Bishop Miege High School - Hart / Miegian Yearbook (Shawnee Mission, KS)

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by Regina Davis LOST BRIDE Where is my lovely Misa-san now? My soul is heavy, and furrowed my brow As I search and search through rubble and heap Somewhere she is buried, buried so deep. . . . I remember well her almond black eyes, And as I remember, 1 seem to die To drown in their endless depths again. My heart, it seems to rend, to rend. . . . 1 have walked a foot, and then a mile But never again will I sec that smile Nor hear that voice again in song Only memories linger on and on. . . . Nor see the blossoms in her hair Nor the yellow kimono she used to wear Nor gaze upon her fragile face Nor behold her beauty and matchless grace. I pray to God that heaven be Her garden of rest for eternity Perhaps I am glad she never will see This ruin that was once called . . . Nagasaki. Janet Schmitz (senior) SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW, SOMETIME SOMEWHERE- There must have been someone, Someone strong. Someone who knew right from wrong. SOMEHOW— There must be a person A person who does not hesitate to command A person who knows what to demand. SOMETIME— There will be a man A man all will respect, A man who will not cease to be a man. A man not of strength, but Of will . . . GOD’S WILL! Jim North (senior) THE FOUR SEASONS She is spring: Fresh as a spring morning. Surprising as a brilliant crocus. She is summer: Sultry and warm Enveloping like the humidity After a thunderstorm. She is fall: Impish as the unpredictable swirling leaves; As beautiful as the multi-colored trees, Glowing in the sun. She is winter: Cold and unfeeling; Freezing and deceiving When the sun in her smile Fades, then vanishes altogether. Pat Vcnneman (senior) A DREAM OF DAWN A gentle blush of crimson joy Enchants a girl; subdues a boy. The magic charms of early light Bewitch the eye; a soul delight. A pure and simple wisp of breeze Lulls stars to sleep but stirs the trees. The rainbow paths of sun-kissed morn Protect the young; and shield the worn. The precious gem—the autumn dawn Sows hope in sinners; when trust is gone. Susan Roche (Freshman) 24

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IT'S A DATE . . . by Mike Fitzgerald MUSIC—Kansas City Philharmonic: In its December 1 ap- pearance the Philharmonic will have as its guest solo- ist the renowned violinist, William Primrose. On De- cember 15 the accent will be on the strings as the orchestra spotlights the talented three-some of Tiber- ius Klausncr, violinist; Norman Hollander, cellist; and Lee Swinson at the harp. Scufcrt Scries: Jaime Larcda, sensational 18-year-old violinist, will appear on December 4. The young Bo- livian was awarded first prize in the Queen Elizabeth of Belgium International competition in May of this year. Town Hall Scries: One of the best known and best loved artists in the world of music, Jose Iturbi, a pian- ist, will be at the Music Hall December 5. THEATRE—Kansas City University Playhouse presents Dick- ens “Christmas Carol” December 8 thru December 12. The casting will be made from public audition. St. Joseph’s High School: The St. Joseph’s Drama Club will do a double casting of Thorton Wilders’ “Our Town” December 13 thru December 14. ds are file crows. DL un Jur tmnUA are like crows. Hey. pick up everything that y fitters, no matter how uncom jortalfe our nests yet with aff that m etJ in them. THOMAS MERTON Senior High in Math Test Future Engineers of America sponsored a mathe- matics contest for high school students. Thirty-four Miege students participated. The highest scores on the test, Jack Barnard, senior, and high scoring Boh and John Koetting, junior and freshman respectively, will be given awards. The scores on the test will he sent to the national office and if any are high enough to qualify, the stu- dents will compete in the national contest later this year. Norman Chaffee Hobby Hobnob By Pat Venneman Architectural Drawing My combined hobby of architectural drawing and designing plus model railroading gives me many hours of pleasure and entertainment as well as many opportunities to develop useful skills. For the past three or four years I have been interested in house plans. I’ve made model homes which I myself de- signed. Right now I am working on a house plan as part of my Industrial Arts Club project. To date I’ve drawn about twenty-five house plans. I think this will help me greatly in my proposed profession architecture. Railroading may sound like something for little children but it is not. In fact, more grownups have model railroading as a hobby than do children. This is the third most popular hobby in the United States. Model railroading is not just buying little engines and cars; a good layout has everything to exact scale- buildings, people, mountains, bridges, etc. I have built quite a number of little buildings for the towns on my layout, some of which are: Will Hammonds General Store, Aunt Polly’s Curio Shop, and Doc Holliday’s Office. Altogether, I have about twenty buildings, water towers, etc. Within a year, I hope to make my first steam en- gine. I already have three trains for my layout. I think this hobby is quite fascinating. John Koetting (Freshman) 23

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APOSTATE No student’s friend is he. He lurks in every corner. His long, thin arms stretch silently Throughout the school’s dark halls. A pupil’s fearful foe; Like a wretched, traitorous spy He goes untouched by the hands Of the enemy though scouting Their every move. He seldom speaks, but, when he does, Beware all those outside the law. He is an apostate: an assist today, A menace tomorrow. A foiler of plots and schemes, He silently passes away the. time Like a bomb Planted stealthily at the vital spot. Yes, many a student wishes that He’d never heard of an intercom! Bill Marx (senior) DEATH Man, your heart is beat, Its thump-en days are over. But your soul is ripe And ready for green-clover. Garrick Rollert (senior) SEASONS ARE GAY Seasons so lovely, Seasons so fair. Winter is coming, Spring beware. In Spring; Days are the showeriest, Fields are the floweriest, Trees are the boweriest. In Summer; Frogs are the hoppiest, Crops are the croppiest, Champagne the poppiest. In Autumn; Voices are the wheeziest, Colds are the sneezicst. Water is the freeziest. In Winter; Sidewalks the slippiest, Noses are the drippiest, Air is the nippiest. Paul Zuttermeister (Freshman) AN INSPIRATION As I was awaiting an inspiration, In order to gain everyone’s admiration, Of the poem I would write; As I pondered drab and dreary poems. Poems in my mind. Suddenly, there came one, Came like the morning dawn, But just as suddenly flew away. I guess as my epithet, They will all feel exactly like that, And write on my headstone: “Here lies a great poet, But he never had his chance to show it. He died one night in desperation, While waiting for his first inspiration. Because he had no intuitive perception. Be he doomed to dark perdition.” And let it go at that. Dark prediction, My damnation? A persistently absent inspiration! Paul Garrison (senior) THE ROBBER The night is a robber, Stealing the day. Silently, softly He hides it away. Will he be caught? Will he be found? Not until another day turns around. But silently he comes Silently he goes. He has a knack. To steal on tip toes. And where he hides no one knows. Marcia Rinkes (senior) THE OLD STORY Over the river, and through the woods To grandmother’s house we flit. There is fun in sight for the folks tonight If grandma will babysit. Mike Fitzgerald (senior) HOMECOMING The Queen is elected, the float is prepared. Evenings spent working, homework’s impain Friday night comes, Whew! at last. A couple of hours, everything’s past. Ken McDonald (senior)