Nazareth Academy - Gateway Yearbook (Nazareth, MI)

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Q I U F' J ' 4 ff ' ff. Af ff If I , l f ff' I, L NE H EDQTY one 71 - or-'Ney 1 1 I A I DX h hu. fp 6 'Q , . 1.1 to-I 5 ' L- ff- .ff ' 5 - - X Ao N- Xlilip of een, cXx in naked woo 011 Malin inderella-like e arsh Hs crlh-girl ciwinterf Fark 1 mae rising from her sh lders, q 'Yi fu Sweet tuatterq symphony whispered in her ear, 4 1 Sol cascade of yellow bright ning her hair. Yet ENT!! wus ut her now, in qaarreling LB? her stress, and leave upon hejolrders Gosges, lasting symbols of this bare I 4 41- l Hlelplessly, She weeps fn as f f janet La Plante THIS LOVE ISEEK Can Love, 0 Lord, last hut one night? Can help, 0 Lord, cone through but one night? Which way do I turn To soothe the barn Within :ny heart, 0 Lord? Can they he true. 0 Lord, The words to which :ny heart soared? Are they hat lies, False momentary sighs, Which I shall recall in any sorrow, O Lord? You, O Lord, are the Love Iseeh. For you 1 shall remain hasuhle and sleek. Show :ne the light So that I might Have everlasting love, O Lord. Mary I o Henderson I O a ,' I I MY TREE AND ME A long hard cllmb, mine has been, and today it ends-- in a wheelchair. But what have I to complain about? I made, lt dldn't I? There were tlmes when I could have given up-when Dad dled, or when the doctor told me of my incurable disease which would slowly cripple me for llfe. But each sprlng, as the apple tree blossomed, I found myself a year closer to my ambition, a literary career. As I walked up the garden path, that llay day, pluck- lng a few apple blossoms on my way, I never suspected the unhappiness that awaited me in our little home. When mother said softly, Pauline, your dad has died, I wanted to be awakened from the horrible nightmare, but as I fingered the blossoms, I knew by their fragrance and life-like feel, that this was no dream. Dad was gone, and my lovely flowers were mere fragments ln my hands. Whenever the weather permitted I found much comfort in the hours I spent under my tree, stmlying, pnqaarlng for my career. Now both mother and lwere working and we seldom saw each other. Stlll I knew and she knew, that what we were doing we were doing for each other. Then came a September day, that unforgettable Sept- ember day when another undreamed of announcement gal- vanized me. I lay back in my garden chair convalesc- ing, I thought, from a short illness. But what was this the doctor was saying? Pauline, very soon you wlll never walk again, later, you won't be able to move your arms. Someday you will be totally paralized. For days after that I remained in bed, doing nothlng but stare out the window at the apple tree, the tree which had gown up as almost an understanding companion. Now we would have uothlug ln common. The tree would con- tinue to grow, become more beautiful and bear dellclous frult. I would gradually become an lnvalld, helpless and worthless, the fruits of my Ideas never to be shared. The college diploma, so necessary, was just three credlts out of reach, but it might well have been three mllllon years. But my mother and my guardian angel were patlent with me. Under their perserverlng prayer and direction. my spirit finally became Chrlstlan again and I was able to pray with them In Gethsemane-like sincerity. Thy will be done! God never sends us more than we can bear. I-le must have been waltlng for my act of honest resignation, I realized later. Imagine how delighted I was when Professor Gershaw called lom and said that he would have the credits. When lom told me, everything within me surged hlgher than ver before and I was at peace-mind, heart, and soul. Tonight, when they ham! out diplomas to the grad- uates and they come to Paullne Henderson-No, I won't walk up to Professor Gershaw, he will walk down to me, shake my hand and congratulate me.... I can see my tree from my window. It's in blossom again and lt stands blushing agalnst the sunset. lt seems to greet me with its fragrance, as an old companion. And there! See? A very blue blueblrd has just found its way to me, and ls nesting itself in my lovely apple tree. llary Ann Wenz

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Being a senior, lt ls only natural that I'm starting to think about the future, and trying to decide or discover my vocation in later life. There are many paths that! might take, and before I graduate I'll probably have an idea of what I should do, but there's one thing I am sure of and that is that whatever I do my Constitution will be there, protecting me. I may get married and raise a family: I may attempt a career, I may give mY life to God by helping His child- ren. If I do get married, my Constitution won't force me to marry someone chosen by the State, if I decide to undertake a career I'll be able to choose one that I like and will do best in, and not one which the State picks for me, if I want to enter a convent, I can go there freely. It makes no difference which way I follow through life, for the Constitution guides and protects everyone. We can always be ure, as long as we have our Consti- tution. that we'll have our rights as God gave them to us, to help guide us to our goal. For this essay senior Ann De Mars won first prize in the Kalamazoo Realtors' Contest. I25.00. ELEGY IN THE RAIN The summer shower came Like a curtain Drawn slowly around the earth And closed. It grew--- This shower--- Into a racking storm And while it grew I thought--- A passing th ought Of those I knew. Without a reason, I thought of him--- The lightning came In bolts, like slashing sabers That sever even thoughts. And with the lightning Came a call. Ordinary--but unexpected-- Then thunder rolled And filled the room That couldn 't cover those piercing words, 'He 's dead. It ended then That storm And in its place came the steady rain Of tears. Ann Della rs WHAT THE CONSTITUTION MEANS T0 ME Loretta Portugal! also a senior was awarded a 310.00 third prize in the contest. My knowledge of the Constitution of the United States has been very vague up to this present year. Though I knew that by it I could live as a citizen. I now know of the many more and involved privileges that I not only have, but my fellow-men of any color, race or creed can hold as an American citizen. Our Constitution begins with the very appropriate Preamble. In it is set forth the six reasons for forming such a Constitution. In brief lt was intended to form a more perfect union than that which existed under the Articles of Confederation, to insure peace and prosperity for all people. Through the Constitution our government is so organ- ized tbat it consists of the Legislative, Executive and judicial Departments in which the president, cabinet, congress, and other members and organizations act in our behalf. By which we are guaranteed our Life-Liberty- and Persult of Happiness. Included are the ten amendments known as the Bill of Rights. These provide for freedom of religion, press, speech and among other things which insure us with ex- tended liberties and justice. The Thirteenth amendment abolished slavery. The Fourteenth and Fifteenth solved problens caused by its abolition. And on down to the Nineteenth Amendment in which every good christian woman should vote. God inspired man with the sense of truth and the rights human beings should have as His creatures. So great was this determination that our forefathers saw flt' to fight and even die for such a strong belief. The Constitution of the United States is a wonderful document and I pray to God that as I grow old, I may al- ways respect, obey, and serve my country under the laws of this Constitution. Senior Charlene Eshelfnan and sophomore Mary Louise Shear were given honorable nlention and 35.00 in the contest. i U h THE LADY AND THE TIGER In this famous story, by Frank Stockton, there is no ending. An enterprising eighth grader remedied that fact for those who like happy endings. QAnd who doe sn'tJ Here is her version: fAt this point in the story the condemned yossg lover is about to choose between two doors. Be- hind one is a beautiful lady, behind tbe other. a ferocious tigerl. The princess wanted to marry hiss sonscb. that she slipped out and over to the place where the lady was fthe right hand doorl without being noticed. She changed places with the lady, and when he opened the door, she cante oat, and they were slarried and lived happily ever after. Joyce Rowgo

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hi! A' 'np O MIHlL'S FAITH The sunset is really beautiful, thought llihll Clzmadjl as he walked up the path to Doctor llarlck's house. The doctor was one of the most prominent men in Zagreb but he was a friend to poor as well as rich. lllhil brushed the snow from his clothing and knocked on the door. Anna, the doctor's house-keeper, greeted him and led him to the doctor's waiting-room. You'll have to walt a few minutes, llihll, she said, the doctor is stlll busy with a patient. l don't mind waiting, he said. Obi ly goodness! Anna exclaimed. ly apple strudel, it's burning! Please excuse me, lllhil. He sat down. The two mile walk to the village had ti.red him. Poor Maria, he thought, she was coughing badly when I left. - Bless my dear wife, she cares for our children so tenderly. llaria had been sick for a long time. Doctor llarlck had examined her yesterday. llihil had a feeling that the doctor wished to see him today, because of llaria. But what does he have to tell me, he thought. Bda was sick before but she always recovered quickly. But this time it's different isn't it,Uihil? an inner voice told him. ldihil's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the open- ing of the doctor's door. Hello, Mihi1, said the doctor, please come in. He followed the doctor in and shut the door. I re- ceived your message, said llhil, tell me about my Maria. How sick is she? Well, lihil, I'll come to the point. llaria has tubercu- losis, a disease of the lungs. lt's ln it's early stages, but Maris must have a certain medicine to check the disease. The medicine can only be obtained from America. What about your brother? Do you think he would send it? Oh doctor! He must! ly child will die if he doesn't. You must help me write a letter to him. l'll beg him to get the medicine. The doctor sat down at his desk and llihil dictated. After a while the letter of petition was written. I'll send the letter, Mihil, said the doctor, Pray to God, my friend, that your brother will send the medicine. I will, said Mihil, thank you for everything, Doc- tor. l must hurry home now and tell my wife. The doctor accompanied him to the door. I'1l take care of the letter now, said the doctor. Remember to pray. Good-night, lli.hll. Good-night, Doctor. Mihil hurried to the little village church as fast as his tired legs could carry him. He entered the church, blessed himself, and knelt down. Dear God, he prayed, please, my child will die if he doesn't. He knelt there for a while in ardent prayer. Then remembering that it was be- coming late, he left the church. It was night, already. Snow was falling gently. The stars twinkled brightly giv- ing the night a holy air. As he walked, the soft, pure, white, snow gleamed in the moonlight. Somehow he knew that God would answer his prayer. Yes, his Maria would live. llarllyn Skinner THE BIG DANCE The night of lay third was just like any other spring night, before any other big dance, ln any other town ln the world. For Ruth, though, it was the most exciting night of all her three at Glenville High. Ruth Brown had never been to a formal dance before. It wssn't her personality that made her unpopular, in fact she had a nice one, but who wants to chnm around with the plnmpest, homeliest, shyest girl ln high school? She had the reputation, ln spite of her llother's insist- ence that she wear braces, of having the finest pair of buck teeth ever seen this side of s walrus. lt was funny how it all happened. She was putting her books in her locker, when a masculine voice behind said,':'Ulr-Ruth, wlrwould you go with me to the Spring Hop? She needn't have turned around. Any girl would know it was Bob Griner, the star and captain of the football squad. However, she did turn around enough to sta mmer Why-I-I-Pd I-I-love to. He said he'd pick her up at 7:30, lay third. He had asked her, Ruth Brown, without any reason whatsoever, but when the most popular fellow in school asks you to a dance, who stops for reason? For two weeks following she fairly walked on air. Her mother and dad, who both worked, came home on time now, instead of working overtime for a little extra money. Her mother, dear old llama , took some money from the savings, bought her material for a formal, and stayed up nights to work on it. Her dad tried to teach her a few simple dance steps, but some how her feet never seemed to do what she wanted them to do. She could join the little groups of girls at school, now, when they talked of the big dance and their dates. She, too, could talk of her dress and the eagerness with which she looked forward to the dance. They'd smile among themselves, but that didn't bother Ruth. After all, when something big and beautiful comes up you don't mind the little things so much. Finally the big evening had arrived, and she sat, now, in the over-stuffed chair, twisting her hankerchlef ner- vously and looking out tl: window. This night was go- ing to be different, from other dance nights, she thought. Those other nights she'd come home and study, and may- be if the tears dldn't blind her too much, she'd watch the girls go gaily by with their dates. 7:30 and no Bob. 7:45 and still no Bob. 8:00-8:15- 8:30l At last she got up. Her lother, with her face full of sympathy, said, I guess he couldn't make lt, honey . Ruth choked back the tears. I guess not. She went up to her room and like every other night of a dance, she picked up her history book to study. There, as she opened the book, she saw the deliberately plant- ed note, What do you think she'll do when she finds out Bob asked on a dare, and nev er intended to take her at all? and the answer in a different hand, I don't know, but won't it be funnyl!l?? She slipped into her Pllasls and got into bed. And, like many other nights, of many other dances, her pillow was wet with tears. 7 ,. jesnBracker p h: .N , , .4 Q N .. y m . N X C-.Q X X E' X-.