The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1899-11-11

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! is heated, lighted and entirely con-
| trolled by electricity. You press but
ton an electric current creates suffi-
cient breeze to fan all dust away from
/ furniture and bric-a-brac. Your home
is beautifully furnished by the corpora
/ ton that owns the flats. In the center
of your dining room floor is an inlaid
! square of rare design, which eXcttes
admiration; around the room are chairs
and costly ornaments, but no table is
visible. When the time for dinner ar
rives you press a tiny silver button
by the door, and hebold! the inlaid
square has disappeared and in it's place
| is the table all set for dinner. You
/ have all you can wish for and no worry
I over bad cooks and stupid maids.
Oh. joy of joys, no more crying ba-
bies. In their electric cradles with
musical attachments, they are gently
rocked to sleep, lulled by sweet music
and your temper and vocal organs are
both spared
A tiny electric light is in the key hole
of the front door, SO your slumbers are
never disturbed by your husband S
frantic endeavor to find that very elus-
i've little place where the key belongs
Submarine vessels show you the won
ders of the deep, and pneumatic rail
roads take you across the country al
|
| There is nothing slow in the twentieth
century Electricity controls every
thing, and speed is the main considera-
ton.
When tired of things on earth, we
take our air ship and soar to realms
above As we are drifting and gazing
at the world below us we hear the
voice of a crier. Let US listen to what
he says:
Step right up ladies and gents,
Into my intellect shop.
Buy, at the slightest expense.
Bargains in culture, Pray. stop!
Come, here's theology canned;
Any religion you choose.
/ keep stock of each brand.
Mention the kind that you use.
Smiths fiction tabets-the best
Put up in sets new and old.
Buy They survive every test
Make your blood run warm or cold.
Pinker's Poetical Plums,
Metrical, sweet. never sour!
Here's to the first one that comes!
Try EN-. they're fresh every hour.
Star brand of history pills,
Safe, chronOlOgically pure.
Decades of dates each nstills.
Try 'em-just One-they are sure.
Listen! This speech I rehearse
BY taking d ponder to fit.
You can talk mild or perverse;
Try my prescription for wit.
Books did you say? Dear me. no.
They are long since out of date,
Come, come. step up; don't be slow!
Bruins supplied while you wait.
OUR ABSENT TEACHERS AND
MEMBERS"
Miss Francis Phillips. class 81. in
speaking on the above beautiful toast,
said:
We are met this evening to celebrate
the first annual banquet of the Alumnae
Association of st. Mary's Academy.
1 have the honor to be one of the
Youngest graduates here, who at
tended school in 1S75-the opening year
where l remained until 1881, the first
six years of the existence of our Alma
Mater.
Under these circumstances, it is
hardly possible to respond fittingly to
the toast. Our Absent Teachers and
Members" Since leaving school, many
years have passed and many changes
taken place with which | am not famil-
lar. and with three minute limit, L
fear cannot do the subject justice.
Some of our members are separated
from us tonight by many. miles; some
who reside in the city have home duties
that prevent their being present; while
a number of our teachers and one of
our graduates have passed to the Great
Beyond
1t is to be regretted that all our class
mates cannot participate with US IN this
feast. We hope that they may join us
at the banquet of 1900. to which we
shall extend them most hearty -
royal welcome.
But we feel assured that the absent
members are with us in thought and
shirt. Their letters express their best
wishes for our success and their desire
to be present. They dwell in memory
dear tonight. The associations of those
happy days gone by" rise uppermOst in
orr thoughts. We are school girls once
again. We recall our little sorrows, our
little joys; we laugh and romp; we
tease and torture; we play the same
old pranks-and the absent ones play
with us. What delight to return to
those good old days-though 1t be IN
retrospection only.
But in recalling the absent ones, there
is much Of sadness mingled with our
10Y. This is particularly so to the class
of 1881. which has suffered the loss Of a
dear companion and loving schoolmate
in the death of Miss Rose Daft. We
miss "Topsy' (as we used to call herr
here tonight
Many of the Sisters who taught US
in former years now reside IN other
tates-wherever duty calls them-de-
voting all the strength of their lives to
the noble work of education. 1t is to
these dear teachers we refer with hearts
filed with deepest gratitude for their
untiring efforts in our behalf
Among them are Mother Superior
Augusta and Sister Raymond, who
came to Utah in 1874. and it was by
their faithful work that st. Mary's was
established; Mother Annunciata. one of
our most earnest teachers Sister Alex