St Ignatius High School - Ignatius Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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X, ii' -P3 is EJ K' iil'Vl.!lvrlv7f ,Y ly ww ' if 7 ' I ll' 5 f p x l f fll ll lf, .tl 1 Too many cooks my spoil the broth, 5 but they always improve the pie. 1. F. O,Kocot1vek9 by BIG BILL KEEFE, '46 Shades of Bennett Cert! It's time for the Prep to come out again. Another year for the students to be tortured by that article known as POT PIE which has come to be an institution in spite oi itself. Since this is the Autumn Issue of the beloved Prep, we sub-title this column: The Corn Harvest If you have been wondering why POT PIE is always last in the Prep, I'll give you the reasons: l. The editors hope that no one will look that far and so will not find it. 2. The editors hope that it will get so far back that sometime it will tall out com- pletely. 3. The editors think that if it were any farther forward the students would stop read- ing right there and read no further. After you read the following works I'm sure you'll agree with me. i' Q 'lr -A' -k Letter From A Campion Student Dear Dad, GueSS what I need moSt ot all! Thats right! Send it along. BeSt wiShes to all. Your Son, Franciili Letter to a Campion Student Dear Son, NOthing ever happens here. We kNOW you like your school. Write us aNOther letter aNOn. NOW we have to say goodbye. Your loving, Dad And now, folks, if you'll pardon my poetry .... The Duck Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond Of a puddle or pond. When it dines or sups, It bottom ups. But don't go way yet! Here's another: Willie put his baby brother In the ice-box. When his Mother Found the darling there, He-'cl become a frigid heir. O happy day! Here's still another that I dug up with my own little hands! There are to me two kinds of guys- And only two-that I despise: The first I'd like to slam Is the bird that copies my exam: The other is the dirty skunk Who covers his and lets me flunk.

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PEACE-TIME CUNSGRIPTIUN: A TIDO-IE OR POISON? by ED zvE1lNA, '46 Proposals for compulsory military con- scription have been much in the news lately, and have stimulated a good deal of caustic comment. Ironically enough it seems to me that everyone and his brother has voiced an opinion on this vital issue-everyone, that is, except those of us who would be the recipients of such training. So now I would like to get in my two cents' worth. If few are influenced by what I have to say, at least I will have the satisfaction of having gotten something off my chest. As I see it, a program of compulsory military training has all the earmarks of an attempt to perpetuate a system of power politics. As a student at St. Ignatius, I have read of the rise and fall of all the great military nations whose aim was to dominate the world. Only recently Germany, Italy. Russia, and France have maintained mighty military machines, but these have not pre- vented wars. Now I find Uncle Sam becom- ing the exemplar of power politics. It is a little disconcerting to me to hear talk about a World Organization for Peace and Security through Law, and then to find that I am to be regimented in the greatest military machine this country or the world has ever seen functioning in time of peace. To my mind Christian principles and the moral code must ever be the keystone of the arch through which the world must pass to universal peace. A system of compulsory training means that we are going to rely on our own power and strength to keep the peace. We have little confidence that other nations will live up to the moral code and keep their promises. It looks to me as if we have abandoned the idea that there is an almighty God, and that His laws are the standard not only for the individual, but also for all nations. Think of Our Lord's warning that the one who takes the sword will perish by it. Is not the fate of Italy and Germany a proof of that prophetic warning? Religious teachers insist that the greatest danger in a peace-time military program of the sort proposed is the moral harm that will result. At home under parental guidance and scholastic supervision we are better able to choose companions, while the army life presents little opportunity to cultivate friendships from which spiritual benefits will be derived. Certainly we will be less able to reject the companionship of less desirable buddies As I see it, the proposed system of com- pulsory military training is another one of those inroads on family life so prevalent in our modern times. It is an interruption in the normal procedure jarring us loose from natural home ties that is bound to have serious repercussions. I know that in time of war such sacrifices are essential, but I cannot overlook the effects of these abnor- mal conditions on generations to come. And yet there are those who would make these irregular conditions in times of emer- gency the normal procedure in time of peace. Our education has taught us that moral as well as physical and mental de- velopment is essential to a proper world order founded on Christian principles. As a senior at St. Ignatius I begin to discern that my training has emphasized man must first conquer his inner impulses to pride, envy, vengeance, and self-glory before he can find a way to compel respect for the collective will of human society. I do not think that compulsory military service in peace time would inculcate this philoso- phy of life and make for the well-rounded and well-balanced man.

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Ho hum! I guess I'm just talented! Since this issue is devoted partly to the good ol' Frosh, I thought it would- be real nice to put in a joke about one of the members of the Class of '49, Mr. McWilliam: A man has X travel. He goes A miles by boat, B a train, and C miles he walks. he cycles. Now, how far does he Sansonetti: D, E, F, G, H, I, I, K, O, P, Q. R, S, T, U, V, W miles. miles to miles on The rest cycle? L, M, N, Since you liked that one so much, here's another in honor of the Frosh: Mr. Kehres: Who was sorry when the Prodigal Son returned? Canavan: T h e fatted calf. if -lr 'A' -k 'A- It is rumored that Giblin thinks that H20 is hot water, and CO2 is cold Water. im, 'I' i' i' 'k i' S p e a k i n g of chemistry, in the chemistry manual there is a direction reading: Chlorine gas is very injurious to the human body, and the following e x p e r i m e n t s should therefore be performed only on the teacher. 'k i i' i 'K ! 'rl O out looking up. She was dead y'know. 'k i 'k 'A' i' Moe Cox is still trying to find out what is the opposite of horse. Anyone having information on this subject please Contact him immediately. Moe intends to start work- ing on the opposite of cow as soon as he gets the horse problem answered. 1' i' 'k i' 'k Since you liked those poems of mine so well, I thunk up another for you: A painter who lived in Great Britain Interrupted two girls with their knitain. He said with a sigh: That park bench -well Igh lust painted it! - right where you're sittain! 1' 'k 1' 1' K T h e c o l o r e d p r e a c h e r was describing the bad place to a congregation of awed listeners. Friends, he said, you've seen mol- ten iron coming out of the furnace, haven't you? It is white hot, sizzling, and hissing. Well, ' V503 Wit Q6 y 4 I'm putting this in because I'm a bit short on spend- ing money: Paid Ad LOST: A lead pencil by Iennie Iones, blonde, blue eyes, five feet four inches, good dancer. Finder please call Main l234 be- tween 2 and 5 in the afternoon. 'k 'k i' 'A' i Here's one that I put in to honor our gallant allies in their tight little isle: Lord Higginbottom was reading the Lon- don Times in his club when a friend re- marked, Understand you buried your wife this morning. Had to, old chap, drawled Lord H. with- 32 and the preacher pointed a long, lean finger at the crowd . . . Well, in the place I'se talking about, dey use dat stuff for ice cream! 'k 1' 'k 'A' 'k The reason why no woman ever marries the man in the moon is because he makes only a quarter a week, gets full once a month, and stays out all night. 'k 'k i i i' And so . . . adieu! In some things they finis , In some the curtain flops, In others they say exit . . . But personally I just stops.