Catholic Central High School - Banner Yearbook (Fort Madison, IA)

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THE HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE IN THE BUSINESS WORLD Turn back the pages of history as far as you desire, you will find men of wondrous intellectual capabilities. You will find a Solomon, the Great, in the days of the Patriarchs, spreading his wisdom over all of his vast Empire. You will find wise men, studying the sciences of the earth and the skies. You will see the young Caesars of pompous Rome distinguished for their mighty power and fearless leardership. You will note the great rulers and emperors of cen- turies ago, whose mere words and thoughts were pearls of wisdom, and you will hear of fiery orators who overawed nations by their magnetic words. Through- out the ages of the past even unto the bright present, you find the entire world searching the very ends of the earth for wider learning and newer discoveries. And down, down through the countless ages, you find men always in quest of knowledge, proving that an education even in those days was considered priceless. The world has made much progress in, the thousands of years of its evolu- tion, and education is now no longer restricted to certain classes. Everyone to- day has the opportunity to get an education. Various courses are offered all students that they might make a prudent choice. Sages and wise men are no longer Ancient History, we have them living among us at the present day in the persons of Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, and numberless other geniuses, and what is still better, we too, have the chance to become wise men. Our High Schools and Colleges give us this great opportunity. Consider the eighth grade graduate out in the world. He is ignorant of the sciences, of com- mercial enterprises, of political proceedings, he is unable to understand the popular questions of his time, in fact, he has just the elementary basis for his lfigher education, a basis which should be just a beginning. Having the iunda- mental foundation, he needs the culture and refinement of his educated fellow- men. He is just a piece of furniture without the polish. His mind is not broad- ened, his mental powers are not developed and he is being left far behind in the tracks of progressing civilization. The world needs you, high-school graduate, she needs you out in the busi- ness world. She needs you as a business man to help run her commercial af- fairs, to keep the wheel of industry going. Or she may need you in other fields, as statesman, or governor, or she may want you for just a staunch patriot up- holding her name. But whatever your call may be, try to make your country bet- ter by your having lived in itl -EVELYN ASHBY, ,29. F IFTY-TWO

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COMMERCIAL SPELLS SUCCESS Characters: Mother and her daughter, Marie. Mother: Marie, dear, you have many advantages in your high school today, and I hope you will use good judgment in choosing your studies. For my part, I prefer that you should take a business course. Marie: Well, mother, I shall never be a business woman. Are you forgetting that we are one of the wealthiest families of the ctiy? Mother: You never can tell what the future has in store for you. Marie: Why if anything, I would become a teacher, artist, writerg anything would be better than working in an office. Mother: Suppose you had failed or had no money to study these arts. Marie: Why discuss it? Such things will never come true. Mother: Perhaps if I tell you my story, you will see it differently. When I went to school we were very proud to say that our high school was one of the best in that district and that it offered a business course. I, being of a wealthy family, thought that I would never have to earn a living and therefore rejected this advantage. My friend, because her parents expected her to help support them in old age, worked hard to get a first-class com- mercial education and won the honors of her class. Sometime afterward she went to work in the office of the President of the City Hospital, where she had been offered a good position and a high sal- ary. After my father's death, mother told me that I would have to work. One night, after a day's walking and searching for work, I was knocked down by an auto. I was taken to the City Hospital and had to remain there for some time. A few weeks later the nurse was taking me about in a wheel- chair when we met my former classmate. I told her of my misfortune and said that she had been wise to choose a business course at school. After my recovery I took a commercial course at night school, at the same time earning small wages. With the aid of my friend I then received a good posi- tion. After I married your father and success came to him, I again enjoyed an easy life. Marie: Well, perhaps the commercial education would be best. But I hope I shall never have the misfortune that you had. Goodbye then, Mother. We'll arrange it. -MARY LOUISE FRIEMEL, '30. -CLAIRE EINSPANJER, '30. FIFTY-ON E

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WITH AN APOLOGY TO SHAKESPEARE To cram or not to cram, that is the question, VVhether it is nobler in the mind to suffer The toils and struggles as are NVisdom's price, Or take up arms against a host of volumes And by sheer laziness ignore them? To work-to strike No moreg and by a strike to say we end The brain-ache and a thousand natural shocks The head is heir to.- Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.-To work,-to strike, To strike,-perchance to flunk-ay, tl1ere's the rub. And in the questions for exams, what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this grinding task, Must give us pauseg there's the respect That makes calamity of so low a mark. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time The last place in the class, a blank diploma's stare, The pangs of wasted time,-for injustice ne'er delays- The cruelty of disclosure and the spurns That quaking merits of the dullard takes When he himself might his quietus make . By one bold stroke? Who would tortures bear To grunt and sweat as his brain he cudgels But that the dread of something at the end, The secret terrors of the questions in whose power It is to flunk, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus failure does made cowards of us all. And thus the native hue of good resolves Ts sicklied o'er with the pale cast of fear. And, enterprises in the classroom's sphere Take phantom shapes and brains in anguish turn away And lose the power of action.-Soft you now! The bell for study-hour.-Study-for an hour! Be all resolves remembered. FIFTY-THREE