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

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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

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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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- wh? G9liuP sinh Chnlh The Old Red Gate When age has overtaken me And youthful joys have tled, The thing that I will miss the most. Is the old gate painted red. You've often heard the old folks The grape-vine swing relate, But better times I know I've had, A'top that old red gate. Though my steed was bent and broken, From swinging to and fro, And it oftimes took to groaning, It never failed to go. Then Dad would see and yell at me, Get off that gate, you kid, Of course, I took the warning And for the time I did. I wonder if 'twas mean of me VVhen Dad, his back would turn, I'd hop right on my gate again And didn't give a dem, The sound of its rusty hinges VVas music to my ear, And now there is a longing That same old sound to hear. I used to think in my muses of 'I hat childish steed of mi e I'd hate to go to heaven And leave mv gate behind If yr l 1 ,l XIARIAN POTH xx ELL Pg Th gfi 1 I - A . ,VM Q