St Joseph School - Josephium Yearbook (Elwood, IN)

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xx A,ftSg2E' ,,f,f'1'id' lk i -' i ii I I 'X ,111 I Q MY AMBITION My ambition is a pretty high one. I want to become a priest, and study at St. Meinrad's Seminary. The reason I like St. Melnrad better than any other is, no doubt, because I have been there, and I have seen how wonderful it is. At St. Meinard they have very nice stone buildings, made from stone from their own quarries, They also have a very large farm, and fine dairy cattle. On part of their land is the coal mine that provides all their fuel. Sports are encouragedg they have football and basketball fields, tennis courts, track field, handball courts, and a fine gymnasium. Who would want more! It looks as if sports here is a Big Business. I have met many of the priests and teachersg they are very nice, and that is why I like St. Meinrad. This is Holy Year, so I will pray that I may realize my ambition. --Tom Melvin '52 MY FAVORITE HOBBY Having a hobby is almost a necessity in this day and ageg everybody has one or more. My favorite hobby is collecting pictures of transportation vehicles. In this collection I have cars from the gay nineties up to the end of the first half of the twentieth century. I have many pictures of the horse and buggy days, and many of the various new cars. Under each picture I have the year the car was modeled and the type of car it is. It is a very interesting and enjoyable hobby. When I have company I show them this album. --Shirley J. Fisher '52 3

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1l iff x'-J'-3'4 ' .A'4'f ,,uK,I'z 1::a 'Q-' li ly S l? X Q i 1 ' 1 f h 3- 1 Y ' THE CHANGING YEAR AT ST. JOSEPH SCHOOL The little magnolia tree in the front lawn of Mercy Hos- pital was putting on its autumn colors. Its leaves were turn- ing red and yellow, Across the street at St. Joseph School there was a buzz of activity. The good Sisters had made their appearance. Shouting, bustling children and straggling dogs overran the sidewalk and school yard. The magnolia tree had shed its leaves. Small children kicked through piles of crisp, brown maple leaves gathered against the curbstone. Unnoticed by children and adults near the Manger scene the crooked branches of the magnolia tree bent in the cold winter wind. Heaps of snow bordered the school entrance. The magnolia tree shivered through long, chilly months of snow, rain and ice. Children hurried in and out of school.. One day the sun warmed the heart of the magnolia tree. The sparkle of sap flowed upward to each tiny twig. The magnolia tree, a mass of pink and white blooms was admired by everyone. Maple trees put forth their pale green leaves. A few golden yellow dandelions, snuggled against the building, caught their share of sunshine. Robins hopped ab- out the grassy lawn. The little magnolia tree lifted its blossoms to the heavens, until one day, growing tired, it let them drop, petal by petal, to the ground. Leaves replaced blossoms. There was laughter as children hurried from school carrying their books. The hot sun beat down on the magnolia tree. At St. Jos- ephs School a huge brown butterfly rested for a moment on the handle to the entrance door, moving its wings slowly back and forth. Tall grass bent over little bare spots in the lawn. Big windows of the school, like so many giant eyes with win- dowsblind eyelids, closed. St. Joseph School rested in a summer siesta. William Schuck-'53