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

Text from Pages 1 - 32 of the 1947 volume:

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Poem .......,,....... . . . Any Way You Want .. Homecoming .....l................,..... St. Francis of Assisi, Troubador of Christ . . . Dead-End ...,.....,................,... . . An Anti-Russian Christmas . . . . . Christmas Gift Cpoernl .,... , , One Day To Live 1947 Football League Games , . . A Poem ...,.. .... . . . I ohn Minster Leslie Schnierer . .Lawrence Cox . . Patrick Navin . . Dick Williams . . Gerald Foley Gerald Sbarboro ,.... Ben Hudik . . Dick Williams . . Sports Editors . . . Iohn Coyne The Gift Is Love .... .... I ohn Messitt Trees to Tribunes . . . ,. Poem ........l........ . . . A Tale Worth Telling . . . ...... . . . . Freshman Night . . Philip Brankin Leslie Schnierer ..... Iack Carr . Richard Burke Pot Pie ..,...... . . . Rich Keele and lim Quilter THE IGNATIUS PREP is published once each semester by and lor the students of St. Ignatius High School. Staff: Editor-in-chief, Lawrence Cox, '48, Associates, Charles Nolan, '49 and Robert Majeske, '49, Feature Editor, Iarnes Galvin, '49, Assistants, Philip Brankin, '49 and Robert Blakley, '50, Fiction Editors, lack Karr, '48 and Gordon Gay, '48, Assistants, Iohn McCabe, '49 and Iohn Messitt, '51, Senior Class Editor, Mark Hogan, '48, Assistant, Iohn Coyne, '48, Under Class Editor, Ray Zvetina, '50, Assistants, William Foley, '49 and Richard Burke, '51, Sports Editor, lack McSherry, '48, Assistants, Iohn Cella, '48, Dick Williams, '48 and Ed Condon, '49, Pot Pie, Richard Keele, '48 and Iames Quilter, '48, Art Editor, Iohn Minster, '49, Assistants, Donald Shaughnessy, '49 and Martin Kuhnernan, '49, Typists, Patrick Navin, '48, Michael Hussey, '49, Iohn O'Donnell, '50 and Pierre Dowd, '50. 3 X O ye Three Magi from afar Led to lesus by a star, Behold Him Who is Regent ot The earth and all the heavens above. Adore Him Who is King ot Kings, Almighty Master ot all things. -LESLIE SCHNIERER, '49 ng ay on Mfanf... by LAWRENCE COX, '48 tlHis eyes-how they twinlcled! His dimples, how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry, His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as snow. On the night of December 23, l822, Clem- ent Clarke Moore, a New York professor of Divinity, wrote his immortal The Night Before Christmas. How well this poem de- scribes the character we know as Santa Claus, but who throughout the world is known by a different name in every country, Nevertheless the individual Santa Claus of every nation has but one predecessor, Saint Nicholas, bishop of Myra in Lycia. Saint Nicholas was the youngest bishop in the history of the Catholic Church. After his death and canonization, December Sth was designated as his feast day. ln Asia Minor and Southeastern Europe, his feast was celebrated by the election of a boy bishop who paraded through the streets and sometimes took possession of the churches. From December Sth until the feast of the Holy lnnocents, there was much feasting on the part of the children but in general there was an atmosphere of solemnity. However Nicholas still remained the childrens saint. ln Holland and Belgium his feast is cele- brated with local variations. He rides a white donkey and is fully clad in red and white episcopal robes. lf the children have been good, their wooden shoes are filled with gifts, but if they have been bad, a bundle of switches is left in admonition. Protestantism frowned on the honoring of saints, but custom prevailed and St. Nicholas became assimilated in church festivities. Our Dutch ancestors brought their custom from Holland to New Amsterdam where the lonely English colonists borrowed the leg- end and festivities surrounding the feast of St. Nicholas to brighten the cold and bitter nights of barren New England. Confusion or lack of information found the colonists celebrating the Saint's feast toward the latter part of December instead of on the sixth. lust how Saint Nicholas became as- sociated with Christmas is probably due to his imitation of Gods generosity to man at that particular season of the year. The jovial saint is known only in America as Santa Claus. ln early New England, ex- cited children repeated the Dutch words San Nicholaas very fast, and hence the name became Santa Claus. However, the saint did not acquire his reindeer until he came to America. The belief must have come from Norway where the reindeer is comparable to our dog. And it wasn't until 1822 that the animals received their present names from Dr. Moore. Instead of going directly from the Eu- ropean mainland to England where he is known as Father Christmas , Santa Claus went via the American colonies. English children picture Santa Claus as a small fat gentleman, dressed in average British clothes, who toddles down the street on Christmas eve leaving gifts for the children to find the next morning. Probably no other saint enjoys so wide a field of popularity as Saint Nick. And no other country has welcomed him more than America, where children agog with wild an- ticipation eagerly await the annual arrival of their beloved idol, who for them, makes Christmas what it is. omecoming . . . by PAT NAVIN, '48 The shrill, high-pitched note of the New York Flyers whistle blared warningly down the track, as the wind, whistling past my window, rose to a howling crescendo. A fitting night for my arrival, thought l. Me! Bob Adams, once a carefree college lad of twenty and now one of the many derelicts of World War Two. l-lelpless, you ask? Well, no, not quite, l still have two arms and two legs if that's what you mean. After all, a guy can always get himself an artifi- cial arm or leg, but who ever heard of him getting a new pair of eyes? Yep, you've guessed it. l'm blind. An exploding gren- ade tossed by some German over in France caught me when l wasn't looking, at least that's what they told me when l woke up in a hospital back of our lines. But to get on with my story. After l had recovered from shock and had been shipped stateside, the doctors sent me to a place called Avon in Connecticut which was the Army Convalescent Hospital for the blind. Here they helped me to develop my second sight- the age-old sixth sense of the blind -now known as facial vision or sound per- ception. This facial vision, once developed to its fullest extent, will enable me to virtu- ally see objects that are as much as thirty feet distant. Naturally, this system is not infallible and doesn't mean that l can get about as well as ordinary folks, but as soon as l am able to become acquainted with the surroundings, l should be capable enough to walk about under my own power, without bumping into everything. The train is gradually slowing down now and l guess the next stop is mine, it'll surely feel good to get home. Well, a weeks gone by since my return and everyone has been swell. l'm getting around now as well as anybody and natur- ally my confidence has been given a tre- mendous boost, for l've been paid no more attention than my younger brother Ioey, age ten. Yesterday, however, l met my first problem which, as it turned out, gave me a completely new outlook on life. loey's boyfriend, little limmy Blake, came over with a new football to play catch with loey and l happened to be in the yard when he came in the driveway. Before l could make a move, he had thrown the football at me with the cry l'Catch ringing in my ears. The ball hit me squarely on the face before l was able to put up my hands and the unexpected blow staggered me. limmy stood silent, twisting his cap, but finally blurted out, l didn't know you were blind. l'Son, l replied, whether you know it or not, that's about the nicest compliment l've received since l have come home. Sf. splwmcia of .fgfsaifsi Troubador of Christ by DICK WILLIAMS, '48 Note: Dick Williams represented St. lgnatius High School at the symposium in honor of St. Francis of Assisi given at Mount Alvernia High School, October 4, l947. His speech, which won first place, is reprinted here. Francis Bernardone, known to the world as St. Francis of Assisi, first saw the light of day in the year ll82. Of his childhood we know little. But was Francis to remain obscure, to be a backward boy, a shy, un- expressed, forlorn youth, or a unique person- ality, clothed in fine garments, sguandering money wantonly, captivating every girls heart with his poetic talents, crowned the king of the youth of Assisi? This was Fran- cis Bernardone, singer, dashing youth, po- etic minstrel of Assisi. But this was the age of chivalry, of manly interests and Francis had knightly aspira- tions. He desired to win acclaim and honor in the glory of war. Thus, Francis proudly rode through the gates of Assisi hand- somely attired in the regalia of battle, with the proclamation, 'll shall return a prince. Crestfallen, broken-hearted Fran cis dragged himself back into Assisi only two days after his glorious exit. He had had a divine vision. He was not to battle now. He was to await his vocation from God. While under this cloud of uncertainty Francis was nonchalantly riding down the road on a beautiful morning, when he raised his head to find standing in the road-a leper. What should l do? Shall I ride hur- riedly away? Look at those filthy, draining sores all over his body. What shall l do? Suddenly Francis finds the leper in his arms, Francis tenderly kisses his sores, bestowing his money and garments upon this wretched soul of God. ls this Francis Bernardone, the poetic minstrel of Assisi, the imitater of the Province Troubadors? Yes, this is Francis Bernardone, a new Francis Bernardone, ar- dent lover of Christ. Francis turns to look once again upon this bundle of carrion flesh -the leper has vanished! With the speed and brilliance of a light- ning flash the cloud disappears from Fran- cis' mind. This leper whom he embraced was Christ! and Christ he would continue to embrace, to love the rest of his life. Privi- leged was he to give the world a genuine romance. Assisi would still know him as a troubador, but now he would be the trouba- dor of Christ. To Christ would Francis sing his love. But love is expressed in deeds. So he zealously undertakes the rebuilding of a ru- ined church. ln his need for funds Francis sells goods from his father's storehouse. The enraged father violently disowns his son be- fore the bishop. What was Francis' reply to this cruel treatment? '!Father, Francis ut- tered, Father, l give you more even than you desire. Then removing his garments, Francis casts them at the old man's feet, and strode forth into the cold night wrapped only in a cloth. So blazing was his love for lesus!! Assisi's love constantly exulted in the beauties of Gods nature. The troubador of Christ spent his life singing of Gods love. He sang of Christ in the canticle of the ris- ing sun. He sang of Christ in the lullaby of the still water. He sang of Christ whispering in the rolling clouds. He sang of Christ sing- ing in the blazing fire. He sang of Christ in the peace and tranquility of the flowers and trees. He even sang of Christ to the carefree birds in the forests. But Francis' greatest song of love was in his treatment of men, for there his love of Christ glowed white hot. Consuming him- self in loving each man, each individual person, whether it be the Saracen Sultan or the lean, care-worn beggar, the joyful Sa- maritan assisting a neighbor or the ragged robber stripping his victim, Francis com- pletely disarmed him. Each man was a king, Francis his servant. Each man an- other Christ, an exciting personality to be understood, respected, and loved. His con- stant chant was: Your pain is my pain and your joy is my joy. Timidly approaching Francis on the road, a horribly mutilated leper endeavored to kiss the foot of Francis. Francis lovingly lifted the face, almost entirely eaten away by leprosy and kissed it. Behold! standing before Francis was a cleansed, handsome man, a God-like human being. Francis' lov- ing song pierced the silence! My God and My I-Xll !! This was the love of which Francis sang, this the romance which he taught. Christ was in everyone and everyone was loved. Loving Francis, Troubador of Christ, help us to love as you loved, to love every crea- ture for love of Christ. Help us to raise our love to the pinnacle of spiritual purity and not to drag it down to the depths of selfish lusts. St. Francis, help us to share in your ro- mance. DE by GERALD FOLEY. '50 Silhouetted in the cold, gray light of the evil, forboding, silver moon, a man and a loaded pack horse, followed by two dogs that appeared to be half-wolf, moved slowly across the barren stretch of desert. They traveled at a steady, determined pace away from the small town of Sagebrush, Arizona. Ever since the inhabitants could remem- ber, Old l'Nugget Ed had been prospect- ing in the Blue Mountains. These small but treacherous peaks looked down on the fee- ble old man who once more was venturing to uncover the jealously guarded secret of the hills-gold! The mysterious legends of these moun- tains had always been a challenge to the spirit of the old prospector. For twenty years now he had been unsuccessful in at- tempting to hit a vein of the yellow ore. Lately, rumors had been whispered that Ed was getting very close to the gold. He kept his two dogs away from most people and actually spoke to just one man in Sagebrush, This friend was the only hon- est man in town, Roger C. Marshall, M. D. Ed's two wolf-hounds became friendly with the doctor, and would even sniff very po- litely at his boots, instead of leaping for his throat with dripping fangs as was their usual greeting to any other citizen of the community. Nugget Ed had recently confided to the doctor the secret that he was very near the gold he was seeking. Equipment, costing one hundred and fifty dollars, was needed, so Doctor Marshall consented to finance Old Ed's last trip. As the weary prospectors form wcs swal- lowed up by the black night, Roger Marshall suddenly regretted that he had sent the old man on such a fool's errand. Turning away, he shivered as the lonesome wail of a coy- ote shattered the still, evening air ..... Some three hours later, leaping from bed, the doctor rushed for the front door at the sound of gunfire in his front yard. As he threw open the door, his gaze fell upon one of Ed's wolf-hounds lying dead on the ground. The other snarling demon was at the throat of a very hysterical sheriff. Shoot him! The dog's mad! The sher- iff's face, scratched and bleeding, was dis- torted in utter fear. The doctor drew his .44 and shot the dog between the eyes, killing the animal in- stantly. The sheriff, who was badly shaken up, stammered out a confused explanation. I-l was just walkin' through th-the street, when l cum across these two wolves a-howlin' on yer front porch. When they seen me . . . He stopped for a second to regain his breath and rubbed his neck ten- derly. When they seen me, he repeated, they both come a-leapin' fur muh throat. I plugged one, but the other wuz too fast fer me. An' that's when you came out and finished him off. He stood there stupidly, with his bloody shirt half torn open, and one arm badly mangled. Suddenly the doctor spied a leather pouch attached to the neck of one of the dogs. He brushed the sheriff aside and rushed over to examine it. Furnbling with the sealed string, he finally succeeded in opening the folder. From it, he pulled a piece of paper with a few scrawled words. lt read: Please follow the dogs. They will show you where l am. My leg is broke. Doc- l've found the gold at last. Please hurry. l can't last only a few more hours. Only the dogs can find me. Hurry! Ed N ANTI-RUSS AN CHRI TMA by GERALD SBARBORO, '51 It is a cold Christmas in the year l946 in a small Polish village near Warsaw. Walk- ing down the coblestone street is a white- haired, stooped-shouldered Polish peasant. Years in a Russian slave camp brought this condition about, for you see this man is but 32 years old. The peaceful Christmas day is pierced by the shout of a sentry, x'Who goes there? Slowly in a broken voice the peasant re- plies, A Polanderf' The sentry questions him, then finally satisfied, lets him continue on his way. Arriving home, he greets all the family and together they sit down to their rationed Christmas dinner. At the end of the meal the children call for the age-old story of Christmas. The smil- ing-faced father tells of the trials and birth of Christ. Then according to an Old Polish custom the mother of the family brings in oplalitki, a bread made by the church, that is passed out on Christmas. Then all make a wish. The trembling father says, Mama, we are not supposed to have this. The Russian Communists will send us to a prison camp. At that second a hard knock at the door rings through the small house. Fear clutches the hearts of the little family. A Russian voice sounds, Open the door. Une of the children slowly obeys the command and a hard-faced gorilla-like Russian enters. ln a cold voice he asks: What are you doing with that bread? Without waiting for an answer he marches the family to the com- mandant. At the commandant's office a stern-faced Russian officer looks up at the poor family, asks the charges, and then says: 'll want them sent to a slave camp at once as an example for those who do not obey us. So, on this Christmas day of '46 this small Polish family spends it's sacred Christmas in a Rus- sian slave camp, praying for strength to keep their faith. 0 1 12 CAri6fm0z6 in by BEN HUDIK, '48 The snow tluttered gently As T Walked through the park it Was quiet and peaceful, The evening quite dark. Scores ot bright stars Slowly were born, And my soul Was inspired By thoughts ot that morn. Marys arms cradling Christ With Ioseph near by Was the picture l saw As l looked to the sky. 'Tis the gitt supreme To receive Him this Way- His body and blood On this Divine Day. 13 CNE DAY TO LIVE lt was an April morning. The sun filtered through the blue curtains and the blue beams shone on the slumbering form of Frank Talbot. He soon rolled over, opened his eyes and lay there thinking of the day's tasks. Reluctantly he rose, opened his mouth to emit a long yawn, stretched his arms as though to throw off the remnants of his dream and began to wash and dress. Not having to work today, he strolled non- chalantly to the noisy little coffee shop on the corner to eat his breakfast. As he sat there sipping his coffee, he formulated his plans for the day. First he would make his way to the Gypsy's rooming house on Sev- enth Avenue, then he would go downtown to purchase some new clothing. Talbot, a very serious and superstitious young man, believed everything the Gypsy told him. He reveled in her predictions with the giddy joy of an adolescent. On the way he would buy an astrology book at the sub- way station to look up his horoscope. The stars had been indifferent toward him this week. At the ripe age of twenty-three Frank was one of the vast number of persons who con- duct their lives entirely according to fortune- tellers' predictions and the all-knowing stars. He smiled as he thought of the good things the Gypsy had whispered to him over her shining crystal ball. Finishing his breakfast, he made his way to the dingy, dirty, odoriferous rooming house section of Seventh Avenue, plodded along until he came to l3l3 and turned up the stairs as if by force of habit. Frank quickly disappeared into the darkened depths of the dwelling. Good morning, he said, as he closed the squeaky door behind him and slid silently into the chair opposite that of the old Gypsy. Her crafty eyes that shone forth from the wrinkled face sparkled with the anticipation of taking money from this gullible fool. Frank laid his hard-earned ten dollars on the table and at the sight of this the old Gypsy's eyes opened widely, then suddenly became dreamy and melancholy as though she were inhaling a whiff of opium. l-fer eyes turned slowly to the crystal ball, she looked into it and began to speak in a flow- ing voice. Quiet please, the spirits are trying to tell me something. Speak, O spirits, and tell me the future of this young man who sits be- fore me seeking knowledge . . . CShe lin- gered here to keep Frank in suspensel . . . of what is to occur in his life in times to come. What . . . ? Whats that you say about one day . . . ? No, it . . . yes! Frank Talbot has only one day to live. One day to live! One day to live. Frank stared wild-eyed at her, his skin chalk white, his teeth chattering violently. She continued, Tonight at 8:l'5 P. M. . . . beware of the man who knocks at your door. Frank jumped from his seat and bolted from the room as though snatched by an in- visible hand. Frank had walked for hours racking his brain to discover what he might do to avoid or prevent what seemed to be the inevitable. A cold sweat covered him from head to foot, his clothing hung loosely on him dampened through and through by perspiration. His mind wandered over the day's events, how awe-stricken he had been at the Gypsy's proclamation, how people had stared at him as he ran along the street imploring every passer-by to save him, until finally when his frenzied fear had seemed to reach its bursting point, a strong hand had seized him by the arm, and the cold, hard voice of a policeman had barked, What's the trouble, buddy? He was taken to the station and there, in a state of near-hysteria, told his story to the desk sergeant. He was re- leased and told to return to his hotel room. Suddenly Franks mind began to clear, he started to think straight. His pace quick- ened, the perspiration disappeared from his forehead and his mind began to function with the precisioned deadliness of a hunted criminal. He stopped momentarily at a hardware store, deposited a small brown package in his pocket and then made a bee- line for his hotel. When Talbot arrived at his apartment in the hotel it was 7:15 P. M .... only an hour left. He turned over and over in his mind what the Gypsy had said, Beware of the man that knocks ,... beware of the man that knocks on your door at 8:15 tonight. Time dragged slowly by, but at last the large hand on his watch pointed to twelve and the small one to eight. Only fifteen minutes remaining in which to act. He rose, walked across the hall to an empty room he had access to and waited in the darkened room with the door slightly ajar. The ticking of his watch sounded like the pounding of a drum as Frank Talbot waited for the ominous minute of 8:15 P. M. to arrive. 8:09, 8:10, 8:ll. Slowly, slowly they passed, the resounding beats of Franks heart counting each second. At 8:18 Frank drew the brown package from his pocket. With steady hands he took the paper off a piece of cold, black metal. He checked it carefully, loaded it and pointed the business end of a .45 automatic at the door of his room. At 8:15 sharp the figure of a man walked up to Franks room and knocked on his door. He waited until the man knocked a second time, then pumped four bullets into the strangers back. Frank shuddered as he saw the figure of his brother Tom on the hall floor. He quickly recalled how he had promised Tom to pay him the 35.00 he owed him on this night. Momentarily Frank was paralized with fear, grief, and bewilderment. Nl shot my brother Tom in cold blood. Suddenly doors began to open, people be- gan to run down the hall to the scene of the crime. Slowly, slowly Frank backed away, nodding his head, telling himself he could not have possibly done this. He in- creased his backward pace slightly and be- fore he could realize what was happening, his feet rose to the height of his head and he felt himself falling. Frank had backed through an open window and plunged ten stories to the pavement below. All was sud- denly quiet. The only sound was that of a small newsboy announcing in a strident voice, Get your paper here, insane Gypsy arrested on Seventh Avenue. Get your paper here. His voice faded in the distance, and Death strode elsewhere to ferret out new victims. IQ47 Football Lea ue Game by IACK MCSHERRY. '48, Sports Editor, JOHN CELLA, '48, DICK WILLIAMS, '48 and ED CONDON, '49, Assistant Sports Editors St. Ignatius vs. Loyola After gaining much needed experience in practice games with Mt. Carmel and De La Salle, the St. Ignatius Wolves tackled their friendly rival Loyola in the first league game of the season. Due to the superior weight and speed ot the Loyola team, which later went on to Win the North Section champion- ship, the outclassed lggie stalwarts had to be contented with one touchdown by Abata in the third quarter. The final score was Loyola 45, lgnatius 6. St. Ignatius vs. St. Philip Still slightly bruised but highly spirited, I. I. I. Sullivan 1501 starting on 40 yard touchdown iaunt in Philips game. Dick Abata f48J runs inter- ference. Other Ignatius players identifiable on this play are Don Brice 145D and lack Sweeney C47D. Coach Malliard is on the sideline. the rampaging Wolves ran over their tradi- tional foes, St. Philip, making it the 19th con- secutive time that the lggie boys have gone undefeated against the fellows from lackson Boulevard. Tres lay Sullivan started the business on a iorty yard touchdown run in the first quarter. Bob Williams made it 7 with his educated toe. St. Philip managed to push over a touchdown before the half ended, so that the half-time score read: Ignatius 7, Philip 6. Big Train Abata ploughed thirty-five yards to pay dirt in the third quarter. The fourth quarter was highlighted by a beauti- ful fifty yard pass from Abata to Sullivan who was downed on the five. On the next play Sully went over for a touchdown and Williams added one, making the score 20 to 6. The final mark was added on another Abata to Sullivan pass, good for fifteen yards and I. I. I. ran the remaining fifteen yards to pay dirt. Final score: Ignatius 26, Philip 6. St. Ignatius vs. De Paul Ignatius went on its first visit to Key Branch and made it a joyous one to the tune of 31 to 6 at the hands of De Paul's Blue Demons. After four minutes of play the Wolves tal- lied on a twenty yard jaunt by Dick Cronin. Score: 6-U. The Demons got to work and made it 6 to 6 in the second quarter. They again drove their way down to the Iggie three but lost the ball on downs because of a staunch line of Wolves. Triple Iay then took over on a sparkling ninety-seven yard run, high- lighted by some beautiful, savage blocking. This made the score l2 to 6. In the second half Big Train Abata crossed the goal line after a seventy-five yard jaunt and the Educated Toe added one to make it 19 to 6. Sullivan again scored after a stupendous, somersaulting catch of Abata's pass. Score: 25-6. Dick Cronin added the final mark in the last quarter on two runs of twenty and twenty-five yards respectively. Final score: 31-6. Sparkling defensive play by capable reserves, Bob Williams and Larry Amato, in the waning minutes of play gave the lgna- tius cheering section something to yell about. St. Ignatius vs. Trinity It was a case of Veni, vidi, vici, in the l-loly Trinity game. Savage, vicious block- ing was the highlight of this game. The lggie boys were really rolling now. The Trinity game made it the third straight for the Wolves. Slightly awed by the fact that Trinity scored first lgnatius received the ball and in three plays Sullivan carried the pigskin over on an off tackle jaunt for thirty yards. The score at the half was 6 to 6. In the second half I. I. I. sped twenty-five yards for the second lggie score, Williams adding one point: 13 to 6. With quarterback Bill i'Smoothie Malone calling the signals and Big Train clicking on his passes, Sullivan scored twice more on his famous off-tackle play. Williams added one more to bring the final score to 26 to 6. St. Ignatius vs. St. George After two minutes of playing time was over, I. I. I. went for seventy-two yards but a penalty brought it back. The Dragons took the ball over on downs and conducted their only sustained drive which ended in a touchdown and a point after touchdown. Abata was in gloom when his touchdown was called back. After George drove to the lgnatius thirty, Garvin intercepted a George pass and continued on to the George nine- teen yard line. Then Sullivan went over. Bob Williams added the point to make the score 7 to 7. When George attempted a quick kick in the third quarter, Garvin blocked it and re- covered it on the six. Abata then plunged over. Score: l3-7. George had to punt to Dick Cronin, Who returned the ball to the forty-nine yard line. Then Abata passed to Sullivan. Four plays later Abata crossed the goal line and Wil- liams added his last point of the season. Final score: 20 to 7. St. Ignatius vs. Fenwick A fighting, spunky Ignatius team fought its heart out but were compelled to bow to the Fenwick Friars and their one man team of Bill Barret, their spectacular back. The only bright spot in the game came when Abata scored from the twenty-five after the desolate Wolves had driven sixty yards down-field. The final score, much to our sorrow, was 45 to 6. St. Ignatius vs. Weber The last game of the league and of the season was another loss. Weber scored l3 in the first three quarters. lt Was not until the final quarter that Sullivan crossed the line and Williams kicked the extra point. The final score was Weber 27, St. Ignatius 7. I. I. I. Sullivan takes pass from I-lbata and runs remaining 30 yards to pay dirt. Ignatius players in the picture behind Sullivan are. left to right, Cronin and Coughlin. When I was very very young And came to Christmas Mass, I heard the carols that were sung. And as it came to pass I saw the tiny holy Child Lying on bed of hay. 'Poor little lesus, oh so mild, Said I, I'll find a Way On silken pillows to lay your head. Alas! But now in my conceit l've placed thorns in their stead And pierced Your hands and feet. -IOHN COYNE, '48 19 jim gift 5 OU0 by IOHN MESSITT. '51 lt was a cold, brisk winter day when Iimmy Hruska opened the door of his home on East llth Street, and was greeted by the spicy, sweet smelling aroma of pre-Christ- mas cooking. Gee, Mom, exclaimed limmy as he dashed toward the kitchen, what smells so good? lt makes me hungry! Eagerly he sat down to some milk and tempting mo- lasses cookies. l just love Christmas, it always brings presents and such awfully good things to eat. Yes, it does, said Grandpa, who was just finishing a huge mound ot dishwashing for Mom. But l like better than the gifts and good things to eat, the good will it brings out in all of us. Come sit down, Iimmy, and l'll tell you what Christmas Eve meant when I was a boy in a small Czecho- slovakian town. Iimmy sat down, anticipating with pleas- ure the repetition of an oft-told, but much loved tale. I was born, Grandpa contin- ued, in a very small town in the Carpathian Mountains. The folks there, for the most part, were farmers, poor in money, but rich in their faith and true to the old-time cus- toms of the country. When l was a boy, Iimmy, Christmas didn't mean just giving a lot of presents, but an exchange of good will and neighborli- ness. l'll bet there were good things to eat, though, interposed Iimmy. Well, times were not always good, my song but in spite of that, the Spirit of Christ- mas lived in everyones heart-no one could resist. For weeks and weeks the mothers cooked and baked, it was a very busy time in the kitchen. The spruce trees were brought in from the hills by the men-folks, and decor- ated by laughing groups of children and grown-ups. Everyone gladly did his share of work, and happiness was the key-note everywhere, because the birth of the Christ Child was at hand. The goodies were put away until that very special day, Christmas Eve. We called it 'Stedry Vecer' which means 'Generous Eve', and on that evening the entire family gathered under the parent roof to share the feast which had been planned so far in ad- vance. Nothing was spared to make the 'Stedra Vecera or 'Generous Supper' as festive as possible. Mother brought out her nicest dishes and cloths, and when the girls set the table, an extra place was set for the 'Unseen Guest,' and a single candle burned brightly in the center of the table to represent the Christ Child. Lighted lamps were placed in every room to shine out in warm welcome to the 'jezulatko' or 'lnfant jesus.' Father, at the head of the table, said grace, and having finished, took the 'Oplatky' or wafers, which we received from the Parish Priest for this occasion, spread one with pure honey, placed another on top, and, breaking off a piece, handed it to Mother to eat, another piece to the eldest child and so on down until the youngest of us had been served. As Father broke and distributed the 'Cplatkyf he explained that by the act of breaking bread and sharing it, we were pledging to one another our loy- alty and willingness to share the good as well as the bad during the coming year. Then came the rest of the good food, as much and as rich as that year's harvest per- mitted. Many of the dishes were traditional foods, and we enjoyed everything very much. Happy conversation and joyous laughter added to the enjoyment of the meal. After we finished supper, Father gave thanksgiving, and off we tramped into the front parlor to carry on the beautiful custom of singing Christmas hymns around the can- dle-lighted tree. At midnight the ever beautiful 'Pastyrska Omsa' or 'Shepherds Mass' is celebrated, and everyone except the very old and the very young attend. From the lower end of Town, we heard the townspeople approach- ing, calling 'Vesele Vanoce' 'Merry Christ- mas' to each other and singing Christmas Carols. And as they passed each home the members of that household joined the caroll- ers in their song and their journey to the church, which had been beautifully decor- ated with spruce branches and bright col- ored winter berries, to attend the Mass. 'Ticha Noc, Svata Noc'-'Silent Night, Holy Night,' that sweet, simple hymn, and the mighty 'Gloria in Excelsis Deo' thrilled every one of us, because we knew we were sharing in the greatest gift and miracle of true love, the birth of Christ. So you see, jimmy, continued Grandpa, we exchanged gifts with each other and with the newborn Christ, not material things, yet our gifts of love and devotion were most acceptable and very precious. And we did have good things to eat, but we enjoyed them especially because we shared them with those we loved. Gosh, Grandpa, that's a swell story, said jimmy thoughtfully, l'm going to try real hard to make my Christmas like the ones you had when you were a boy. l'm kind of ashamed of myself now because l thought only of the nice present l would get and of the good things to eat at Christmas. That's fine, jimmy, replied Grandpa. When you share what you have, no mat- ter how little, your Christmas will always be a happier one. 66 7 Q 77 F8815 fo If'l lfllfleifs by PHILIP BRANKIN, '49 Note: This is the story of the Tribune lumber camp in Canada just as it was told to the author during a visit to the Tribune Tower, Chicago. The year l9l4 saw the beginning of the Tribune lumber camps. lt is true that they had humble beginnings, but great changes were to take place in a few years. The first camp, or town, as they are now called, was Shelter Bay. This small town was the center of a 300 square mile tract of land, and from it would come the workers in the fall to harvest its vast quantities of wood. After a few years a visitor would have seen the loading plant, the power house and the new roads that had been built in this wilderness. These projects had been built up in this town only after many a setback. The power house had twice fallen in the river that ran below the hill that it was situ- ated on. The wharf that contains the load- ing plant also was washed away by the raging water of the river before it was made strong enough to withstand the force of the hurricanes that sometimes hit the camp. But a change had to take place, the rough houses of the loggers had to give way to the scientifically planned and rigidly zoned, modern town suitable, not only for the worker, but also for his family. ln the Shelter Bay of today there is electricity, hot and cold running water, and heat from a central heating plant. The homes of the men, not unlike the ones built in any suburban district, are built upon lots donated by the Tribune. Any wood that might be needed is also furnished free. This town is not with- out other conveniences that we city folks have, for there is a movie show, a modern up-to-date school for the sons and daugh- ters of the inhabitants. The spiritual and medical needs of the people are also well taken care of. lts church is one of the finest on the North Shore and provides a modern note in the Wilderness which contains, at Tadousac, the oldest church on the North American Continent. As was mentioned the town has a doctor, but this man is not con- fined to practice just in the town for he has to go into the distant forests to help lumber- jacks who have broken limbs. Transportation was one of the biggest dif- ficulties in the early years at Shelter Bay. Men had to trek for many weeks in most cases to reach the place where the timber was to be cut. Besides this the timber had to be moved to the rivers and streams on which it was sent to the paper mills. This problem, however, is changed, for when it is time for the men to go into the forests, they travel by bus, airplane, and boat. Roads into the wilderness were made by the bulldozer, and were used by the little jeep to bring men and mail in to the bush camps. ln the late fall the trees are marked for cutting and the men start to work in earn- est for the Tribune needs great stores of pa- per with which to run the daily paper. The swing of the woodmen's axe and the cry of timber are the most common things. As soon as the tree hits the ground the men of the forest strip it of all branches and it is cut into four foot lengths and stored in piles in the forest to wait out the winter. These log piles are securely fastened for the men know that the coming winter will be a fierce one, and the mighty winds will roar. ln the places where there are streams and rivers the logs are stored upon the ice to Wait for the coming of the Warm spring and the thaw. Then these logs are floated down the Wide rivers to the paper mills. Where there is no Water transportation the logs are car- ried out by trucks and horse teams. Fire is the most deadly thing that the lum- berjacks ever come in contact With. This menace can ruin a Whole forest furiously fast. The Tribune is lucky that the only ones that roam in the Woods are wood-Wise lumberjacks and teamsters. But as a pre- caution six rangers under a ranger captain are stationed in Shelter Bay. They make sure that all smoking rules are kept and they see that all people in the Woods have a government pass. Fire once destroyed all of 300,000 acres of timber near the town, and the people mean to see that it does not happen again. ln later years the Tribune has started other camps similar to Shelter Bay at Fran- quelin, Baie Comeau and Heron Bay. These places along with Shelter Bay send the ship- loads of Wood pulp to the processing mills. These ships must ply the Great Lakes for the Whole time it is not covered With ice for one shipload only contains enough to run the Tribune for a Week. Without the lumberjacks, and the team- sters, and the equipment at the camps, the Tribune could not possibly hope to keep up its circulation of 7,300,000 papers a week. The management depends a great deal on men who spend their lives in the timber lands so that a great paper may be published. lmmaculate Mother, the one Whom God chose To bring forth His Son, Whom all nations bless, Conquer all evil, crush our foes, Win the World With your holiness. 23 -LESLIE SCHNIERER. '49 T LE UHTH TELLI G Eeeeeeeeeeee - A piercing scream, followed by a loud splash, and another victim of Horrible Harry was enveloped by the murky depths of the East Chicago river. The night was silent, the dim, narrow street, illuminated only by an occasional street lamp, was void of the human element. A short way up the street, a large black cat could be seen entering a dark, forbod- ing passageway. Suddenly, a screechl When last seen, that black cat was still scampering at its maximum celerity, with the long black tail stretched far between its legs, in a direction quite opposite to that of the dark, foreboding passageway. And what caused this sudden timidity in an ani- mal respected by many for its hereditary and no doubt imaginary powers of black magic? Ah my friends, you guessed it. lt was none other than Horrible Harry, the terror of the sheet-clad race! But why, you ask, does this ordinary ghost cause intelligent humans to leap to their deaths? Now there's where you're wrong, my readers. Horrible Harry is no ordinary ghost. Permit me to pause here and relate to you the history of Horrible Harry. Harry's veritable name was Herodosus Samatroshus Michadeloshus Paraswazelo- shus Schlump, and he was the last of a long line of very wicked rulers of the kingdom of lratspatasmopolotesonialimote, known today as lran. He governed this small nation when the famed Pharaohs of Egypt were busy constructing their pyramids. But was Harry satisfied with the mere building of pyramids? Ah no, for he took great pleasure in spending his days and nights dreaming up hideous tortures with which he liquidated his numerous enemies. When Harry died, or rather was silently slaughtered much to the delight of his subjects, he was immedi- ately brought before the District Chapter, Local 467, of the U. O. G. CUnion of Organ- ized Ghostsl. Deerning his earthly record so terrible that he shouldn't even be allowed to enter a respectable society of organized ghosts, the precinct captain promptly in- structed Harry that he couldn't become a chartered member until he obtained for the cult five hundred more ghosts. He could use only his ghostly appearance in scaring people to death, and so the captain gave him one concession. He provided that all the most terrifying features of all the most horrible ghosts should be incorporated into Harry. And thus Harry started. And now, thousands of years later, Harry was still attempting to reach his quota. He had to his credit four hundred and ninety- nine hapless, former humans who had fallen into his clutches. Only one more! How elated Horrible Harry was when he spied a diminutive youngster of possibly eight years skipping merrily down the street. Harry flew down to the next corner as fast as his sheet would carry him, thinking always, Only one more and then l'm a full-fledged ghost. As he appeared to the startled youth, he donned his most gruesome expression, thinking that this would be his one grand finale. To Harry's horror and dismay, the young- ster merely laughed at him! Laughed at him? Horrible Harry, the most terrifying ghost? No, this couldn't be! And yet the lad showed no sign at all of timidity. Say Mistherf' laughed the youngster, Halloween isn't for another month yet. Disheartened, discouraged, dismayed, Horrible Harry slunk away with as sad a heart as a ghost could have. So my dear friends, if you ever should chance to meet poor Horrible Harry slowly floating through the dark, nocturnal streets, just pass on to him a word of cheer, for Horrible Harry shall never enter the ranks of genuine ghosts! F Jfeff l'l'lClfI'l 0l00l i5 OIL . . . F Es MAN NIGHT 'iFreshman Night began when on the night of October 27th all the Bennys gath- ered in the upper gym for a night of festivi- ties. Mr. Lipps gave the welcoming address in which he stated the hopes of all the teachers that the class of '51 would be the best ever to come out of St. lgnatius. l-le in turn handed the microphone over to Tom Bridgman who was the Master of Cere- monies for the evening. Now the program was divided into six contests. The first of these was the Dribbling Contest Anyone who dared enter this race had to have both speed and accuracy combined. A few fellows started out fine but when they looked up into the stands they lost the ball. But these incidents make for confusion, and there was plenty of that. When the race was over and the judges huddled, l-G seemed to have won. All in all, the con- testants seemed pretty winded. The next contest was the Three.Legged Race and it was one of the funniest of the whole evening. The crowd had such a good time watching the contestants pick themselves off the floor that, before you knew it, the race was over. lt seems that l-B had the best waddlers for they won. Now the next race was what everyone had been waiting for, the Peanut Race ln the absence of peanuts large black jelly beans were used, The black beans did not hold their dye very well, and after a few gentle pokes from the freshies' noses, they began to get a bit sticky, both of which factors improved the competition consider- ably. When the race started out everything was honest. But after awhile, when the con- testants saw how hard the task was and what had to be done, they started playing outside the rules. And from then on it was a melee. Some, instead of hitting the little jelly beans with their nose, were blowing and hitting them. Then one contestant dared to pick it up under his nose and run with it. There was so much shouting, yelling and cheering that everyone was hoarse for the rest of the evening. But l-C must have practiced, for they dominated all the cheer- ing, This was a contest which we all en- joyed. But the real joke was when all the fellows in the hall were wiping the dirt off their noses. And for a few days there were plenty of sore noses on certain freshmen, especially from those of l-E, who spared no sacrifice and courageously carried off hon- ors in this event. Following the Peanut Race was the South vs. West Basketball Game This was really a game. The West proved its superiority over the South by a score of 20 to 6. After this were the Relay Races in which l-C was again victorious. This race was interesting, especially when a few of the fellows dropped the stick they were to carry and had to run back for it. And now came a long awaited exhibition, the Fights And were they good! ln the light division Dynamite Donald Chojnacki took on l-lorrible'-' Harry Belluomini. Dynamite's main defense was the old right and left while the l'lorrible's was body blows. But Dynamite came out on top in a thrilling exhibition ln the medium division Bruiser Bragiel fought Killer Keating. lt was a dynamic struggle but l'Bruiser triumphed. And now the crowd went wild when it was announced that the heavyweight bout would soon be under Way. ln it Lyons the Lion fought HBesch the Bouncer. Besch had Lyons against the ropes a couple of times but he came out again to Win. lt is interesting to note that the Scholastics served as the posts to hold up the ring in these boxing matches. Next on the program was a Tug-of-War in which all participated. lt was fat against muscle, and as usual muscle triumphed. When the scores Were figured up and all the points tabulated Class l-C Was found to be the champion of the evening, with l-G in second place, and l-E in a close third. And then chow. There Was ice-cream, pop, candy, and hot-dogs which all en- joyed after their appetite had been Worked up with all the activity. As We started home I could see that all of the freshmen would long remember this our Freshman Night, Where fun and sport were mingled to give us a most enjoyable evening. l Want to take this opportunity to thank all the priests and scholastics on be- half of all the freshmen for this fine example of the greatness of St. Ignatius. .4523 214- :fl Q . if ,. 1. f xx 4 H132 Hb' 4, 1 ri f . ' mar. .' .J . 5 V .40 ,. V W Y hr H' . x -Q, . 4 tr .': 1 ' '. ,,.Wli , 1. ,gig ,Qi 455 , it . WW., rag, ,. ,, 1 I a . ,vin f ,f , ,' , i ' NX. i t ,j ,Q gm t il, X, f,,. . f'f,. M 4 Z' .1 'fi 'W QW, W, . Hi who f 1 til 'Q .x i t X X , tt' W it v Too many cooks mqy spoil the broth, but they always improve the pie. E 0.K0courek9 by RICH KEEFE, '48 and I IM QUILTER, '48 As you value your sanity, l warn you, don't read ahead! We, the authors of this wit column, implore you not to read past this period. But-it you absolutely must . . . Ah! So you did not heed the warning, eh? Well, tsk-tsk, Ctamous words ot a cer- tain someonel. Your bravery will get you nowhere. We slipped this here article past the censor, after we were thrown out ot the PREP room so many times that they put a revolving door on it jest ter us. And now--Splot Pie: You've probably seen us betore. Cl-low could you have missed us!D We are known as Keete and Quilter, Quilter and Keete. Because people are always dedicating these catastrophies to someone, we will tol- low suit, Seriously, though, we wish to dedi- cate this article to that patient little man, Whom you see roving about the school. This is for Brother Iack. Lady returning from California on train: I visited San Ioesie. Man beside her: Madam, it's pronounced San l-lose, Pause. Man: When were you there? Lady: ln Hune and Huly. 'k ir 'k Some men thirst after power, some thirst after fame, and some thirst aiter money. But there is one thing everyone thirsts after. Whats that? l'Salted peanuts. -A' -lr -lr Fr. Esmaker: l would box your ears it . . . Karr: lt what? Fr. Esmaker: lt l could find a box big enough. 'A' ui- i' And have you heard about the little moron who swallowed tive pennies and then asked people it they noticed any change in him? While you hold your sides we prance into another section tor students only. We ask the blackrobes not to read these personal things. We don't mean to imply that they are insulting, You students who are about to read these jokes will please take them with a grain of salt. It one grain won't do, try two. 'A' xl' 'k Geraghty: Will you help me with this problem, sir? Mr. Golrick: l would, only l don't think it would be right. 'k 'k 'k Fr. Erpenbeck: Everyone in this high school could get a job with the city if he wanted it. Cox: Now, isn't that a rather sweeping statement? 'k i' 1' Dowd: What's the reason for loe's unpopu- larity? Royer: He just won a popularity contest. 'k i' 'll' l've got a bad case of snu. What's snu? 'Not much. Whats snu with you? Fr. Hagedorn: How many atoms in molecu- lar oxygen? Reiland: Seven. Fr. Hagedorn: Enumerate them. Reiland: l, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. 1' il' 'k Student: You wouldn't jug me tor some- thing l didn't do, would you? Teacher: Of course not, why? 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