Nazareth Academy - Gateway Yearbook (Nazareth, MI)

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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-.

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THE HARDEST LESSON Jimi jimmy! James Thortonl You get np right this minute. Following this usual dialogue ls. Thorton gave a weary sigh, Oh, what's the ue, he'11 never be cured. Sometinns I wish he had insomnia. Every morning jim's mother nearly collapsed getting her son off to school. He would take his time getting ln- to his clothes, combing his hair and coming downstiars. And at the breakfast table, she would start the routine again like a veteran, Jimmy, hurry dear, or you'l1 be late. Oh land, why do you have to be so pokey? To hear him answer, uh-huh, was too much. Witha resounding whack she started him toward the door at a good rate of speed, but in vain. Once over the thresh- hold he slowed down to his habitual crawl. I-Iis reputation for getting to school minutes, even secomls before the bell, had been with him ever since tl: Reverend Leo Ambre could remember. It was utterly nervewracking to see him come sauntering into the room and drop nonchalantly into his seat just as the bell began its clanging. But one morning there was an awed hush in the room as 'the 9:CD bell rang and...No Jimmy! The day nearly everyone had been waiting for was here, but no one felt quite as they had expected. Finally, after minutes which seemed hours, jim appeared and went directly to Fr. Ambre. There is to be a fire drill immediately, he said. So everyone formed a line and filed out into the hall. They were met by smoke billowing from the rooms followed by sheets of flame. The priest glanced keenly at jim and then at the panic stricken faces of the child- ren. Moving quickly he gave orders to the class which was already beginning to scatter about and led them to safety and fresh air. just as jim was heading for the door he heard a groan comkng from a room down the corridor. Jim rushed toward the sound. Fr. Ambre, see- ing Jim heading back into the smoke too, darted after him. Quickly reaching his side the priest demanded an explanation. In a few words jimmy had explained. In Room 209 they found a little girl overcome by smoke. To- gether they lifted her and started out. But an idea had struck the priest. A real way to cure jimmy. He slowed his pace and made jim match his steps to his own. And they progressed down the hall. Beads of perspiration trickled down jim's face and he gave the priest a desper- ate look. Seeing his eyes give way to mutual consent they started at breakneck speed to the door and the out- side. The throng of teachers and students just gasped. They couldn't believe their eyes. The always calm and cool face of their jim was hot, desperate and filled with relief. And miracles of miracles, he had broken his own record and had learned to run. The hero of the day, s real speed demon, their own...jim Thorton. Mary Catherine Bradley DIRGE Ah, life is so gay is the spring time When the rohins and roses are there. Ah, life is so gay is the spring time If only I were there. X X 5 .sf S ' 'Q SHADES OF EDGAR ALLEN POE All I heard was fire and then instantanlously I blacked out. Upon regaining consciousness, I choked and staggered to my feet, in the midst of a thousand of the most unearthly shouts and screams, coming from the helpless victims of the Home for Cancer. It was more or less a home for the dead. The smoke was clogging my.brain, but I knew death when I saw it. Surely this Earthly Hell was it. I stumbled through the long corridor as far as room 14-B. I peered into the room, and on the bed was a patient. Apparently he had fainted, due to lack of oxygen. Frantically I rushed into the room and grasped his waist, and pulled. He came without any opposition! Still having six feet to go before reaching the stairs to the main exit, our only lnpe of escape, I tightened my hold around his waist and stlll.......I pulled. The flames, having soared to my knees, were consum- ing my legs quite rapidly, and my dependent's body was now beyond recognition.....yet I pulled. The pain shot through my legs, and contracted with my brain. only to slow me up. I finally reached the exit. it seemed a gate to Heaven, leaving this -blazing inferno. Now being at the point of exhaustion, I clung to my dependent, rather than he to me. At last came that wanting breath of air...air...at last ...airl I dropped the man and sank to my knees. A doctor rushed to my side, I was still conscious and my eyes were open due to my lack of strength,I could not close them. The doctor then ran to my dependent andexamined him. I-le turned and looked at one of the internes and said bluntly, Call the morguel This man was dead a half an hour before the fire began. I Sandra Roselip KXf7'fX To rise with the morning laughter To sleep with the falling sas. Ah life is so gay is the springtime ut life for use is done. Anna Marie Baldwin f 1' Xl. ' Y' Q' .fl 4