Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Worth i hting For OOKING down be- low, Hank saw only water. He leveled the -' controls and settled back in the seat of his plane, VVell,H he sighed, one more mission completed and here I lm, still in one piece. Fancy thatll' Hank, who was actually Hank Gray, had now completed seven missions over Germany. How far he was from home now! Yes, here he was flying over places of which he had never heard. It seemed like centuries ago that he had stood on the platform of the small station in Albany, Kansas, embraced his mother and kissed Carol, his girl, good- bye. Hank had had to put on a good performance that day. All the while he was consoling Mom his stomach was turning Hips. He was really scared to deathg and now, thinking about it, he wondered if his smiles had really fooled Mlom. He doubted it. He had hated to leave lhlom alone. Since his fatherys death when he was twelve, he had been the man of the family, and Nlom had come to depend on him. Nlom was really some sport though, and when she realized how much joining up meant to him, she reconciled herself to the fact. just to make him feel free to go, she made a big joke of his going and almost threw him out of the house bodily. Gee, lVIom was swell! Sinking still deeper into thought, Hank began to recall his life before joining the Air Corps. His first vivid recollection was of the building where he had gone to grade school. Never would he forget that building, for it Was there that he really grew up, Think- -Mo1.r.v WH.fXI.EN '45 ing about it caused a grin to spread across his face. Yes, he surely grew up there and with what a jolt, for, when he entered the seventh grade he fell madly in love with his teacher, and how it broke his heart when she resigned to be married. And to think that he had tried to fail so he could remain in her class. Entering high school was really great. Gee, how big held felt walking down those long corridors. And in his senior year that school had been almost too small for his head. Why, wasn't he Hank Gray, star athlete, smart as a whip, and going with the smoothest girl in the school? Yes, that was Hank and besides all of that he had the swellest lklom ever. She was understanding too. He could bring the gang home after a game and if they raided the ice-box, that was fine. After all, that's what the food was there for-to eat. And if he did happen to get banged up in a game, lhlom didn't cry and carry on as some mothers did, and embarrass him half to death. Sheyd sigh and say, '4Well, I guess that's what you must expect when you're raring like an lndianf' Thatys how he liked to picture Nlom now. Going about her business as al- ways. Klaybe bragging now and then about 'fher boyf' or reading part of his letters at Red Cross. Gosh, how glad he was that Klom didn't cry and carry on like some mothers. She was proud of the service flag in her window and she let people know it. Coming suddenly back to the present, Hank looked below him to see the home- made airfield on which he was to land. He nosed downward and doing so a smile brightened his face as he mur- mured, HYes, 'lN'lom, it was a great life and it's really worth fighting for.', 18 THE SCROLL

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been subjected to a new technique of psychological warfare aimed to bury unrest, dissatisfaction and mistrust in all and a fear of the futureg but despite the attempts of psychological warfare to destroy confidence in all established phases of life, the Church still stands out as the agency retaining the confi- dence of the common people. 'fWe must forget the law of retribu- tion and substitute the acceptance of the Divine mandate, 'Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself., H Finale Imagine if you can. hundreds of voices, accompanied by piano and violin. singing impressively, 'Klother Dear, O Pray for ble and finishing with the familiar strains of f'America. and you perhaps can catch in a small degree the spirit of the group that assembled at the final banquet VVednesday night in the Commodore Perry Ballroom. The l505 registered participants in the convention on this last occasion experienced a feel- ing of satisfaction and pride as they re- viewed the accomplishments of the past week, for they had succeeded in secur- ing very definite ideas as to their duty as individuals in relation. not only to the family, but to society in general. They were truly convinced of the im- portance of immediate action to restore the Christian way of living to the world about them. Need for Religion As Bishop Alter declared in his closing talk to the convention: The public policy of any state or nation de- pends in its final analysis on the con- scious or unconscious acceptance of cer- tain fundamental principles of religion. These principles are the Wellspring of public opinion and eventually dictate our social attitudes and our social legis- lationfi HThe structure of human society post- ulates not an individual but a social unit as the fundamental basis of its existence. For this reason the emphasis in our convention has been upon the family as constituting this fundamental social unitfl Deep gratitude is due His Excellency, the llost Reverend Bishop, and the many other inspired leaders who shared their time, their talent, and their knowl- edgeg and congratulations to the hundreds of loyal women who par- ticipated. Thus the Word Hfinisn was Written across the pages of the conventionis pro- gram, but it Was not the end-it was the real beginning-it was a call to action. To go forth and wholeheartedly promote the Social lkiission of the Church. And the Catholic Women of America will not be found Wanting. 1 Ge11er11lSe.s'sio11 in Conzmodorr' Ballroom THE SCROLL

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Hollow Victory OBBIE JEAN, a mem- ber of our precious younger set, was real- ly a slick chick, any- way Herbie thought so. Like nearly all the other true jive hounds, Bobbie simply swooned over Frankie Sinatra's voice, You're a droop if you donyt like Frankie, just everybody does,', she would remind Herbie every time she saw him. You see, Herbie had the misfortune to tell her frankly that he thought Bing Crosbyls crooning was ten times better. He noticed that Bobbie had been rather distant toward him late- ly, but saying something against her dream man put their Haffairu on the rocks. One would never know that they were practically going steady at one time, to see them one lovely spring day after school, when they chanced to meet in Pinkelheimerls Drug Store. VVhen Herbie walked in, there was Bobbie standing at the counter with her nose stuck into a magazine she was reading. There was a soft, dreamy look in her big brown contented eyes. To those who knew Bobbie, it was evident that she was drooling over a picture of The Voice. Poor Herbie made another dreadful mistake. He greeted her and looked over her shoulder at the object of her interest. f'What do you see in that crumb? YVhatys he got that I havenlt got ? Well, she told him. He couldn't have been more crushed if you ran over him with a steam roller. Herbie trudged toward home, bitterly discussing the situation with himself. YVhat a dirty deal he got. Is it his fault that he didnlt look like that skinny runt? Herbie was -ALYCE BAUMGARTNER '45 very easy on the eyes and everybody recognized the fact, except Bobbie Jean. She often thought of how wonderful it would be if his curly hair hung over his forehead and he lost thirty or forty pounds, ,cause Herb was really very sweet, In the meantime Herbie was still brooding. Oh, cruel fate! Why did he have to be six feet two? Why the broad shoulders? Why did he get a butch? He did have curly hai1'. VVorst of all, why IIILLYFIFS? Sinatra hasnyt a muscle in his body. An idea dawned on him. As soon as shool was out he would go away for a few weeks and return a new man-ga broken down one, Summer vacation finally came and he and his best friends, Joe and Hawknose, who promised to supervise the proceed- ings, went to a cottage for a few weeks. VVhile his two chums went swimming and acquired suntans and vibrant health, Herbie was in the cottage drinking grape juice and munching on Rye-Krisp crack- ers, of which he allowed himself only six a day. He couldn't shrink in height but he'd die trying to effect the width contraction. Every day he watched him- self waste away and his hair grow out. Very much satisfied with his efforts, and unrecognizable, Herbie returned home, His poor mother almost fainted when she saw him, but his father, under- standing the situation, assured her that it wouldn't last long. The very first thing he did was to stagger down to Pinkelheimer's to see Bobbie. VVhen he stumbled through the door, he saw her standing just as she had last spring, looking at a picture of the swoon king. The magazine slipped from her fingers on to the floor as she stared open- mouthed at the new Herbie. There he was with that lean hungry look, and, oh joyl curly hair dripping down on his forehead, QTurn to page 46j THE SCROLL 19