St Benedict High School - Benedictum Yearbook (Highland Park, MI)

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The BENEDICTUM Senior Class Histor XY'hen we, the seniors of 1918. look back upon the triumphs and achievements of four years of an eventful high school career, sentiments of confidence and regret find place in our hearts. Confidence, because we feel able to cope with the prob- lems of life, regret, because we are reluctant to leave the Alma Mater where so many joyful hours have been spent. Recalling these never-to-be-forgotten years of Youth. we see ourselves first as freshmen of lreland's famed hue. Much of this year was devoted to just becoming acquaintedn with high school life. And by the end of the tenth month, forty-six peaceful, law-abiding freshies had lost .ill terror of uninviting textbooks with their formidable contents. Thirty-five strong, we started our second year as sophomores, enthusiastic to the finger tips. During this year we collected the Great Seals of the various states, mounted them, and left them for the advantage of future classes. ln the play, The Land of Contentmentf' several sophomores distinguished themselves. Further renown came to the class through Vincent Desmond, a winner of district honors in the State Gratorical Contest. Next, as thirty-two jolly juniors, we took our position on the third rung of the ladder to success. By the organization of the class, previous bonds of friend- ship, and the most vital spirit of union and co-operation, were strengthened. Many boys shone on the gridiron, while both boys and girls went in for basketball. Queen Esther, a Christmas sale, a raffle, a luncheon-which proved a huge success-and the junior-Senior Banquet were other activities which make this year memorable. The following September, twenty-seven seniors occupied the back seats of the assembly hall. Early in the year we held a class meeting, elected officers, chose Sursum Ccrda for our motto, blue and gold for our colors, and the rose for our flower. December brought us our class rings, February a visit to Rembrandt's. These two events made us realize that we were indeed close to graduation. On March 19th we went to Nazareth where, with pardonable pride, we saw the second member of our class receive the habit of the Sisters of St. Joseph. The first girl of our class to embrace religious life was Catherine Mclnnes, the second Mary Schmitter. At this point we wish to mention Frank Srebernak, whose success at Sacred Heart Seminary during the past year has very much interested us. The Alumni and Junior-Senior Banquets, events always happily anticipated and occa- sions of great joy, were held in May and june respectively. Now, as our high school days are numbered and commencement is in sight, we are loath to leave the place we love so well. To you, dear St. Benedict's, where wc have spent four years that we might lay the foundation upon which we shall build our lives, we are indebted for the great principles and ideals with which you have inspired us. As a proof of love and gratitude, we shall be ever mindful of our motto, Sursum Cordaf' with the hope that while we are trying to lift our hearts above all that is sordid and earthly we may repay you for your unremitting efforts. ROSEMARY BUTTERFIELD. Page Twvnfy

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The BENEDICTUM Class Prophecy The Memory Special was running on time. This crack train of 1945, which went from Detroit to New York via W'ashington, never failed to delight us with its precision: we entered the XVashington Union Depot exactly on the minute scheduled. Having a few hours' wait before resuming our journey to New York, we sauntered down the broad avenues leading to the Capitol, entered the House and gazed upon the assembled Congressmen. A rich voice rolled sonor- ously out upon the slumbering representatives. And then I recognized the speaker, Vincent Desmond, The Gentleman from Michigan. On our return to the depot, my friend suddenly said, Look! Qur friend. joseph Devittf' Sure enough. There was Joseph- A fine chauffeur, I remarked -driving the President's car. Having taken the train once more, we found in the observation coach a magazine which, upon examination, revealed a short story by Edward Duffy- the O. Henry of the day-and illustrations by Joseph Murphy and Edward Gei- maine, famous cartoonists. In the meantime, we had arrived at the great metrop- ,. OLIS. In Roxy's theatre, I had a huge surprise. XVith Roxy and his Gang, the now famous David Germaine was appearing as a high power harmonica player. On the occasion to which I refer, he literally brought down the house. NVe left the theatre by a dark street-such as one would imagine in Naples- and came upon an antique book store. I passed into its depths and under a dim light raw a man pouring over an aged quarto, seemingly filled with hiero- glyphics. I aforoached and found that it was the Canterbury Tales of Chaucer. The librarian raised a beaming head to find a person interested enough in liter- ature to drop into his sanctuary. As I saw his countenance a gleam of recognition passed between us. The librarian was none other than William Eardly, my old classmate. After a few moments, having become accustomed to the dimness, I perceived someone arranging a row of leather covered volumes, and to my amazement, who should it be but Mary McCarthy. Next, we journeyed to the Polo Grounds, where the Little Giants play. Awaits ing his turn at the plate stood Leo Murphy and close by sauntered the widely known bat boy, Harold Sayers. On leaving the Grounds, we saw a great gathering. Why was the crowd forming? What was coming? A parade? I elbowed my way to the front Sweet miseryln I ejaculated. NVho is driving that beautiful float but Georg'- Grix! And sitting complacently beside him was John Johnson, who when grad: uated from our dear old school was elected the tallest man in the class. Now what was he? A wee bit of a man, the inventor of a patent medicine-to be taken internally-to bleach brown hair grey. He had taken some to prove its value, and as a result his hair was orange and he was short. The ride up the Hudson River to Bear Mountain is truly beautiful. Among our companions on this trip was Dr. P. Mulligan, the greatest and most eminent of medical men in his class. He has cured, healed, preserved, and trained many. Page Tlrruly-lu'0