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

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.mk f N vga-zo-Ep-s-za-zo-zo-za-Eogci TIERCE Knes-czcz-E-cz-cz-cz-ez-a-cz-ec ujlf If men who scoff, loved Jesus, And if this love were great, Thereld be no place among us For envy, lust, or hate. If blows were but caresses And bitter oaths but prayers, The lot which each possesses Would be devoid of cares. If people would not hasten To pass the beggar by, The bonds of love would chasteu Their souls for God on high. If men would give no scandal, And women tell no tales, The peace of the Immortal Would rule the hills and uales. If each would love the other As he, himself, would love, To men hte be a brother, A saint to God above. Each day would then be brighter, And every one would slug, For hearts are always brighter Where Christ, the Lord, is King. F. W. KEENAN. Row of Evergreens. 6.3g- -cz-c-:-c.ca-caas- G-s as-Ecvs-anavzar-s-gg: Page Fifty-eight l 9 2 7 ng-czaveee-ee-g-G-G

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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

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f V yaa-s-g-s-a-g-s-a-sssggl EEC E- ?:ch-cz-cz-cz-cz-cz-caoz-cz-cz-ca-c 5hr 'Gih'herlz Anthem The steel joist is a wonderful invention, Built to stand a great amount of tension. Made of rods ten and twenty feet long, So as to be both firm and strong. It is used in church buildings high, Whose towers point into the sky; It is not cumbersome, and is light, So as to stay in place firm and tight: The use of the steel joist is still new, But soon it will be used by not a few, In the works of the human race, As it is swung high into place. eSYLVESTER KLEIN. GIhriafz Nativitg 0, what a night, Maternal Queen! How dark and still is all the earth! Bringing to light the Light unseen, e Thou hast redeemed us by His birth. It was the kindness of His love That threw the gates of heaven 0178,, To send Him to us from above, An answer to our begging hope. Ah, there was peace in your abode; And making man His only heir, His graceain vast profusion flowed When He embraced you kindly there. IGNATIUS PACZOCHA. 09m mnthpr nf imrpphml igrlp When joys depart, and sorrows come, And life seems but a fading rose, When health departs, and ills benumb, Is she not there to heal our woes? When books become an endless bore, And school an endless day, And we her tender care implore, Is she not there to smooth our way? When all the world is down on us, And even chosen friends forsake; When former chums our faults discuss, Does she not of our grief partake? When robes of sin enwrap our hearts, And we are fast becoming base; When innocence of soul departs, Does she not lead us back to grace? Cohfirling, then, to Thee we prai, 0 Mother of Our Lord on high, That we for aye may tread the way, Where beauty, grace, and splendor lie. eFRANCIS ESCHW'EILER. aaa-s-sssoq l 9 2 75:93-56 ng-ca-c-z-a-z. Page Fifty-nine