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Show : oqden : SACRED HEART ACADEMY. (Correspondence Intermountain Catholic.) J Ogden, Feb. C A few weeks ago the teachers and pupils of the Sacred j Heart Academy were placed under j strict quarantine, owing to a case of smallpox breaking out. Miss Elizabeth ! Bonner of Nevada being the sufferer, i Miss Bonner is now fully recovered, j which is1 welcome news to all her friends. During the siege of quarantine the pupils-.1 of the Academy were not only resigned to their fate, but were sc. amused that they were obliged to express ex-press their feelings in academic poetry. It is only fair to the other pupils of the institution to state that the "yellow" poetesses were the graduates of 1900 Misses Kelley, Rose Viekery, Nora Scudder, Lillian LangsiJorf and Raj-Keck Raj-Keck who have well merited the name of the "Jolly Five." It is and always has been characteristic character-istic of the Sacred Heart girls to be cheerful and happy over everything connected with their school life joys and woes alike. The Intermountain readers will appreciate the verses printed below. .The answer is very clever, and sounds 'very much like one of the classj of 1900. Congratulations, girls, on your release from quarantine, quaran-tine, and your escape from smallpox, out there are worse evils than small- pox; for instance poetry. J FAREWELL TO OUR "YALLER j FLAG." j O. te-11 us not the hour has come A hen wo once ir.oro are free to roam, I Whiter we will on land or sea. , 'Neath orchard s shade, on sunny lea; I Don't think we all are wild with joy. For this bright gold has dark alloy, Yta, 'tis to us a fre.c.om's dawn. But alas! it means our flag is gone, t hat dear "yaller ' banner long- taithful I and tree. Oft kissed by the night winds and sprinkled sprin-kled with dew. Today disappeared from its post on the lawn. Where it floated so gaily in happy days gone. No more will it wavo o'er its subjects, so fair. Or whisper to strangers of "Smallpox, Beware!" Its reign is now over, we sigh all forlorn For the Tuesday when first on- the bre-sze it was borne. From the vacant, but now- hallowed spot by the gate. Where once v'twas unfurling both early and hue. Our eye? dimmed with sad tears we turn to the- wall And there we behold the bright placard's downfall. If you are surprised, pause a moment to think How could that dear queen survive e'en a wjr.k? As soon as she saw her Hag lover 'depart She shrilled, "Oh. 1 die with a. crack thro' my heart." j With that old saffron ensign no more as a shield. And Rover unfettered afar in the field. We fear .there will chance from mountain or river A queer little boy with an arrow and quiver. ! Wht n ilag. dog and sign serve no more I as a olock. Those Romeos brave will come in a flock, I And bear us away to regions unknown. ; Oh! banner return to thy unsheltered heme! Tho' wei love thee as over, our standard most dear We would slay the-o to gain just a small souvenir. Not one thing remains, at least nothing fit. To remind us of smallpox, not even a pit. If the "Heard" to our pleadings but lend us deaf ears We must all say adieu with fast-flowing tears. Emotion forbids us our deep love to tell, As we each whisper softly, "Dear Banner, Farewell." SACRED HEART'S YELLOW FLAG. I. O Say, have you seen our emblem of late, ! On an unpolished staff just over the gate? ! 'Tis a gay. yellow flag, sweetly wooing I the breeze, Like that of a foe, far over the seas. 'Tis a flag to be proud of, we hail with delight This symbol of smallpox as gaudy and bright. How long will ye skies of clear, tinted blue Smile down on our banner of deep saffron saf-fron hue? II. If you be a stranger and chance to pass near ! And see our bold ensign float gloriously here. Don't cry with affright. "O why does it wave N-.ath Juliet's tlome anj Rcmeo's brave?" But glance at our building and you will behold Some ebony marks on a background of gold. Those eight sombre letters will soon tell to you Why wo to our banner are loyal and true, j . Ill- j Yet tell us why strollers oft quicken their J pace, , When their eyes greet each placard's calm, smiling face. What are the dread tidings those two words import That bring such queer thrillings to each I anxious, heart? j We read no stern message as on them we gaze. 1 Then why shouCd you strangers stand all I in amaze? ! Those dear fdlded cardboards, with color-in color-in srs rare But wlrsner to us that our flag is still there. IV. Oft from the pleasures of dreamland we K' And admire our dear Hag unfurling below. To see if its tints are more brilliant at noon rr UTlir.l lit H- Vio r-m-o n 1 ,1 ., t t ' .. ! calm moon I On a balcony hig'h like Juliet's old For Fonieos. we sigh with sweetness untold un-told But sirange as it may seem, those be- inps are rare As long as our banner in glory flaunts there. V. We think of the time when its reign will be o'er And straiifi-ers with courage will enter our door Our hearts all grow heavy with' sadness and pain. To. think its worn folds we may ne'er cheer again. When the kind board of health bears it roughly away From the spot where it floated so gallant gal-lant and gay When we and that banner our last claims release , Just a?k the committee to send us a piece. Quarantined Members of Classes 1900 and 1001. THE YALLER. FLAG. (To quarantined members at Sacred Heart Academy, Classes of 1000 and 1U01.). I. O, y-s. wo c:in yf . glow lf On its unpolished staff the flag of your woe, And the last thing when Dav in the arms cf the Nijfhi Braids hrr hair with the West's golden meshes of lirrlit ; We can see it askance in the cold winter air, And rejoico r.ot a bit that the flag is still there. Be the smallpox a bluff, at least it must own. It should kit the red checks of those lassie las-sie alone. II. Nay, not with affright would we mingle our cry. With tho wild mountain winds as thej- madly sweep by; But like Don Quixote on a rollicking steed. And our spear h. M in rest, would we come to your need: And we'd ride, down- the flag as the gallant gal-lant ores do. And spurring full tilt thrust the white sptx-tre ill rough; Nor play Komco to your sick Juliet, O, no, that's not us. at least not just yet. III. You say you'll be glad when the flag is no more, But, my goodness, why chain that big dog to the ctuor? Thosei shutters are steel, and the great iron s Shut out the bright eyes of the sly peering peer-ing stars; But wu 11 pull down the flag if you'll chain ; up the dog. i That never again shall the stranger agog, j sprint a. id. Kangaroo Dy your caseie so tall. And the signal of danger now nailed to your wall. A. t3. C. DESIRING AN INTRODUCTION TO "A. S. C." The "Jolly Five" of the quarantined girls of the Sacred Heart' arc again expressing ex-pressing their joviality in poetry and song. .Happiness seems to reign supreme within the palace o'er which floats the yellow flag: To A. S. V.. who so kindly replied to our "Ynller Flag." We'll truly be glad when the flag is no more; We'll unchain the big dog that growls by our duor. That placard, its letters our lofty dome mars That shut out the poet who honors our bars. Who would pull down the flag if we'd only obey And chain up the dog that keeps watch night and day. The request is so graceful we can but comply-When comply-When it comes from the author of the flag's bold repiy. I We are sighing for an introduction to i this author. j Those wishing arms anil legs dressed, I call at surgical ward of S. 11. A. I flow many times a day does the yellow flag twist around the pole, when the wind travels at ths rate tif smallpox? Bast evening the unrivaled surgeon of , the instutution lovingly applied zinc 1 ointment to the vacvutated ones, ac-com- ' panied by a . pleasant smile which is soothing not only to a bleeding heart, but also to a vaccinated arm. . ; It is a noticoable fact that Messrs. D. : Ragan and J. Kirsel are by far the bravest brav-est men in town, as they are not afraid to enter the long shunned grounds of S. II. A., and even bring the packages which the express dare not -deliver. It is too bad the employees of the l'acilic lOxpress are not as gallant as those in the service of j the Wells Fargo and V. S. mail. Here's three cheers for our saffron flag May it ever be known as a "Yaller Bag." And here's to the paper, the one of the west, The Standard, the Standard, the only and best. ' Then Here's to the "High Five," laughing and gay. , May they always be merry and get out some day. Merry, merry is our day. Merry, merry is the weather. Merry, merry are we all. Five jolly girls together. Although we may be quarantines. You see it does not matter. We'll laugh and cry and dance and sing, And mutrfi a torriMo rvl-ittftT III. Alas.' the Romeos are scarce. And yet we do r.ot sigh. For merrily we skip along. And dream of days gone by. ' Iv- We know we had a piercing gdance, And made a deep impression. But "Pox" will check a rude advance, When now we're in the question. V. "Foxy," "poxy" is our flag. "Poxy." poxy" is the weather, "Poxy," "poxy" are we all. Five "poxy" girls together. - We desire to see the notice of the fatal accident. y. The faculty and students of the S. IT. A. desire to offer their sincere thanks to Mr. Charles Meighan. the postmaster postmas-ter of Ogden, for his thoughtful kindness kind-ness in permitting them to sond out mail during the reign of the "Yaller flag." He afforded the students' parents par-ents more security and pleasure than words can express. Mirg Noel is highly elated over her i success in the "culinary department." j During the quarantine she completed a. thorough course in this most necessary art. and hap in every way made her- I self useful and agreeable. j B. G. Knoth's drug store deserves much credit, especially the owner, for his keen foresight when he employed the brave lad who every day for the past two weeks has boldly rung our toor bell. Many a day our joy would have been dampened if we had failed to behold the gallantly smiling conductors, as thev fearlessly pasad on their empty- cars. . No matter where we wander or what Ve do. The Standard may be sure of a warm place in our hearts for its graceful grace-ful compliments and kindness during our isolation. i, Among the many' smiling faces missed drurir..? the quarantine was that of Father Cushnahan. His hearty laugh and cheerful "How do you do, girU'?" will be doubly appreciated when he greets us again. ) We are grateful to King Smallpox for establishing, at Jeast;on-our side, an everlasting friendship for A. S. C, the author of the answer to our "Yaller Flag." r.- : , . Many thanks to" tne "Romeos" for their candy and (he "Juliets" for their cakes, and to Kolitz and Peebles, the sources of the former. goodies. The Sisters desire ; to express their appreciation for the" sympathv and services offered bj? their many friends through "phone." " We know the present century to be one' of vice,' but patience still survives as in-, the. days of Job .and the happy n ra r- of this virtue are the younff ladies at "Central." whom of late we j rave yi Fevereiy tried, but th.'y have stood the test nobly and we will never cense to praise their forbearance. Xow that our tins; is raised no doubt the board of health will have t.ac cour-ag-e to pay us the long expi-ctt-d visit. ! V.'e justly praise Hi. Moyos for his penercsity in regard to his numerous placards: we have lightened his bur-j bur-j den so that he will cany away i-osrce-; ly more than thf noted staff of the ycl-; ycl-; low banner, for the Ilag, once t .vo yards : ions, now measures hardly two inches, j Dr. Carnahan visited tho academy at Ian unusual hour to vaccinate tho in- : mates when dangrer threatened, for j ; which we are deeply grateful. j ! During sickness and distress at the ; academy Dr. Allen braved the danger, ; and untiringly cared for the young ! , lady patient. . ! i Three cheers for Mr. Kiesel. his j '. sweet cake, white bread and genial smile. He was true to the end, when I I the flag floated and the placard grinned, he never failed to feed the I hungry. ! The rea:t'est laugh of the sea -in ; was enjoyed to diy when, at non h.u ; the door ot the refectory was gently I opened and in stepped Rev. P. M. Cushnahan Cush-nahan and Dr. Carnahan. The former with the same merry twinkle in h;cs eye, and the latter with his old time I smile. Immediately there arose such a hurrah, as was never heard in the academy e'er this. Especially the clapping clap-ping and voices of the "Jolly Five" swelled tre chcrus. The noi?e was only hushed for fear of frightening thr; thrice welcomed news bearers. This visit will he recorded as one of the merriest mer-riest in the history of the Sacred Heart. Three cheers for Father Cushnahan: Three cheers for Dr. Carnah-n! Three cheers for the Standard. |