Central Catholic High School - Echo Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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THE ECHO 9 work, the priest called and explained matters to Mrs. Eckle. She could hardly believe him, but hastened to the hospital where she found her daughter still in a critical condition. During this time George had been informed of the accident and was at the bedside. That night Mrs. Eckle could hardly control herself in her husband's presence, but as the doctor thought Ethel would recover, the mother did not tell her husband. After a few days went by, Mr. Eckle could no longer hold his peace concerning Ethel. Have you heard anything from her ? he asked his wife. Now Mrs. Eckle broke down. Tears came to her eyes and she sobbed, Yes, she's-nearly dead. The-doc- tor does-n'n-s know whether-she'll live or not,-and it's all-it's all your fault ! What's this? Nearly dead! Ethel? Ethel nearly dead ? Yes, she's at Hotel Dieu. ' Without saying another word Eckle put on his hat and coat and hurried to the hospital. Is Ethel Eckle here ? he asked the Sister. ' Yes, sir, but no one can see herg she is very low. Can't her father see her? Oh please, let me in. I must see my darling child. At last the Sister consented. Open- ing the door for him, she said: Ethel will not recognize you, but the young man there will be able to explain things to you. George, oh dear George, what has happened? What is the matter, George ? I-I'm afraid Ethel will not see the dawn of Christmas morn. Ethel's going home! -Adolph Schefjfle, '23, The Shears The snows are deep around the house, The shutters bang about, And dozing in an easy chair, I watch the old year out. A French clock-with gilded face- 'Jpon the mantel stands, And drowsily my gaze is fixed 'Jpon its slender hands. Behold they are the famous shears The fates so long have plied To terminate the life of man And all his pomp and pride. The blades with slow. precision meet At twelve and cut the thread Of time, and all the bells announce Another year is dead. -Paul Tierney, 525. Recollections Outside the snow was falling thick, and fast, As joyfully they talked of days now past. They spoke of happy days when they were small, And I could almost hear the school bell's call As vividly the white-haired man brought back The pictures of that simple, lowly shack, Where Master Perry taught each girl and boy To read and write. But now those days of joy Were but an empty dream. Long , years had passed Since they as happy children gathered last Within its walls, and each of them tonight Forgot his age 'mid recollections bright. Q -Joe Kinstle, ,22.

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8 THE ECHO few things in a suitcase and told her mother what had happened, saying that she knew she could make her father change his mind within a few days. The mother was not to let her husband know where Ethel was, un- til she could see that he was really worried. Remember, I'm not joking, Mr. Eckle said as Ethel left the house. Oh, yes you are, was her reply. It was about ten o'clock that night when Ethel returned home. She had not seen anything of George, but had her. taken a girl friend along with She was now alone. The house was her still lit up,. and she could see father sitting near the fire. It was but very cold and snowing heavily, this would not hinder her from car- rying out her plan should she be re- fused entrance. As soon as the father heard footsteps on the porch he arose and went to the door. Is that you, Miss ? he shouted. Yes, father, it is. May I enter ? Well, you'll have to go elsewhere. Let her in, John, demanded the mother. . Never, I'll have no Catholics in my house. Ethel did not wait for the outcome of the argument, but going to the side of the house took her suitcase and started in haste through the blinding December snow to her aunt's house, could nearly a mile distant. Ethel scarcely see her way along. She was crossing a road when of a sudden she was run into and thrown down by an automobile. We've killed her. Hurry out and see what has happened. It's a poor young girl. We must hurry her to the hospital as soon as possible, as she is unconscious and may bee badly hurt. Ethel was placed into the auto and. taken to the hospital. As the Sisters were getting her ready for bed one of them noticed the Catechism in her pocket. She's a Catholic, Sister Adeladeg I must call Father Downs at once. After a short time the priest ar- rived with the Most Blessed Sacra- ment and the Holy Oils. The poor creature is hurt very badly and we cannot bring her to, Father. The doctor is worried about her, and we do not know who she is or where she lives. It is Ethel Eckle! She came to my house this evening with a girl friend of hers for instructions. She is a Catholic, then. No, she is not yet baptized, but bring me some water immediately. Within a few minutes Ethel was a Catholic. Father Downs baptized and anointed her. f Call her parents on. the phone, will you, Father? They will be wor- ried about her. At these words Ethel opened her eyes, but she could not recognize any- one. After some time she opened them again, and this time noticed she was in a strange place. She gazed around blankly. Within an hour she could distinguish those around her. When she recognized Father Downs she exclaimed, Father, what has happened ? , Do not worry, my child, you will be all right soon. Shall I call your father and have him come to you '? No, don't call him, Father,- please--don't. The next morning the doctor again examined his patient and found that she was seriously injured, but still had hopes of her recovery. After it was time for Ethel's father to be at

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10 THE A Strange Disappearance The gang was gathered in the old cleared spot in the woods, talking over the plans for the next year's trip to the lake. It had just turned dark. CWe always held our meetings in the dark, it looked more secret.J. We counted noses. All were present ex- cept Joe Winters. It seemed to me that he waswith us when we started out. Red thought so too. He was with us when we started, exclaimed Red. I'll bet he's reading that yellow covered book he got last week and wouldn't let anyone see the name of it. He's got a spot light and reads by flashes. Is that so ? came the protest from Joe. I've been right behind you all the time. Let's race to the big oak and back. He started running with the gang after him, and turning oi toward the oak, was lost to view. We came to the turn, but Joe was not to be found. We searched the place and called his name, but received no answer. Suddenly a deep groan was heard below the oak, and then a feeble Help! HelpI'9 in Joe's voice com- ing forth from the ground. Then suddenly a yellow covered book, which proved to be How to be a Ventriloquist in Three Lessons, hit Red on his flaming top, as Joe hur- riedly slid down the tree. +W'Zlli0Lm Foohey, ,ZZ Catholic Education Is it really necessary that we main- tain our Catholic schools, high schools, colleges and universities? Without the slightest hesitation, we answer emphatically-Yes. Educa- tion is faulty, nay even injurious, un- less it be thorough, unless it develops ECHO the whole man, his body and soul, with its faculties of intellect and will. In our state and sectarian schools educa- tion is weak because it ignores the training of the will. This, in the Catholic school, holds first place. This world, with its pleasures and enjoyments, is not the destiny of man. He came from God and to God he must return. Is it not of paramount importance, then, that he learn the things necessary to attain his des- tiny? Should he not concern himself particularly with the task of learn- ing his duties to God, to his neighbor and to himself? To impart this knowledge, to imbue the young mind with the true understanding of man's moral obligations, is the primary ob- ject of the Catholic school. The result of irreligious education is manifest in our country and throughout the world. Divorce, race- suicide, crimes of all kinds and grees-these are but the conse- quences that spring from wills which lack sound moral principles. We can adduce no stronger argument in de- fense of our insistence on Catholic education. As Catholics we take pride in our schools and their wonderful achieve- ments. We regard it as our bounden duty to support and maintain them, because they stand for true education. It is hoped that the Catholic people of Fort Wayne will never forget the purpose of their schools, and that not the least among those schools is the Central Catholic High School. -J. E. D. All systems of education must be judged according as they tend to form character or leave it out of ac- count. -Mdndell Creighton.