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

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The TRUMPET Q. l nn I Q ,N B .-,xT3wl1 k--it 4 SXXAXX 3 'Yeast DAYDRE:XlVHNG THE DAISY For me, the life of an idler free, The beauties and joys of the world to see,' .4 home, a yacht, a car to ride, And no one ever near to chide. 'IAMES M. CARR, '26, -IF AGE BUT COULD l'd just love a dollie with deep blue eyes, A big baby dollie that sleeps and cries. lrlflzose long curly locks, of a bright golden hue, Glitter in sunlight,-it says mamma, too. AGNES G. IXJCGEEHIN, '26. EVEN-TIDE The beauty of the sunset seems to me Like many-colored layers of throbbing light Which fades, as twilight hovers o'er the lea, Preparing earth for slztm-brons star-lit night. DoRls M. R. MCKENNA, '26, WHICH! .-In easy thing there be: ay two. To stay from school and break the rule. Of hard things there be more: ay three. Latin which we have to work, Study which will always lurk, Religion which we sometimes shirk. THOMAS A. SIIERIDAN, '26, DAYS llfhy cannot we the days forget l'Vhich fate will never more restore. Oh the days so happy, too good to last, Days that are now sweet memories past. CATH1-:RINR HURKI-1, '26, A dab of white, a dab of yellow, Looking kind'a lazy. Over yonder in the field, Stands the lonely daisy. LAURENCE F. FARLICY, '26. A PH ILOSOPHER We may laugh when our hearts are sad, We may crowd all our griefs in a smile, W'e may be joyful, happy and glad, But our so-uls mourn in anguish the while MARIE R. CAMPBELL, '26 THE STUDENT Oh for a brook and a spot serene, Il herc the birds 'mid the trees all dwell, ll'here natnre's creatures live unseen, lflfhere low breezes sweet stories tell. BERNARD j. BROWN, '20 CLOUDS High above -its slowly sailing, The fleecy clouds drift by, Veiling the azure-hired hea1'ens, Beyond the 'wintry sky. MARGARET A. MCNERTNIQY, '26 OH! FOR A PEN Oh for a pen, a magic pen, That would place me in the hall of fame With power to move the hearts of men, And render immortal my unknown name NIARY R. MQNERTNEY, '26 -oQ 1 1 1 E751

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The TR UMPET Q.- GOOD JUDGMENT Good judgment correctly measures all the prevail- ing conditions in a pupil's daily work and prompts the right action at the right time. No matter how much a pupil may know, if he docs not exercise his knowledge with a good comprehension of all that the teacher tries to give him, and of everything in- volved in his work, he will blunder. Another pupil having perhaps less knowledge of his work, but with zeal and anxiety to consider and take advantage of all the teacher thinks important for him to know, exercises good judgment, saves himself much labor, and his teacher much time. The value of the instruc- tions given him will depend largely on the faithfulness and good will work. A pupil should regard the performance of his duties, as if he were a teacher with the best interests of the pupil at heart. This will insure for him the greatest efficiency in his work, and will be his greatest asset toward personal success. ELLEN DONAHUE, '26, Commercial. A TRIBUTE O Seniors! our Seniors! your course in school is rung You've played the game, and played to wing the prize you sought is won. The doors of happy school life close, and you must venture through The portal that is open to lead to tasks anew. O Friends of the days of yore! We're sorry it must be, But even though you're far away You'll ne'er forgotten be. O Seniors! our Seniors! when through Life's school You 80, And when in its stern battle-ranks, you face both friend and foe, Remember us through all the years as friends sincere and true Who, at this last sad parting, now bid godspeed unto you. COMMERCIAL JUNIORS. UNUSUAL! I worked and worked for hours three, As busy as a bee, I did my very, very best To lead the speeding test. And when the morning came at last, My heart was beating fast, And when the school bell rang for class, I was a frightened lass. I thought when I should reach the room I was to meet my doom, But teacher said, We'll have no test, I know you need a rest. ANGELINE COSTABILE, '26, Commercial. with which he carries out his daily. PRESERVE YOUR SHORTHAND NOTES Shorthand notes of all work of consequence should This is often a be preserved and properly filed. matter of great importance, and as one can not always be needed, it is, tell in advance what notes may perhaps, well to make it a rule to preserve all short- hand notes. ROBERT JACOBS, '27, Commvrrial. SHORTHAND AND TY PEWRITING No matter how good a stenographer one becomes, if he is not a rapid and accurate typewriter operator, his services will prove of little value in a business office. These two branches go hand in hand and one should be an aid to the otherg but skill in typewriting, without shorthand, may perhaps be made more useful than a knowledge of shorthand without corresponding ability in typewriting. GRACE RECKENWALIIT, '27, Commrrrinl. DON'T TRY EVERYTHING The applicant who answers all advertisements, and claims ability to fill each position, will stand a poor chance of getting an appointment. If you are satisfied that you can fulfill the requirements, put forth your best efforts to prove it. LAURENCE KATTNEII, '27, Comme-rcial. WHO? There is a little fellow Whose hair is neither gray, Nor black, nor brown, nor yellow. What color's left, I pray? There's only red, and red it is, You see him off a mileg But what's the difference when this lad Is from the Emerald Isle? WILLIAM MILLER, '26, Co1nmt'rciaI. Questions by Four Members of the Junior Class: When a business concern has a failure there are generally two kinds of creditors. just a plain creditor and a preferred creditor. Can you tell us the differ- ence? Answer: A preferred creditor knows immediately that he gets nothing while a plain creditor has to wait sixty or ninety days to find it out. MARGUI-:RITE KENNEDY, '27, Commercial. BOY-GIRL-TRAIN It was almost time for the train to go, the boy was bidding farewell to the girl at his side, she looked up into his eyes with adoration for this boy who was going away, not to return forntwo months-which would seem an eternity to her. The sound of the whistle told them it was time for him to go. Kissing him fondly she said, Good-bye, brother Jack! CATHERINE M. BURKE, '26, l 1 1 a- I74l

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The TRUMPET WINTER The skies are dull and east with grey, Chill winter is here for a time. The birds have flown their eager way, Down south, to the warm sunny clime. AGNES G. MCGEEHIN, '26. THE PURPLE AND WHITE The memory of High School days, Forever will keep bright, Our hearts will always sing to praise The dear PURPLE and WHITE. THOMAS A. SHERIDAN, '26. THE SUN AND THE MOON The sun with his great eye, Sees not so much as I. The moon all silver proud, Might best be in a cloud. MARY B. CORRIGAN, '26. WHEN? Mine be a mansion, nestled in the trees, A beautiful stone-gray structure beside the seas. A group of stately sycamores a-sway, And a silvery gray yacht, afloat in the bay. EDWARD A. LYNCH, '26. A DREAM Mine be to write sweet poems, with ease About pretty pictures or dear little homes. My friends pick up their pens and write, ll'hile I have to sit and think all night. MARY B. CORRIGAN, '26, TROUBLESOME THOUGHTS We often sit and ponder, Grieve and worry and fret, Afraid that something may happen, But it hasuft happened yet. ETTA M. KEHOE, 26. SUNRISE In the East the light appears, The shadows steal away. The hills and vales awaken, At the birth of another day. josrivu P. MULIIERIN, '26. HAVOC The spell was cast and silence reigns, U pon the stillness wafts the strains, A shattered bridge, the cry within, 'Twas just the bridge of a violin. AGNES G. MCGEEIIIN, '26. A TRAGEDY lVith a leap he sprang upon her, In a dark corner of the house, A weird cry pierced the darkness, For the cat had caught a mouse. MARY R. MCNERTNEY, '26. THE FOOTBALL STAR Stretch lllartin was a shining star when on the high school team, His tackling was ferocious, his blows had lots of steam. lrVhen Martin took the pig-skin ball beneath his clutching arm, We kept a special nzan to ring an ambulance alarm. .S'tretch hit the line, ran around the end like wild bulls amuck, The other side would shiver when they saw him start to buckg And when the rival halfback tried to stand him on his head The lineman called an armistice to carry out the dead. Stretch had the size, he had the speed, his nerve would never yield, You ought to see him grab the ball and clamber up the field, Indeed there was a standing bet which no one dared to call, That Stretch could make his distance through a ten-inch iron wall. But .S'tretch,'s high school days are passed and every heart is sore, They weep to think that Martin will buck the line no more, Not so with him, in dreams he see the held of golden fame Where he would buck for glory in dear old St. Gabriel's name. THOMAS A. SHERTDAN, '26. l Q.. . I 76 1 .