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

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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

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I -avg? ww' Y 2 ,Q W 1, .eq , t v 3- '1y1'I:3ysl'l . FX no on fi m e-so-Q . X . 3 I 4 ily JSI? I A JUNIOR'S REFLECTIONS The day is done, and home study Falls on my burdened mind As I tahe out my boolzs for lessons The teachers have assigned. I see my books before me, N ot in visions of pleasure, but pain, And a feeling of dread comes o'er me That seems there to remain. - A feeling of dread and sorrow That does not belong to play: I And resembles pleasure only As the night resembles day. Come, write for me some Latin, Some simple Cicero: It will calm a restless feeling That only few can know. Read from my Modern History Of the kings of long ago: lt will bring to my tired spirit The rest that I long for so. Then my night shall be filled with pleasure And the lessons I've learned through the day Shall flash through my weary brain. And silently steal away. Ross MARY WATERS, '28, I' r tk' XA Fifty-seven

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, . . , - V. '.:- , 1- ' 1: 'lg' .v , J , Yf V MX, ' + 5 . AS YOU SEW SO SHALL YOU RIP ln the fall of I925 The Art of Dressmakmg was introduced for the first time as a new department in our school In the beginning the number who wished to participate in the struggle of needlework were few but as time went on and products could be shown our number increased Two years are now offered the Erst being the fundamentals of sewing with a complete course in the principles of design Six garments must be completed for one year s credit the second year takes us further into advanced techmque that of fancy and tailored garments Four finished dresses are ll Y' If ' ll ' , . ' I , . f - , . . . , , . required for this year's work. The instruction of the work is given under the direction of Miss Theresa Carmody, who has labored unceasingly that we might be able to make the pretty things we desire. During the last of May we hope to have an exhibit and shall be glad 'to welcome each and every one as our guests, for we are even open to suggestions and criticisms. Help us to make this department what it should be. ADIEU TO THE SENIORS Farewell, dear class of twenty-seven, We'll miss your happy faces: But, lucky for Redcmptorisl High, We'1l more than fill your places. Jumons. ff' Fifty-nine , gp is P fi?