Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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7 GRY? Friendship -Hofven tate! Fuendfhzp if making friendr the bert you can And being ju.rt to your fEll01L'l7ldll. It! going onward dexpite defeat And fighting Jtaunrhly. but keeping Jweet. ll'.r being rlean and it'J playing fair. It',r laughing lightly at Danze Defpair. lt'5 looking up at the Jtart above, And drinking deeply of life and lozfe. It'.r .rtruggling on with the will to win, But taking a lou with a cheerful grin. It'.r .rharing Jorrow, and work, and mirth, And making better thif good old earth, It'J rerzfing, ftriifing through Jtrain and Jtreu, That'5 keeping friendf through our very beJt. BEVERLY WARNER '45 Summer Rhapsody fParody on The Derert Songj Blue hiflorief and you ana' I And homework piled up to the Jky, The free outdoorr whixpering a lullabyf- Only wall'J around nie. And bookf .rurround ine. Oh give me a week dizfine! No homework would .ruit nie fine. The .l'lH7ll7l?l'vJ' Jun falling It'.f rharrn enthralling Maker nzy heart pine. MARGARET OBERLE '48 Senior Blues My Mother IW ho bringf .runxhine through all feart? IV ho bring.: Jniilex xx to end all tearf? ' -R lWho.fe underrtanding ronquerf fright? Whore lore .rtandx guard throughout the night? My Mother. SUZANNE BARRY It'.r june. and at I glance around The dear, familiar Jcene, Men1'rie.r of there yearf rufh bark, And I begin to dream . . . Freyhinan year wat .ro tonfu.ring,' My trouble.: then, are now anzufing. Sophomore year war loadt of fun: That ix, after we got our honzework done. junior year, and the gloriouy Prom ,' Whom Jhould I take, Dirk? Harry? Torn? But the Senior year way beft of all,- N I think I'll flank and tome hack next fall! MARY LYNNE GIERINGER '45 '4

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All His Life E'D been walking in this pouring rain for hours. What was the matter with him? Didn't he know right from wrong? It seems, by some strange trick of Fate, that our paths are ever destined to cross, he muttered to himself. As far back as I can remem- ber, he's always taken everything I've wanted. Jim silently reviewed past in- stances. jim Blaine and Don Abbot were both tremendously popular in high school. They both played football and basketball very well. Don had a certain charm that was hard to outshineg jim had to admit that. But Jim vowed he would knock Don's block oil if he ever got the chance. Don had always seemed a blus- tering, conceited fool to jim. Don gloried in praise of any kind and all the girls were fascinated by him. Even my own girl, jim thought. Bonnie had been Jim's girl but Don was so charm- ing. After that-she was Don's girl. That wasn't enough-but Don had to be stupid too. If his grades weren't kept up, he didn't play football. Without him, the team was weakened considerably, so jim was elected to tutor him. Don didn't care who he stepped on as long as he got what he wanted. Yet, he was so subtle, it didn't seem like cheating at all. All the elections, all the honors, all of everything went to Don, with jim just .1 little behind. jim was never jealous. It was just that the methods Don used in obtaining these honors were so under- handed. In college the same frustrations had taken place. All their lives were re- peated. jim got the proverbial crumbs from the master's table. Then came the last straw. Jim had been in love with PATRICIA KENNEDY '45 Nora Barton. They were planning to be married when they graduated. Then Don came into Nora's life. They eloped on graduation night, leaving a note with the usual We knew you'd understand. Jim swore he would never have another thing to do with Don Abbot as long as he lived. And now, ten years later, Don had walked into Jim's law office. He was older, but still the same charming Don. He had been accused of bribery. Not too serious a crime, but it would send Don to jail for perhaps live years and ruin his reputation. jim accepted the case with but one thought in mind: he was going to teach Don Abbot a lesson he'd never forget. jim had thought about it all afternoon. This was the chance of a lifetime. To think, all his life he had wanted just such a chance. But why wasn't it so satisfying? Why didn't he take such pleasure in it? What was it that kept running through his mind? -turn the other cheek. No, he wouldn't think about that. But still- Why I must have walked ten miles, jim thought. To his right he noticed St. Agnes' Church. Without realizing it, his weary steps had carried him into the uni- versal refuge of those in distress. As he gazed upon the hgure of the Saviour on the Cross, he started. Suddenly, he thought, Suppose He had tried to take revenge on all those who had crossed His path? As he stood on the steps of the church, he looked up. The rain had ceased and the sky was clear. So was his mind. He had to hurry. He had work to do. He had to plan a case no pros-- ecuting attorney would ever beat. THE SCROLL 17

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n Hue Rose of Calvary ll hile drop.f of Prerioux Blood Fell in mercy on HiJ foes, Clo.re by her dying Son Knelt Calzt'ary'J lovely Rore. Her Mother'J heart wax pierred By a thorn. af Jharp and deep AJ earh nail in Hi! Sarred Hand W'hirh famed her foul to weep. And ay the gazed upon her Son On Calzfary'I bloody hill She bowed in refignation to Her hearenly Fatherfr Wfill. For well the knew He'd die Thar- all might fnd the way Into Hit torn and bleeding Heart For an eternal day. VIRGINIA KAUFMAN '46 X V7 ti' MEI, A Mother's Prayer Do you think I'll e'er forget Your eye: .fo Iolenzn blue? No. dear boy, I'll not forget- My life ix all for you. Are you afraid, O .fleeping babe You'll someday lore my love? No, dear one. you're my ezfery prayer To the tender God above. IW hen you are grown and leave my rare Coulkl I then forget? No. little Jon. it Jhall not be- Wfill you. my boy, forget? Sleep on and on, my little one. Hold tight to every toy,- And I Jhall stay and wdtrh you, dear, My ehild-my infant boy! GERRY ZELLERS '45 Study in Contrasts I like to ge! hungry: my food taxter much better It'5 nice to be thirfty: the water is welter My bed ix much .rofter when I'm dead on my feet IV hen I'm freezing with cold, there if nothing like heat. It'.I more fun to rext when I'1fe uorked a few hour! The Jun .veemx much brighter, after dark eloudf and Jhowerx I like to walk milef. then ride long in a ear I lozfe to do homework-wait. thi: if going too far! PATRICIA CARSTENSEN '45 D Q olI',6Clf1fiZL.faN