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

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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 .

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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 TRUMPET -q l l , l ' O' j Abraham Lincoln ICCIZNT years have witnessed an intensive study of all the details of Mr. Lincoln's life. No word of his has been too small, no act too trivial, no association too remote to enlist the quick attention of an interested people. The child of pioneers, he was a pioneer himself. The story of his childhood is one of the most stirring in the record of American pioneering. and one of the most pathetic inthe history of the world. The humble Kentucky cabin, without Hoor or window, in which he first saw the light, is as safe from profanation by the instinctive feel- ings of all true citizens of the Republic, as was the ark of the covenant by the written law of the jew. The house in which he lived receives the jealous care of the state to which his re- nown brings its greatest honor, and the to-mb which holds hi's ashes is a mecca to which all lovers of free government, from all nations and in all generations will turn with continually in- creasing devotion. Abraham Lincoln was the child' of the common people. The training for his great work was in the school of poverty and toil. His rough pioneer life opened to him the secret springs of human action. The people of the North had been separated by political discussion and hate. It was not money but brawn which could put down the Rebellion. They were to be united in feeling before an army could be marshalled. His sagacious words, born of his experience in Illinois, did the work. His feeling for the lowly and oppressed was intense, almost consuming. He could treat a stalwart man with indifference, but the cry of a child touched his heart and the pleadings of a woman unnerved him. Abraham Lincoln had a judicial mind. He was just by nature. VVhen the time came, he grasped great events w-ith a firm hand,-which gave confidence, with a kindly spirit, which gained support and with great legal learning, which carried weight. His great mind never departed from its simple creed. The waves of selfishness, of supercilious self importance, of political hate, of bigotry, all beat against him, but the rock stood the storm. In speaking of the character of Abraham Lin- coln it is not permissible to omit a special refer- 'Oh 7 ii? i ence to his wit. It was proverbial and a part of the man. In quick retort, in apt illustrations, in ready humor he had few peers. This accom- plishment is commonly dangerous to public men. but his wit was so pure, so spontaneous, so lacking in i-nvective, that he did not suffer in consequence of it. Indeed it was fortunate that he had, for it came to his aid at crucial junc- tures. It helped to relieve the hours of his despondency, and they were many. It enforced his views. It saved him when at the breaking point. Mr. Lincoln's religious views have been sur- rounded with mystery. An analysils of his religious feelings would doubtless uncover points with which many Christians would not agree. But he came to be an undoubted be- liever in God. in immortality, in the larger liberty. which makes men free. As early as 1860 he wrote to Newton Bateman, superin- tendent of schools in Illinois: UI know that there is a God and that He hates injustice and slavery. I see the storm coming and I know that His hand is in it. If He has a place and work for me, and I think He has, I believe I am ready. I am nothing, but truth is every- thing. I know that I am right, because I know that liberty is right, for Christ teaches it and Christ is Cod. He had a constitutional tendency toward sacred things and an intense emotional nature. an intimate regard for the truth, an inborn reverence for the right, an abiding sense of his dependence upon Cod. All this limited and ex- panded and correlated his other qualities to the development and upbuilding of a great and un- the common character. which safely directed American Republic through the greatest crisis in its history, and perhaps the greatest crisis of free government in the world. An imposing monument has been erected to l,incoln's memory in the beautiful cemetery, at Springfieldg but his position is so secure in the hearts of men, that no monument, however im- posing, can add to his renown. The work of Abraham Lincoln will bear fruit forever. His career is an unceasing inspiration to us. LAURIiNcl': F. Faumfv, '26. u u6- I 77 I