Bishop Luers High School - Accolade Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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He snatched a passing cube. It was small and clear. It glowed with brilliance and defiance all its own. The mystic howled with laughter and hurled it into a hollow conic. As it disappeared into the opening, it shrank. In fact, the further it traveled, the smaller it grew, propor- tionally. It could fall forever. The sorcerer looked up in time to see a prickly star spinning directly at him. Another flash erased the pro- jectile from existence. Splattered Stardust dotted the black cloak. Then the ellipsoid slowed, and he knew the time had come. He sighed as the golden doorknob appeared in the distance. Seconds later, his hand was upon it, and he flung open a window of darkness. Weary bones clamber- ed in and the doorknob howled close. A tingle fled down the magician ' s back, and he shook like a dog out of water. He rested wearily on the couch. And closed his eyes. Open again. The old man stared at his black hat and sniffed his jagged nose. A yawn. Very slowly. He rose and smiled. Always did like those dreams. The hunched figure shuffled towards the kitchen, and lightly brushed a bit of Stardust ' from his shoulder. John Andersen I CAN I moved the pieces closer together I conquered another mountain I reached another peak and struggled to attain the next mountain that awaited me The move was mine to make I looked up at the clock and decided that it was time Chaste and sweet, I rocked the boat onetime too often I moved the piece into place and society squealed it writhed jerked its twisted morbid body and made way for woman Dave Bergeron Something In My Eye If beauty is in the eye of the beholder and love is blind, then how can two people see a beautiful love? Paul Bauman Walking through the mipper mist Drowsy, dreary day Then drop degrees and mist it freeze And snowflakes come to play. Wading through new white-washed wind In blinding blizzard storm, Stomping feet, to hope they keep Alive and (wiggly) warm. Quite quick, snows snatch themselves away Their playing time is done, The light it grows, and me, it shows A tingling treat for fun. Now up degrees, and waxing warm To winters white says nay, Now clouds they break, and sun it take Earth ' s crystal cloak away. Squashing through the mipper mud Drowsy, dreary day Shoes unglued, and socks look lewd And home ' s not far away. Jean Knight 19

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Welcome to Luers: 1973-74! Orientation for incoming Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors was held on August 27 and 28. The ideals and goals of the school were presented to the students. Calendars and handbooks were dis- tributed and information was collected for the school records. Books and supplies were purchased and tuition and fees were paid. Fr. Xavier and Bro. Mike handle fees. We begin the school year with the Eucharist. Smile, you ' re on candid camera for i.d. pictures. Guitarists and song leaders practice songs before Mass. 21