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

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'V s S' ' lk-.LSR JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY Little freshies green as grass, Doing what they're told, Bearing upper classmen's taunts Like gallant knights of old. , n I s Studying Latin, algebra, , Distasteful bits of law, l I Getting grades that touch the sky, If-A--'W-'sf The best you ever saw. Then opening the Soph'rnore door And carrying larger books, Yes, laughing at the Freshie kids,,' From darkened, hidden nooks. 1 r I Then quite sophisticated, grand, And feeling mighty big, Leading on the honor roll, 1 Why, sure, we had to dig. I But still there's left another year, ,I To show what we can do, sm, L... , And we'll work wonders, just you see, l r I As soon as we are through. i 1 l x Tx ' hu.. , ts' .I L. , -M..-.-2 tu... 1 L im 4i.:.65...,.L. i ' , -I ' , 5... '.. -'ez M32 :S ' . I I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,

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ROBERT COOK HERBERT FOOS VVILLIAM LOSE ROBERT WOLPERT SERVERS There is a group of noble youths of which Decatur Catholic High School is justly proud-its altar boys. For eleven years these young men have formed a Guard of Honor for Our Lord, Jesus Christ. To them is given a privilege of which even the angels are deprived-that of assist- ing at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. Next to God's minister, the priest, these acolytes are the recipients of the greatest number of graces and blessings. These few lines serve as a rec- ognition of their service and a mark of esteem from the students of D. C. H Q .KJ- When out of the woods He came. A Ballad of Trees and the Master Sidney Lanier.

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3, SMX NIMW-v V-5-lil' fx xa- Q 1 G? X . L X-M ,ggQ,3..,.i u.a9,..5., 3 5 .,,K,x SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY Twelve whole months have gone by since Freshie troubles made us wince, But this year Has been marked by busy days, Full of pleasure, full of frays, All quite dear. Oft' we longed for Friday eve, So that we might take some leave Of our books. And again on Monday morn We appeared here quite forlorn, As it looks. But We worked geometry, Till we thought that we could see Angles' sides, And we delved into our Latin, Had it down as smooth as satin, And besides: Studied history, then, too, Worked at English till we knew Most by heart, Silas Marner, poetry Shakespeare's dramas, don't you see Like a Chart. Two more years are left to spend In this schoolg oh, in the end May we say That we worked with all our might, That we tried to do what's right, Every day. Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green,