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WOULD HAVE PROTESTANTS RE
VIVE BEAUTIFUL PRACTICE.
"Lord "Roberts on his death-bed, in
November, 1914, said: 'Now that we
have the men and the munitions, all
we want is a nation on its knees.'
"Come, come, my Christian critics
•—have we made so little progress,
after all, since the sates of hell were
opened in August, 1911? I had hoped
that in the presence of the great
world tragedy our old narrow, sec
tarian wrangles had gone forever, and
that we were all today yearning for
one great Church and Faith, which
should bring us nearer to God than
we have ever been before.
"Let us take an item from the great
Roman Catholic Church. No, my
Protestant friends, don't 'protest' be
cause it is from that Church. What
does it matter? l^et us revive the
Angelus Bell. Who has not seen the
great picture by the French artist.
Millet, depicting two gleaners in the
lield, with bowed heads, as the even
ing bell from the church in the dis
tance is ringing out its call to prayer?
Let the bells of every church—Catho
lic and Protestant, High Church and
Low Church, Established and Non
conformist—ring out the eventide,
.iust for a minute—and during that
sacred interval let every man uncover
and every woman bow the head—
just for an instant's silent com
munion with God. I vow there would
be no real sin that night and we
should look into each other's eyes
with kindlier and purer gaze.
"The evening bell calls men and
women to God. I sometimes wonder
why a rite so acceptable to Protes­
A MISSIONARY'S NEEDS.
Feast of St. Thomas, Dec. 21,1916.
Dear Rev. Father:
In my recent letter to you which was
published in The Catholic Bulletin of
September 16, I said: "When Jupiter
is propitious, I have just to stay in
my room and I can have a shower bath
free of charge as often as I want. If
I were a decent fellow—you will soon
understand as to why I entertain seri
ous doubts about my decency—I
should have added a Nota Bene. All
that talk was about a compulsory bath
but what about the voluntary bath for
which a strong will and detailed prep
arations are wanted in this quarter of
the globe.
Rain and water as given us by God
is pure and good, like all tilings com
ing from His loving Hands but when
that water filters through the roof and
tiles of my parochial hall, it becomes
sarsaparilla soda. This soda acts like
our Indian laundryman, whose pro
ficiency and pride consists in distrib
uting dirt all over rather than wash
ing it off. My brown self becomes
"browner" still. When it rains, hails
fall from the sky in Europe and scor
pions fall from the room in India—yes,
scorpions, graduates in vaccine ther
apy. These inject a serum that
warms you up to such an extent as to
lead you a devil's dance for at least
twenty-four hours. If any of your kind
readers want to enjoy a brisk and en
ervating bath, one that will remove
every trace of rheumatism from the
very marrow of their bones, they can
have a free ticket for a full term, pro
vided they do not forget to say thanks
after enjoying my hospitality.
When I am on tour to my different
chapels, one of my worst trials is the
want of a bath room. To be without
bath, especially in a hot climate like
India, besides being not over conducive
to good health and perves, makes one
odorous to self and odorem ferens
and odium gerens to others. Self-re
spect and decency prohibit and bar me
from taking a bath in the open during
the day. During the night when pri
vacy may be obtained Dr. Cobra is
waiting in his chambers to give me a
free consultation he can give me a
mud or sand bath that will cure and
settle me till resurrection day. Though
there be no doubt about the therapeu
tic efficiency of such a bath, the nat
ural instinct of man objects to this
drastic system it is too quick and
sure you are given the "vision"—
beatific, if you like to call it—without
acts of faith and hope the method is
not scriptural and I am thoroughly
orthodox.
Thanks, however, to wonderful
America, the land of inventions and
patents—a bath is made possible even
under such adverse circumstances.
One or two advertisements, which 1
read as far as I remember in Catholic
papers, pretend to change, at least
temporarily, a grand parlour into a
bathroom. Now, my parlour, for one, is
already a bed room, dining hall, office
room, study hall, judicial court, etc.,
it may be given the extra honor of be
ing a bath room as well that decora
tion won't burden or smother it. Will
any of your Kind readers take the
honor of doing the honor to a mission
ary's parlor? They may confer "The
Order of the Bath," on Robinson Cab
inet Manufacturing Co., E. Woodruff,
N. 12th St., Toledo (Ohio), for this Col
lapsible Tourist Bath Tub, or The
Allen Mfg. Co., 2060 Allen Bldg.,
Toledo (Ohio), for their Portable
Bath Apparatus. Your readers may,
however, choose a better article if
they know, ot an£ hut the£ must keep
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TESTIMONY
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THOUT.
ITIM.IH
tant theology has been preserved in
Roman Catholic countries and allow
ed to lapse in the lands that followed
Luther."
—Horatio Bottomlew, Editor of"
John Bull".
HEROIC DEVOTION.
In the December issue of The
National Review the Hon. Justice
Sir Robert Younger, Chairman of the
Government Committee on the Treat
ment by the Enemy of British Pris
oners of War, deals with the horrors
of the typhus epidemic in the German
interment camp at Gardelengen dur
ing the Spring and Summer of 1915.
He says, p. 506: "The epidemic was
the occasion of striking examples of
self-sacrificing devotion. There were
ten French Roman Catholic priests
in the camp as prisoners. They lived
together in the guard hut of No. 2
Company. All of them volunteered
to work among the sick, and were
given charge of rooms in the hospital
annexes and of wards in the hospital.
They were most adaptable, teachable
men, and their absolute fearlessness
and unselfish devotion to duty can
not be too highly extolled. Eight
out of the ten contracted the disease
and five died."
The mortality among these devoted
priests was much higher than among
the other prisoners. Over two thou
sand cases of the disease occurred
among the eleven thousand prisoners
and approximately 15% of those
attacked died. Immediately after
the outbreak the German guards left
the enclosure but maintained a cor
don around it and quarantined the
camp.
MISSION FIELDS.
in mind the fact that this missionary
must be able to carry his bath room
on his back. The missionary is pre
eminently a globetrotter! Should one
kind benefactor want me to bless the
gift personally, the invitation plus the
cake may be sent through any ship
ping agents in Madras (India) who
will find this "holy" Priest in his hole
Wishing your readers a good New
Year's Bath that will remove every
dirt of dearth and pain and give one
the odor of sanctity and blessing of
health, I remain,
Yours gratefully in Xto,
JOS. V. D'SOUZA,
M. Apost.
WHY NOT GIVE A TRAVELING
CHAPEL?
A wonderfully useful gift for per
sons who cannot afford to give a sta
tionary chapel in a mission country is
to donate a "traveling chapel."
What is a "traveling chapel?" It is
an outfit containing everything neces
sary for the celebration of Holy Mass
fitted into a suit-case that measures
20 inches long, 13^ wide and 5 y2
deep. The altar stone is fitted in
folding tableboard, which also serves
as the altar table. The surface of
this table provides the necessary
space needed for the principal parts
of the Mass. It is a unique device
and can be used on any kind of a
table or piece of furniture.
A missionary possessing a travel
ing chapel is saved much trouble and
annoyance. It often happens that in
going from one station to another he
may forget some one article without
which it is impossible for him to
celebrate Mass. But with one
these Mass outfits he has everything
he needs and contained in small
space. The cost of an outfit is $100
and the donor has the satisfaction of
knowing that he provides every arti
cle used in the celebration of the Holy
Sacrifice of the Mass.
If several persons wished to com
bine their offerings, no more valuable
use could be made of the money than
this gift, and the benefactors would
surely be often remembered at the
Divine Service.
WHAT THE LEPERS ARE DOING.
We arc accustomed to look upon
lepers as objects of profound pity and
deserving of all our charity. Often
we make sacrifices that may enable
their nurses to ease their sad condi
tion. But we must not think that
these poor creatures are devoid of in
terest in the outer world or that they
are lacking in fine feeling. An exam
pie of their generosity has just been
offered by Fr. Maxime, M. S. H., who
states that during the past year the
Catholic lepers of Molokai, have con
tributed the sum of $686.25 to the So
ciety for the Propagation of the Faith
We know not by what heroic means
they gathered together this goodly
amount, but we feel sure that most
pleasing in the sight of the Christ
Child, is this gift from the despised
ones of whom He was the first Friend
THE WHITE SISTERS EXTENDING
THEIR WORK.
In 1913, eight" Sisters of Our Lady
of Africa established themselves in
Mossi, where they prepared, by study
of the language, for an apostolate
which cannot fail to he fruitful, in
the midst of a feminine population
which the missionaries could reach
only indirectly.
In the meantime, and in the in
terval of the study at two languages,
they gave some domestic instruction
to the women of the little "village of
liberty," St.. Eugene, established in
1901 near the mission. Their work
has not been a failure, since the
Father Superior recently wrote to
Mgr. Lemaltre: "Every year we
lose, on an average, four out of five
children born in our Christian homes.
This year, thanks to the devotedness
and enlightened care of the good Sis
ters, not one of these little ones has
perished. God be praised for this
beautiful and unhoped-for success!"
They also extend this care to some
old women who have taken refuge in
the hospital of the mission.
STILL ANOTHER CHURCH
WANTED.
The chief want of the mission of
Ghogargaon, Nagpur, India, is a
church. The present chapel of the
Maternity of the Blessed Virgin Mary
is merely a private room in the bunga
low. A new church building was
started in 1909, but could not be com
pleted for want of funds.
The silver jubilee of the foundation
of the mission is approaching, and the
Bishop is very anxious to have a
proper place of worship erected for
that celebration. The spiritual re
sults already obtained are very satis
factory, and there is no reason why a
good church would not materially aid
in increasing the converts.
MISSION NOTES.
"The victories o£ the past and the
opportunities of the present consti
tute a sublime challenge to the
Church for the conquest of the strong
holds of paganism," are the words of
Father McQuaide.
Another beautiful example of gener
osity: The parish of Rayne, Louisi
ana, has sent to the Propagation of
the Faith Society the sum of sixty
live dollars. The pastor, Rev. Leo
Schwab, O. S. B., states that the con
gregation of his church numbers only
ninety-nine persons.
A priest in Japan says that the Gov
ernment is trying to impose Shinto
ism on the people, but that even the
Japanese do not believe in it, but
adopt it out of a desire to keep up
appearances. The priest in question
believes that such a sham religion
cannot long prevail, but will give way
before common sense and the smiles
of the outer world.
THE GEISHA.
(Adapted from the Italian by C. F,
McG.)
Human life is like a fan covered on
both sides with enigmatical charac
ters.—Japanese proverb.
"Upon a straw mat, white as the
dripping snow, lay the body of Ku
manura, father of O Fana.
According to the custom of the
country the home of the deceased was
all in disorder doors thrown open,
Japanese screens folded and lying on
the ground musical instruments,
fans, wearing apparel, small sticks of
perfume and objects of wax were scat
tered about in profusion on the floor.
In the midst of this upheaval a Bud
dhist priest added solemnity, standing
in grave and serious pose beside the
deceased, and in a scarcely audible
tone softly singing the hymn of the
dead.
In an outer apartment the youthful
O Fana, squatted on the flood before
the image of her father, poured forth
sweet music on the koto, or lute, to
give rest to the spirit of her parent.
As the mournful strains floated
through the evening twilight, the
daughter of Kumanura followed, on
the wings of imagination, the Kami,
or glorified spirit of her father, that
journeyed on toward the haven of
eternal rest.
A woman of middle age now ap
peared before the screens that formed
the small apartment of O Fana. She
bent down carefully, gently pushed
aside one of the screens, and entered
squatting down before her daughter
O Fana raised her eyes from the pic
ture towards her mother, and unable
to keep back the torrent of tears
that now rushed forth unbidden, wept
bitterly.
"O Fana," exclaimed the woman
"do not weep. The Giri* of Kumanu
*Tiie Giri is a sort of fate which
placed in each individual, moves ltin
irresistibly to do good or ill, and also
to die.
ra commanded him to depart from
this world. Nirvana' awaited him
The Kami of thy father will cause
fortune to smile upon our family he
has scented the flowers that we have
gathered for him, the sacred incense
we have burned in his honor has sur
rounded him with an aura of frag
ranee he has drunk of the crystal
water from the cup of golden wax
and thou hast played the koto before
his image. To-morrow at dawn we
shall complete the funeral rites, and
his soul will rest in peace."
The young girl instead of answer
ing arose, laid aside her lute, brushed
away the tears with the back of her
hand, and stepped forward to touch
with her forehead the small statue of
the goddess Kwannon that adorned
the only wall of the apartment.
The mother watched every move of
her child, and she thought that the
goddess Kwannon, the goddess of
piety,-of beauty, and of the sorrowful
eyes, smiled lovingly upon O Fana.
The sun rises with a golden brilli
ancy on the inland sea of Japan. The
neighboring hills and the mountains
in the distance appear in all their
variegated glories. The lotus flowers
closing their blue white petals sleep
tranquilly on the bosoms of the many
lakes, concealed by the sinuous wind
ings of the mountainous and broken
coast line of. the great bay of
Nagasaki.
To the west stands the city of Naga
saki in the midst of a "frast amphf
theater of verdant hills, crowned by
temples and pagod&s, that reflect the
sun's rays from their roofs of gold
and thus contrast brilliantly with the
'it
THE CATHOLIC BULLETIN, FEBRUARY 24, 191?
dark background ol' the towering
mountains in the rear. On either
hand the surroundings are highly pic
turesque, with a profusion of cedars,
camphire trees and gigantic acacias,
and in the distance nestle tiny vil
lages, that seem like so many kisses
of heaven on the green sward of this
glorious panorama.
In one of the larger suburbs of Na
gasaki dwelt O Fana and her mother.
Kumanura having been one of the
most prominent inhabitants of the
town, his funeral was celebrated witli
the greatest pomp and solemnity.
The body was wrapped in a white
shroud, on which a Buddhist priest
had written some secret characters
that gave the deceased the right to
pass at once through the first and
outer gates of paradise. The remains
were then placed in a casket, cylin
drical in shape, and borne aloft on
the shoulders of chosen pallbearers to
the cemetery of Shimibara. There,
after the funeral rites were perform
ed, the procession dispersed.
The widow of Kumanura and her
daughter returned to their native vil
lage. Before the house burned a fire
made odorous with camphire wood,
which, together with salt sprinkled on
their garments, was to remove the
legal impurity caused by death in
their family.
O Fana took up her lute and con
tinued long to play softly before the
image of her father.
"O Fana," said her mother entering
the little apartment of her daughter,
"thy honored uncle will soon be here,
and will give us a full account of the
affairs of Kumanura."
"Why did not ifty honored uncle re
turn with us?" asked O Fana.
"He remained at the cemetery to
take a list of all those who attended
the funeral. Thou well knowest that
honor is due to all those who did
honor to the Kami of Kumanura."
O Fana answered not a word and
in another instant the mournful tones
of the Japanese lute sent thrills of
delight through the perfumed atmos
phere before the image of Kumanura.
Kiwaci soon arrived at his brother's
house, and sprinkled salt on his gar
ments in the presence of the twro
women. O Fana knelt down before
her uncle, and with her forehead
touched the ground. She then with
her delicately shaped hands removed
his sandals, offered him a cup of tea,
and having lighted his pipe for him,
silently withdrew. Kiwaci remained
alone with the spouse of his late
brother.
"Wife of Kumanura," he began,
"the affairs of your husband are in
a very bad shape. The god of riches
has not smiled, but has frowned upon
him."
The mother of O Fana raised her
eyes toward Kiwaci, and the Jap
anese read in them a sudden terror
and sense of faintness.
Kiwaci continued to smoke in
silence.
"Wife of Kumanura," he continued
after some time, "O Fana is utterly
penniless."
"But the rice fields of Goto?" she
inquired with ever increasing anxiety.
"They have been sold to the honor
able Banhura."
"And the orange plantations along
the blue waters of Fushio?"
"Sold to the honorable Kamiaro,"
came in the same cold tones.
"And what,, O what will ever be
come of my poor O Fana?" cried the
mother in grief-stricken tones.
"Kumanura has left her to my care.
O Fana will play the lute in my hotel
in Nagasaki. O Fana is beautiful as
the flower of the camelia, and her
voice is like that of the uguhisi.f The
koto of O Fana will draw all the trav
elers from the West to the hotel of
Kiwaci."
fUgUhisi is the Japanese nightingale.
The youthful O Fana, in obedience
to the wishes of her mother and her
uncle, accompanied Kiwaci to Naga
saki, and began to play and sing in
the fashionable resort of this beauti
ful city.
O Fana represented in herself the
female type of Japanese in all her
purity. Scarcely sixteen, her person
was lithe and graceful, the feet and
hands delicately petite, raven tresses,
shining and combed back with the
greatest care the oval shaped
countenance, breathing health and
beauty, formed a fit setting for a pair
of dark eyes, brilliant as two stars in
the azure sky above. To the most
winning grace of manner, she united
the tender heart of a child, mani
fested by a smile that perpetually
hung from the ruddy lips. When she
passed through the streets of Naga
saki in gala attire, arrayed in her
kimono of richly embroidered silk,
with a tiny, many colored parasol in
one hand, and her exquisitely wrought
fan in the of her, O Fana was the cen
ter of an admiring throng, and .never
failed to prove an irresistible attrac
tion to every stranger and traveler in
sight.
She had been brought up after the
manner of the Japanese, and had been
taught to be submissive and obedient
to those whom either nature or the
law made her superiors. Almost from
infancy she had been obliged to com
mit to memory the teaching of the
Japanese Kaibara, summed up in the
following words, "A woman must al
ways obey. A girl should be obedient
to her parents and to her brothers
the wife should obey the husband in
all things. Her husband shall be for
her a god, and as a god let her ever
treat him. She must not be jealous,
must know how to weave, knit, sew
and cook she must not drink too
much tea or wine, nor give ear to the
evil tongued."
In conformity to this teaching O
Fana began the life of a Geisha to
entertain the Japanese and European
guests of her uncle in the hotel of
Nagasaki.
O Fana had grown up an innocent
girl in her native village, which was
hidden in the tortuous windings of
the mountains, and had passed her
younger days in the shade of the
rugged pines and other forest trees
that dotted the sides of her mountain
home. At the first break of dawn
she arose with the birds, and hastened
to the roof garden there to enjoy the
balmy air, and watch the ships
an
they plowed their way through the
briny deep towards the shores of
Nagasaki. For her life was replete
with the purest enjoyments, the most
innocent amusements, and all the
hopes that lay smiling before the only
daughter of a highly respected and re
spectable hous^ From the
very
depths of her soul she felt and ap
preciated the sentiment of kinship
with all nature both living as well
as
inanimate. Imbued with the panthe
istic notions of her race and religion
everything in Nature seemed akin to
the vivid imagination of this un
sophisticated child of the land of the
rising sun.
Poor and unfortunate O Fana! She
now found herself far from her
father s home. No more for her did
the shining roofs of the pagodas of
her native town throw far and wide
the brilliant effulgence of the sun's
rays no more the sea of golden
grain spread before her dazzled
vision no more was the evening
twilight pierced by the silver tones of
myriads of crickets that chirped their
evening hymn to nature above all,
the ravishing warblings of the nightin
gale were for her forever silent
None but strangers now appeared
before her stern and pitiless faces
confronted her on every side travel
ers, foreigners, brazen-faced globe
trotters, men and women who looked
upon her as a toy, a plaything, an
object to be laughed at and then for
gotten. From time to time she was
called upon to play and sing befon
a mixed company of strangers, and
to accompany with her sweet and en
trancing strains the winding maze ot"
the Japanese dance executed by her
companions in variously tinted attire
On these occasions she appeared
garbed in the gayest colors, with a
golden sash, and a plentiful and gen
erous application of rouge, that
formed a fitting contrast to the
arched and penciled eyebrows. This
manner of life at first astonished the
youthful O Fana, then disgusted, and
finally left her a prey to tearful days
and sleepless nights. Never, how
ever, did she think of abandoning the
life thus rudely thrust upon her, and
when she was called before the
festive board, she hastened to dry
her tears, and appeared with the
most bewitching smile playing around
the painted lips, while the agony of
death corroded her very heart.
One day a European merchant ar
rived at the inn. He was a German
about thirty years of age, tall, rosy
complexioned, clear eyed, and, unusu
al in one of his race, his hair was
dark, heavy and black as night.
Henry Wendes was tne proprietor
of a large commercial house in Tokio
This house had been founded by his
father twenty years before, and left
to the son after the former had re
tired to end his days in peace and
quiet in his native land.
Every year young Wendes took a
month's vacation, and by degrees had
visited nearly every place of interest
in Japan. In Kioto, the ancient capi
tal of Japan, he had often admired the
splendors of a glorious past, the ma
nificent temples of Buddha and Shin
to, the wonderful works of art in
wood and paper found in the ancient
palaces, the rich and elegant brocaded
work of the present day, and the
handsome statues in bronze repre
senting the gods and goddesses of the
country. In the various cities of the
empire, on the heights of Fuji-san
one of the most famous volcanoes in
the world, and in many other places
he had occasion to admire the beau
ties of nature and of art.
On Wendes' first appearance in the
inn of Kiwaci, two musme, or valets
knelt before him and bowed profound
ly. Being accustomed to the usages
of the country, he allowed them to
remove his shoes, and then followed
them to a small room which they soon
improvised with several screens used
for that purpose.
After he was sufficiently refreshed
from his long journey, they brought
him everything necessary for the time
being a few cushions, a large and am
pie lounging robe, a pouch of tobacco
an ash tray and some fire to light hi
pipe a small table filled with everv
kind of choice morsels and sweet
meats, and lastly the inevitable
tishia, or tea.
Henry witnessed all this perform
ance without a word.
"Doe$ the gentleman desire hi
honored dinner?" finally inquired one
of the servants.
Wendes consulted his watch." "At
what hour do you have your honored
dinner together?" he said.
"During this season of the year
they dine in the inn of Kiwaci short
ly after the sun has passed the
meridian."
"Very well, I shall wait until then
"Does the gentleman desire any mu
sic?"
"No, begone leave me alone."
The two valets retired, and Wendes
found himself alone between the snow
white screens.
From that first Evening the young
man began visiting the sights of the
city.
Nagasaki still preserves the marks
of old Japanese cities, and has not
suffered much from the influence of
European civilization.
Everything bears the Impress of an
tiquity. The houses are small, built
of wood, and one story high. In the
rear of every dwelling is a garden
where a dwarfed vegetation seems to
emulate with great pretensions the
wonderful effects of the bamboo of
the plain, the camphire and other
trees of the forest, and the ferns and
myrtle of the mountain peaks.
The streets of Nagasaki are alive
with the teeming population that
pours forth of an evening to enjoy the
effects of the bracing atmosphere.
The throngs going and coming, the
sounds of many musical instruments,
the clattering of the rikshas, as they
jaunt along the streets, all give evi
dence of a life of public pleasure and
enjoyment.
(To be continued.)ty^
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fully selected, able and experienced. For the most part, educated abroad. Build
ings—Large, sanitary, fire-proof. Single, attractive rooms. Situation—Pleas
ing and healthful. Picturesquely located on a height overlooking the Mississippi
river. Campus—100-acre park. For Bulletin address the
Office of the Dean, 2046 Randolph Street, St. Paul, Minn.
Students may enter the Departmcit' of Hiisic at any time.
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COLLEGE FOR WOMEN
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A Oioruiift'lily 11 full SHMMII. (irniluates admitted to ike
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In pin no or violin.
Telephone Dale 354 SISTERS OF ST. JOSEPH
St. Benedict's College and Academy
SAINT JOSEPH, MINNESOTA
CONDUCTED BY THE SISTERS OF THE ORDER OF ST. BENEDICT
Under the patronage of the Right Rev. Joseph F. Bunch, D. D-, Biihop of St. Cloud
BOARDING SCHOOL FOR GIRLS AND YOUNG LADIES
Affiliated to THE CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICA, Washington. D. C,
Accredited to the STATE UNIVERSITIES of Minnesota and neighboring States
Collegiate, Academic, Commercial, Preparatory and Primary Departments
Speoial Advantages in Musio, Needlework, Art, Expression and Domestlo ScleiiM
& -m- *£.
For particulars, Address: SISTER DIRECTRESS
COLLEGE OF ST.-SCHOLASTICA
DULUTH, MINNESOTA
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A CATHOLIC MILITARY COLLEGE
RANKED AS AN HONOR SCHOOL BY THE WAR DEPARTMENT
Collegiate Commercial Academic Preparatory
Careful Mental, Moral and Religious Training.
Seven Hundred and Fifty Students Prom
Twenty-Four States Last Year
FOR ILLUSTRATED CATALOGUE ADDRESS
Very Rev.H.
ST. AGATHA CONSERVATORY
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Moynihan. D. D. President
OF MUSIC AND ART
26 EAST EXCHANGE ST. COR. CEDAR, ST. PAUL
Piano, Harmony, Violin, Mandolin, Guitar, Zither, Banjo, Vote*, EJocation, Lan«
guage, Painting, Drawing, China Decorating
Pupil* may enter at any time
Call or *end for term* Lesson* given during vacation
Night School-Night School
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