Johnstown Central Catholic High School - Memories Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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CLASS FLOWER THE ROSE That over night a rose could come I one time did believe; For when the fairies live with one. They wilfully deceive. But now I know this perfect thing Under the frozen sod In cold and storm grew patiently Obedient to God. My wonder grows, since knowledge came Old fancies to dismiss; And courage comes. Was not the rose A winter doing this? Nor did it know, the weary while. What color and perfume With this completed loveliness Lay in that earthly tomb. So maybe I, who cannot see What God wills not to show. May, some day, bear a rose for Him It took my life to grow.

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CLASS MOTTO THE TORCH OF TRUTH BURNS HIGH In the cross-country relay torch race of the ancient Greeks, each runner carried a torch, which he would cup with his hands until they were charred. We are the privileged runners in a cross-century relay race. Christ lit the torch and started the race with His Apostles down the centuries. To be athletes of God! What a glorious privilege! Saint Paul said, “I have run my race, and the torch is still burning.” He shielded that torch with more than his fingers; he shielded it with his life. For over nineteen hundred years that fire has been burning, burning at the cost of great sacrifice. All who have distin- guished themselves as runners have suffered; for glory often takes the shape of pain. We are the runners of today; we bear the torch and must pass it on. Today, as never before, does the light of faith need spreading. Today, as never before, must the torch of truth burn high, so high and with glow so bright that it can be seen by all men, even by those of dullest vision. Our words, our deeds, our actions, but most of all, our athlete's spirit of loyalty, enthusiasm, and bravery will radiate this light, pierce the darkness of error, and change hatred into love. Christ has said, Go out now, and be witnesses unto Me.” If courage is to be sustained, the goal must be kept in mind. Even as we fall exhausted at God’s throne, we may claim the prize. Hold high the torch; you did not light its glow; 'Twas given you from other hands, you know. 'Tis only yours to keep it burning bright; Yours to pass on when you no more need light.”

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CLASS COLORS BLUE AND SILVER Our desire to be the Type of the wise who soar, but never roam. True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home led us to choose the BLUE of Loyalty. Those who are familiar with the legend of Roland, some- times called The Right Arm of Charlemagne, will under- stand our choice of SILVER. It is said that Roland possessed a silver shield which shone brightly when he did a noble deed, became dull when he was guilty of a base deed, and when he did an act of heroism, a golden star appeared upon it. As a young man, Roland was zealously impatient to be riding abroad “redressing human wrongs. One day as his regiment was about to enter the field of battle, he was ordered to guard the gate. Although keenly disappointed, because he had anticipated the joy of the fray, he guarded not only the gate but also his feelings, and he conquered them, and when the soldiers rode back, they saw a golden star on his shield He had conquered self, which is more than conquering the enemy.