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

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SpiAi Of cc Cho.sen by their classmates to lead them in an active participation of spiritual, cultural, and athletic op- poitunities at C ' C are, left to risht, Bruce Koxberger, vice president; Laura Kierbaum. treasurer: luUe Buchlie ' t, secretary; and Jim Hoot, president. Mike Adams Mark AfTolder Sandy Alberding Gregory Alberts Rita Alter Frances Ammerman Cynthia Anderson Michael Anderson George Andria Beverly Angel Susan Avila Dale Baeten John Baker Ned Balser Marita Barile Ruth Bartle Gary Bauer Mary Ann Beckman Patty Bendele Joe BerghofT Jeanne Bergman 21

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SHAMROCK September 10, 1963 C c) cU it eraru P ' ciue c s A Peek At Nature What A Day By Laura Pleckenstein 66 I saw the fluffy ivory clouds meander by as I dozed on top of a high grassy hill. Down below I saw tlie swirling stream rush past in a roar like that of a hot-rod. The road twisted and wound its way among the giant pine trees as they reached higher and higher trjdng to gather in all the available sunlight. Squirrels scurried to and fro playing hide-and-seek. Robins fluttered around, busily gathering building materials for nests in which to raise their families. In the air was the fragrance of new spring flowers and grass. Everything was fresh and clean. On the playground across the stream, children were laughing with glee as they rushed back for another try at the slide, or flew into the clouds on the swings, or bumped to the ground on the teeter-totter. All these little miracles of God-given life are what I saw as I dozed with nature. By Teresa Sauter fi The first fears of Greenies are always the same and are always summed up under one name JAMBOREE. We poor Greenies get stepped on, picked on, written on, scribbled on, tied to, taken from, taken to, and sat upon. Next comes school and all its scares, a thousand kids on all the stairs. An upperclassman sending you to 404 instead of 202. But we never feai-, we never fight, we just grumble when they ' re in sight. We take their orders, ' vt take their sass. Just wait till we get a Freshman Class!! The Cross By Laurie Bierbaum ' 67 The cross that they had laid. Upon His shoulders drew much pain. Yet through the streets, up and down. He carried that burden through Jei ' usalem town. Each day there are r.iany crosses for us to bear. And we can do this with God ' s care, With His help and His Icve, We will reach our home above. By Carol Kiep ' 67 While doing dishes, I broke a plate; Tonight, again, I ' m home quite late. Facing Mother is something I dread; I would have been better off stajdng in bed. I don ' t have my room cleaned, And Mom ' s getting mad. The front door opens. Oh no! Here comes Dad. Busy Silence By Judy Hoffman ' 66 In this magnificent world of ours every- thing was so serene, yet so busy. The dew on the grass glistened in the sun as a carpet studded with diamonds. The grass quivered in the cool, refreshing breeze as though it were trembling under the awesome majesty of the above. Beyond, the trees stood like dark senti- nels in the distance. The evening chatter- ings sounded as though the small creatures were chanting a song to their heavenly Creator, the God above. In the distance an enormous old house stood on a hill in a set- ting of stately elms. Occasionally the faint sound of a passing car could be heard. A rainbow of colors lined the sky in pastel-shaded strips of rib- bon. The sun, creeping through the trees could barely be seen fighting for a place in the nocturnal mist. Yes, everything was so se- rene, yet so busy. Book Review By Cindy Loraine ' 64 THE AGONY AND THE ECSTASY By Irving Stone. 755 pages. New . ' imeri-cin Inc. Library of World Languages Irving Stone certainly didn ' t shirk his duty when he wrote this book. He jour- neyed to Italy where he studied facts and figures and also took up sculpturing. The story of Michelangelo, it tells of the fortunes and strife of an artist. It clearly explains the relationship of church and state and tells of the lives of the hierarchy of the Catholic Church. It follows Michelangelo from the time he is 12 years old until his death at 80. The ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, the wall de- picting the Last Judgment, the architecture of Saint Peter ' s, and tombs of some of the Popes are painted and sculptured right be- fore your eyes. Your heart will go out to this man who had the power to give marble a soul and make it come alive. Preview Of Heaven By Kathy Weiss ' 66 I am walking — walking along uncon- scious of others around me. I hear the honking of geese and hear them calling to each other as they wing their way across the park. I look across the lake and see trees mir- rored in it — trees in their magnificent majesty. On the lake are swans, full grown and young. I walk across the grass which is soft with the morning dew. I smell roasting hot dogs intermingled with the odor of the fertile earth and blos- soming bushes. I sit down by the edge of the stream and gaze at the water as it ripples across rocks. This panorama is taking place before my very eyes. I, a mere being, am being given a preview of heaven. I feel someone touch me and I come out of my thoughts and join the mad world, grateful for hav- ing taken a few minutes to live. Cofching Fish By Ann Maher ' 66 Catching fish is not an easy task. You mil need the right kind of equipment and an endless supply of patience. First, you must have a fishing license because most lakes are checked periodically by game wardens; you would be better off to pay $1 or $2 for a license than to pay a $50 fine for not having one. Aside from this, you will need a boat, an oarsman, a pole, bait, and a container for the fish. After everything is assembled and placed in the boat, the oarsman may then proceed to row to the spot where you have spotted some big ones jump. When the anchor is dropped and securely fastened in place, have your oarsman bait your hook. Next comes the trying part. After you have thrown your line into the water as far away as possible, you sit and wait, and wait, and wait. Should your bob- ber start to jiggle up and dowm, don ' t pull your line in right away. If there is a hungry fish on the end of the line, he will soon tire of playing with the bait, he will run with it, forcing the bobber to go under. Now, yank the line out of the water and the fish into the boat. Disengage the fish from the hook and carefully place it in the container. If, by now, you have discovered a liking for fishing, you will probably repeat this process many times. However, if fishing doesn ' t appeal to you, there is always the fresh-fish market down the street. 20

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