St Joseph High School - Annunciata Yearbook (Williamsport, PA)

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Ghe, I 9 3 3 .ill Qnnunclata Perhaps there is no fact which better proves the democracy of America than the fact that our leaders may come from any walk of life. It is personal worth and genius that count. And to quote President Wilson: There is no home so remote, so humble, that it may not contain the power of mind and heart and conscience to which nations yield and history submits its processes. Every door is open, -- in every hamlet and countryside, in city and wilderness alike, for the ruler to emerge when he will and claim his leadership in our free life. ' Fellow citizens -- our country is what it is today because of these principles. The spirit of that document, namely these principles, has fanned the sparks and fire of pa- triotism in the hearts of Americans down through the years. And it is for you and me to be ever true to those principles, to ever strive to preserve unsullied and intact that document as it was handed down to us by our forefathers, so that, at the close of our generation, it may still reflect undimmed those principles - justice, equality, liberty and democracy. BERNADINE GUILLAUME SUNNNGTIHIITEO ARTIST MT IS morning. The sun fresh from a night's slumber breaks his way through the dark clouds of night. - A faint glimmer shows his approach to the waking world. The sun becomes brighter and higher, until suddenly he drops the black cloak that has hidden him and shines forth in regal splendor-the new day has begun. The sun shines on the waters of the ocean, and they catching the spirit of bright- ness, sparkle and dance in ecstacyg for they are glad the new day has come. The birds draw their heads from under their wings and sing a song to the new day. Then the flowers that had folded their tiny petals to keep out the cold of the night, slowly and sleepily unfold them to receive a bit of warmth. In greeting to the sun, they send forth their fragrance on the air. By this time the world is awake. In both city and country, the bustle of the day has begun. The sun shines on the tall, stately buildings in the city, brightening them with his morning light. He shines on the fields of swaying wheat, coaxing them to stretch a bit higher. At noon he reaches his zenith - then like a conquered monarch, he begins to de- cline. He grows dimmer and weaker and sinks slowly into the West. The clouds of night surround him. He tries to smile through, but in vain. His power is vanquished. The artist that transformed the earth from a dark, cold place into a bright, cheerful world is now spent. Exhausted from the labors of the day, he sinks gratefully into Z1 deep slumber. The fickle world which had but a short time before welcomed him with open arms, transfers her affection to the approaching night. Louise MCMUNN Twcl ve

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