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

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'Gho 1933 -lil Jzlnnunclata be! Marian was as old as he. His name wasn't J. Murtle -1 but 1 Yes it was -- John Martin. How long he stood at the open church door he never knew, but he was aroused by the people leaving the church. Wasn't Peggy Lynch dear? I say, Bill, who is that Lynch girl? What's her address? Her address is 109 Poplar Street. But lay off! She's my girl. When the door bell rang at 109 Poplar Street, Marian received the surprise of her life. On the threshold stood her twin brother, not dead as was reported, but only lost through his lapse of memory. What a glorious surprise! cried Peggy later in the evening. Mother, of all the gifts, Uncle Jack's return is surely the best. HELEN DUFFY THB JIEGDRGGDGIGIE-N GOOD QQIIRE you a thinker? Would you learn the causes of the world's present pitiful state? If so, The Forgotten God is the book for you. In these days of poverty, petty prejudices, and peculiar inactivity, it behooves us to utilize our leisure time in self-improvement. Nothing is a better aid to this end than the reading of good books. The Forgotten God by His Excellency, the Most Reverend Francis C. Kelley, Bishop of Oklahoma, is a book which should interest every man and women who thinks seriously. The Most Reverend Author states eternal truths in a simple manner within the grasp of the ordinary reader, yet pleasing to the educated mind. He embraces sub- jects which are of vital interest to all classes of society. Virtue, civilization, even the endurance of a people, depend on the mothers, daugh-- ters and sisters of a country. Bishop Kelley well expresses this acknowledged fact in the following quotation: What families are, States become. States cannot rise higher than the families upon which they rest and for whose welfare they exist . His chapter on The Goodness of God will touch the heart as well as satisfy the reason. The goodness of God, as we have seen, indirectly reaches all men by its general action through God's gift to nature, ,..,.... . the goodness of God works through the individual soul .,........ for the true gentleman is the saint, since he exhibits in his life and conduct the virtues of kindness, humility, honesty, purity and love. These are the virtues of the Saints. Moreover, his ideas on Education are most stimulating. Culture ...,.. is in the will, a .... spiritual faculty .... culture is the result of mastering ourselves. The Bishop-writer solves the question of the world's greatest need today in his chapter on Prayer .....,.. if we who are at least men of good will, would become of prayer, the world would soon find its salvation. It is not new plans and new taxes we need, but more prayers. It is not the greatness of genius that is wanting to us but the simplicity of humility. It is not an Augustus, a Richelieu, or a Mussolini, who is the world's greatest need. It is God. These are but fragments of the noble thoughts by which His Excellency enlightens the reader and revivifies devotion to The Forgotten God . PHILIP CALLAGHAN Nineteen

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Qgllef 1933 Tl. Jlnnunclata THE EDMMENGEMENGI SURPRISE p I T was November 11, 1918 and hope beat high in every heart. In the little town of Ridgefield, a young girl watched the casualty list as it was posted in the general store. Her eye traveled down the list of dead . Suddenly the bright face clouded, and the blood drained from it. There in bold print was the name John Martin. Oh, Marian! I am sorry , burst out a sympathetic bystander. Marian smiled sadly and turned toward home. Oh how! How! could she tell her invalid mother that Jack would not return? It wasn't fair! What had this horrible war done except ruin people's lives, break the hearts of mothers, and hurry them into their graves. Marian pictured her fair haired twin as she last saw him. He stood at the door, trim and neat in uniform, his eyes alight with anticipation, and the wind ruffling his curly hair. Years passed. Time alone soothed and effaced the remembrance of those sad days. Eventually, however, war also became but a memory. Marian married and took up her new life in the small town of Hillsboro. The years were kindg and now we see Marian anticipating the graduation of her daughter Peggy. She was only fifteen and graduating. Marian's heart swelled with pride. Peggy was a second Jack. Marian could plainly recall their graduation, both she and Jack sixteen, the youngest in the class, and twins! While Marian sat thinking of that momentous day Peggy came in. Mother, you know that Davis boy who wandered away? Well, they found him this afternoon. He was living in a hut on the mountain. His little brother strayed from home and wandered there. The shock of seeing his brother brought back his memory. He had been suffering from amnesia. I am glad they found him. I am glad, too, darling. Very glad! said Marian with great feeling. v The great day was here for Peggy. In school there was excitement everywhere. There was fussing and puttering. Is my cap on right? Oh, don't get near me with that puff! There's the bell. Silence reigned. The graduates took their places and slowly the march began. Peggy, small and dainty, led the class. What an honor! As the procession moved up the aisle, baby Jack leaned out of the seat and called softly, Hello, Sissy, Marian gently drew him back and silenced him. She couldn't reprimand him there, as her heart was too full. She was intent, too, on the impressive ceremony. In a nearby town, J. Ambrose Murtle left his place of business and walked slowly toward his home. He was tired. Instead of going in to dinner, he would take his car and enjoy a drive. The night air would lighten his dejection. After driving some distance he came to Hillsboro. On passing the church its friendly lights attracted him. J. A. Murtle slipped quietly into a rear scat just as the first graduate entered the Sanctuary. He felt odd. What was wrong with him? Why did this scene seem so strangely familiar? The girl was kneeling, receiving the pastor's blessing. Then she turned and passed down the aisle. J. A. Murtle, the successful business man, the digni- fied, reserved president of the Murtle Watch Company, lost all dignity and hurried from the church. His world was crashing about him, and the dark 'walls that had kept the light of the past from him broke and crumbled. Was it Marian? No, it couldn'r Eighteen

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f6'he, I 93 3 .l.T.. L-Qnnunciata I GIRIIIHBUTMQ Heaven is not gained at a single hound, But we huild the ladder hy which we rise From the lonely earth to the vaulted skies As we mount to its summit round by round. GRADUATION DAY! a day long anticipated - the day on which we hope to take the Hrst sturdy step toward our goal of success. It doesn't seem possible that the years have rolled around so swiftlyg that so short a time ago we entered school, and now are leaving as graduates. We have worked side by side overcoming our trials and difficulties, and we are now about to mount to the top-most round. The staunch walls of the parish church are preparing to receive us on June ninth. Once more dignified Seniors will file up those aisles to leave as graduates. We shall be greeted by our Pastor, Father Leonard, who will present us with the diplomas so long desired. A pleasant glow of gratification to our esteemed Pastor will fill our hearts as we listen to his kindly counsel. Our thoughts will turn in loving gratitude to the faithful teachers who guided us through these happy years. Above all we shall raise our voices in prayerful thanksgiving to our Eucharistic King. MARGUERITE STOPPER THE DAIWWDIDIIL There's a pretty flower that grows in the Spring- Little we realize the joy it may bring. It waves in the breeze the whole day through- Beneath a sky of azure blue. Its golden head on a stalk so slender Nods and beckons with words most tender. The daifodil like a sunset rare Lifts our thoughts to a land more fair. JAMES O,CONNELL Twenty