Aquinas High School - Trumpet Yearbook (La Crosse, WI)

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X Z Z Z' i4rJq5,e1a ii .!I!E EE All praisz beiiiine U Lord mosl: high This is my Canticle, dear God, this is my all of liie down to its last lovely drop-drinlc, Master, of my love. As if the world would refuse that glistening drop of seraphic beauty, falling as it did from the indescribable heart of Francis. Nature had no better lesson, Nature received no sweeter praise, and never before did Nature succumb so totally, so gladly as then, when Francis played on his organ of Aeolus and sang in strong amorous phrases his canticle to the listening atmospheres. We too could sing a canticle to our school, praising its happy life of social contact and telling it how much we love its walls and its close friendliness. We could open our hearts and tell this brave structure how glad we are that we can feel the discreet pulsations of growing up, here, where there is God, religion, and everything. We could sing in our canticle ol priceless memories and golden gates swung open when we finally wallc down these last steps-through that friendly door and out into a life made easier because of an education at Aquinas.

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QTIOTI lovely in slow death in the autumn of 1937 when Japan drove war horses across the slues down to the hell of battle And shewas gone to please the Man she loved We had a chance to feel a great loss almost relevant to death and we have lelt of the happiness lor good fortune that is not diverse from pain She has passed beyond our sense of reality she has grown to be a part ol the tenderness and the warm heartedness that lights the lagged torch of hope She IS a part of the fantasy ol war s cruelty she IS a part of China its wet fields, its rare dawns its ignorance and its intelligence But to us she is a veil, covering lilce balm the sore muscles of lile, soothing its throbbing temples and turning the tears into smiles. We miss her and missing her we try to realize that she also has ceased to live with us partly lor our betterment. She exists now only for the poor and lor the many who have yet to lcnow her worth. Thus, because she was one of God s be- loved Franciscans' because she loved poverty, obedience and would not be satisfied by Satiating her soul alone car- rying its incomparable culture into hope- less lands for which she had greater hopes that the ordinary man can lcnow- because we can never forget her smile her grace- lul gestures her charm and her eyes that laced you clean and sure as if God had leaned down and blessed them with H's divinely blessed hands' because she gave Sister M. Charitina former supervisor at Aquinas is now a missionary in Wuchang Hupeh China. us too much for us to ever hope to repay- because of her faith in opportunity, in her religion, in her social justice- and be- cause of her bright and happy soul that was clean, and strong and fine and that put a glow in her Face, inspiring those who thirsted lor inspiration- because she like Francis was bright as the sun and favored the Orient for her life s worlc' Because by these things which she gave so freely and lelt no loss in giving them- To Sister Mary Charitina, this Trumpet is dedicated. 'QC' q I E r L i i l I , , .s'A .E - 1 .P 4 E r I I I i j l 1' 'l - L - I - l I 5' , ....i.. -1 , , 1 1 , . i i i l -L 1 I I I 1 1 1 I i I I 1 1 1 1 1 I I 1 i I 1 1 1 I 1

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THE REVEREND JOSEPH F KUNDINGE2 PRINCIPAL OF AQUINAS Pace 9 ' K . A