Brother Rice High School - Crusader Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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4 l 6,55 . . . the tree is growing yet! I remember, I remember . . . ,'1 We have seen the genesis I ofa lite, 5 X begotten of our own relentless sacrifice. Now we see qv our child snatched away :L from us by unthinking strangers, and we are desperate . . yet - The years roll by us with ruthless M surity, regardless of how still we stand. And we are propelled unmercifully forward, until what has been to us stability and security is a blur of doubt! And what has been known, and cherished and loved . . . , races behind us into the XX greyness of our yesterdays. And we are paralyzed by tear and ignorance, and travel searching for purpose and definition and love in what has been and is no more - lost in myriad memories . . . Now, the lights have gone out. f'N We hold the torch of truth A Q. , Q to the challenge of tomorrow. Qs fb J Q 1.611 4- -.. ' I

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1 .., s 'NiiZ 1 ie, .,-M - success. Finally, we mention what has regularly been one of each year's most colorful events, the annual Mothers' Club stage show. The idea evolved in our second year, when The Original, Original Amateur Hour was presented, with Mrs. Harry E. Egan as chairman. In third year, with professional help engaged, the Club performed in an extravaganza called Carnival Capers, a musical with a Mardi Gras theme. Last year, the International Revue, an international salute to Chicago, was an overwhelming success. And all of these are but a fraction of the work of this wonderful organization. Led in past years by past-presidents, Mrs. Joseph Cronin and Mrs. James Minogue, last year the Club was under the direction of Mrs. John Barton and moderator Brother E. G. Pilon. Anyone who has ever had even the slightest contact with the Mothers' Club comes away with the realization that it has a ferver and fire all its own. The members have given ceaselessly, until giving is a habit, and what must be done, is done without a second thought. ln the microcosm of the Mothers' Club, there is a multitude of memories .... But what must be remembered most of all is that here zealous devotion has been exemplified in the highest degree. Here, loyalty has been personified, and generosity, every facet of generosity, has been perfected. 4 f 2 ,aw , Y A. ,f 9- s Vx n s A ' An extraordinary number of mothers were in attendance at the February, 1960, meeting to celebrate the fourth anniversary of the Club. The mothers, who have already given so much of their time and effort, have even greater plans for the future. We can only echo the sentiment of Br. W. C. Penny in his address to them that evening: God bless you, mothersl Your birthdays are iust beginning. if 3 . v' Y The Mothers' Club officers for 1957-1958: standing - Mrs. F. Daily, recording secretary, Mrs. J. Willey, corresponding secretary, Br. E. G. Pilon, monderator. Seated - Mrs, J. Minogue, vice-president, Mrs, J. Cronin, president, Mrs. E. Schmitz. treasurer. 141 rf'

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-I' , , EQ: I am Youth: exuberant, vital and alive. What do I lack? Experience born of time? The wisdom of age? I am new and filled with life! I am Youth, hear me. Today, the world lingers in an acid void. Today, the world is insecurity. Tomorrow I am master of the world. I am its Savior or Destroyer. Will you hear or heed me? Who speaks? you ask. The Young? I am the new blood, the dreamer, the thinker, the planner, the doer. I am bold, daring, restless, and mighty. The invincible, the unhalting. The world is full of wonder. You have brought forth miracles. I will improve them. I will make them sound. We stand on the threshold of an age of infinity, the blossoming of civilization is yet to come. I will move toward it. I will nurture it. It is rnine. Give me the world. I will love it. I will care for it. Do not be hasty in your criticism, nor presume to question. Do not dare to hesitate. Look to it, mankind! I am the hope of the uni- verse. I am the future of existence. I am all things anew. Never was I so powerful, never so challenged, so finally decisive. Today, mine is existence or destruction, life or death of all that is. Now, I hold the world in my hand. Yesterday was awesome, tomorrow is waiting, Today, I am. I am Catholicity, sound and sacred. Eccelesia Dei. I om the Truth, the Way of life, the inspiration of mankind, I am its guardian. I am its soul. Throughout the universe, I am the voice and hand of God. Since Christ, now and to eternity, I live and flourish. My children are of God and Truth. I am the fulfillment ot promise. I am the promise of fulfillment. Per me ad Deum. I am America. I am strong, young, and beautiful. I am the fruit of genius, the model of perfec- tion, the dream of the centuries, the hope of tomorrow. In me, men find courage and conviction and purpose. The future is mine, And the future is glorious! I am the Catholic youth of America. I am without limit, or restraint. The dream .... The ideal .... Tomorrow is the prologue of man's greatest era. Man's sublime, his supreme moment. Tomorrow is his fulness, his glory. . . Tomorrow is mine! R.J.E.