St Francis Minor Seminary - Via Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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. guy f N v3zo-so-3-zo-azo-zo-33-3QSI ERC awcz-cz-cz-e-cz-cz-ee-e-G-cs-c 69m g?tuhy hall PON entering the hall, one is confronted by five Carows 0f desks, each desk having a number of books upon it. The walls are covered with a tin covering. Two pictures hanging at the front wall and two at the rear wall, and one to the right, are all the decorations, except a calendar off toward one corner. At the center of the front wall hangs a crucifix. Near, and to the left of this, is the picture of Christ and the Doctors. Below this picture is a board about two feet square, used as a bulletin board, on which are tacked a few pa- pers containing topics which the members of the hall should know. Thus, whenever someone has lost or found some article of value, he will put a notice on this board. T0 the left of the hall is the prefectls desk. elevated on a rostrum so that he can easily watch the members of the hall during study periods. Hanging on the wall above this rostrum is a pic- ture of Abraham Lincoln. From him we learn to bear our hardships patiently, to persevere in our course, and that one need not be born great to be- come a great man. Across from this 'is a picture of the Blessed Virgin, to whom we turn when tasks seem unmas- terable. Placed along the wall on all sides is a row of clothes hooks. These are heavily laden with coats, sweaters, and caps, besides tennis rackets and golf clubs. All this seems old-fashioned and worn out to us now; yet, after we are gone for several months, the sight of the hall is again welcome. When priests that have not seen it for a number of years enter, their first comment is: UThe same old place as everf, Yet, besides the classroom, it is where we obtain most of our knowledge to become God,s priests. We do not therefore despise this hall or think it is not good enough. It is where we live almost nine months of the year. --LEONAR.D ROTERT. CAD Eimina THINK this title seems very strange to many Qypeople who hear it pronounced, and who read about it in various articles on the Church. There fore I think it is worthy of a little explanation. The uad limina is a visit. Its literal mean- ing is, Ht0 the threshold. Every archbishop and bishop in charge of a diocese must at certain times make a. visit to Rome. This visit is called the ad Iimina. During this Visit he must make a complete report of his diocese and his dealings With it, to His Holiness, the Pope. This Visit is to be made every three years by the bishops who live near Rome. The other arch- bishops and bishops of Europe should make it every four years, and the bishops who rule over more distant sees are to make this visit every five years. Our own American bishops were obliged to make the ad limina visit only every tenth year. Lately they were notified to make their Had limina to Rome at the interval of every eROBERT STANGEL. five years. Page Fifty-two

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f Am; x 9-33-3-3-3-3'3.3-3-3EDQXC1:1 1312le :4. oe-e-e-e-cz-cacae-cz-cz-ca-c Eh? 17er I811? NE dark and dreary night in November, a se- vere rain storm came over Lake Michigan and gave full vent to its feelings when it found a bar- rier in its path. This barrier was our Seminary. 0n the top floor of the building there is a dormitory which faces the lake. The fame of this sleeping room is far spread. The reason for its renown can easily be explained by the nickname which it bears, namely, the HIce Box. The dorm- itory lives up to its name. At the time my story opens this room was oc- cupied by eight students, who had just retired. The noise of the rain beating against the win- dows was mingled with the deep breathing of those who were far off in ttslumberland. The silence was suddenly broken by a cry of distress. UJiminy, fellows, my bed is floating! shall I do? HGet an oar and go for a ride, sleepily drawled one of his mates. HSay, if you think Pm fooling, he retorted, come and see for yourself. Only I advise you to keep off the floor. By this time everyone in the dormitory was awake, and several went over to see what they could do to rescue their dorm partner. The lights were switched on, and then they saw that the rain was coming through the cracks in the Window sill. A conference was held; and, as they all thought it very funny, the meeting was interrupted time and again by some joke or witty saying. What Eh? 3135112 LA T HALF past five the seminarian is awakened by a large bell ringing out its discordant tones. He rises on his elbow, observes that his dorm- mates are not moving, and then he goes under his covers again, muttering to himself, H1,11 wait 'until the second bell; there is plenty of time, and I am still tired. . The boy dozes off, and awakes at the second bell. In deciding whether he should jump right out or not, he wastes about five minutes. He finally jumps out of bed and begins to dress Say, I've got an idea, exclaimed one. HTake it easy, old scout, you know you are not used to such a thing,H prompted another. ttHere is my idea, whether you want it or not, he replied. HTake the garbage can and put it against the window sill so it catches the water. That will save tPorky, from drowning, and also shut him up so we can get some much- desired sleep. Another thing, put some towels in the cracks of the window. This idea was quickly put into practice, and soon all was quiet again. During the night the rain turned 'into snow, the thermometer dropped steadily. When the first bell announced its sad news the next morning, not a single student made a move- ment to arise. At the second bell there was a sudden change; everyone dressed in a hurry, spurred on by the freezing temperature in the room. NSay, yawned one, how full is the garbage can?,, ttHalf full, and I think you better hurry. You have exactly two minutes to get downstairs, re- sponded Porkyii There was a general rush for the door after this remark. Such is life in the Ice Boxfl Cold though it may be, every member of the dormitory will agree that it is the best dorm in the Seminary. --PHILIP SCHWAB. $lrrp2r hastily. He leaves the dormitory before he is entirely dressed and rushes down the stairs, put- ing in his shirt and buttoning it on the way. He is down on time, and as soon as morning prayers are over he goes to the lavatory and washes the sleep from his eyes. He also combs his hair and adjusts his tie. He is about to leave the lavatory when he stumbles on his shoe-string, which has not been tied. After tieing his shoestring, he enters the study hall, thinking he will get up at first bell the next day. But this day never comes. eJOHN PFEFFER. - - 59.33-2m Page Fifty-one

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f V :33-3-3-3-33-3-3-3-3Qi61 EQC E Xmacz-cz-cz-cz-a-ee-a-cz-ca-c An Embarrassing mumpnt . E ALL know what it is to be in a state of mm barrassment. The feeling that comes over us is not at all pleasant. I shall always especially remember one incident of my life which caused me a great deal of discomfiture. The Easter holidays were over and I was leav- ing for the Seminary to finish the last quarter of the school year. While on the ttbus to Mil- waukee, I entered into conversation with a middle- aged man. He was very talkative, and his speech was friendly. One queer thing about him was that every few minutes he would glance at his right hand. I soon noticed that he had a penny in that hand. This observation and his actions made me begin to wonder if he were sound in mind. As we approached Milwaukee, a large truck traveling at a slow speed passed us, making it necessary for the bus driver to lag behind. The driver was unable to pass the truck as the man driving the latter would steer his car from one side of the road to the other. I could not resist saying something to this fellow, who, I thought, was a Jew; so I opened one of the bus windows and cried out, HHey, Ikie, pull your freight! I donlt believe he heard me, because of the noise of the truck, but anyhow, we passed him soon after that. Suddenly I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder, and looking back I noticed that it was the strange man to whom I had been talking. He said to me, You must be good to the Jews. I asked him why I should be good to them. He replied, HI am a Jew. 0! How embarrassed I was! I seemed to perspire all over my body. Just then I was not the same fellow I had been three minutes before. I was wishing that the seat in which I was sitting would go through the floor of the ttbus and I with it. Without saying anything to the Jew, I sat back in my seat, trying to be my old self again. -EUGENE PANKRATZ. A g?npprinr Hairmt EVERAL years ago I had the great honor of ac- cscompanying my grandfather on a hunting trip. An honor, I say, because whoever was picked to go with him deemed it an honor. We planned to be gone for several weeks. Our provisions were well looked after before we started. Beans, corn, fruit, and milk made up our supply of canned goods. My grandfather had an old Pierce Ar- row that age had almost dilapidated. We started our trip on the nineteenth of November, and we decided to be back a day or two before Christmas. As we drove along, I took notice of all the beautiful scenery which certainly adorns the high- ways of Wisconsin. The hills and dales, the towns and villages, all wore the purest coat of white, although it had not snowed heavy enough to pre- vent our progress. We reached the Land O, Lakes and stopped there for a few days, but everything was very quiet around there; We again took up our trail and stopped near Superior. Our evenings were often taken up with the pleasures Superior had for tourists. They were not what the papers or pamphlets wrote about them, but one in particu- lar concerned me. We happened to find the poster for the eve- ninghs revelry. The chief amusement for the eve- ning was the ttamateur barber, and as I did not have a haircut for over a month, I thought I needed one. Haircuts were given to anyone for a quarter of a dollar, and for nothing if the per- son was not satisfied. I took a chance, but I did not pay for the clipping I received. If I had not stopped the amateur barber, he would most certainly have shaved my crown. Although this haircut was not superior in quality, it was never- theless a Superior haircut. -J. MUCKERHEIDE. Page Fifty-three