St Joseph High School - Sachem Yearbook (St Joseph, IL)

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T' 'V' .1-g'.l1 'IM - nf t . 2' 'f ff' 2, - . x . ' L ' It 'IQ X ',I a i f f i i Imp zmh QE it numbed fingers. He became drowsy and finally fell asleep. He dreamed that -' he was one of the children in this family and he was supremely happy. W Dawn came-still Jerry slept. When the children came down that morning Z' they were horror-stricken on seeing this little waif in their house. Their horror A turned to anger, and little Jerry was turned out in the cold. Was there no jus- tice in this world for little jerry? His heart was saddened and the whole day was darkened for him. As night came on, it seemed to him just the close of another day of hardship. That night he crept in between two high buildings and was soon unconscious. The next morning he was found frozen. It was a bitter night they said, but no one seemed to think of little jerry out in the cold. WILMA HART. 4 ,V A1710 we Pueribus 'kissibus Sweta girlorumg Girlibus likibus Et Wantibus sumorum. Pateribus girlorum Enteribus parlorum Kickibus pueribus Exit doororum. Noxibus darkibus Novus lamporum, jumpus fencibus Et toreorem pantorum. Experienta docet. as , ! 7' y WUI 701, Ulu A. ga Y 4 N 4 W Pagzz' Tlzirty-tlzrcc Q ig gt: N1 ,I Www CX, x 5 M C yi, 1 .fb lr In it ,U 1 r L N, w N i .xi ly ik' ni-,' 'X N, l A 7 fl 7 Aga: 1 llglll. l x

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. 6 .., MQ V J. ,I A 'A ev Q -4 ff: A L T fi 'ii 'i i. P ' ,gill ill W p if ,, ' ig' my jr A s 5 lu t i I ' 1 I4 .5 , , I W ,, i NI 4 . 'T AUTUMN What thoughts this word inspires! Thoughts of long walks through the woods, with the dry leaves rustling and cracking under the shuffling feet. Pic- ! nics and weiner roasts in the quiet evening when the sun goes down. Gorgeous Q sunsets of the bright colors--red, purple, and orange slowly fading into the more delicate and softer tones as night comes stealing. The bare black trees standing W out bold and dark against the background like deformed elves and witches with weird bodies and arms-arms seemingly seeking something just beyond reach, striving to reach that something but in vain. Pumpkins lying about the corn shocks which remind us of the lndian wigwams, outlined in the light of the harvest moon. Birds migrating to the south to return in the spring. ll The crisp, spicy air of autumn mornings whips color into pale cheeks and ll Hlls every one with pep and vigor. ls Football games, arousing the spirit of all the fans. People going from town to town or state to state to see their team play, to root for them. Auumn, beyond doubt, is the gayest and loveliest of all seasons. RUTH PH1LL1Ps. l e JERRY'S CHRISTMAS , W It was the night before Christmas and little Jerry, the street waif, roamed the streets looking for a place to sleep. As he passed down the street he noticed that all the shop windows were brightly lighted and that Christmas decorations were everywhere. Nearing a large brick house he heard sounds of merriment from within. He was naturally a timid child but growing bolder, he advanced to the window. 4 ' There in the middle of the room were three children and their father and mother. Their beaming countenances seemed to light up the whole room which was dark except for a candle on the mantle. What was that shimmering, dazzling thing in the corner? He looked closer. Behold! lt was a Christmas tree! A little earlier in the evening he had seen one in the shop window. The tinseled branches and the candles in their settings made a sight so strange and new that it seemed almost heavenly to little Jerry. How his little heart yearned to be in sg by the Fire and to be happy and carefree like the little children in there. A The wind grew fiercer and soft snow started falling. While he stood there in A Q the cold looking at this beautiful apparition before him, all became dark. jerry . l ' gave a start. Was it all a dream? He could stand it no longer. He opened i i the window and climbed in. Slowly and stealthily he crept towards the corner. W il,'l'lil Now he could see! And now he could touch it! It sent new warmth into his will ' l half-frozen body. Q 4 it . He crept over to the tire and sat down to enjoy its heat and to warm his KA Pant' Tliirty-two il -:.f-i:::- ' 'C-, X i if E gp NV If 'mmf CX' .fb W N Y 1 fl ' 7 fi ' lllli. if fi wh. , wg.: '

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in if if E Uhr 0911112 emh tfnlh An Amusing Experience I am going to tell you about an incident that occurred when we children were little. We decided we would have a funeral. Yessir! We'd have a real live funeral. And why not? Father was working, mother had gone shopping, and we knew where the spade was! Having thus assured ourselves that all was in our favor, we proceeded to carry out our plans. My older sister and I got the spade and dug the grave, in the middle of the front lawn. Next, we pinned dandelion blossoms around an old black hat brim and hung it over the front door knob. It was now time to prepare the casket, which was to be an orange crate, covered by pinning white dish cloths around it with safety pins. After this was finished we proceeded to dress the corpse which was my youngest sister, and only seven months old. This we did and then laid her in the coffin. The next thing to be done was to gather a basket full of dandelion blossoms. Of course we couldn't leave the corpse alone, so here is how we planned to do it. I would go and gather dandelions while my older sister cried and prayed over the corpse. Then when I became tired, I was to go in, as a relative or friend, and cry over the corpse and shake my head, but all the time holding her in place. After we had gathered the desired amount of flowers, it was time to begin the funeral. We all gathered around the corpse and moaned as loud as possible. Then my older sister, who was the preacher said, Let us pray. We all knelt down and repeated the Lord's Prayer. My sister, who was the preacher, was also the hearse. She started out with thc body. My smaller sister and brother were the Hower bearers. They followed behind the hearse, dropping flowers. I was the relatives and friends. I came last of all, crying and moaning as loud as I could so that I might sound like a large crowd. When we reached the grave, the preacher prayed, I cried louder and we lowered the body into the grave. 'fVVe will now cover this body never to be seen again, said the preacher. Daisy handed me the shovel. But, alas! You know how kids suffer. just when everything was coming along fine, Mother stepped up. I can never express the way we felt. And after all that work we didnit even get to bury the corpse. DAISY STRAIN SER P ge Tl gf 1 .. 1 ii if A