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

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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

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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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,,! DREAMS - Continued One night, Mary Ruth was awakened by soft but heart-rendering sobs which seemed to be issuing from the children's dormitory. Mary Ruth listened, trying to find out who was sobbing. She knew Amy, Jane, Joan and Lizzie possessed a whole- some fear of the dark ami sometimes their shouts awakened the entire household. However, these sobs seemed unlike the other children's cries, so slipping on a robe and. slippers, she entered the darkened room. A flood of liquid gold fell across the room. By the colored' curtained window, Mary Buth spied a sweet fairy child. Eyes of deepest somberest black were set far apart in the white pale face. A shower of soft golden ringlets formed a halo for the bent, tear-stained face. The transparent hands were clasped tightly over a yellow aged prayer book, while the scarlet lips moved tremblingly. Mary Ru-th stepped back, startled at the strange, yet sad beauty of the child before her. The little fairy-girl turnedg Mary Buth saw that the gentle face was tear-stained and swollen. The black eyes held a world of mute longilig-Without another word they were clasped in each others arms-the child crying. Oh! Girls! my dear dad- dy and mamma are gone to heaven? The little girl's name was Merlyn Meredyth. Bit by bit, Mary Ruth found Merlyn's story. Mr. Meredyth was a wealthy Wall St. Broker. He had millions at his disposal, grand winter and summer homes, numerous servants, every luxury. His small daughter was the dearest treasure in the world to him. For her sake, he earned his money to bestow on her everything life could offer. But, all was wiped out. The tragedy of it killed him. So, this child of luxury- Merlyn-was bereft of every advantage at one foul stroke. Accustomed to riches, pining for her parents, lost, alone, and forsaken, little Merlyn faded and drooped. She became thinner, her eyes shone too brightly, her cheeks glowed too rosily, her lips were too crimson. Slowly, Mary Ruth watched the little bud' wither, and, at last, one autumn day, little Merlyn bade a last farewell to her dear, darling Mary Ruth, and with white arms clasped lovingly around her, and burning lips held close to the cool trembling ones, the little life faded. After the last breath was drawn, Mary Ruth vowed to devote her life to the care of others -to keep faith with the pure young flower who was cven now blossoming at Jesus's feet. She renounced riches and worldly pleasures at the throne of Jesus in Heaven. The years passed quickly and soon Mary Ruth's eighteenth birthday approached. Strangely, she evidenced no curiosity in regard to the desire 'or wish to know her identity. Sufficient it was, that she would soon be numbered among God's chosen few, to have a place in His Garden, to share in His blessings. Her youthful desire to become rich has faded with the life of Merlyn Meredyth. She had seen the sor- row' money could bring,-in fact, she hated wealth. However, one May evening, when the spell of Spring lay over the quiet convent, she heard the contents of the mysterious envelope. Trembling, she listened to her story written by her mother's trembling hand. May I be forgiven, but I had to do it. This sentence was written in shaky letters, as though the writer's very soul was torn. Then followed the statements which explained Mary Ruth's'identity. Her grandfather was the millionaire Bally from Long Island. Mr. Bally, Mary Ruth's mother's father was a non-catholic who disowned his daughter, when she had mar- ried a young catholic lawyer. Her conversion was the last straw. He hated his girl's husband fiercely, and vowed vengeance. XVhen Mary Ruth was born, he wished to adopt her, for her father was very very poor. But Mrs. Raymond, know- ing that her baby would not be brought up in the true Faith, refused. When Mary Page Thirty-eight F M' M 5'il 3 S ' lliif I H 'Ulm C 0 UN S EL 0 1k,1931