Good Counsel High School - Counselor Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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T0 THE GRADUATES .Q 5. .. twig 5 I l fl? 5 Q ' 5. y ,t KV ag X D 4 F 4 il X lv l 1 3 5 W i 1 .- 1' .5 T' gi E Q fx js 3 ' lu 5 i 'ga T ' xxe. , h 1 52764 C o UN S EL o 1L,1931,. We, the Juniors take this opportunity to extend to the members of the graduating class our heartiest congratulations. May both prosperity and happiness attend your future careers. Dear fellow students, you are now launching your ship upon the Ocean of Life. Yes, you are launching the boat in the open sea, but remember always an objective must be in view. VVork without a definite aim is utterly wasted. You must so sail upon the waves of chance so that you may not be wrecked upon the shoals. The events of the past school days will undoubtedly be remembered and recalled with pleasure, perhaps with pride, when you have passed into the vale of tears. Remember always your aim is high, may you so labor and live that when life's journey is at an end, you may look without regret over your well-spent life and say, Yes, the end crowns the work. Bernice Kovalik '32 MY REFLECTIONS ON THE SCHOOL SEAL As I look and keenly observe our school seal I am impressed with its symbolism. And thus consider the splendid meaning, the design on the seal involves. The burn- ing torch signifies the wide expanse and scope of knowledge and wisdom imparted by the school. The cross, a symbol of religion, suggests that the learning which we receive is and necessarily must be religious. It must be imbued with the true spirit of the Church of Christ. The book laid open brings to the mind the fact that in our temple of knowl- edge, the supernatural and natural truth will assist one another in sisterly union and will disclose themselves reciprocally. The laurel branches meekly protruding appear as if calling: Live, dear school! Let not the changeable decrees of fate bereave you of life. Live! propogate the national spirit in this locality. Awaken enthusiasm to knowledge, produce large armies of enlightened women and guardians of our national spirit. 0 beloved school, we cherish you, we cherish your existence. May your studeng always speak loyally of you and let them esteem you and consider it an honor to be your friends. May they love you as a mother - nourishing and developing future American citizens. The name around the seal conveys to us the idea that our progress in life de- pends upon our trust and love of God. Let us then follow the salutary advice of Christ particularly we, who are withdrawing from under the protecting wings of the Good Counsel High School. Let us labor whole-heartedly, and not alleviate the ideals, or extinguish t-he light of nobility, truth and goodness and all those sublime principles which our school cherishes. Helen Witek, '32. Page Thirty-sim

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AN ODE TO A BLOTTER Did you ever stop to think, Of all the drops of ink A blotter can contain? And yet it must refrain From disclosing e'en a mite Of what its user might write. It is indeed a surprise What one does confide, To a blotter of any size. You can rest assured Though it may be lured. It keeps your secrets all- Petty, serious, big and small. So think it over, and you'll agree How significant a blotter can be! Mary Leszczynska '32 REMIN ISCEN CES Delightful memories are connected with our beloved G. C., which we are about to leave forever. All our associations, and moments spent here, although -occasionally meaning'ess and vague, have been pleasant, sweet and exceedingly charming. Those trips full of pleasure into the fields and the nearby woods. where we breathed the clearandfreshairsatiatedwith the fragrance of flowers, and where the meadows and fields have been an inspiration to us. Each season brought new and diverse surprises, de- lights and amusements which cast into oblivion the darker sides of our school life. T i i i W How successfully our life sped on the fleeting wings of time! O, how many varied impressions, how many ardent and holy feelings and emo- tions, bow many noble endeavors are recorded on the pages of our life at G. C. Time has outrun all this. These days are gone, never to return .... We have been prepared to face life: we have been prepared for indi- vidual labors, and now are told to bid farewell and withdraw from the portals of the school, in order to make place for our successors. We are about to start life in this broad world, but we have the consolation that we are not leaving empty handed, on the contrary. we are stepping into this new life full of hope and peaceful expectation because before us lies a holy, lofty, sublime Ideal, which, if we preseveringly follow, will lead us unto higher realms - of Eternity. Wanda Marciniak '32 ffm., X , , A .W ,... ,tab ,, Wm ,, , ,W H . uf -:J lm . . .. .. .... 4:.....a:'p.. .... z,...,7... .,:zi.T.1: :.,?T'a.t...... amiminz,.,..V....i:ii:a.1..f.....,..., fn ,gf :,', 4, ..'.,tP .Q 2.1, .il ff .. 1 D? ' Z. 1 .. ,-I- f-V -i'-1 I e 1 2 , A T W I f Page T7TiHy fwe

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Dreams There are as many people in this good old World of ours, as there are drops of water in a mighty ocean. And every one of these people has a secret longing .... a dream unfulfilled. Some of these poor, patient souls struggle along for years, keep- ing soul and body together merely with the hope of a wish gratified. And our heav- enly Father Who sees in our future either Happiness, Sorrow, Joy or Sadness, smiles sadly, for He knows far better than we poor creatures, how our hearts must ache and ache, how we must know the meaning of bitter sorrows and lonely agony, how we must tread the valley of darkness and how we must rise to the cheerless dawn. But when our cross seems unbearable, He is ever there to say sweet words of com- fort that heal and help .... In a tiny, rose covered cottage in an eastern city, a woman was dying. A dis- tracted husband sat at an open window, looking beseechingly at the starlit heavens, begging God to spare his wife. A faint call from the doctor brought the man to his feet. A question trembled on the parched white lips and a look of agony lurked in the stricken eyes. Doctor. Gravely the old physician nodded. With eyes blurred with scalding tears, the man followed the doctor into the sick room. On her death- bed, lay a wan, pale woman. She was not yet passed her thirtieth birthday, for the unquenchable light of youth still shone in the death-set eyes. With a tearless sob, the broken-hearted man bid last farewell to his wife, and soon only cold lifeless clay remained, for her immortal soul had gone to rest. Not many weeks had passed when another creature bowed low with grief and sorrow, followed his spouse to a better place, where sorrow never enters and joy is glorified. After the funeral of the young husband, affairs began to take a dark aspect in regard to little Miss Mary Ruth, the two year old daughter of the dead couple. She had no living relatives, her parents had left practically nothing as a legacy to her except a large yellow envelope on which was written in black threatening letters: To be opened by Mary Ruth Raymonds on her eighteenth birthday. So, sad as it was, tiny Mary Ruth was sent with the mysterious envelope to an Orphan Asylum. For twelve years, this tiny bud blossomed fragrantly in the gentle atmosphere of the convent home, receiving the best in educational training that love and money could procure. Naturally, bright and friendly, she was not satisfied with herself. Daily, ever since she could remember, Mary Ruth prayed that the mysterious enve- lope would contain her identity, for no one knew who her parents were. She hoped with the ardor of a child that she would be rich. Oh! rich as the world could be. She wanted pretty clothes, pretty hats. She wanted to go to parties, or to great pic- nics. Oh! how she disliked the asylum. At the age of fourteen, she completed the grammar school department, and en- tered high school at the asylum. There, she was given charge over the younger children. Something in their sweet faces so sad and lonely caused her deep regret, that she could wish for a frivolous life, when tiny children, such as these, were alone. starving for affection, deprived of a mother's love and a father's care. These sad faced children caused her extreme moments of anxiety. Jimmie Burns fell into the scrub bucket almost ending his young and turbulent life, .lane Jones scared the babies into fits by her grotesque facesg Teddy Tines suffered from terrible scares caused by Alice, because of loud coughing usually during study hour, Mollie Min- stc-r's giggles were chronic-Amy Anders was subject to hysterics. ' 0 Y Page Tfizrty seven Nr 'AF A , fl' V15 A -fr.: ,.f.f... ..3 ,.,'.,,. .... m1:.::fm.., ..,...... ..... . ..... . ,..f....:..::e1 ...t.f,.1.1 11.-,.f...:::..:i..E-',asf '3.l16'jg..r'g', wwii-K