Cheverus High School - Clarion Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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V ' V f.: F9 CHEVERUS CLASSICAL HIGH SCHOOL 23 purple Sage SO THIS IS LIFE The rising sun is heralded with a clash and bang of Big and Little Bensf' A sleepy world is aroused to life. just another step nearer the grave. Through the cacophony of sounds come the phrases, Hurry, John, you will be late for work! Oh, Mary, will you get up today? Seven o'clock, Freddy, you will be late for school l Yes, ma, getting right up. Seven- thirty, Freddy, are you up ? Yes, ma. Eight o'clock, a cup of coffee and a doughnut, and Freddy is late for school. Latin constructions, Greek verbs, French idioms, complicated theorems, and weary Freddy goes home to find that Tommy has eaten all the apple pie. Result: the landlord sends in his bill for damages. A cold dinner and a pile of wood in the cellar, and Freddy is ready for supper. After supper, sister's boy-friend comes over and proceeds to occupy the parlor and radio. Pa and Ma go visiting, taking Tommy with them. Freddy, being an ardent circus fan, with no one to light with, and nothi.ng else to do, tries a juggling trick with the best cups and saucers. Tommy and the fond parents come home, Freddy goes to bed a smarter and smarting boy. Some Paddy Last comes straggling in, and, as the echo of a slamming door fades away, a tired world settles down to rest under the dark canopy of midnight. LEO F. FOLEY, '28. WEAK DAYS I'm blue every Monday, Thinking over Sunday, That one day when I'm with you. It seems thatil sigh all day Monday, I cry all day Tuesday, Oh, gee! How I long for you! But then comes Thursday, Gee, it's long, it never goes byg Friday makes me feel like I'1n gonna die. And then comes pay day, that's my fun day, I shine all day Sunday-that one day when I'm with you!

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x 22 THE CLARION So you see, Kingston solved one mystery, gained another, and retained its old mystery anda budded romance. For where would Kingston be with- out a mystery and a romance! JOHN 1. FOLEY, '2'7. MY FRIEND Long past, but not forgotten, are the days, When you and I did often walk along The dusty road that leads along the brook, And oft did stop to hear the robins sing. The time came for the parting of the waysg You left-the truest friend I ever had! I hoped that in some future time we'd meet And tell of tales, the happy and the sad. The years have rolled along their weary course, And leave me, in the end, no progress Wong For I have little to console me now, With failure as an end to tasks begun. And, as a failure, I am coming back To you, with naught but sorrow in my heartg But you'll protect me from this awful foe, And never from your care will let me part. For you have been a friend in all these years, A friend to whom I trust my precious lifeg A friend who greets his troubles with a smile, lwll'1lll'i And one who guides his friend in worldly strife. T. JOSEPH Gr-LARY, '27. l ll l l , li l ly il l '1 1 , Y W i . ' ,i i 14, 3 . , 1. llll l l lli H lllll'.i,i i' W i i ul i l ill l f ll' 'l '. in ' I il 1 ll l ' m t l,,,:,, ,,,lll,l,,,,l.'1, i:,, ii'i , ll limi ll ' i ll l ll ii . , , ll ,. llll

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1 I 'Y I J A A -ii L4 24 THE CLARION Vffords too foolish to be spoken might be a good definition of the popular song of today. The recent appearance of the above melody and words por- trays the feeling of a young lover during each day of the week, causing, as it does, a new interest in the names of the days of the week. To my mind comes the thought--did the composer, the producer, or more than a few of the singers of the song know the origin of the names? In one or two instances the author expresses the sentiment for which the days were so named, with a slight stretch of the imagination I can suit the words of the song and its historical interpretation! With two exceptions, Sunday and Monday, the names of the days are derived from appellations of Teutonic gods and goddesses who, before the Christianization of the worshippers, were held in reverence by the inhabitants of that part of Europe now called Germany and also by the people of Scandinavia. Monday is the day upon which the moon was worshipped, and we find that our amorous young man of the ditty broods over the thoughts of yester- day, upon the day of the moon which is supposed to bring back memories, and excite new thoughts of romance. The wail of the lover that, on Tuesday he sighs all day long, makes one think of poor Tyr, who, while all other Asi fgodsj joyfully celebrated the binding of Fenris, stood off and sighed at his great sacrifice, the loss of his hand, which he alone had had the courage to undergo, when the giant-wolf had refused to be bound unlesssomeone held his hand in the wolf's mouth as a pledge that the shackles would be removed. K Wcrclen was the leader among the gods. lf, instead of crying, our lover had used a little cunning and wisdom for which Woden was noted, he would have arranged a way of meeting his sweetheart on Vlfednesday evening. Thursday is the day of Thor, the god of thunder and lightning, the doer of great deeds, and the possessor of three precious things: the hammer that always returns to the thrower, the iron gloves with which to yield his hammer efficiently and the belt of strength which, every time donned, doubles the wearer's strength. To our loving friend the day might be shortened by a lit- tle gift and its contemplation. As the fond young man feels that he is going to die on Friday he might do well to know Frya, for whom the day is named, who brought lovers to- gether after death. Our lover is apparently pervaded with the feeling of sad- ness and foreboding which often accompanies Friday, especially when it falls upon the thirteenth day of the month, Saturday sees the young man receiving his pay. What better occasion is there to obtain the monetary result of his labors than the day of Saturn, the il l ll ..., . .... ,ll ,,,,, ,,.,,,,,,, ll .,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, , I I ll l will l ll I llllllllll ,iiidmmummntuumimmum M.. . .i r ., 'in.n....i.i I iiii li tiiiiit . it - titiir l tiiir l l lw lll tt litit l