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

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f w N 333-3-3-3-3-3-3-3H33Qfg T 1 EQC ascE-e-cz-e-cz-e-ae-a-cz-e-c Olhvrry Q'Lamp VERY September, when the school year com- mences anew, and when the fellows come back from vacation, everyone has a different story to tell of some work he has done during the sum- mer. There is a great variety of work done by students-during vacation, and cherry picking hap- pened-to be one rather strange work that I did. Cherry picking does not seem queer to me, but I was surprised to discover the ignorance many peo- ple have of the cherry country. Most of the sour cherries raised in our coun- try come from the upper peninsula of Door County, Wisconsin, beginning on the north shore of Sturgeon Bay and extending many miles north- ward. Statistics show that there are approxi- mately 500,000 cherry trees in this regionethat is saying nothing about the 200,000 apple trees and the many other fruit trees. The camp at which I worked is located on the Door County fair grounds, and is operated under the supervision of HThe Cherry Harvestersi As- sociation at Sturgeon Bay. The pickers work in the orchards of the growers belonging to this association. Cherry picking is by no means a Nsnap, as you would say in modern slang. Although it can- not be called hard labor, it has many hardships connected with it and is often very discouraging to young pickers. To begin with, the weather is very disagreeable to one not accustomed to it. The days are hot, but the nights are cold, and just after a picker is beginning to find rest for his aching back and sunburned shoulders at night, he suddenly wakes as a cold draught blows through the canvas bunk he is sleeping on. The next morning the sound of the bugle at six oiclock is about as welcome to a Hcherry snapper as the sound of first bell is to a seminarist, or the buzz of the alarm clock is to a young man Hthe day after the night before.H The orchards are assigned to the different groups after breakfast, which task is generally finished before seven oteloek. If one is assigned to an orchard several miles distant, much time is lost in going out there and in coming back on trucks. At the orchard several four-quart pails are given the picker, and I assure you that there is no pail filled for which the picker does not earn his few cents, for when the trees are large and not heavily laden with fruit, picking them clean is slow and difficult. Dinner consists of a few sandwiches and some sweetmeats to go with them. It often happens, during the course of the day, that when one has a good start and intends to pick 100 quarts that day, a sudden ruin breaks outefor Sturgeon Bay always has these unexpected showerseund spoils picking for the rest of the day. Such are the trials of a picker. Cherry Camp, however, also has its bright side. When a picker is assigned to an adjacent orchard with small trees heavily laden, he can pick many more quarts in a day because of the early start in the morning and because he can pick later in the afternoon. In a place like this, picking is a real joy. After supper, which is the heavy meal of the day, the long summer evenings furnish many joys and amusements. There is ample time and space to give every boy a chance to play indoor base- ball every evening. After it becomes too dark to play indoor any longer, one or another group of boys usually presents a program before the grandstand on the grounds. On Wednesday and Saturday nights we were permitted to go where we pleased, but had to be back at 9:30 P. M. Sun- day was always a day of rest and enjoyment. All of the boys were permitted to go to their churches in the morning, and the board of directors always gave us some entertainment in the afternoon. They took us to the bay to go swimming several times, and once we were taken to visit the HUnited States Coast Guard Station at the out- let 0f the channel, which connects Sturgeon Bay with Lake Michigan. This was a very interesting and educative trip. Cherry Camp, like all places of that nature, has its good and its disagreeable phases. Taking all things in all, however, I think that the good points win. Of course, every cherry picker will remember with sorrow the high trees, the rainy days, the cold nights and the dreadful blast of reveille; but he can never forget the small trees which seemegi almost a solid mass of red, the in- door baseball games, theevening entertainments, the swimming trips, and the soft notes of taps which summoned him to sleep. And in the end, when his final reward, his pay check, .comes, there is no one who leaves Cherry Camp'without :1 happy heart and pleasant memories. -JAMES W. LANG, ,28. Page Sixty-four

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f M N D'IEDEa'EO-ED 3-20-20 -:-:9 +10 :53 Eogig 1 E 12C E :qe-cz-cz-e-e-e-eoz-a-e-cac ilnalt 311 a $lnrinua Eyeling? When you wake up in the morning And you hear the old bell pealiug, And you begin to think of Greeke 0h, isnt it a glorious feeling? When youlre called up in your English class, And you blush like a boll that ts healing. When the Prof says, l t Thatls enough from youlte Isnlt it a glorious feeling? When you start a-walking up the stairs, To the dormitory safely stealing, And youtre caught in the act by one you feare Ishlt it a glorious feeling? When the day of the exams arrives, You sit with your poor brain reeling, And the Prof. comes in with a teasing smilee Isntt it a glorious feeling! But when the mouth of June comes on, Aud all the birds are Milling, And every exam is passed and gone-- 0h, isnlt it a glorious feeling! eANTHONY ZUKAITIS. Elite Wintergreen God made the four seasons, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, He sent them one after another Upon this earth, each to remain Here for at three mouthst reign. When the Wluterls reign was 0,67', There came the Spring, atud said, ttBrother Winter, your way you must tread. Angrtly the Winter packed his ice and snow, And stole the green bulls Spring had sown. Spring could no longer endure this, So lt went to God to tell Him of the Winter. Then God called Winter and Spring together; He gave to Winter the greens he preserved, And thus the story of the wlutergreeu we heard. eFRANCIS HODACH. E112 $mrr2h heart nf 312mm 0h, Sacred Heart of Jesus, Burning with love for me, Keep my heart on fire Always with love for. Thee. I am a poor, poor sinner, Who needs Thy love so much; Oh, please be ever hear me, For I need Thy soothing touch. 0h, Sacred Heart of Jesus, Who spilt Thy Blood for me; Please cause me in my trials To suffer them all for Thee. 'eJOSEPH SCHWAB. Page Siwty-three

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esoEa-sa-sp-s-s-Eo-Eaa-sadel ERCE Eye-e-e-e-cz-cz-eae-cz-e-e-c w: $21115 frnm thvrrlaaamm Eh? 5711mm garment 1FTER supper, on the evening of June 31st, 1923, my mother and I packed our satchels and pre- pared for a trip to Chicago the next morning. We were to celebrate the Fourth of July in that great city. It was to be my first time away from home. My joy was so great that it seemed to me as if the long longed-for time would never come. About eight otclock several of my friends came over to the house and asked me to accom- pany them to the railroad tracks about three blocks from our house. I obtained motherts con- sent, but before I went she warned me not to get into any trouble which in any way could shat- ter our plans. When we arrived at the railroad tracks we looked at the various colored and decorated auto- mobiles which were on the flat cars, and which were sent to Sheboygan for the Fourth of July celebration. We also took great delight in walk- ing on the tops of the box cars. Soon a freight train came along, and as it slowly moved 011 one could see that the smoke which came from its chimney left, so to say, a smoke screen. As it passed us, we counted the freight cars. I took great pleasure in this when suddenly some black smoke got into my eyes, making it difficult for me to see. I walked back- wards toward the highway and into the road. Sud- denly I was thrown to the ground, and I felt two wheels run over my legs. I screamed, and my companions, upon hearing my cry, came and helped me to my feet, but it was to no avail. I could not stand upon them for the pain was too great. In the meantime the driver of the auto- mobile had escaped without even stopping to see whether he had killed me or not. My friends carried me home, and Dr. Junck was summoned. The doctor arrived, and after a brief examination said that some bones in my legs might be fractured, so he set my feet in braces. The next morning I was taken to the hospital, where an X-1'ay of my legs was taken. The pic- tures disclosed that both my legs were fractured. The doctor then set my legs 'into casts. For two whole months I remained in the hos- pital. I did not mind the pain in my legs so much as the pain in my heart, for my accident had shattered motherts hope of ever again seeing Chi- cago. The last time she was there was ten years ago. But I have determined that when I fins ish my course of studies, she shall have the pleas- ure of seeing Chicago, and many other large cities as well. eJOSEPH W. JUKNIALIs, t28. Q'aning anh thing ,Twas in September, 1 well remember, That I came to the Seminary. The time has sped by, Now summer is nigh, And we shall depart. But when school starts, We will return again. -JOHN RYAN, t30. 3-329-333-th l 9 2 '2' jmee-G-cs-caeg 13-5 s-a-za-msagg Page Sixty-five