The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1915-04-07
CHILDREN Of MARY HOLD
REUNION At ST. V|NCENT'S'

ing history in which they might all
be proud in the future. He said he
wanted to congratulate the Children
of Mary, and to thank those from a
distance who had come. as it showed
interest in the work of the Alma Ma
ter.
Father Gillespie told the members
of the order that they had been com
plimented by visiting priests and he
added his words Of praise to those Of
the other priests. He said he was
speaking not only for himself, but in
behalf of the good sisters, as well.
The following number on the pro-
gram was by the Children of Mary
orchestra, and was one which was
much enjoyed. Mrs. Thomas William
Agnew was at the piano, and the 9TH
er members Of the orchestra were;
yiolins-Misses Anna Connolly. G..
Moeller, c. Reidy, L. Rovane.
Mandolins-Mrs. George Seuppel,
Mrs. "A. McAndrew, Mrs. A. Goetz,
Misses Celestine Agnew. M. Moeller,
R. Miller. J. Kennedy, F. Kennedy, G..
Gordon. M. Welsh.
"reminiscences Of Charter Members.
Miss Anna Brerton read 1.-The
"reminiscences Of Charter Mem
ber." This was short bit of verse,
and was met with ripple of applause.
Following her reading, Mrs. Thomas
w. Agnew of this city and Mrs.
George Seuppel of Iowa City, played
a piano duet. Both Mrs. Agnew and
Mrs. Seuppel are favorites of keokuk
music lovers, and their duet last night
was zone of the most pleasing num-
bers on the program.
A chorus of the Children of Mary
then sang "Then You'll Remember
Me-" The members of this chorus
were: Mesdames j. Furlong, Robert
Walker, j. Moeller, G. Dickey, J. w.
Rovane, C. Bryan, e. Moore, E. Fini-
gan. Misses Celestine Dickey, Marie
Hayes, G. Reidy.
Miss Mac EvItrs Poem.
Miss Leonore Dickey read this poem
from Miss Elizabeth Mac Evitt of
Brooklyn. Miss Mac Evitt is promi-
nent in the Iowa New Workers, and
her contribution was received with
applause:
MEMORIES OF ST. vINcENT's ON
he MlS SISIPFI.
Clear before my vision rising,
Is quaint and dear old town,
With convent on the hilltop,
Where the golden sun goes down
Down into the Mississippi.
Like ball of golden light.
It's st. Vincent's! It's st. Vincent's!
cry out with wild delight.
naar CT vinoant,s ana tho SIstors
And the girls Of long ago,
It's memory that I cherish
Though life's sun is sinking low.
This dear convent, and the river.
Where the golden sun goes down,
trees,
And the quaint and good old town.
Now I hear the chapel organ,
With it's music soft and low,
See the cornettes of the Sisters,
White and stately in row,
The tinkling little silver bell, e
Tells us Gcd is surely there,
On st. Vincent's snow white altar,
Listening to each childish prayer.
The silver Of life's moonlight.
Sheds it's soft and radiant light,
On the heads Of my dear comrades,
Through the clouds so soft and
bright.
Dear. dear girls Of old st. Vincent's
Tall and small, the old, the new,
Just, God bless you! and the Sisters,
Is the wish I send to you.
Two musical numbers followed the
reading Of this poem from Miss Mac
Evitt. Mrs. Louis Culkin of Carthage
sang in beautiful fashion "a Per-
feet Day. by Bond. Miss Rose Welsh
followed her on the program, playing
Light Cavalry by Won Suppe.
Miss Della Concannon Of Daven-
port also contributed something or
iginal for the program, and her poem
was received with much applause.
A Reunion Poem.
Miss Alice Moore read the follow
ing original poem entitled "a Re-
union: .
In meeting, greeting old friends true,
Our hearts so back to days gone by,
When youth and virtue reigned su.
preme;
Their memory will never die.
Oh. tell us not the worldly cares,
The sadness to expect.
Let this be one unclouded day
Well ever recollect.
The years to come hold Joy and grief,
We know not what they'll be;
But brightest in our minds will lie
These happy days-fond memory.
Remembering joyous hours spent
here
St. Vincent's peaceful halls
We thank our God for favors shown
Within these sacred walls.
In these dark days of bigotry,
OF crime and saddest woe,
We thank Him for the peace and
faith
OF many years ago.
And in the future we'll recall
Each incident that's past,
With fearful eye but thankful heart;