South Bend Catholic High School - Victorian Yearbook (South Bend, IN)

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To The Senior Class of1939 Everything has its Alpha and Omega . . . its beginning and its end. Class Day marks the culmination of your High School career, and at the same time it marks the commence- ment of a new life for you. To us, the stu- dents with whom you have journeyed this road together, words are but vague expressions of thoughts. They fail to describe our emotions, our tender regard for you, the commingled feeling of joy and sadness. For paradoxical as it may seem, this is a joyous and a sad occasion, Joyous, because you have reached the ultimate goal for which you have long been striving, sad, because to us, your leave marks the loss of unfaltering leadership. School for you has not always been a path of roses, for the difliculties and trials you have had to encounter have been numerous. There have been cheerful, triumphant, buoyant, and pleasant instances, nevertheless, you have trodden the path of defeats, disappointments, vexations, and misfortunes. Still, during your four years of High School, you have displayed the sterling qualities of true leadership, per- severance, and outstanding cooperation. Your subtle wit intermingled with ingenuity and initiative were prevalent for others to imitate, your conduct always shone as an incentive fcr others to imitate, but above all, your grace, charm, and dignity have made us feel eternally indebted. The respect that you have won from the lower classmen is in part your reward. And now, Dear Seniors, the most difficult words of parting have been left for the end. You, who have worked with us, who have had similar virtues, and faults, who have lived with us like one large familyiare standing at the very gateway of life's activities, each one of you spurred on by ambition to follow his own special calling, vocation, career. May each and everyone of you tlnd happiness and the realization of his hidden ambitions in the world which you are about to conquer. Ultimately, you leave to us, Juniors, the difficult tasks of the Senior Class. How are We to begin, without your leadership to fol- low? We are fortunately left with the assur- ance that in our every encounter, your edify- ing example of tested courage, of unyielding hope, and of unconquerable faith shall be our guiding lights. VVe sincerely regret that the time for part- ing has come. Yet, time waits for no man The Vi Gtoriann and as you have said to others in previous years, today we must say to you, Adieu. Finally, with the sun of the future rising before you, with the shaping of your destinies thrust upon your shoulders, the painting of life's canvas is given into your charge. Our last message to you, dear seniors, is: We send an ardent prayer to our heavenly Father that your strength of character remains with you, leading you successfully toward your goal- Eternal Happiness. In the hope of all this, with many pleasant memories of our friend- ship, and with assurance of an unfailing af- fectionate remembrance, I bid you all'-- Farewell ! I l ! Respectfully Submitted LORETTA MARIE GORKA '40 -0.. OUR LADY OF VICTORY 0! Sweetest Mother, patron dear, Upon your small altar You stand. Rich we are to have You so near. Lovely Lady, there in Your place, A tender, generous Heart You are, Delighted to shield from disgrace, Yes, and tco, from sin's dreadful scar. Open is Your Heart, and ours too, From ourselves is open to You. Victorious over sin and shame, Ideal of virtue, charity, Caressingly we cherish Your name, The call, OUR LADY OF VICTORY. 0 Heart! Immaculate myst'ry, Reaching to heaven we call to You, OUR LADY OF VICTORY, ALVINA M. DORKOXVSKA '40 Page Thirty-Une

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Tribute to Our Parents Here we are, standing on the threshold of life, bent on going into some profession, hav- ing certain ambitions and goals to attain. To whom should we be grateful for giving us the opportunity to let our dreams come true? To you, our dear parents who have sacrificed, saved, and struggled to give us our education. But to you, the parents of the students finish- ing South Bend Catholic High goes a two-fold honor. You have gained for yourself the grace of God for partaking in such a beautiful and beneficial catholic program by sending your O Beautiful La O loving mother to you we pray, For your help and guidance every day. We place our wishes before your throne, Almost all are answered before they're shown. O holy lady thou art our queen Most just and loving thou has been. Thou reignest forever in this domain T'is you who relieve us mortals from pain. T'was through the prayer we said to you That now we have our new high school. boy and girl to a Catholic school to keep them in a good sound environment. You have at- tained more love and respect from our chil- dren who were able to grow spiritually, men- tally and physically in a catholic atmosphere. Therefore, we the Class of 1939 of South Bend Catholic High School dedicate The Victorian to you, our dear parents. May God bless you throughout your years, and may you receive the kingdom of heaven for your gallant sacrifices for us, your thankful children. LAURETTA LEWINSKI '39 dy of Victory O Lady of Victory we love thee well Never oh never our love lor thee to sell. Ours is the Mother of Victory Ours is the Queen of Peace Ours is the True Lady Viceroy Whose reign will never cease. We thank thee dearest Mother Never was there another Who did and obtained for us what you do, Our eternal and grateful tribute to you. ANITA SLOMINSKI '40 Let Us Waltz Along As We Say Good-Bye I just can't wait till the Senior Prom! exclaimed many of our high school students: and today it is a memory of a past realized. Busily engaged in study and preparation for other activities which neared the end of the school year, time passed quickly and the thrill- ing day was witnessed. It was the evening of the third of May, when the moon shone bright in the clear sky which was dotted with numerous stars, that the gentlemen gathered with their ladies in the beautiful and spacious ballroom, Palais Royale, with the intention of spending pleasant moments that will serve as memories and an experience to be reviewed in the future. Ob- serving all, it was evident that plenty of time was devoted in meeting the confusion of fuss- ing with the stiff collars, dressing of hair, and other undertakings which might have deprived one of the neatest appearance. When almost everyone was present, the music of Myron Walz rang through the ballroom and a tinkling joy penetrated the heart of each that was about to glide over the glossy iioor amidst Page Thirty the perfumed air via the corsages. After the waltzes were in swing, the striking colors of gowns appeared more beautiful with the formal dress of black and white. As the eve- ning progressed, everyone felt only the pleas- ant atmosphere and it seemed as if we were in Wonderland. Seeking the opportunity to add value and weight to the character of the affair all participants enacted the finest spirit of sociability and good conduct. It was now time for the Grand March at the head of which was the king and queen of the prom namely, Edmund Dulcet and Irene Lepkowski, two marvelous seniors whose friendliness, industriousness, an d appealing qualities had won them that honor. Right then and there it was time to waltz good-night and just as the echo of the har- monious music gradually faded way, so did the ladies and gentlemen who were homeward- bound, ready to indulge in the pleasant wand- erings of another dream. AL CIESIELSKI The Victorian

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To Cut Lady o Victory No prophet can say, no sculptor can do, What great devotion we have unto you. If birds could speak, for they fly so high We'd send up our love, to you, in the sky. YVith a prayer on our lips we won many a game Through your intercession we gained lasting fame. Our boldness is pardoned our conduct forgiven Through your mediation our faults may be ridden. Our Lady of Victory, we beg your kind aid, That our faith and high spirit never may fade Proud are the graduates leaving our school Having been taught to your truo golden rule. JOHN MARKOVVSKI ses egg Q Bear Your Cross One day while I was feeling blue, I thought I heard a soft voice speak. It murmured words so sweet and true That made me feel content and meek. O Bear your cross, my dear child, As I did once so long ago, And let your face look sweet and mild Although your heart is filled with woe. This world is but a journey long That leads us to a place unknown. Into its paths our life is flung Whether good or bad its seeds are sown. And when the sun no more doth shine, You find yourself too much oppressed, Lift up that weary face of thine And think of Me, and ycu'll find rest. Your weary soul will cease repining, Your heart will be in spirits high: You'll Hnd the sun through dark clouds shining, You'll find no time for tear or sigh. CECILE T. ROZPLOCH '39 Pglgg Thirty-TVV0 The ViCt01'iilll