St Gabriels High School - Archangel Yearbook (Hazleton, PA)

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The TRUMPET l 1 i 1 A music teacher is Bonnie, McGeehin, to be exact, And in teaching, as per always, She uses the greatest tact. The schoolman rang a tiny bell, The children filed in lineg The teacher, Bet Feeney , loved them well, And they liked her just fine. Etta Kehoe is touring the country, up and downg Sl1e's doing Social Welfare Work, and by it, has won renown. The honored joseph Brislin, president of our class, Is a civil engineer supremeg There are no11e Joe can't surpass. Another wish granted, I'm glad to say, On a horse is galloping along, Saucer , a riding cowboy gayg X1Vho raises his voice in carefree song. Des , the detective of our class, Was revising the works of Holmes: VVhile Mary McNertney, her twin and chum, Lectures on Shelley's Poems. A vision of beauty now greets my gaze The waters have shown me a different phase: Peg McMenamin's kneeling in chapel ..... a nun, Whose work for God's glory is never done. Like slowly changing music, a Spanish garden looms. Flo Hoben is kneeling as she scoops The soil to plant sweet blooms. A busy ollice seems to appear The lake quite closely I must scang I see Joe Jacobs pictured there, A very successful business man. A stage agleam with mellow light The glass-like stream portrays: In concert is Lynchy with violin And O! how that man plays. It does not show within the pool What the future holds for me, But patiently I'll wait and try To bear what is to be. The lake has gone and l've seen the IHSI, The dream Qfor 'twas9, grows nazy As in the future does the past. And as a conclusion, I hope and fondly pray That our prosperous futures one and all, Begin this very day. Dokls lXflCKENNA, '26, P1'opl1f!r'ss. E701

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The TRUMPET -o i l l I 1 1 T IQ.. lie llzrnngh my lips to 1ma7c'i1ln'm'd mrlh, The trumpet nf u f1rnpl1m'y. Sometime ago I had a dream, A stranger has ne'er been toldg I wandered through woods, and my guide, a stream, Led me on to a lake so old, That it seemed to belong in a fairyland. I rested awhile on a mossy mound, Strewing pebbles idly with my hand, One fell into the lake with a tinkling sound: The result, even now, I can scarce understand: The placid lake turned to a mass of soft waves, And its voice with all echo as hollow as caves, Proclaimed, that all visions which therein I saw, Would come true, And astonished, I gazed, rapt with awe: At first I saw the clear, blue skies, Then an aeroplane came into sight And the pilot, I scarcely could trust my eyes, Was Mulherny, renowned for his height. Next I saw a hospital, and from the men's ward mergin', Indeed, it was Stretch Martin, the famous surgeon. world-wide A large auditorium, filled, yea, packed Was the scene next to greet my gaze: Larry Farley never an audience lacked WVhen he warbled his roundelays. Attorney at Law the private door says, That the limpid pool now reveals: It opens, and Michael johnson comes out With a client close at his heels. john Brennan always wanted to be A sailor on the deep, blue sea. The wavelets softly murmured yes , Which meant that he'd do as he wished, I guess. A dancing school equipped in style. Ed Bunsa is the teacherg The classic dance is declasse, But the Charleston is a feature. Who is that teacher in tortoise-shell glasses Toiling and delving with high school Math. classes, Her hair is ebony black and shorn, Why, that's Marie Campbell, as sure as you're born. SHEl,l.l'IY. Matt Leib, a successful financier, Is keeping his prim little sec at work: VVhile she took his dictation, I saw, how queer, 'Twas really our Mary. Not Corrigan ,.... Cork . I next beheld a woman who was busily at workg She was writing clever journals, 'twas none other than Kitty Burke. There seems to have been an accident, A nurse is rushing to the scene To give first aid to the injured gent, NVhy the nurse is Rec jordan, perfection's queen. The injured man was Thomas Kelley, A retired merchant on a trip to Hazleton, his old home town, And without recognition, he looked with a frown And saw the cause of the terrible jar And there on the step of the Mcfkdoo bound VVas his classmate, the motorman, safe and sound, NVho merrily grinned. 'Twas Trolley Carr. The policeman I noticed for the first time Tom Sheridan, so strong and tall: He tossed in the air a brand new dime, Then took his classmate to City Hall. But luckily, Jimmy Garrahan, a lawyer who always saves his man, Rushed to headquarters in fighting mood, Determined to save his pals if he could. As if int'rested in the story too, The placid lake followed the four right through The streets of the city, and at the station, The mayor, Bert Browny , saw with elation, His fellow classmen all in line And was thinking the time they'd have, how fine It would be to have a reunion gay. But then he heard Tom Sheridan say, Public disturbance and accident, sir , And good-natured Browny , Cnow this is no slurj I saw in the lake that he gave a sign And his friends were acquitted for auld lang sync. Advice to the lovelorn given while you wait. I see Peg Riley hanging that sign on a quaint and creaky gate. i691

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.Ql i 1 The TRUMPET l Q.. U Last Will cmd Testament Ii, THE Commercial Seniors of '26, are about to depart from this, our beloved St. Gabriel's, and venture forth to seek our fortune in various ways, to reap as we have sown, with an overflowing love for our Alma Mater, and devotion to our beloved Sister and companions, we do hereby publish this, our last Will and Testainent. VVe relinquish to those we leave behind many secrets, we entrust to them many treasures, and bequeath to them many pleasant times, which we can retain only in the web of memory. To the class of 1927 we leave our motto, lixcelsior, which, if lived up to, will bring them great success. To Grace Ferry, Catherine Czarick leaves all the mirrors in her possession, as Catherine will be'out in the business world and will not be able to look at herself as often as she did dur- ing the shorthand period. Helen Morris bequeaths to Robert Oakes her shorthand book which she knows will be greatly appreciated by him. Isabel McCann leaves that friendly way which so becomes her to any junior who desires it. Mary Farrell wills her beautiful marcel to llelen Heaney and hopes that the storms of her Senior year will have no effect on the waves. Norah Boyle bequeaths to joseph McFadden, her rate of speed in everything. fBe careful, bloseph, or you may break Norah's great recordj. Ellen Donahue leaves to john Tormay her working sheets which were too nume1'ous to count. Mary Cortez leaves to John Conahan her ability to laugh away cares and her excuses for being tardy. -Qi I Mary Repanshek leaves to Grace Reckenwaldt her skill in reading shorthand whether she had the notes or not. To Paul Thompson, Joseph Romanchek bestows his intensive application to bookkeeping. John Brislin wills to James Dunnigan, slr., his talkative manner. CT he class will then know that you are presentj. John Walsh leaves to blames llunnigan, Sr., his perfect attendance record and hopes that james will take better care of it than he has. Anna Monahan wills to Verna Gladis her perfect touch on the typewriter. Manus Gallagher wills to Mickey Gallagher his intellectual air and his gift of asking ques- tions, a characteristic Gallagher trait. VVilliam Miller leaves his everlasting jolliness to Francis Donovan. Mary Felock bequeaths to Laura Ciilson her pep and all her guesses during a shorthand recitation. Mary McFeeley bequeaths to Mary Roman her motto, Still waters ought to and do run deep. Angeline Costabile bestows on Anna O'Don- nel her love for study. To the rest of the juniors we bestow the task the tables which of dusting and straightening they will find necessary more than once a day. To our beloved teacher we leave our parting gift-gratitude-gratitude for her patience, her labor and her example. United under the colors of green and gold, we give from the fullness of our hearts, our love, our admiration and our appreciation, and the fervent promise of con- tinual devotion and fidelity to the high and cherished ideals of the Sisters of Mercy. Isanm. MCCANN, '26, Comimwrial. 1 i l7ll