Aquinas Institute - Arete Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Seniors We are the Seniors, The class of seventeen. We number twenty-five, And are held in high esteem. We entered this school, Just four years ago, And now that we’ve finished. We just dread to go. Our teachers have helped us. With might and with main, And we thank them sincerely. For their kind hearted strain. As Freshmen we came here. Oh, so long ago. With verdant young minds. And faces aglow. Our lessons were hard. But we worked with our might, To succeed in our studies, And do what was right. Then later we entered. The Sophomore class, With a little more knowledge, But not wisdom, alas! We got through it somehow, And Juniors became. Our torch was then lighted, With wisdom’s bright flame. As Seniors most lordly, The rulers of all. We’ve moved onward and onward, With never a fall. We leave this dear school. With tears in our eyes. For we know we have ended, The best days of our lives. — J. Myron Blackwood. 31

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extolling of all, but the above characterizations gives a pretty fair idea of our abilities. Just one more word before this history is brought to a close. Our beloved country, facing an inevitable and dangerous crisis, issued an appeal to all her loving sons. The Class of Nineteen Seventeen responded nobly. Already Harold Clark has joined the colors. Many more will follow. Mili- tary training was taken up with such enthusiasm that it boded ill for any foreign invader. After the term is over, a great many will offer their services in the industrial world to take the places of those who enter the United States service. Thus, after having done their bit in school, the class will venture forth to offer their country all that it has to claim of them. Deus et Patria. — George A. Sturla. Editor’s Note. — M r. Sturla has given the readers a good idea of the accomplishments of the members of the Class of 1917, both individually and collectively, but he has modestly refrained from mention of himself. Perhaps, however, it is unnecessary to enumerate the many times he has rendered invaluable service to the literary activities of the class. We shall let this and other creations of his fertile brain which are contained in this book, speak for their creator. The Editorial Board wishes, however, that it could fittingly express its gratitude to this young man who, as he has said of others, has himself nobly responded to the call of the colors and has joined the Third N. Y. Infantry, which left a few weeks ago for the Federal barracks in Columbus. Ohio. After the War Above the roar of cannon. The battle-clamor shrill — Above men’s groans and curses, A voice cries, “Peace, be still! Enough of blood and slaying. Enough of strife and hate ; The bitter wrong is righted ; Lo ! Peace stands at the gate. 0. Peace! God’s white-robed angel With spotless skirt and feet. How welcome thy returning. Thy gentleness how sweet ; The red sword of the nation Drive hilt-deep in the sod. Now twine thy lilies ' round it, And both shall honor God. — Selected. 30

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