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

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K N :33-3-3-3-3-3-3-3 330261 E 12C E ?chz-oz-cz-e-cz-cz-ee-e-cz-5-: A $innm'5 laraypr 0 Jesus dear, I kneel in prayer, before Thy little crib, and pray that Thou wilt see My love for Thee, which burns incessantly. 0, wonder not that pardon I implore, For I am human, but my sins deplore; And having sinned, m sorrow come to Thee, My Savior and my King. Have clemency 011. me, that Thee fore'er I may adore. 0 Jesus dear, 0 harken to my prayer. Pve wondered 0ft; and could not comprehend Why Thou to earth didst come, to share and bear My cross, which I must carry to the end. I hold Thee ever as a jewel most rare, And kneeling down in adoration bend. y-JOSEPH CIMBALNIK. En $731M Alngaiua Dear Saint, enthraned in heavhh above, 0, faithful patron of all youth, Come down and teach us how to serve The God Whom we have learned to love. It ts true wehve often gone adrift, Wehve caused His Heart to ache and pain; But He can understand our wash- 0, help us to our souls uplift. In this our struggle here on earth, Where man and hell are waging war, Please ask Our Lord to send His grace, 1'0 make us of eternal worth. -JOHN CONNORS. A Fall Day. GQE-E-G- tE-E-E-E- t . Page Fifty-six

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K L x. yEoED-Eo-Epa-zb-za-zo-QEOSQSI EEC E ?Eje-e-e-E-e-cz-caacz-e-G-e-c unintentionally moved the acid near the torch. The next minute the acid exploded, burning my hands, neck, and the right side of my face. I was immediately rushed to the first aid room, and from there to the hospital. The doctor bandaged my neck and hands and washed my face with alco- hol. Then he told me to go home and rest up a bit. The next morning I reported to work as usual, and as I was lighting the gas torch Peter came to me and said: HSay, Joe, I won't let you take another chance on getting burnt or having your head blown off; go to the stock room and help Mr. Wagner fill out orders. I thanked him for transferring me to the stock room, where the work was less dangerous and bur- densome. 1 shall never forget his kind act toward me, and as long as I live I shall always be will- ing to show him my appreciation. Thoughtful foremen are.rare specimens of man- hood, and the kindness which was prompted by my accident shall never be forgotten. Some day I hope to be able to help this friend in some way or another. eJOSEPH CIMBALNIK. E11119 $anrtuary 111mm: When evening throws the mystic veil 0f darkness oter the far-off West, No sound is heard from hill or dale, For all the earth has gone to rest. But one a lonely vigil keeps, Before the mansion 0f the King. All through the long and lonely night, While slow the hours seem to go, It waits and watches, and its light Shines on with soft and steady glow. So strange that no one else should watch Before the mansion of the King. It is a silent sentinel, And never from its place is gone; No task has eter been done so well. From morn till night, from dark till dawne Forever faithful to its trust, Before the mansion 0f the King. eRAYMOND FETTERER. a- - sagassaez 1927 A2396 9-93-35 3-303 Page Fifty-five

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, f A. N7 ozoEb-Eo-Ep-Eo-zb-zo-zo-zo sgqigl E 12C E ?:uoeczee-cz-aee-e-eoca-c Exits If you enter a theater, right above the door you,ll see In a little red container, Exit, there, for you and me; This is just one kind of exit, which is there above the door, But Poe known other exits, which have meant a great deal more. The first one I remember happened quite awhile ago; ' I was playing with a pop-gnnt, and I tried my skill to show; So I raised and atmed it at the cat, just to have a little fun; Father entered from behtndethat was HEactt Number One. When I was a little older, I came late to school one day; It was in the early Springtime, in the gentle month of May; Teacher, being angry, said, ttltve had enough of you; Then I hurried home to motherethat was ttExit Number Two. One day company came to dinner-wotMr had me all dressed up; I was reaoh-in-g for a cookie, and upset my coffee cup. Then I became excited, and Father looked at me; Soon I went upstairs a-hustltng-that was HEwit Number Three. When I enter a theater, and see exit signs around, My heart begins to flutter, and it gives a little bound, For I always am reminded of tncidents like these, When I used to get in trouble, though I only meant to please. EDMUND STUMPF. Eh? CWT with 1115 Comer Across the steaming fields, just lately white With winterts festive blanket, comes the spring Amid the harmony of birds, and bright With new-born flowers which together cling In splendid colored groups, while Heaven's King, Attraeted by the glad procession, looks In half indulgent pleasure on the thing; He sends Hts warming rays into the nooks, And takes them back from sparkling diamond- su-rfaced brooks. eROBERT A. KEMP. . .5. -. .. -. -6. -G'G 33-3.3v3$m l 9 2 7 jm-aczse-g-e-c-z-aicz-a-a 59-33 a 9 a 3Q Page thty-seyen