Scotus Central Catholic High School - Scotus Yearbook (Columbus, NE)

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Bill Slovinski Kathy Soulliere Margaret Spenner Todd Stepanek 11 Jon Stopak Jerry Taylor Jackie Thiele Tom Tooley

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Jami Muhle Tim Murray Diane Ogden Mary Placzek Angie Riley Robert Rybinski 10 Carole Podraza Ray Prososki

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Twas the night before the retreat, And all through Camp Luther, Not a creature was stirring, except for Andy and the other. The wood was all stacked by the fireplace with care, In case the day would be filled with cold air. The Seniors all nestled and snug in their beds, While thoughts of boredom danced in their heads. Sister Jeanette in her habit, And Father Wayne in his cap, Had just settled down despite the anxiety attacks. Then that morning, there arose such a clatter, The Seniors jumped from their cars to see what was the matter. Away to the parking lot they flew like a mass, Threw open the doors and shut off the gas. The moon on the breast of the God-provided frost. Gave the images of beauty which will never be lost. Then what to their wondering eyes did they see, But two yellow buses and a van for tardees. With heads all turned to give some quick looks, They knew in a moment, that it must be Mr. Brooks. More rapid than eagles our Seniors they came, And Sr. Francis whistled and shouted and called us by name. Now Bob and Mary and Tim she would call, With replies of here and present and one (blank) hole. To the top of the hill, and right next to Luther’s wall, Now dash away, dash away, dash away all! So up to the hilltop the buses they flew, With seats full of Seniors - and Fr. Kramper too! And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the doors, The pounding and knocking of 80 Seniors. As the group all entered, with a red glow on their face, They all headed for warmth near the fireplace. Senior Retreat As we opened up our day with a prayer to say, We were put into groups according to our birthday. As we sat and wrote and talked of many a issue, We brought out feelings that were so true. It started out smooth with Fr. Teigs and Joe on arrival, The morning break consisted of hot chocolate and roll. After more discussion of college and future plans, Preparation of meals started, a few washed their hands. Dinner consisted of chips and sloppy joes, As thoughts of outdoors spread from head to toes. Finally after the mush buckets went around, The doors were opened as the boys left in leaps and bounds. Scanning the hills and exploring the ravine, The Seniors got around by just about all means. As relax time ended and people drifted in, Fireside songs were sung to no end. With a few returning late, leaving the snow and the fun, All had been accounted for except for one. As an air of worry spread from table to next, Fr. Wayne departed in a desperate quest. With many volunteers to start a search party, Fr. Wayne showed up to make the group 80. Then the mass begun with Ray by the fire, And the feeling in the air had turned much higher. With readings and sermons and heavenly singing, A giant SHAMROCK appeared on a table in the building. It was made of cardboard and a offering of all, Symbolizing the Senior class does not do things small. As mass had ended and the administration entered. The kind thoughts of faculty were passed out and lettered. The tables were stacked by the men of muscle, The people crowded our buses in much hastle and bustle. As we left Camp Luther with Columbus in sight. The spirit echoed “Happy Retreat to all and to all a good night!” by Leo Zoucha