Redemptorist High School - Almarre Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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vi TT' -A T TL-X Q. . . Q., N-f, ,f A THE MASTERS OF' THE PAST Let our thoughts go back to the dim, forgotten years and listen to the minstrel as he trods along the dusty roads, sorrowfully playing the Deor's Lament and chanting Xvidsith. Soon he is interrupted by the song of the call of the sea, which the seafarer in quaint words and phrases sings for us. Beowulf comes marching home and receives great applause from the people. They hail him as their cleliverer, for he has rescued the marsh lands from the herce hands of the monster Grendel. But many centuries pass. We see Chaucer pondering over a quaint volume of forgotten lore and preparing the prologue for his Canterbury Tales. His successor, Edmund Spenser, rambles over the hills and dales of Erin for the Fairy Queene. Then Marlowe, rare Ben Jonson, appear and present their humorous works, but they, too, are for a time, forgotten, when Shakespeare, the commanding figure of the ages, greets us. Viola, Juliet, Portia, and Rosa- lind win our hearts, and from stern tragedy we learn life's lessons. Soon after the passing of this great man the king and parliament clash. But the conflict of these powers produces another grand master ohn Milton. This young man for six years makes visits to the haunted woods and interprets the murmur of the brook as it flows toward the ocean. After acquainting himself with the works of his predecessors he produces the epic Paradise Lost. Another man that meets us is ohn Bunyan. After many years of research he gave to the world the Pilgrim s Progress But we feel that Thomas A. Kempis in his Imitation of Christ has given to the Catholic Pilgrim a far better guide for the journey of life Thus far have we traveled in our unior year But by no means is our literary trip at an end Rather has it but begun During our Senior year we expect to again take up the tour which we shall continue even after school days are over ANNA KELLERMAN 28 THE IUNIORS My selection of the twenty six letters in the alphabet are u n 1 o r You know stands for y No other class can be more yoyous than we umors We are ever ready to give a pleasant smile and to spread sun shine wherever we go U Tlns letter just fits us Union is our best quality because the umors are always seen together N Nice and Neat yes thats the umors b IIThis letter added to t spells It and and we have our reasons to e t orations of Cicero when Rome was in her grandeur and we fought on the battlefields of Craul R Why of course Remembrance of Redemptorist TERESA KELLERMAN 28 - J ll J' ' 'I . - . . : J- - -.- - i 5? - 50 - . . ' . J - - l -W C I, ' ll ,Y ' .Il .,, . l T.. ' i t O-llt may begin the word Old, Yes, very old. We listened to the - i ' ' .. - I n l ' i Sf .W . r-, ,,,.,, - sms., we . ,r C ,- csc.. -. A Fifty-six

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0 ----T tri! ' WONDER WHAT A LOCKER THINKS ABOUT Gracious, me, exclaimed one of the lockers on the east side of the Study Hall of Redemptorist High School, to think I am only two years old, and look at mel Ouch! What's that? Oh, myl Who's hammering on my lock? Oh, he hit me. I bet whoever is pounding on that lock will have my new gray coat scratched. I know. Perhaps that girl has lost her key. At last the lock is broken. Well, here she is. My, she is saying awful things. You can't find those words in Webster. Look at all the papers around my feet. She must think I am a waste paper basket or the pockets of her uniform, and the books on my shelves look like a dog's breakfast. Well, thank good- ness! She has what she came after, and guess what it was? A book? No. Guess again. Some paper? Not that, either. It was her comb. She cares more about her shingle than her books. Ouch! Look at the way she slams my door. But, oh, joy! She has to open me again. One of the teachers is now on the scene. My unfeeling owner was told never to close my door so hard, that she must be gentle in the way she treats me, and now she is trying to show my one true friend, the good nun, that she can be gentle. I wish the nuns would come around often. Maybe then, my dear little Miss would be more careful of my appearance, especially on the inside. I wait so eagerly for the time before the holidays, because then all the lockers get a fine overhauling. It's a grand and glorious feeling. Really, it is a blessing to be clean and not to hear some girl say, Look at my locker: isn't it a sight? Oh, well, I always know that every year I pass to a new owner, and perhaps some day in the far, far future I may be kept clean. CORNELIA O'DONNELL, '28. THE ,IUNIORS The funiors now to their work are gone, Immersed in books you'll ,rind them: Their brains buzz, buzz-all power in on For the heavy tasks assigned them. Let's study hard, said each sweet maid, Though all hope now deserts me, One final struggle for exams we make, One frantic efort to pass them. u Fifty-eight