The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-07-03
ST. PETERS, MONT.


One of the most pleasing entertain
ments given in st, Peter valley was
presented last evening by the Indian
girls of st. Peters industrial school,
The program of Monday night was
short and sweet. 1t was unique in
conception and beautiful in expression.
One member of the audience summed
up its worth by saying that it was a
perfect gem in a perfect setting.
The selection of items was delight
full, and so ordered as to work out in
a surprising and pleasing manner, the
impression of a beautiful spring day
from early dawn TO evening.
The program opened with Home.
of Thee" played by the orchestra
Taking up the keynote, young In
dian girl, with gracious salutation, led
the audience through the Mountain
Mountain Gates" Ito taste, for a
time" she said, The sweetness of our
Paradise, where we are separated from
earth by natural barriers, but from
heaven by veil so thin that angels
songs oft blend with ours" Then
quietly, to strains of pretty music, the
Indian maids-God's flowers of the
wild-covered every inch of space be-
fore the audience, and by their render
ing of the "Daffodils" made all feel
what Wadsworth meant when he said:
Il gazed and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had
brought:
For oft when on my couch / lie
In vacant or in pensive mood.
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills.
And dances with the uaffodils"
The full spirit of the spring morning
was on and if one did not see them
one felt the presence of the bees, the
birds, the butterflies-one knew the
blue Sky arched overhead and felt the
sunshine and the balmy breeze
But the rainbow followed; the flowers
bent meath the burden of the dew; for
it was fitting that the human should
link this beaueous earthly creation to
the Divine and Heavenly Creator. 1t
was Henry Cuyler's poem. telling of
the ''old, old, old lady" playing hide
and seek with the Child with the lame
little knee" that touched the human
chord to those vibrations of peace in
pain and joy in sorrow, which, in this
vale of tears are set in motion by the
Heavenly Fathers Forget -Me-Not."
They sang it, the little tots-this sweet
'Forget-Me-N Not"-and then the skies
cleared and again
THE Spring clad all in gladness.
Doth laugh at Winters sadness.
And the Fountain leaped
Into the sunshine
Full Of the light.
Leaping and flashing
From morning till night"
And pain conned the lesson of labor.
set TO music, in the beautiful Spinning
Song. But the children dried up tears
as children always willard frisked
and played; and ate their "Chestnuts"
and swayed their Sugar Dollies" and
played feast of lanterns until the
Sandman and Lullaby strains
hushed the peaceful day to quiet night.
The finale was grand march. in
which the children passed back and
forth until the audience was satisfied
in its desire to see all and each--from
the girl who goes home tomorrow to
meet the struggle of life to the little
one of 8, who shall, for many a year
hence, take part in the annual enter
tainment to which the friends of the
mission look forward with expectant
hope
The Rev. D. j. Dineen then arose and
addressed the Indian girls in few
glowing words of commentator and
thankful appreciation of their work. |
The father told the children that he
voiced his own sentiments onlv. hut |
that he would call the audience to say
how they liked the entertainment |
Turning to the assembly, the reverend |
father said:
1 request that all here present who
are truly pleased with this entertain |
nent will signify by clapping!" The |
applause rose and swelled, and pro- |
onged itself until it had told its story
we'll. Then, after few words of part-
ng advice. good-byes were said. and
ne happy but tired children Mere