Cheverus High School - Clarion Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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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

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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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XQE CHEVERUS CLASSICAL HIGH SCHOOL 25 god of the harvest. NVe hope that he is as plentifully repaid as those whom Saturn ruled. On Sunday our lovershines all day, which is as it should be-the day of the Sun god. PHILIP J. CONLEY, '29, PM A PESSIMIST Born, baptized, and then the years roll by until the age of seven comes around with the age of reason. That is when life really begins. From seven to twelve, we like the movies and become regular attendants, injuring our minds with worldly ideasg from twelve to Fifteen, we start applying these movie ideas, and other warped imaginings to keep our mothers worriedg from the first days of sweet sixteen to twenty-one, we believe in a good time - money burns in our pockets-we mix in with evil company, perhaps lessening our will power enough to indulge in smoking and drinkingg at the age of twenty-one we are dreamersg from twenty-one to thirty-six, we think of mar- riage, a home, children, happiness. We practice our thoughts of these later years to find the age of seventy approachingg our children grow up and leave us, hair has turned to gray, body cannot withstand the elements, years become weeks and days, we await the moment of death and our conscience asks: Did I live my life, or did I waste it? Like Judas, perhaps we welcome death. But it's all in a lifetime! PATRICK MURPHY, '29, DOES IT PAY T0 ADVERTISE? The greatest thing, today, to bring proht into a business is to advertise. No Inatter how large or small the paper or magazine may be, nor in what corner of the earth, there is always somebody there willing to advertise. Long before man had the advantages which he has today, the advertisi.ng was carried in slabs of slate or rock, and the Hnewspaperi' was priced by furs. I believe that one of the greatest news items ever published in the cave man's news was Cain and Abel's Slaying Party, and I think a large number of editions were chopped out, and a large number of people must have witnessed it, because we have many authentic facts concerning it today. But if there was no advertising to it, no one would have attended the fracas, and we would lack the interesting item today. But it really pays to advertise in any of its varied forms. I have a little incident that happened one day, while I was in company with another fellow.