Cretin High School - Cretinite Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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IT IS TO the future that We dedicate this book. A future which none of us can fortell, although it is in our hands to develop it. We present our yearbook on a note of triumph. Our school year has wit- nessed many events of earth-shaking importance, but none so significant as the conclusion of World War Il. We have won a decisive victory and, as a pros- perous nation, are disbanding our armies and hastily converting the scientific advancements of wartime into peacetime miracles of production. You may say that these things have little to do with us as the graduating class of Cretin High School, yet, in a realistic sense, we are now leaving the school to become citizens of a great young nation, and must direct our minds to thoughts of the future. We stand on the threshold of a new world-a formless world still in a molten state. It is up to us and millions like us to decide what form that world shall take. . Therefore, with a foundation firmly rooted in a knowledge of the past, and with a clear, unprejudiced eye on the horizon of the future, let us go forth to meet our destiny REPRINTED FROM, ON A NOTE OF TRIUMPH WITH PERMISSION or NORMAN CORVVIN Lord God of trajectory and blast Whose terrible sword has laid open the serpent So it withers in the sun for the just to see, Sheathe now the swift avenging blade with the names of nations writ on it, And assist in preparation of the ploughshare. Lord God of fresh bread and tranquil mornings, Who walks in the circuit of heaven among the worthy, Deliver notice to the fallen young men That tokens of orange juice and a whole egg appear now before the hungry children: That night again falls cooling upon the earth as quietly as when it leaves your hand, That Freedom has withstood the tyrant like a Malta in a hostile sea, And that the soul of man is surely a Sevastopol which goes down hard and leaps from ruin quickly. Lord God of the topcoat and the living wage Who has furred the fox against the time of winter And stored provender of bees in summeris brightest places, Do bring sweet inHuences to bear upon the assembly line: Accept the smoke of the milltown among the accredited clouds of the sky: Fend from the Wind with a house and a hedge, him whom you made in your image, And permit him to pick of the tree and the flock That he may eat today without fear of tomorrow And clothe himself with dignity in December. Lord God of test-tube and blueprint Who jointed molecules of dust and shook them till their name was Adam, Who taught worms and stars how they could live together, Appear now among the parliaments of conquerors and give instruction to their schemes: Measure out new liberties so none shall suffer for his father's color or the credo of his choice: Post proofs that brotherhood is not so wild a dream as those who profit by postponing it pretend: Sit at the treaty table and convoy the hopes of little peoples through expected straits, And press into the final seal a sign that peace Will come for longer than posterities can see ahead, That man unto his fellow man shall be a friend forever. 7