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

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26 . CENTRAL CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL ECHO . - - Hen and Walsh, after they had tied some handkerchiefs around the wound, were haul- ing Bob toward the college when they met the priest and doctor in a sleigh with Jim. After the priest and doctor had performed their duties, Bob was taken to the hospital. The bullet was removed that evening, and as Walsh and Dowley and the other three were sitting by his bedside that night, Bob became con- scious and recognized his schoolmates. Within two weeks he was permitted to leave the hos- pital, to the great joy of his companions. VVatch me get that dare-devil who is lead- ing his men up Little Round Top, said Bob to Hen on the morning of July 2, 1863, as the sun came out to witness the triumph of the Union Army. And get him he did. After Lee's men were beaten back from Little Round Top, Bob and Hen went to look at the man that Bob got near the top of the hill. The recognized the unconscious form of lValsh. What! Walsh a rebel? Alas! 'twas so. I feel sorry for him, said Hen, and I think Iill try and find a doctor. Better bring a priest, too, said Bob. In a few minutes Hen returned with the priest and said that the doctor would come when he had tended to the Union wounded. After the priest had given XValsl1 absolu- tion, the dying man opened his eyes for the last time. and as they fixed themselves on the gray lock of hair above Bob's ear, he moaned aloud, Better bring a priest, too!, OU R GRADUATES By R. L. Beuret, '16. II-Charles Girardot. In the diocese of Indianapolis there isa quiet little Benedictine abbey called Saint Meinrad's. Connected with the abbey is a college for ecclesiastical students. We are told that it takes about two days to get to this place from Fort Wayneg but even if this be true, you will not regret the time you spend in going there if you inquire for Mr. Charles Girardot as soon as you arrive at the college. Tell him that you are from Fort Wayne and that you know something about the C. C. H. S. No more is necessary. You have found a friend. From him you will get some idea of what an entertainer is. An hour's 'visit Will seem but a few minutes, but before the hour is up you have seen the best parts of the school, gotten much information on various subjects, and heard no war talk. Indeed, Charlie is too peaceful to talk war, but never- theless he made a perfect fencing master in the Upstart,' while a Senior at our school. We believe that this was the only time he did not look peaceful, but Frank Biemer's paint is to be blamed for that. Yes, we feel proud of Charlie for many reasons. A young man of good sense, much talent, and noble character,.he was the first of our graduates to aspire to the priesthood. He heard the Master's call, and with all the generosity of a noble soul' that sees life at its worth, he determined to accept the invita- tion to the court of the King of kings. As soon as he was graduated in 1913, he obtained Bishop Alerdingfs consent to enter Saint Mein- rad's Seminary. He has,been pursuing his ec- clesiastical studies since, but he never fails to pay a visit to our school during the Christ- mas and summer holidays. He spends his vacations with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Al- phone Girardot, of Superior Street. . We wish you all success, Charlie, and we hope that your example will be followed. by many another of our talented and worthy schoolmates. AUTUMN LEAVES The verdure of the trees and iiowers Has heeded Autumn's call. ' And left the trance of summer sun To revel in the fall. The leaf is sapless on the bough, But boasts its pride of hue- I Full short that pride it now can hold, For glory's days are few. , -A. Schmidt. ' .....-.-.-111.-1 ' l A QUESTION How are the maimed who feel the pain Of Europe's awful bloody stain, Who from their homes were called to strife . By ruler's beck and greedy life? , . p I -eJ. Beuret.

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CENTRAL CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL ECHO 25 river. They stood on the bank day after day, waiting for a jam, until one day an enormous cake caught between two smaller ones, and the jam began to form. But before they were half way-across, the jam broke with a great roar and swirled down upon them in all its power and fury. A large block of ice struck the clumsy boat and smashed it to at.oms. Tin Can was thrown on th-e ice- and the Swede jumped for it. He landed safely but was not slow to realize that his was a perilous posi- tion and that Tin Can must be hurt, for he had seen a little stream of blood flowing down from his temple. He picked up his unconscious pardner and started to cover the intervening .thirty yards to the bank of the river. It is saying very little to remark that this was a perilous journey, hopping from one cake to another, never knowing when they were going to turn ov-er. But at last he reached the shore and dropped to the frozen ground, exhausted by his great effort. ' Three days later, when Harmer was able to sit up, the Swede walked over to him and took up his hand. Tin Can understood that the 'Swede wanted to bring relations to where they were before the quarrel and heartily re- sponded to his wish. We'll go up the river this fall. I heered thar be a strike up thar that makes the others look green. An' say, Swede, but it surely is hell to break 'up a pair of jacks to draw a measly qu-een. 5 --1--- BRING A PRIEST, TOO By Robert Clifford, '17. Hurrah! shouted James Dowley as he hopped from his bed one morning late in the fall. I wonder if Bob and Hen have found it out yet? , Bob and Hen were Jim's great college chums. Bob Fisher w-as a good old scout from Boston and Henry Miller was also an easterner and not hard to get along withj The three were known about the school as the trio, for the word of one was the word of the three. Dowley dressed quickly and hurried off to tell the news to Bob and Hen. He knocked at Bob's door, and before long a sleepy head came sticking out with the question, What's the matter? ' What's the matter? Go and look out the .1 window and you won't ask what's the matter, said Jim. Bob hastened to the window and as he lifted the blind he exclaimed in a rapture: Great! I wonder if Hen has found it out yet?i' I don't know, said Jim, but ,we had better go and wake him up, if he's still sawing wood These words were no sooner out of his mouth, when the door opened and Hen un- ceremoniously bounced in with the gleeful words: Say, old sports, have you seen the snow? Its already six inches deep, and it doesn't look like quitting either. Bully for the snow! Let's fix up the old Hrelocks today, for we want no bum guns in the crowd tomorrow, suggested Jim. As usual the trio agreed and got the old guns ready-two shotguns and a rifle. At six o'clock the next morning a party of six set out for the hunting ground two miles distant. As soon as they got there they di- vided into pairs, Bob taking Jack Walsh. Perry and Patterson and Jim and Hen formed the other divisions. As WVRISI1, who had the rifle, was not used to hunting, Bob gave him a few instructions. All things went well for a while, but the fated hour was at hand. As Walsh and Fisher were walking along, talking about the game they had already shot, a good-sized rabbit ran across their path, about fifty yards ahead of them. Whoop! I must get that one! exclaimed Bob, at the same instant making a dash to where the rabbit crossed the path. I, too! said Jack, also rushing forwardg and while still running he leveled the rifle, and as luck would have it, he stumbled and the rifle went off. A shriek of pain answered the report and Bob fell face to the ground, dyeing the glistening snow with his youthful blood. Great guns! I've killed him! exclaimed Jack, as he got up and ran to his fallen -com- rade. Jim and Hen were on the scene in a few minutes, and as they saw the blood bubbling forth from a wound over Fisher's ear, Hen cried out, Run for the doctor quick, Jim! All right! I'll hurry, said Jim as he started od. Better bring a priest, too, shouted Walsh after him, for its hard to tell whether he will live or not. '

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CENTRAL CATHOL C HIGH SCHOOL ECHO 27 TAKE A JITNEY. ' A Comedy of Facts. CHARACTERS ' Robert Clifford, EX-President of the Bachelor Club. Joseph Brennan, engineer on the Hong Kong Railroad. Buzz Centlivre, heir to a great estate. Clarence Getz, glassblower of Akron. Donald Beck, an advocate of old age pensions. Edwin DeWald, a 'dancing master. Robert Beuret, President of the Fort Wayne Fly-Swatting Club. f'Howdy Beuret, Undertaker for the Club. K6 Gene 'Doyle, Jitney-Bus Driver. 2: Cub Hart, an advocate of woman suffrage. Gene Lennart, a show-me gentleman from Missouri. Bill Blee, a retired basket-ball idol. Jack Brown, owner of Lafayette Place. Fodder Beuret, a bashful gentleman. Time:-Autumn COctober 11, 19139 Place:--Indiana fFort VVayne-Lincoln High- way-Notre Damel. Plot:-None. 1. Scene 1--Calhoun Street-A Buick, a Case and an Overland in motion-all char- acters aboard-Au revoir. Scene 2. Churubusco-outside a depart- ment store. , 1 Scene 3. Churubusco-inside the store- Sunday gloves 10c. A Scene 4. South Bend-Oliver Hotel- Let's be seen. ' Scene 5.-Notre Dame-- Got your S to see the Indians scalped? Scene 6. Walsh Hall-Reuss' room- Put ' him in the bath tub. A Act 2. Scene 1. South Bend-Sample room- y i Let's buy a beer and get a hot lunch. Scene 2. Oliver Hotel- We want to sleep here. Act 3. Scene 1. Notre Dame--Brownson- Sorin game- It costs nothing. Scene 2. South Bend-- Get in, unless you want to walk. ' . Scene 3. Rome City-f Should Old Ac- quaintance Be Forgot ? Scene 4. ? ? ? -Beck, Brennan and i Howdy missing. . Act ilk ' Scene 5. The Cross Road-Forty miles from home-A Buick with two wheels. Scene 6. Fort Wayne at dawn- We Walk and Smoke Cigarettes. Scene 7. After the Battle-All dead .... a. ' broke! Notice-Movies of the above will be shown in all Fort Wayne theatres on April 1, 1916. Ad- mission free, as each character has already contributed 33.19 to cover the cost of produc- tion. SUCH AM I. Exiled from life from heaven above, A mite of humankind Fashioned to God's own image of loveg To see his face designed. NEARING HOME. Now the years are on my shoulders And my hair is silvery gray, For I've met with many boulders As I trod the narrow way. And my eyes are getting dimmer . As the night is drawing nigh, But I still can see the glimmer Of the Melvian Cross on high. --P. F. OUR SCHOOL. l.i.--. 1 - fContfmued ,hom page 171 ' trine. Among the other medal donors before the first graduation were: Dr. E. J. McOscar, Rev. John Cavanaugh, C. S. C., Rev. John Quinlan, Hon. Stephen Fleming. 'The recip- ients were: Joseph Tompkins, Harold Carr, Don Weber, John Wyss. During those early years Bishop Alerding came often to see how his boys were doing, and he never went away without having made us happier. Wherever else you meet him you feel that he is the Bishop, but when you see him in school you only think of him as a kindly father. 1 Dare to be trueg nothing ca.n need a lieg A fault that needs it most, grows two thereby. -The Church Porch.