Quigley Preparatory Seminary - La Petit Seminaire Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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0lfU6Uf' if THE POWER OF FORGIVENESS Even as the drnner hour approaches the old burldrn rs strll buzzrn Spealcrng of the burld Ing there rs a legend that someone on seerng rt for the frrst trme sand All that place needs rs a draw budge and a moat The pace rs slower than before but strll many actrvrtres are gorng on The chapel rs emptrer now A tew penrtents kneel at the confessronals only one or two wart rn l e As earlrer the departrng semrnarrans come rn for a mlnute or two to malee therr last lfll0l0Qlf' Uflfle vrsrt The peace and srlence of Gods House presents a great contrast to the chaotrc turmoil of publrc transportatron durrng the rush hour Here the homeward bound semrnarran lortrhes hrmsell For the coming ordeal and brds farewell to hrs Model ln the gym the second game rs an progress Only cz few spectators are watchrng now The THE GRAPEFRUIT LEAGUE MR O KELLY THEODORE NOVY FAITHFUL LUD I E O . . r. . . s C . . , . . . .. . , , . i ' in . ' , ' ' '

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E 0I'0, l0I'0, allf! gUOPylU IQPC' . I DAVE BOI-IR, DARK ROOM TECHNICIAN waves good-bye or is he just beginning to direct again? Looking in at the office door we see Father Brackin in his cubicle, discussing scholastic matters with a long line of students, or patch- ing up a bennie wounded in the West Wing Skirmishers' Wars. Or perhaps he is up on the roof surveying the possibilities fora solar heat. ing plant, or supervising some repair work in a classroom. A cheer arises from the gym, Quigleyls famous Star-Stadium, A basketball game is in prog- ress. Basketball, as you all know, is the king of sports at Quigley, Many nights the first game draws a hundred spectators, including some of the profs. The cheering is loud and frequent, And the quality of play is good. Iwo or three of the major league teams could make a good game of it with most high school teams in the city. At other seasons of the year baseball games ore played at the lakefront. In the gym the hand-ballers hold sway. During the last two months of the year the gym is filled with hurtling bodies rocketing. richocheting celluloid spheres and noise. Pingepong gives the gym that snake- pit look. Now to the seamy side of Quigley night-life. jIM SWANER, CHIEF LIBRARIANH Should we venture near 205 we would see a long Iine of underclassmen and even a few older boys, who should know better. Bennies up for their first offense seem grateful to have escaped alive as they leave the disciplinarians' lair. There is only one extracurricular activity which combines phsyical, mental and moral exercise. One would expect that every student wished fervently to participate in it, yet the opposite is true. I refer to jug. Fr. Duggan presides over this venerable institution with a sort of Cheshire Cat grin. I-Iabitual inmates of jug sometimes wake up screaming in the night about that grin. Not enough seminarians use the Quigley Library. It is famous for its collection of old books. I'IardIy a book in it is younger than fifty years. The third floor of the East Wing is Guigleyis Left Bank. I'Iere the art class meets, here are the bull sessions which analyze and solve most of the worldis problems. Instead of the starving author in the garret we have Earl Thomas in the Le Petit room. Ihe room might qualify as a garret. but Mr. Thomas definitely is not starv- ing. When he is not supervising the production of QuigIey's greatest yearbook, fourth year's literary lights use the room to create the Candle

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cheering is feeble cmd sporadic. Most of the boys watching are just waiting for the game to be over so they can use the gym for practice. ln the ping-pong season the gym is always full until closing time. The members of the Quigley Polar Bear Club are still plowing the chill grey-green waters of the liquid iceberg, as the petit swimming pool is fondly called. Fr. Lyons operates on the well-lcnown principle of physics that an iceberg contains more heat than a burning match. Iames Westbroolf sits in the loclcer room and does his homeworlc while waiting for the swimmers to get through so that he can close up. FR. GRAFF GIVES A LITTLE ADVICE And now for the first uncensored loolf behind the Old Oaken curtain, i.e., into the Faculty Room. Unfortunately, it's not very exciting. Sev- eral profs are saying their office or correcting papers. Others are gathered in small groups discussing classroom matters, teaching techniques, and-you guessed it-politics. As the hour grows later more priests who have jobs around the school come in, recuperate fora few minutes, and leave. Several priests are going to school at various points downtown, so they wait in the faculty room until time for their classes. Fr. Le Compte finally finishes slaving over his accounts in the cafeteria and comes up. Fr. Lyons dismisses his Polar Bears and leaves his frigid domain. The confessors come in, one by FR. BRACKIN, SENIOR COUNSELLORH one. The disciplinarians finish their unenviable taslc and lock up 205. Fr. McKenna,Fr. Milfo- laitis, and Fr. Howard are often lcept down- stairs until late by their duties in running the athletic department. The musicians, Monsignor Meter and Fr. Mroczkowski, often come in late. ln the corridors those who have stayed late for one reason or another get their boolcs together and put on their coats, tallcing with one another about the baslcetball game, some classroom inci- dent, or perhaps Fr. l'lartnett's latest letter. After every baslcetball game there is invariably some- one who is griping about the refs. Several boys are trying to find out what the homeworlc is. One by one they leave, until the hall is finally deserted. Around 5:15 Fr. Braclcin closes the gym. His method is very effective, he just turns out the lights. It is rather difficult to ignore the hint. For several moments the gym is full of 'ighoulies and ghaesties, and long-leggity beasties, and things that go bump in the dark. By 5:30 the building is supposed to be empty. Fr. Braclcin stands by the door and bids the tardy ones adieu with a smile and a demerit. And thus the long day of Quigley draws to a close in the darlcened corridors. But the flicker of the sanctuary lamp in chapel still continues to whisper: I will be here when you return. I