Decatur Catholic High School - Tattler Yearbook (Decatur, IN)

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SEE SMITH YAGER 8: FALK FOR YOUR DRUGGISTS SUPPLIES THE REXALL STORE ASH BAUCHER, S Tin Shop FURNACES SPOUTING LIGHTNING RODS SLATE ROOFING

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4 o I 0 U o o c L- 0 'H' lIll 'lXlllll N QUALITIES THAT COIN SUCCESS Every boy looks forward eagerly to the time, when he will be a man and will struggle for the great prizes that are offered to successful men in this big world. In America every boy has great opportunities for success. With good health and energy and honesty any boy can work his way to a successful career. But the mistakes which many boys make when they begin, the numerous blunders and failures among men, prove beyond doubt, that real success is not easy and is not to be had for the asking. Success is not reached by reckless a11d careless rushing, but by wise forethought, by faithful attention to business, by honesty and reliability. That boy is most likely to win a place for himself in life who is willing to take advice, who will train himself. who is not ill too big a hurry to start out in the world but who first gets a good education, and if possible trains himself well for some special calling. Life itself is a great school, and the boy will learn that it is full of wise and unwise scholars. Some who keep down the reputation of the school, others who boost it. Nothing can keep the boy back, who means to go forward. He must make up his mind where he is going and must remember that it is not only the way he goes that counts, but ho-W far he goes that way. The first factor that figures in success is a definite purpose, he must have an aim in life. He must be resolute. There is no use having ideas unless one means to carry them out. He must cultivate perseverance. Stick to the workethat is the boy the world is Waiting for. That is the boy who will manage a great business. That is the boy every mother wishes her son to be. There are many difficulties in the world to be overcome. The boy will find them when his time comes. He should let no difficulties turn him back. He is the brave lad who will do the hard thing, run the risk a11d become the hero. He should be cauti-ous, but not so- cautious that he is afraid to go ahead. One daring spirit can drive away defeat and that is the unquenchable spirit of perseverance. There are nobler things than boldness, there are baser things than fear. But there is nothing sadder than the fear of doing right: there is nothing nobler than the fear of doing wrong. Let the soul be pure, let the heart be brave. Let your soul be strong and of good courage. Richard Miller, '27. jOHNNY'S MISTAKE The Smiths lived directly across the street from Mrs. Bell who had become an al- most daily visitor at the former home. Mrs. Smith, an energetic housewife, disapproved of Mrs. Bell's daily visits although she entertained her as best she could. One day Mrs. Smith saw Mrs. Bell coming across the lawn and immediately sent her son, Johnny, to tell her that she was out. Mother is out, said Johnny to the lady who was already on the porch. Oh, tl1at's all right, I just wanted to borrow some flour, replied Mrs. Bell as she turned to leave the house. Then Johnny, almost breathless, cried to his mother who had hidden upstairs, Mother, did you mean you were out of flour? ' -Helen Leugericl1, .I9. eq.-. . Eiglitysex en

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x --,-..H--...--..H...--....---.-..--TlIE fl-QTTI I R...... z ' 0 A 55001300 NO! It looked as though there were no one at honfe. There was no light in any part of the house, and the dark shadows crowding about, gave it an appearance that was at once grim and forbidding as if some tragedy were being enacted within its somber walls. During the day it had a smart and even gay appearance as befitted a council- man's rank, but now-it was dark, dark as the heart of a man who had just suffered a severe and killing financial reverse. From the inside of the house came the spasmodic mumble of voices, pathetic voices. Someone was crying. The crying rose in intensity of feeling. It was the voice of a woman. John, we simply can't go on like this. Not a cent to our name and bills, bills, bills. The grocer was here today and what- could I do. We owe everybody and we can't pay. Oh, I wish I were dead! No, dear. No, not that. Something will turn up. If we can only keep going for a few more months, perhaps-perhaps. He had patted her on the shoulder and tried to speak reassuringly, but his voice trailed o-ff into silence. Oh, if he could only think of some words of encouragement. But his voice failed him, and quivered as he spoke. Husband and wife sat in silence for nearly an hour, when a burst of grief sent tears gushing from the woman's eyes. John, the children. I can't bear to think of them being forced to quit school to go out to work, young as they are. I would rather end it all and A knock at the door. She broke off suddenly and dried her eyes with a tiny handkerchief. Her husband rose, switched on the lights and walked weakly to the door. Opening it, he saw nothing but a street light being drenched in cold 'blasts of rain. Something brushed past him. Shaking the mist fro-m his eyes, he turned around and saw a tall, well-built man with a large, squiare jaw, a broad forehead, and gimlet eyes, proceeding to divest himself of his wet overcoat. The stranger sat down and smiled. Perhaps you don't remember me. I represent the Rembrandt Construction Com- pany. I was here a month ago at a meeting of your council to submit my company's bid for the new asphalt streets which are to be constructed. As these bids were not sealed ones, perhaps, you remember that they took them under consideration. Last night they rejected our bid in favor of that of our keenest competitior. You were the one whose vote lost Us the contract. Now, heres the idea. We would do anything to secure this contract. Tomorrow night the council will make a final decision co-ncerning this matter. If we land the contract, we shall clear about S2,000,000.00, because, as you said at the meeting last night, our materials are inferior. Switch your vote and it means 5500.000 i11 your pocket. Five hundred thousand dollars! John! Sit down, dear. He tried to appear cool, but it was of no use. His face flushed and his eyes. burned in their sockets. S500,000.00! It would pay off all the debts and then he could live in ease, no worries, no cares, no troubles. He knew the materials of the company were worthless, but-Five Hundred Thousand Dollars! It was a fortune. John! Keep still, dear, I've made my decision. The agent leaped from his chair and grasped him by the shoulders. Will you do it? No. Get out of here. Q. ' ....... QQ Eighty ni re