Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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- i?- ,za A if F ,,. gs, ,, ...T. lil- F Q 1'i ':-in -'1' 15:5 ,g, Lis if-.1-' . wllzgggf' ' , I ' 1 ' Excelsior Down the highway of the Milky Way We go riding . Riding, riding on the star tips. The clouds flit by like white butterfliesg Flowerlets of gossamer opal and pearl Sway back and forth in the musical wind. . . Emerald-like, golden-coned pine trees Swish and swoon as we pass them by for The white mountain tops- Purple mountain tops- White and purple shadows gleam. I dream of the mountains Kissing the sky,' With a sigh I lie On my mossy couch to dream of the moun- tains- The mountains of life I hope-I hope someday To climb the mountains. -KATHLEEN RENSCH '45

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Bringing p ather George, George, where are you? George, you get out from under that sofa. My land, you,d think this recital was like to the guillo- Now get me my red shoes from the bedroom closet. Well, they were there this morning. Now, George, it won't do you any good to hide them. You're going, if I have to wear skis. George, get my jewels out of the safe. You do too know the combination. George, get those jewels. I don,t care. Youyre going if I have to wear strings of macaroni instead of diamonds. I don't care if you don't like them. George, have you seen put them in the scrap drive. I know he took your suspender clasps, but I hid the pins in the red shoes so he wouldn't find them. George, feed the dog! I had so much talking to do on the phone to- day that I didnit get a chance. The poor dear must be starved. George, what are you doing? Canyt you hear the cat? Now let him out. Well, who told you to feed Peps? Let Chrysanthe- mum out. George, do you see a draw- string bag in the dining room? Look and see! You haven't moved from the bottom of the stairs. George! George! Now where is he? Oh, George, how can you be so mean? You arentis dressed yet, and all the time it takes me to dress and you still haven't started. Oh George! George! come out from under that sofa! my bobby pins? Of course Junior didn,t -PATRICIA MCCARTHY '46 The Delirious ,Io of Sneezing S IWISS GWENDOLINE SPITTNER, Centerville High SchooI's English teacher, dressed carefully for her dinner engagement with Professor Nlills, Cjashua Nlills to be exactj she thought to herself, 'iThis must be the night for Professor Nlills to ask mef, Consequently, she concentrated more seriously on her dressing. After a delicious steak dinner at the city's one and only hotel, the couple p1'o- ceeded to the park. The moon had just come out, and the soft summer breezes made the park a perfect setting for a very romantic speech. Nliss Spittner sat breathless with anticipation. Suddenly the Professor leaned forward with a very misty look in his eyes. As his face grew slightly contorted, Xliss Spittner thought he was too overcome with shyness to speak, so she urged him on by saying, Yes, dear Professor Niills. What is it you wish to say to me :W The professor paid no attention, but began fumbling in his pockets for something. Naturally Bliss Spittner thought it was for a ring. 'KOh, how too, too wonderful,', she sighed. 1 As the seconds passed and Professor lNIills could Il0t find what he was looking for, he became very excited and restless. Finally, between gasps, he said, HMiss Spittner, Gwendoline, Iive been trying to find some way all evening in which to ask you-- With this, Kliss Spittner gave a little shriek of excitement and said, Oh, do go on, Professor IXIills, I mean -Iashua, I've been living for this moment for the past ten yearsf' In response the Professor began to shiver and Hshake in his boots. Then came the thunderous a-a-a-chooo! 4'lNIy dear 'Gwend0line, I've been trying to ask you all evening if you have one of those strong, sturdy, ever lush and hard to get KleeneX! --ROSEMARY IXIOBURG '45 20 THE SCROLL

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Christmas Reverie HE DECKS are dim and a small reflection casts a faint light on the starboard side. Thousands of soldiers crowd every available space. Nlike Harpen stands looking at the pier, while more troops trudge up the gangplank. He is quite alone, thinking of lN'Iom, Dad, and yes, Joan. Joan and the folks always were present when happiness was at its peak. Lucky enough to escape wounds, Mike recalls the past weary months spent com- pletely in contrast with the life he planned. Killing and dodging bullets werenlt in books when he was back at St. Peter's High. But that' doesn't alter memories, Mike thought, such as the time fifteen of us were trapped in a fox- hole with no help within reach. We were volunteers to penetrate enemy lines, to determine their strength. I was worried, plenty worriedg in fact, I wrote my last will and testament. It was a letter to Nlom, and a note attached for Joan. It was there that I thought of the wonderful times I had had at home, and what a fool I was not to appreciate it, I still have that letter, and in it I had a talk with God. Some of the fel- lows thought I was crazy, but it Wasn,t long before they joined me. The best part of that trying experience was the fact that I had gone to llass and Com- munion that very morning. The moon was shining bright, and the coming of Christmas struck me hard. I knew then that Nlidnight lVIass at Saint Peter's and the fun of opening gifts after Mass were out. I could almost taste that turkey as bullets woke me from my dream. My watch was over, and it was time to go to sleep. Strange as it may seem, I slept like a child who really tried to stay awake to see Santa Claus and couldn't make it. At this point in his thoughts the un- named troopship pulled away from the -PATRICIA FRITTER '45 pier. Rumor has it that it was headed for more action. lNIike was just another G, I. who gave up his family, sweetheart, and holi- day. It was tough but patriotic, and he was willing to give his all. As he stood there, the dawn was overcast and a light rain began to fall. Submarines lurked in the misty sea ahead. But INIike, like all the other boys, was a seasoned war- rior ready for action. This was why the Chaplain, Father O'Hare, could so proudly remark, That's what makes the American Army great. No matter how tight or light the pinch, a G.I. knows how to confront itf' As time went by the soldiers grew more and more restless. There wasn't much to do on a troopship but to think about home and how they'd love to he home for Christmas. Day by day passed and the Yuletide came closer. There were no wreaths in the windows or gay Santas in the de- partment stores. It was as though an epidemic had broken out on the ship. Every soldier had a particular dream he wanted to fulfill, and to bring the dream closer, he proceeded with an ama- teur show. The grand climax was the traditional carol of carols, Silent Night. It seemed good to hear these fellows singing after so many months of hand to hand combat with Tojo. Suddenly an .alert sounded as planes droned overhead. Drowsy soldiers jumped to their feet and silently prayed that the heavily armed ship could hold its own. Out of the misty darkness, roaring flying fortresses appeared to guide them on their way, Hours slowly passed. Out of the haze on the horizon, buildings sprang up and a band broke out with California, Here I Come. Tears rolled down Mike's smiling face as his Christmas dream be- came a reality. 22 THE SCROLL