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

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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

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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.

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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