Central Catholic High School - Echo Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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17 y The Central Catholic High School Echo Echo verborum nostrorum amicis delectet. VOL. I. NOVEMBER l9I5 NO. 2 TO THE ECHO Yes, all things fade away, but leave behind Some echo, howe'er faint it be, that 'tells Us naught is lost. The tiny flow'ret bells Vibrating to the music of the wind May in the farthest world their echoes find. The fall of each brown leaf in autumn dells An echo sends, that onward swells. Who knows but God has work for it designed? So send we forth this anchor of the life A That breathes and dies within the ancient walls Of our old school. Perhaps in some young heart, ' Where Right and VVrong contend in ceaseless strife, i lts voice, as gentle as the sound when falls The dying leaf, may courage fresh impart. OUR SCHOOL D By Leo N. Webe1'. The curriculum of studies outlined for the school by Father Lafontaine was by no means light. We shall treat of this later. At- pres- ent it will suffice to say that the course embraced twenty-two high school units, and none of these was optional. or elective. Art, science, and religion formed the basic triangle of instruction: art, to vivify the intellectg science, to broaden the understandingg and religion, to guide the heart aright. No branch of study which could train the mind or strengthen the moral force of the boys, who were one day to enter the great world of busi- iness and endeavor to wage the battle of life successfully, honorably and well, was ignored. That the course of instruction was well se- lected subsequent events have proved. The teachers who were placed there as the in- structive and governing spirit of the enterprise need no Words of praise from me. Theirs was a labor of love in the service of God, and their own personalities -were ever subservient to the end in.view. In school and out of school their influence has manifested itself in divers ways, and, not content with being merely the teachers, they have endeared them- selves to the students as comrades and friends, taking an active interest in their sports, ad- vising them in their dificulties and aiding them wherever and whenever possible. During the first year of the Central Catholic High School's extistence the regular classes were taught by Brothers Marcellinusf tSu- periorl, Exupere, Daniel, Bernard. Christian Doctrine was taught by Rev. George Moorman, and philosophy by Rev. W. C. Miller. Brother Nicholas was added to the teaching staff the following year, and Brother Ephrem came one year later. Father McCarthy replaced Father Moorman as Christian Doctrine Instructor, the latter becoming pastor of the Immaculate Con- ception Church, Kendallville. In the summer of 1912 Brother Bernard was made Superior of Sacred Heart College, Vlfisconsin, and his place in Fort Wayne was filled by Brother Gabriel, who was transferred from Cincinnati. Closing exercises were held 'each year about June 20, and very entertaining programs were given. Brother Marcellinus took charge of the recitation work, and, like everything else he undertook, it was done well and naturally. Brother Nicholas had direction of the musical numbers. Among the vocal stars who have added lustre to the school were Joseph Finan and James Hayes. Leon Baker wrung sweet music from the old school pianog and Bill Brennan made the old Corona talk. We would wish to enumerate all those who have honored the school by their work in entertainments but our limited space will not permit. At the end of the first scholastic year a gold medal donated by the Hon. XV. P. Breen was awarded to J. Stephen Vveber for the highest average. Charles Girardot Won the Carl J. Weber gold medal for Christian Doc- fConl'1Inued on page 271

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18 CENTRAL CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL ECHO l MY SOUTHERN TRIP. fBy George Hamilton, '19l It is a very cold morning in February. The snow is falling, and the ice is getting thicker on the ponds. I am on the G. R. 85 I. train. In spite of the cold our car is very comfortable. At Cincin- nati we change cars, boarding the Southern EX- press? on the Queen and Crescent. When we rake up we are in Chattanooga, Tenn. The snow is all gone, but the morning is pretty chilly. We are going to rest to-day and do some sight-seeing. NVe'board an auto-bus called a Rubber-Neck Wagon bound for Lookout Mountain. We keep making circles as we go higher and higher. We cross the Incline Railway. The street cars are pulled up a 72-degree grade. At last we reach the taken around by a guard. At a he gets the people on a rock to When they are about ready to get top and are certain place look around. off he says, We'll get off this rock for there's nothing under it to hold it up. Everybody scram- bles to get off the rock, fearing that it might break oiii., When we return to the city it is nearly time to take the train for Jacksonville, Florida. We enter a restaurant on which is a sign Short Orders. We eat in a hurry and then get on the train. We arrive in Jacksonville. but we do not stay there lcng. as we are anxious to get to Miami. On our way down we stop at Palm Beach for a couple of our destination. The days and then proceed to weather is delightful, and we almost forget that it is winter. We feel sorry when we are told that we must return, but when we arrive at Fort Wayne and see all the faces we know, we cannot help saying, There's no place like home, after all. FUN OR PHYSIC Twice Told Tales. Philoe Did you say window or widow? Sopher- I said widowg but theyire both very much alike. Philo- How so? Sopher- Because when I get near either of them I always look out. Editor- What did you mean when you said that the statement was semi-official? Reporter- lVIrs. Blinks wouldn't talk, so I got the story from her husbandff An Irish priest was rushing to catch the Dublin Express. Turning a corner, he collided with his bishop. The latter was also going to the train and asked the priest to slow down and walk with him, saying that by his watch they had plenty of time. The priest agreed, and 'they arrived at the station in time to see the train move out. Draw- ing out his watch again, the bishop said solemnly: I had great faith in that watch. O Yes, said the priest, but what is faith withouf good works ? , ' Why is a Ford like a balloon? Because you can't tell when it'fs going up. Visitor- Bobby, did your doctor say you had any pronounced illness? Bobby-- Yessum, but I can't pronounce it. C TALES MADE-TO-ORDER 1 Harkenrider to Joe Brennan-Joe, do you know of any joke? Brennan.- No, tell me one. English Teacher to the Juniors- Boys, did you get much home work to do in English last year? Juniors, in Chorus-- No, Brother, we just had duties once a week. A English Teacher- Well, I'm sorry to hear this. If you did so little last year you must make up for it this year. Physics Instructor-Mr. Foohey, do you know what a vacuum is? I Foohey-A vacuum is--is-a-Ah shucks! I've got it in my head, but I can't get it out. - WHEN THE NIGHTS GROW LONG. There's less cheer in the air As the nights grow long, For the cold has vanquished The birds and their song. The flowers are withered, And all's now spent Which kind old Nature To the world had lent. Leo N. Weber.

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7-f i- -- 18 CENTRAL CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL ECHO NOBODY HOME By J. Wilkinson, '16, If there's one thing I do hate, it is college, said Austin Stults. Now listen, Stults, old chap, don't knock on the school. You are here to stay, so make the best of it. Don't mind it if you flunked in Latin and mathematics last month, said Ar- thur King, Austin's room-mate. , The first speaker was a' short, fat, and good natured boy of about eighteen years, with dark hair and still darker eyes. His one fault was laziness, and his lack of desire for study brought him much trouble from his teachers, and gave still more sorrow to his father. His room-mate was n every particular the oppo- site. He was tall, but very well proportionedg had light brown hair, blue eyes, and a light complexion. He was very ambitious, and study was his natural'trait. He was looked upon by all as the smartest in the school and his popu- larity was a source of envy to his fellow students. p --wen, Ari, 1 win eey ihei the eeiieei is o. K. if that pleases you, said Austin. That's the way to talk. Brace up, show 'em you got the right stuff in you. Did you hear the latest, Art? No, what is it? Why, the faculty gave 'Spud' Wheeler per- mission to keep that 'one lunger' of his in town. His father shipped it here, and 'Spud' has already gone to the freight house after it, and I expect him to return any minute. Bully for 'Spud'! was Art's only reply. now! exclaimed Austin, the driveway. And sure the massive 1908 model 'tThere he comes as he looked down enough, there was Auburn slowly approaching the dormitory. The machine was not an object of admiration, but all the same it belonged to the automobile family. When within fifty feet of the dormitory, the engine stopped dead. f'Spud crawled out with the crank in his hand and fitted it into the side .of the machine. After many vigorous turns of the crank, the car moved slowly on, amid great clouds of bluesmoke. Come on, Art! Let's go down and take a slant at the boat, and if it looks safe we will take a 'stroll' in it, was Austin's remark. Fm willing, said Art. 1 Hello, 'Spud,' how's tl1e boy? said Austin as he and Art reached the auto. First rate, thanks , - Let,s'take a spin, joined in Art. I Yes, we will run around a bit and stop at the post office. I expect to get a letter, said Austin was he climbed into the backseat beside Art. , But the one lunger would not budge, and they started to walk to the post office for the letter. I say, Austin, said the inquisitive Art, what's the idea of going to the post office after the letter? Why not let them deliver it. Are you short of cash? If you are I'll- No, no, Art, nothing like that, it won't be from the governor, I got his yesterday, but thanks a.ll the same? interrupted Austin. Well, whom is it from then? i It's from Gladys, . answered Austin blush- ingly. I can't wait till tomorrow for her letter. You know, Art, she means so much to me, and she is my sole consolation, and the only girl l ever really admired. 'LI sympathize with you, Austin, said Art. Thanks, old man. Want to see her picture? Sure thing, 1et's see it. Austin pulled out his Elgin and opened the back of the case and showed his sole consola- tion to his companion. Would you, judging from the picture, said Austin, think that she is nineteen years old, blonde, blue eyes, full of fun and merri- ment? 1 'tWell, that would be my description of her. I admire your taste. ' f'I compliment myself on that score. At last they came to the post office, but Ari dia noi ge in. In' e short time Austin came out, .his fat face graced with a good- natured grin, and it is needless to say he had the much coveted letter safely tucked away in his inside coat pocket. When they got back to their rooms the first thing Austin did was to fix the pillows, in the window seat comfortably and sit down to read. ll it it He tore open the envelope and r-ead: .Boston, Mass., I Nov. 13, 1915. My dearest Austin 1' I received your sweet letteriabout two days ago and I have been so busy that I didn't have time to answer it, and hope you will pardon