St Joseph School - Josephium Yearbook (Elwood, IN)

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F ' L- OUR GROTTO About Our Lady's Grotto I must tell, Back of the Hospital where it dwells A beautiful sight we all should see I only wish it belonged to me. Hands folded in reverent prayer, Our Blessed Lady is standing there, Day or night, matters not which one, Those humble prayers ascend to her Son. As we study the picture of her face Thoughts of contentment we cannot erase. Her head bent lowishe surely must Be praying too, for all of us. One bleak and stormy night Our city was in a darkening plight Not a solitary light-e-no, not a sign Except over the Grotto one did shine. A work of God it seems to me To make us all believe and see Though the roads of life become dark as we stray A solemn prayer will light the way. Margaret St. Clair 38 CULTURE Culture. What is culture? The answer to this question is: Intellectual or moral discipline and training. Education for culture brings the individual nto contact with nfany subjectskmusic, language, poetry, arts and science. Culture is not synonymous with civilization. To be cultured means that the best there is in civilization has surk deep into one's nature, has become, so to speak, part of one's personality. Culture aims at an ideal. It means development, refinement, discipline. Culture means dignity in bearing and poise, it means a keen, alert intellect, and, further, it demands a genuine spontaneous sympathy for the feelings of others that enables a person to act with tact. True culture is one of the best antidotes against the danger of narrow-mind edness. Betty Schutkovske 38

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I H M FAREWELL T0 ST. JOE My days at St. Joes are over, And I will say adieu. I'll cherish in memory always, The years I spent there with you. There were days filled with sunshine an Days full of sorrow and tears, But they'll make life all the richer As I travel o'er the years. Life ever calls us onward Down that rocky road of time, And I'l1 ever be thankful For the privilege that was mine. For the friendship we all shared together, The hope, the love that was shown, Has mounted in great proportions So tremendous it has grown. I have nothing but praise for our Pastors, And for our Sisters so dear, Who lighted the load we must carry With their words of comfort and cheer. As I go over highways and byways Down that glorious path of strife, Those wonderful lessons they taught me, I'll remember all my life. I'l1 hold fast to my memories that are So lovingly entwined in my heart, I know they'll never forsake me If only I do my part. I aim to live honest, To be upright and square, A little of my life with others, I shall always try to share. So farewell to old St. J osephs, To the school I hold most dear, We have come to the day of parting, But for me there is not fear. I only hate to say good-by To have our pathways part, But St. Joe's will forever Be close within my heart. laughter, l I 1 w I 1 Janis Kilrain as -rl l at Walesa F taaa -,II,tMaa,at-IA-,i5

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