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

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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

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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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T 'T1i'Y 1' ' ' CENTRAL CATHOLIC my uncailled for delay. Won't you, Austin Dear? s ' ' ' This town is getting to be so lonesome with- out you that sometimes I think I shouldn't have consented to your going to college, when you asked meg but it shall all turn out for the better, won't it? There is not much doing in Boston and there won't be for a few months yet. There is no place to' go, and even if there were I shou1dn't think of going without you. Last Sunday night I sat in the palor as if expecting you to call, as was your custom, but I waited in vain. , As I have-an appointment with mother to go'shopping, I shall close, sending my -love. I am, Yours devotedly, GLADYS. e Austin read the letter over several times before putting it-back in the envelopeg and, after musing for several minutes, brushed up and went down to the dining room, where he found a large number of youths already seated. ' That evening Austin threw his Latin, geom- etry, and algebra books on the bed and started to answer the letter which he had received. He wrote on without halting till he was fin- ished, and several minutes later he sealed the letter which read as follows: Lancaster, Vt., - ' NOV. 15, 1915. Gladys Dearest: . Your perfectly loving letter was received this P. M., and Honey, I certainly was glad to hear from you. I surely do pardon your delay in answering, as I fully understand the occu- pation of a live girl in a'burg like Boston. You arelnot the only one that is lonesome for some one. I miss you more than I would three meals a day if I quit eating. Well, I certainly hope my going to college will turn out for the better, for I am sure laboring some. Gladys Dear, I certainly miss the good times I used to have with you, and I can't wait till I get out of this place for the holidays. When I get back to the old home town, I surely will celebrate with a big night at the Suburban Garden, and run the governor's new Cole 8 to Who Tied the Pups? Well, dear one, I shall have to turn to my books as I have much to do. I shall say good- bye. With much sorrow, and sending my love, t HIGH SCHOOL ECHO 19 I remain, Yours eternally, AUSTIN. With a sigh of satisfaction, instead of turn- ing to his books, Austin went to bedg or to use his expression, 'Shit the hay on all fours. Things passed along in the same routine at Saskatoon' College as they always had passed. The football honors were easily taken, the re- sult of the brilliant playing on the part of Austin and Art. The most exciting topic of conversation was Christmas holidays. The next day the boys were to leave for their re- spective homes. Austin was overjoyed, having passed the exams in everything. The afternoon of December 22 found Austin walking through the Union Station of Boston, satchel in hand, and a large smile on his fat face. Christmas day finally came. It was an ideal all around, cold air, with a Christmas, snow sharp north wind and a dull sky. Austin stayed at home for the Christmas dinner. In the ,evening he and Gladys went to a dinner party given by the Rotarians. 'The remainder of the holidays prior to New Year's Eve were uneventful. It was New Year's Eve, when Mr. Stults' chauffeur drove Austin up to Gladys' house. He rang the bell and Gladys' mother answered the door. Come on in, Austin, Gladys will be down in a minute, she said, and ,they both entered the parlor and Austin took a seat near the fireplace. - As Austin was a comparatively good conver- sationalist, the talk was very well kept up. One thing followed another, but the chief topic of conversation was Gladys. Mrs. Dexter put in her best licks: My, Gladys seems to be getting older every day. She does not seem to be the same girl and more. She takes 'everything so serious that we no longer think her to be a young girl but a young lady. Yes, chimed in Austin, I have noticed the change myself. I do think the change is admirable, too. I-Ier growing older has no ill effects on her good looks, she seems to be getting prettier every day. She is also very much more handy in the kitchen than she used to be, and she is learn- ing to cook very quickly. She seems to have some end in view, said Mrs. Dexter with a