St Josephs Academy - La Lumiere Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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LA L U M I E R E tK- -K tH The Great Book is a world in little, for the life of all humanity throbs in its pages; and the Great Book is at the same time something specific and unique, for it enshrines likewise the reactions to human experience of an individual mind and heart unusually keen and responsive. The classical writer — that is, the writer whose work is recognized as a faithful portrait of human experience, as an object of intrinsic and surpassing beauty and as an original contribution to the philosophy of living—is necessarily endowed in a high degree with the faculty of expression. He probably knows life better than we do and sympathizes with it more keenly; but his distinctive trait is that he is articulate, that he is able to tell what he knows and to record what he feels. He transmits a significant mes- sage “along the slender wires of speech.”—From Religion and the Study of Lit- erature, by Brother Leo. r$Fr 4 Page Twenty-Six

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LA LUMIERE Homely Epirtuals By Rev. Hugh F. Blunt, LL.D. 'giGr T. V I never hear of a divorce without shuddering at the unnecessary tragedy of it. I think of the earnest wooing, the mutual choice of those two out of all the possibilities of the world, the raptures of love, oftentimes the years of confidence, the sinking of one’s self in the other, friendship at its highest—love—and then to end in this ribald smashing of the shrine, the attacks and counter-attacks, the appeal to the courts, the ache for freedom from cursed bonds once deemed so blessed, and the perversion of love to hate. It hardly seems possible that man could invent such a horror as this. Yet all of it is traced back to some little misunderstanding or forgetfulness of each one’s duty to the other, distrust, or, in one word, the consideration of self alone. Impatient QYees Trees grow Nearer to the sky, And so Do you and I. Nearer every day; so we Grow toward God, too, eagerly. But, because we long to grow Faster, faster, it seems slow, Our walk to God. Do trees feel so? Yes, for, hear! They sigh, they sigh Impatiently as you and I. Mary Carolyn Davies. Page Twenty-Seven