most lea''1led reade)', if you lrn:tl<l'C
tI,is true
I' o.o' lie 1lufol-med a feal, 10ldell I
cann<.ll do.
Dorothy Jl/CGhUII, '34.
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JUNIOR-FROSH PARTY
The Freshmen have certainly
given their big sisters a splendid
time ! The novel entertainment
appealcd to all of us, Perhaps it
was too appealing. Many of our
fathers have already had to pay
the p,·ice. Fashion shows always
do interest women, but this wss
mo,'e fasci nating than any other,
T he fo'rcshmen were the models,
10vC!~' ones too. And oh, what
clothes they wore! M,my of uS
have probably been spoiled for any
other clothes now. How stunninj;t
the street clothes were! Then there
wOlre the sport clothes, riding hab_
its, and skiing outfits. We had
bette\' not think of them any more.
Even 10veliOlr than all else wei'"
the evening gowns. The blue was
adorable, So were the others.
Dainty and sweet, pink tuile, whiw
lace, pink HowCl'ed, simple black­all
were charming! Many of us
made up om' minds then and there
about our Prom gowns. The end
came all too soon. R<)freshmOlnts
and dancing followed.
THE G L EANER
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:. : THE BREATH OF LIFE :- -:- j s.l n_ _
A_1u :_nna_eN_~-~__S .....51 1
-
To the VCl'y young, despair, like I Pptel' walked homewa,'d slowly.
othOlr emotions, comes as quickly as He did not even attempt to think
an infant's fl'own and often van_ ' of a p o~sible solu t ion to his prob­ishes
with the same rapidity. And lem or, rather, his b"ain refused to
.~ixteen is VOlI'Y young! So, wh.m I function. A close, damp fog seem€'{!
P<-tel' Belov's music mastE'I' to ld to be lIt iHing and chilling him with
him that he could no longel' use his it.~ denseness through which evcn
piano for practise, dark clouds of I thc ext"cme bl'ightness of the sun­despair
seemed to blot out heaven ny day could not begin to pene­and
earth for Pete.·. In vain did I trate, A half formed prayer to the
the sun's \Varm rays shine throu{::h Soui'ce of all Comfort fell aga;n
t he l(lng windows of the music and again from his tr"'mulous lip~:
room, To the boy, all was dark in "Oh, God, pleases how me a way.
his litt\", world; all was hopele~s on I must have a piano. I must ha" e
that bright May morning; life in a piano. Please. Please."
that moment had changed vitally. At this point a Bob was wont to
T rue. his mnster had been most interrupt his plea to the Almighty,
kind and SYlllpathetic. 1n bct Peter Rare, in one ~o young, was th~
thought he had detected a mist in depth of the boy's soul tragedy,
~~~e ki~~l~yw:l: d~~~o:e~ t~oc h~~~eli~'~ With c/l.ch repti t ion of his seem_
ingly hopeless request, his grid
seemed to weigh more heavily upon
him. He must strive to forget his
music >lnd moreover to conceal
from his mother this feeling of ut­ter
despair. Her hurden must not
be increased, How could he hea,'
to tell her? How could he watch
her dream castles fall around her
with a CT!lsh? Would they crush
her in their descent? So ,-an his
thoughts. In his present st!lW of
mind he douhted if he could pre­,~
ent a cheerful attitude by the time
he reached home.
seemed th .. t other pupils were com·
plaming of favoritism heing shown
because he was the only Olne allow­(
d to practise on the master's
piano.
This news sounded the death·
knell to all Peter's hopes for a mu­~
ic al career. It meant but One
tI.ing-he would have to give ur>
his mu~i<,. Music! The very breath
of life to him. No piano at home
:llId 1\", could harbor nn hope for a
privilege similar to the one he had
been enjoying. His mother, all he
had in the world, he knew could
nev"I' by the remotest chance spure
enough of her pitifully smaB sav­ings
to procure one for him. How
she was \vol'king and saving to
make pouible their return to Rus_
sia where POlter could continue his
study of music under the best ma~_
WI'S, and now, was her toil to be
fo r naught, his hard practise fruit­less'!
A~ he approach€'{! the music store
whieh he passed daily and where
he a lways stopped to admirOl the
~ hinillll: instruments in the window,
it presented itself now as a keen
agg.'avation to his 8O!'!'oW. But on
drawing nearer his heart skipped a
bellt. There in the window stood
an old upright piano much the
WOI'$e for wear !<nd ag~ on which
>ltoo<l a largOl placard marked
11:11 this was passing through his "SPECIAL. $7!'!,OO", Wa~ it fate
~o nfu s()d mind as he l'ecalled the that had set the price or had PrO"l_
many times his master hud Mid to dc-nce intervE'ned to aid him in hi ~
him: extremity? For aad the price been
"Pcte>', you have n musical higher, Peter would in all probabil­g~
nius that will one day make you ity have passed on. As it was, did
famous. Don't ever let anything he not have just that amount in
rob you of it." I his own name in the hank? Seven-
And somehow POlter felt that it! ty-five doUun; which l'cpresenwd
was true. He, himself, was cor.- hard work and savings from hi~
scious nf some innate talent which one source of income, his paper
had made him capable of dewcting route.
the ~lighte~t flaw in a musical com- Here indeed was a solution to his
position as well as appreciating the problem, balm of his sore heart.
technical beauty of the work, an(! Hi s only fear nOli' was lest hi s
this, long before hOl had become (a-I mother would not let him spend th~
milia)' with the rules of harmony monOly, The morOl Petu thought of
and melody, II this, the more anxious he became.
If he but knew it he astounded Somehow he felt his moth~r would
all who heard him. 'Music master~ not let anything come between
ma rvded at the hoy's ability to im- I them and thei." return h.ome, It
pl'ovise, the surOlness of his tech- , was the one a.lm of her 1.lfe to go
nique, the delicacy of his touch anti I back to RUSSIa, her native land,
the mastery of his interpretation. whence thcy hAd be<ln forced to flee
They WCl'e all looking forward to a here ~ A":,er ica Wn years a/o:0.
future when this genius was bound Knowmg thIS, POlter was doubtful
to play an important part in the that e,ven hiH great need of music
world of music. Needless to sav could mfluence her to the extent of
the boy too had his dreams for th~ a!lowing any obstacle to lodge in
futurOl, a nd now, must thE'Y he re- her path and foresta!l her in hP.1'
linquishcd? (Continued on page 6, col. 2)
Annll WeIher, '30, is teaching at
the Catholic High School in Geneva
t his tOlI·m. Her appointment is a
well·des\ll·ved one, and we wish her
success.
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How did you enjoy your first test
papers. Anna? Never mind, every
teacher has to correct papers. How
interested we used to be in compos­ing
said papers !
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Helen McEneany has taken her
love for things mathematical to
Pittsford with hOlr. She is teach·
ing trigonometry, algebm, elemen­tary
and intermediate, and enjoys
the work as wen.
"!< _ oi<
We wonder how the girls "up in
the mountains" arOl enjoying the
below zero teml)Cl'atures!
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N, B,: Alumnre, '30!
It was in the spring of last year
that, at an important class meOlt­ing,
the Seniors designated March
19, 1931, as a day of spOlcial sig­nificance
to the members of the
class,
The seemingly far distant date
was veiled in the future. The ranks
of the class would thcn be memhers
of the working world. They would
not forget their Alma Mater, nor
their class interests.
This is just a remi nder that the
time has almost arrived, One month
mOl'e! May the old spirit of co­operation
which launched so !)'Iany
class projects support this one with
equal success !
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Connie Costich as a rival!
Evelyn Pritchard Morsches, '28,
sends us good news of a beautiful
boy born way out in Fort Wayne,
Ind. We cong"stulate mother and
baby.
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1 !nlO1V (f v"le ,uilete the 0"ioI4
8wings
He)' nest to til(! breeze and tile skV
The iris open8 her petal w;ny~
A1!d tile b,."ok/et ,'iPII1es by,
Albert D. iVat80n.
Support
THE GLEANER
By
Getting Ads
Campus Closeups
Madeline McGuin! spent the five
days foHowing exams at the Hotel
Commodore in. N-ew. Y ork City. Lucille Odcnbach entertained /I
party of 18 at a sleigh ride party
Friday night. .-. Mary Neal'y spent the
(ollowing exams with
Burke. .-. week-end
Mildred
We hope that everyone enjoyed a
happy exam. w.ee-k. - Betty Donegan spent the week-end
with hel' parents in Lima. --- EleanOl' Heick, Mary Geherin,
and Margaret Blumeriek were in
Auburn for the week-end of Feb­ruary
1.
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Kathryn McCarthy entertained
Margaret Enright at her home in
Pittsford recently. --- Fl'ances l3achman visited in
Weedsport rec<'ntly. --- Mary Louise Bennett, Kathryn
McCarthy, and Margaret Enright
were dinner guests at Dorothy Me­Gahn's
home i.n -Vi.cto r. Virginia Nugent and D01'Othy
Abraham spent the week-end in
Hornell Rnd C.an-an-daigua. Frances Owens attended the
Brockport-Fredonia basketball con­test
in D"ockport recently. --- Dolores Edell ushered for the
last Community Players' pl'Oduc­tion,
"Salt Wa.te-r".- Florence Vetter spent the week-end
in Buffalo.
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THE AGBS
In agcs l}(/.st, we had 010' fam4111s
men
Wllose names s;hall livc, 'till time
its cyele 'runs.
See HOlli e!' from 1v/lose golden pen,
C(lme talell 01 fliu,n's JI/(lins ami
81.118 :
0111' Vi"gil tliell, I,ile /li,·tll of R,))>!!'>
tlm'olled
A'td traced tile tale of P,·jeWI'S mad
defeat,
The bllnti>!g pyre of Dido, A1)0I/(I's
"ricst foretold.
None /luch as t/lese, CMI "wdenl OflC
repeat"
Still would you live ill age8 /O>lf}
aflo?
0,' leollld you be content with late"
things,
Which light tlie spark and nlake it
glow,
With t;:/taucer, who of mortals
81ng8,
With Shokespeare, Wordsworth,
and the rest
Whose art wit/t8tands time'a cruel
(es;e!
Kat/uyn McCarth1l, '33
T H E G L EANER Page Five
Father Mathis
Speaks at College
The Fremin Mission Unit was
indeed privileged to have the Rev.
Father Mathis of Notre Dame Uni_
versity for its guest speaker at the
February meeting. In a lascinat­ing
manner the speaker pictured
the charm of life in the jungles
of India, where there is glorious
sunshine and where man is close
to nature and to the God of
nature. Above all Father Mathis
spoke of the joys of working in
His vineyard in India. Here, as
in every mi!!Sion land, the big
feature of religious work is the
providing and maintaining of
hospitals, clinics, doctors, and
nurse~ who will perform real,
humanitarian work. To facilitate
this work. the Society of the Medi­cal
Missions was established in
]925 at Washington, D. C., partly
through the efforts of Father
Mathis. It is this society that
prepares medical men and women
and sends them where they are
needed most. But while we have
the society, we must also have
volunteers for the work_ people
who will dedicate their lives to the
service o( the Master, Who "re­turns
a hundred-fold" every sacri­fice
made for love of Him.
¥'ather Mathis told many im­pressive
tbings about his ennonical
visits to mission stations in India,
China, and Jallan and to the leper
colonies. In spirit, he took us to
the scene of Calvary, where
through a mist of blood, the dying
Christ looked so kindly and
patiently upon t hose fa ,' whom He
died. He saw there one from
India and one with leprosy as well
as you and me. This is why
priests and nuns give up all to go
over to "teach all nations," as
Christ commanded.
Father Mathia graciously de­layed
his return to South Bend in
order to be at our meeting. We
thank him sincerely.
Agnes Hosenfeld, '32.
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Naza reth Students in Print
Harper & Bros. al'e issuing "The
New Anthology of College Verse"
to be published about April 1. Let­ters
received by Catherine William_
son and Anna Fischette, both mem­bers
of the Junior Class, list them
among the lucky contributors who
had work accepted. Almost 300 co!­leges
submitted work, 4200 poems
in all. Out of so large a numbel',
we are very pI'oud to find Nazareth
College represented by two stu­dents.
Our poets are leading the
way. As noted last month, Kath­leen
O'Brien, '31, represents us in
the anthology "This Light". Where
are all our workers in prose? Up,
students, up and "follow the
Gleam". Short storiea, editorials,
articles of general interest--see the
field offen~d in the new publication,
"The Writer", in which the shon
story class has invested. It may
be consulted at any time in the
Glca.,er office.
Lenten Thoughts I A priest in purple vestments, C. S. M. C.- Fremin I the altar stripped of ornaments, Mission Unit
the absence of the Alleluia. These 1'---------------' are n few of the bugle notes that
call Christ's children to do pen­ance.
Each year, as the season
rolls a round, a few heedlessly
allow it to roll by, forgetting that
"Un/eBI< Yll do 11{manc~ ye
shall !llllikewi8e ))e"isil."
Nineteen hundred years ago
this was the warning that Jesus
gave. Shall we disobey? Death
surrounds us all-the humble and
the proud, the rich and the poor­but
what lies beyond the portal is
known only to the Great Judge,
Throughout the year we have
fallen, become discouraged in the
trials of daily life, offended our
neighbors ar been uncharitable.
The Holy season of Lent is an
excellent fmc for all of us to look
ourselve.; square in the face,
realize our faults, and do penance
for our shortcomings. We can be
kind, practice self-denial, so neces ­sary
for the molding of one's
character, and above all we can
be charitable. Then too, some of
us often forget that we are not
the only ones in the great race,
and hinder the progress of our
fellow men. Yes, there are many,
many things we could thing about
- if only we would take the t ime.
Let us then, during the next
few days, pause and invoke the
aid of God, pray that He will give
us strength and courage to put our
best foot forward. Then, and
then only will our hearts ring put
with that most joyous of proclama­tions:
"Alleluia! Christ is risen."
Then we will rejoice that the
unstained Lnmb of God paid the
ransom for the sins of man.
Agatha Young, '32 .
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STARLIGHT AND LAMPLIGHT
I .. of how tlie vost t:t:}Janse of heav'n.
toniflht
Is; s;cintiUant with Bla,.,,! It 8ee onl<
as though
These j~we/s iuet now we,.e polish_
ed, shine they 80
In brilliant ellisters, r(ldiunt, and
b.'ight.
Look 11010 u/JOn thut tl>1l1 chapel
white
A-nestU>1fJ whe,'e the lOinds all
whisper low.
And wee the lamplight 's 80ft and
11.ddy glow.
lV/w t tender beauty does it fJiv~
Ihe niglttl
How ott I walch at eve with /I,'Qoti­lng
eye8
The etal'light and the lamplight!
Joy to sce
The light of [,amp alld stursf Sec'st
a/so thou ,
De",· /teal't, Ihe Bta.· that led these
th"ee Icin,qs wise
To witne CI.,.ist was bo>'1I? The
La1>J.p dost see
That /lw'ns with love befure Hia
Alta" flOw?
Harri.Jt Hoock, '3 4.
Since Christmas, the Fremin Mis_
sion Unit has sent $70.00 to our
missionaries both at home and
abroad. Among these mis$ionari('g
FATHER CHARLES HILBERT
we number our own Father Hil­bert,
Fathers Garesche, Taelman,
Cunning, Warren, and lllost re_
cently. Father Lynch. --- Thursday, January 15, we had
the pleasure of a visit from Father
Lynch, who had labored for twenty
years in the missions at POI·to Ri co.
Father Lynch made an earnest plea
for money, for the suffering among
the Porto Ricans is particularly
acute, especially because of the lack
of nourishing food . --- Thursday, February 5, Father
Leo C. Mooney brought us another
welcome visitor, Father Mathis.
f'ather Mnthis. a gl'aduate of
Notre Dame, is head of the Medica!
Mission Society in the United
States for Indian Missions. Fath­er's
talk was most enlightening and
interesting. --- We Rl'e still collecting medicines,
newspapers, magazines, clothing,
and stamps. Our record in this
rcga"d has ixlen very gratifying up
to now. Let us keep up the good
work and end the year as well as
it was begun. --- We have sent boxes of clothing,
toys and other articles to the mis ­sional'
ie~ in the field, besides boxes
of medicine ta the Catholic Medical
Mi ssions, and s-ta-mp-s to Maryknoll. Members of the Unit have b.len
1lI0st generous in bringing theil'
discarded Christmas cards which
have been cut out, mounted vcry
attractively, and sent to those mis_
sionaries requesting them.
Page Six THE GLE A NER
The Hidden Life !,_ ____C_o_m_r_a_d_e_s_ ___ I!f tryT. heA l Iluamzym leo-,c·-u.-srt-t -h,,u-nmomone dw haisg hB uiln-n'
the branches of a sun_bathed birch.
SCF.N£---A "IIad Itretch 01 IIIOW_
covered WQ8te will, ;I..tting rocks
alld jiaSUI'eS in till iClI ... a/.-illg
da,·~· po.tcl'lI' htre (l.lId tl.lIrll; two
i01le/1l figN"lI~ tl'1<dUing wllal'ily,
h .. avily and, it 1IJ0NId '''''''I aim­ieu/
ll 01t1lJU)"d8, Eae/I ill dl'aQ_
Uillg a. coUa]Jsiblll ~I .. dg~ ladl'm
with 111atcl"pI'OOI S(.lCh of va,,;olls
r iles ulld SIiUpe8.
Strindberg_W lce! nothing but
ice! Ice under our feet, ice on our
clothing, ice in the air we breathe,
I t hink my very bl'ain has turned
to ice, Andree, my friend, I must
be going mad. I csn't t hink, I can't
even hope,"
Andree - "Cou"age, CO Ill,'ade,
courage. It ca n't lallt foo'ever, yau
know."
Stri nd berg-"No, thank God, it
can't last fo~ver. It ended for
fo'raenk el and the others, it can't
be long before the end must come
to us. Let's I'eat for awhile, An­dree,
Somehow, my legs refuse to
move any more."
Andree-"Or COUI'~e, you are
til'ed. We'll have a bit to eat.
That will mllke us both brace up.
We'll have to be sparing of the
billCUlts, Nils, our supply is very
low, With luck we can get a new
supply of bear.' meat, but when
the biscuits are gone, they can't be
replaced. Ah, well. we sti ll have
the sardines, We can ~ave them
for d ~ssert and_ but what's wrong,
my friend, You"'e not in terested."
Strindberg- "No, my brave
friend, I'm not interested. I won't
need t he biscuits or the meat or the
sardines where I'm goi ng. A numb­ness
is creeping over me, Andree,
that tells me I'm on t he last lap
of our journey. Ah, don't say it's
j ust II passing feeling. I hope,­yes,
I pray that it's the end; the
end of all thel\e terrible wC(!k$ of
grinding, nerve - wracking torture,
of dull despair as one by one ou r
hopes and plans have c rashed. Oh
I know it'. cowardly to give in like
t his but my nerve is broken. I
couldn't face it all again,-the sick­cni
ng glare of the , now, the ache
of tortured muscles, the freez ing
winds that sweep this ghastly
country."
Andree-HI know, Nils, I under­atand.
My friend, I envy you your
going. I would not wish to hold
you back if I could, though of
course, I would. You're a brave
man, Nils, the bravest I've eVe!"
known. Too brave to be siluificed
110 vainly. Oh, it'. hard to have
the plnns and dreams I've cherish.
ed for so many years fail like
thia."
Strindberg - "And yet who
knows,- perhap!l they haven't been
in vain. But neither you nor r will
ever live to know. Andree, look!
My fingers arc lifeleS!. In my left
pocket you'll find II picture. Let
me look at it again. Anne, my dear
one, you'll neve!" know how much
Slowly, silently, in deep thought,
I Btrolled through the lIhaded pathll
thllt wllndel"fll between the roW$ of
sleeping graves. My eye was
caught by a towering obeliak in the
diatanee. Wondering who might be
at rest beneath this taU ahaft of
ahi ning granite, 1 approached the
monument. At t he base of the
IIpire, SI,arkling in the sun wu this
insc l"iption:
"Aru:lwhila on eartit a g,'eat al«:­c
... '\CI(lS he.
," ame breathed 1m hi". wiU, .weet
mId ptlr/unled breath.
He lived_fHua88ed a lortunt 10)'
/limBe/I,
lI il lama 8iUlU /illgC,· evefl aftcr
deuth,"
I turned away. Engr()lll!ed in
thought I walked on. Nearby I
Wow a tiny tombstone. In simple
lettel'll. almost indiscernible, were
ca rved these lines:
"JJmeatl. tlii... ti"tI bit 01 sod
hill, 01111 11.1110 livlld and died-lor
God;
A P1·ic~t. "
Whut a contrast between these
two lnscdptions ! What a different
life theae two men led !
Aa I write on t his cold, clear Feb­,'
uary evening, the memory of my
vi.it to t he cemetery canoes back
to me most vividly. In thOlLe few
words on the priest's tombstone was
a wonderful example of the hidden
life. How often we are blinded by
the dazzling jewels of fllme nnd
riched, Too often this brilliance
obscures the tiny, fli ckering ray"
of the sanctuary IlImp,
February is the month of t he
hidden life. May we not often tUO'n
our thoughts to thO$(> who are do_
ing God's work on earth! Let us
pray for more ,·ocations. Let us
a sk God what He wanta us to do,
No matter what our wlllk in life
may be, when our time comes to
answer the eternal summons, may
thi, be our final prayer:
Mil .0111 Thou ga.t:e.t "IInto me.
Ordained
To kllep, I gi"ll~ it back 10 TIIf!C
,,"s/ailled.
Mary Eva Henner, '32.
you've encouraged me on these
long, hard trek~, She'll be waiting
yea rs and year~, AndrC(!, and she'll
never know. Hers was the last
face I saw as t he balloon lifted off
the ground,-her dear, tender faC(l
with that brave smile just curvi ng
her lips. A !lid-smile, AndrC(!,
- a_ "
Andl'ee-"Nils, Nils, my com­rade,
80 you, too, have left me. I
am glad I was here to see you off,
my brave young friend, You would
have minded going alone. Now I
must go on without you. On,- to
what I wonder. But I can't rise,
my legs are number, Nils. com·
rade, I think I shall not be far be­hind
you on your journey. I'm
tired, tired." Estelle Mehan, '34,
THE BREATH OF LIFE _
p,~~;:.~.nu;~efr:~:,:.a:; t:'e c~~:~e I ~-: C H A F F :_: l
reached home. he was extl'emcly I ;~_ ~_ _______________ ..J.!
excited and feared to brORch the
subject which meant so much to
him. How WR. he to introduce the
idea to this dear, yet strong-willed,
mother of hi~? Tirell'$s, relentle~a
was she in Ihis work of saving
money to gf't back to Ruuia. Why,
thought Peter, feeling more wl'etch_
en as he did so, one had only to
mention i{uuia and the look it
called forth in her eyes convinc~d
one that in her heart she was 111-
ready there. Strange, how she
lived only for this, her retul'n.
"Only I!. little mort' money," ahe
would say time and time again with
a far-away look, " and we'll be all
our way home."
How ~he had sllVed and scrimped!
And now thnt her plans neared
completion. how would she receive
the ide."' I of even a temporary set.­back!
With this t hought Peter
Plellsingly Plump: "Speaking
of 'embarauing momenh'-I wall
in Sibley's on Valentine's day. All
the elevators were pllcked, and as
luck would have it I was the last
to squeeze into a particularly
crowded one. The gates closed
behind me, but the car would not
budge. The opel'ator relluested a
few passengers to take another
car. I alone stepped out, and im­mediately
t he car .oared aloft!"
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Soph: "Funny t hing about
wholesome l"
Frosh : " What!"
Soph : "Why you take away the
whole and you s till have some
left !" + - + - 01<
This week at II movie-';THE
PHANTOM OF THE DESSERT."
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reachtd home whe re f«und his More Emb ..... in. Momen ll!
mother just leaving the houi!e to It took seven of us to inter-delivel'
some I'ecently COml)leted view March Schwartz and Tom
needle_work. Even though . he Conley for the paper, When shy
set'med to be in II hUITY Peter de- but very handsome Conley was
cided it would be be~t to br(,lIk the ,peaking, seven plliu of eyes were
new" to her now, Is it fancy Or (10 intently gazing upon him. Sud­mothers
really have a special intui . denly there was a howl from
tion in the affaiu which relate IIQ Schwartz-who had been taking it
vitally to their child~en? So it all in, He claimed that t he looks
_mcd in thi. case, for hunied ns on our fates were too much for
sh" WI\S, lIhe looked closely at PeU:r him. >10 _ >10 _ +
and iUlJuired: Boarder (in a hurry to catch
"What's on your mind, dear! a train home ): " Mary, will you
C<>me, tell mother." dash up to my room and see if I
Only too gladly did Peter jump left my umbrella standing by the
at the chance to unbuI'den himself. door?"
H(' had to ,"wallow hard when he Mary (returning breathless):
reaeht(1 the poi nt of his ~i n g un- " It's atill standing right t here!"
able to practiSE' at t he music mali- >10 _ >II _ +
ler's. Ju ~t now, he felt his tRilk
to be al! the mOnJ difficult, IIi nee he History Stude: "Was Washing.
could know with no certainty lon as honest IJS h i~tory te1\s us?"
whethel' or not hi$ mother would Prof.: "Why certainly!"
fun~' -"y mpathi:z.e with his plan. But H. S.· "Well, then how ilt · it
he continued bravely to t he end that they dose all t he banks on
his birthday?"
when he asked pleadingly: '" _ +_ >10
"And @o. mother, will you let me
nesident: "'Lo, Lu I"
use my own money for it! PH soon Roomste: ;'Oh hello. I didn't
make it up ; truly. I will."
This recital, told with such esTO- recognize you at first with your
0 .... '1 clothes on."
e~tneu and intensity of feeling, 1 _____________ _
should have touched a heart IIf
stone. But hi. mother only shook
her head slowly nnd replied in her
native tongue to which she wn ~
wont to rcvet"t when talking to hel'
son:
" Peter, deal', if I thought that
this would be the best thing for
you, I would gladly give you I)('r­miSliion,
but liS it is, we must be
pati(!nt and you will wait until we
r(!ach your nath'e land. Thel'e you
Clln get 1\ fresh start with your
music. 'I'h i" old piano would nevel'
do for YOU in the first place, it
would only be a Wllste of money.
You long to continue with your mu_
sic and no one know" better than I
what it means to want something
beyond one'a reach, Somewhere
along life's path, dear boy, every
one of \IS catches a glimpRe of his
"moon-out-of-reach". This break in
your music will not be for long lind
think of the joy you will feel when
you are home aga in e njoying all
the rewards of just t his MCI·ifice.
Don't think I fail to unde"stand
what a disappointment this is, and
how much you will lose by giving
up practise for a time, I, too, onc'!
had musi..,al ambitions, Peter, and
suffered even more cruelly than you
but t hat iii a long story-showing
only that your talent i, a natul"9.1
one. Goodbye now, I must go, desr,
but we will hllk more about th~
ma tte" this eve ning,"
Peter listent(1 silently and re­signedly,
feeling more wrekhed
than before, a t the end or his moth.
er's refusal. A boy of sixtC(!n in
de~p."'Ii r at a great di!appointmen!
is not wont to consider and appre­cillte
the whys and wherefores of
life. He live~ in the present, and
(Continued on page 8 )
j
To Be or Not To Be­A
Prima Dona
In a small town in Connecticut,
not many years ago lived a poor
Italian immigl'ant family. The
poor, but happy, little household
WIIS blessed with several children,
one being a dark-eyed little girl
called Rosa. As a child, she helped
her father in his littlc store and
during her work she sang. No matter what happened or what I
tRsk she did, Rosa sang. Her ol~er
sister, Carmela had a fine vOIce
and the wonderful parents scraped
up enough to give the girl vocal
lessons. Rosa accompanied her
sister to the music studio and sat
with glowing eyes, wat.:::hing every
movement of her sister's teacher.
In this way, Rosa absorbed much
and very soon she had made up
her mind to have a vocal career
herself. In order to gain experi­ence
Rosa sang in the choir of >I
little Catholic Church, and at
almost every function and place
she could. The generous older
sister Carmela, fiee ing that Rosa
had great talent, gave up her les­sons
and career to help Rosa. The
two sisters, then at an early age
went into vaudeville. One day
Fame in the form of Caruso heard
Rosa, and she became the great
tenor's protegee. He arranged an
audition for her at the MetrollOli­tan
and when fbe Directors heard
Rosa they gave her a contract and
stellar roln at twenty-one, This
Rosa, as you have gue!lSed, is the
"Glorious American Rosa"- Rosa
Ponselle. Her career sounds like
a Cinderella story but it is a
familiar one in the world of music.
Fame bestows her laurels on merit
without any regard for social
classes and, in fact, it seems as
if she prefers the one whose life
is not a bed of roses. The list of
singers who have rcached Parnas­sus
through sheer merit i$ an end­le3s
one and it is the glowing torch
of hope to those who aspire to an
operatic career over mountain­high
obstacles. The succe!lSful
artist is a staunch believer in the
old proverh--"He who perseveres
conquera."
In order to justify the under_
taking of singing as a career, one
must have a real vocation to it,
natural talent, energy, courage
and ambition. Artistic singing re­quites
something more than just
a pretty voice. It requires a pcr ­sonality,
culture, effi cient training,
n decided flair for languages and
dramatics, a certain amount of
artistic tempenlmenl and abo\'e
all a robust constitution and a
trust in God. To be a great artist
one must love God snd humanity.
No one can sing in a grand man_
ner, who does not love his fellow
man. Singing rClluires a deep
understanding of human nature,
otherwise, none of the noble
emotions portrayed by song, strike
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Writ you B, A)Y V,J,.;:tin ,? ~
FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH
What a beautiful day it is! The
sun shines its brightest, the ground
is covered with a million scintillat­ing
diamonds, the sky is a vast
blue valut, the air fro sty, we feel
gloriously alive. It is St. Valen­tine's
Day,
Three different St. Valentines
are mentioned in the early martyr­ology
of the Church under the
date of 14 February. One is
described as a priest who was
martyred at Rome about 270; an­other,
as Bishop of Interamnaj
the third suffered martyrdom in
Africa and little is known of him.
The popular customs of the day
are not connected in any way with
St, Valentine. They are a con­tinuance
of the old Roman feast
letters and sending loven' tokens
arose in the Middle Ages in Eng­land
and France as >I result of the
belief that birds began to pair on
this day and that it should be
dedicated to lovers. In Chaucer's
"Parlemcnt of Foules" we read:
"For this was on Seynt Val­entyne's
day
When every fo ul cometh ther
to choose his mate."
In fourteenth and fifteenth
c"ntUry literature we find fre­quent
allusions to t his custom of
sending tokens of affection. To­day
in this busy twentieth century,
t he stores are thronged with
people buying all types of fancy
creations decorated with hearts
and cupids. Florlsts and con­fectione
rs are kept busy, and this
old custom is still kept alive.
Rosemary Schifferli, '32.
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of Pan and Juno which was cele- "/ know a.lllke a"long the hill8
bra led by the pagans in the month So deeply blue that Ime would jain
of }o'ebruary. The fathers, who
tolerated the ancient customs of 'TIVe,.e 1IOthil1g but a bit oj fallen
the people, Chris tiani-.:ed this feast lfkies
and set the date as the 14th of 0 ,. iH'lUQ1() whe,·~ the swnmCj' '1.0011-
February, the day of St. Valen_ day lfpie8
tine. The custom of writing love Itlf fluent aZU1'6 as it idly wills."
Page Seven r Academy News I
The feast day of our principal,
Sister Marcella, was celebrated by
the students January 29 with Mass
and Benediction at 8 :30 o'clock.
Following this, a Senior and Junior
chorus entertained us and redta­tions
were given by Lucille Kunz
and J ane Lestel'. Mary Pauline Lay
made the presentation spee<:h to
Sister Marcella. Father William
P. Ryan, who was a guest at the
entertainment,. s-pok.e. The mid-year examinations a,'c
over, and judging by the light­hearted
expressions on the faces of
students, who hitherto looked har­assed,
they were not too hard. The
Seniors are particularly elated.
Everyone passed Intermediate Al­gebra
and the majority of the class
attained excel.len-t m.a ,·h. TheJ'e was a meeting of the S. S.
C. in Buffalo, Sunday, February 1,
which was attcnded by the follow­ing
girls : Evelyn Skuse, Mary C,
Marks, Jane Lester, Mary TCl'eSIl
Heim, Agnes Ru~ser, Monica
Shaeffer, Mary Bums, Ida Her­man,
Zclda Lyons, and Dolores
Willig.
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The Senior Class is planning a
Valentine party, February 13. The
Senior Thespians will prescnt a
play, "The Knave of Hearts", (or
the student body. This will pre­cede
the party which will take place
after school.
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(Continued from col. 1)
the right chord. The great and
noble emotions of song are born
in the soul. Why is Madame
Schumann_Heink, the bel 0 v e d
singer of the whole world! Be­cause
she sings with her soul.
Singing without a soul ceases to
be art- it becomes just a beauti­ful
noise.
Singing is a great career for
anyone fitted for it, because it
offers fame a nd fortune on a large
scale and that which is perhaps
dearer to the human heart, public
admiration and applause. Remun­eration
is a big item and must also
be considered. Great singers to_
day can command a salary of
t hree figures for a performance in
grand opera, plus box-office value.
The musical profession offers a
wide field of opportunities and it
is never too crowded for a worthy
artist. Real talent will reach the
top of the ladder with time.
If you have an abundance of
natural talent (for no matter how
great a sculptor a man may be,
he cannot model with poor elay),
capacity for good hard work, with
plenty of "ups and downs," are
fond of traveling and excitement,
by all means take a flight, "On
Wings of Song,"
Angela DeMarco, '33.
Page Eight
T HE BREATH OF LIFE
(Continued from page 6)
the present to Peter now s~med
unbearable. He did not dare let
his thought's dwell on the futUre.
Although it seemed unworthy, he
could not help but feel that hi!;
mother was sacrificing his cal'ee~
for her own passionate yeaJ"ning
for her native land. Fortunately,
however. he could sympathi7.e in
~ome degree with his mother when
he compared their two dreams and
rc<:ogni?,ed their fundamental simi­larity:
Hi s-music, the acme of all
his ambitions; hers-Russia, her
beloved home.
Late that afternoon he felt an
overwhelming desire to visit once
more the music shop, where he
found his onee !ource of hope re­moved.
The window was once more
filled with shining wind instru_
ments. Peter, thoroughly ashamed
of them, nevertheless could not stop
the hot tears which rose to his eyes
and rolled ~lowly down his cheeks.
Thl' piano should have been his.
Hadn't he earned the money and
saved it penny by penny? But with
this thought came anothe" which
Peter snatehed at much like a
drowning man hopelessly but eag­erly
clutchl'! at the pl'overbial
straw. Maybe his mother had had
a change of mind and had pur_
chased the piano for him after all.
Entering the store hc was once
more plunged into despair when he
was told upon inquiring, that the
bUYf:r of the piano had been an eld­erly
gentleman.
The return home was one Peter
was never to forget. Bitterness
and resentment filled his soul. No
more thought of hiding his grief
behind a mask of resignation at the
trick played on him by fate. He
had but one thought-he had been
eheatl'd out of getting this piano
but he would get another. he must.
When he entHed the house he
found that his mother had already
preceded him, for he could detect
the faint sweet smell of pastry in
the process of baking. He decided
to avoid his mother by goillg
straight to his room while she was
in the kitchen. But luck was
against him. He was not to have
a moment alone to face his prob­lem.
His mothe"'s cheerful greet­ing
was coolly received by him as
~he came from the kitchen with a
welcoming smile and cheery word~:
"Don't be so gloomy, Peter! Why.
have you forll'otten that today is
your birthday? Just think, sixteen
today, and not even a smile and :;,
kiss for your own mother."
Peter made a brave effort to
cheer up, returned his mother's
caress and (!Vl'n felt a little less
wrt'tched fOI' the moment. How
good she was to him, this mothH
of his; how ungrateful he was,
why it must be a birthday cake
that hI.' smelled baking. Complete­ly
chagl'ined at this point when he
dealt himself this mental reproach,
P cter smiled back at his mother
and said impetuously : I
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hOh, mother, I'm so sorry to
have acierl like this. We'll work
harder than ever, now that I don't
havc to gin· so much time to prac­t
ise. Why, it won't b~ anytime be­fore
we'll have enough money
f,wed to go back to Russia."
Not until this moment did Peter
notice the queer light in his moth-er's
eyes as she gazed intently lit
him. Some hidden joy seemed to
IUl'k there, giving them an expres­sion
he could not fathom, a l'lIdiance
he had ne\'er s~ n before in any­one'~
eyes. But on ~eco nd thought,
Peter dimly recalled having seen
the same expression in the eyes of
" Madonna in a famous painting
he had seen. What could be the
meaning of this joyous sparkle in
the eyes of his mother? His heart
gave a great th"ob and then al_
most stopped beating entirely. Had
his moth~,' after all purchased the
piano 88 a birthday gift? What
was it she was saying to him?
Shl' was repeating it;
"Peter, there is a present for
you in the other room, don't you
understand, deal', for your birth­<
lay?"
Like one in 11 dream, Peter
walked through the opening that
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His mother, who had followed
him, was for the moment entirelv
forgotte n. Intuitively she kne~
that her son wa~ living in a world
apart, one known only to genius.
But his joy could in no measure
exceed hers a$ she listened, II
mother's pride swelling hel' heart
!lS she said within herself:
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"He could offer me no gr(later
thanks. I shall Mt mind waiting
now a few more years for a sight
of my beloved Russia."
Evlllyn Moore, '31-
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Dolor; "What a set of exams!"
Soror; " I'll say. Let's graduate
the faculty! They ought to be
thoroughly educated now, they
know all we know."
J ewele.
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