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

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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)

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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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NCCY Convention Election And Activities Proved Exciting Spectacle for Miegians An attempt by the Kansas delegation to the na- tional C.Y.O. convention to elect Miss Mary Bur- gardt to the office of national secretary fell short of the mark. The Kansans had hitched their star to the “Thomas Quinn for president” bandwagon. When the supporters of Don McDonald for president tied in with Anita Giardullo running for V.P. all was lost. The McDonald ticket won hands down with the of- fices of secretary and treasurer going to Pat Dziat- kiewicz and Ed Garcia respectively. The convention was formally opened on Thurs- day evening, November 12 with a keynote address by Air Force Chaplain William Clasley. A mixer followed the speeches. Friday afternoon was occupied with various panel sessions on subjects of current national interest. That evening the Convention Co- tillion was held. The dance, attended by thousands of Catholic teenagers and young adults, was high- lighted by the appearance of Danny Thomas. The elections were held Saturday afternoon followed by the Gold Ticket Banquet with more than six thou- sand attending to hear Richard Cardinal Cushing, Danny Thomas, and the new national officers. Sunday afternoon more panel sessions were held and the convention was brought officially to a close with a Pontifical Mass and a sermon by Cardinal Cushing. For everyone involved the convention was a never- to-be-forgotten experience. Mike Roach Micgc’s camera caught students as they gathered for the NCCY Convention at the Municipal Auditorium, Kansas City, Missouri. These pictures reveal only a small number, whereas three-fourths of the student body participated in the convention activities. 26