St Josephs High School - Crest / Signet Yearbook (Garrett, IN)

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Syarnien Clase History Four years ago troops from St. Joseph’s School arrived to begin a battle that never will be forgotten. Perhaps they were particularly anxious to hear the first bell ring because they had been so successful in their eight years of experience and they were ambitious to show their ability. During the first year, they fought the memorable “Freshman Battle,’ which proved fatal to many of their soldiers. Some were wounded, so only fourteen remained. How they were to face three more years of battle was a problem. Nevertheless, their good teachers encouraged their work by bestowing on them the name of “Sophomore cEroops.- . It must be admitted that the next battle was more diffi- cult, and required more individual strength. Once again victory was theirs, though sad to say, three more fell by the wayside, leaving eleven to finish the battle. For this they were greatly honored by the name “Juniors.” The “Junior Battle’ was the climax of the “war.” They realized that victory would reasonably insure their success. The eleven pushed on to defeat their opponents. Finally. they received the name of “Seniors.” The “Senior Grand Army” consisted of eleven privates. The “Captain” of the army was Miss Victoria Bonkoski, a capable leader. Miss Marvol Smith was elected “Lieuten- ant,’ whose sincere advice was greatly appreciated. To know the battle would soon be over made them very happy indeed. The battle was over. The graduating seniors were vic- torious and the diplomas they sought and se hard for, are theirs forever. “The school will little note nor long remember what we’ say here, but it will always remember what we did here.” VicTorRiA BONKOSKI and Marvoit SMITH. [21]

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Thoughts on Graduation Day The appearance of our “Annual” indicates that another year has passed beyond recall. The present time has dif- ferent meanings for different classes of our school, but the past has about the same for each of us. To the seniors the days of commencement are a corner around which lies a dif- ferent life, to the undergraduates they are a milestone. Those leaving the school this year will never be just the same as they have been these many years. The companionship of school mates will gradually be supplanted by friendships formed in business and social life. The tasks of school days will be dismissed and in their places more stern occupations will engage the minds. The guidance of teachers will be a thing of the past and decisions will have to be made with the remembrance of those principles of Christian morality learned throughout the course in our beloved school. Re- sponsibilities will begin to fall on shoulders that heretofore were quite free of them. Parents who have made many sacrifices for long years will now begin to look to their chil- dren for some return for the affection and care that were lavished upon them so freely. The general public will look to these graduates for some contribution to better and hap- pier living, and the Church will see in them new hope for the spread of that philosophy of life that was embodied so well in the Sermon on the Mount. All of this sounds serious and it is. The one who takes his graduation from a Catholic High School in any other light but the serious makes a mis- take, and the penalty for that mistake must be paid by him and by those who had builded their hopes on him. To the undergraduates this day means a promotion to a higher class and a long step toward the time when the things said about the seniors will be true of them. It is a wise boy or girl who tries to understand just what a senior should be and then begins to make himself just that. Far better to dream out the desired accomplishments in advance and then strive for them, than to realize suddenly when it is too late, the real importance of the period of preparation through which he is now passing. The end of a school term should beget a stronger determination to use the next one better. Instead of growing younger and accordingly more irrespon- sible each of us is growing steadily older and must assume the responsibilities of our years. All in all, it means just this, “Time is moving onward, we must move with it. What we wish to be later, we must begin to be now.”

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Class Prophecy By MarcELLA JOHNSON In the year 1941 I had a three weeks’ vacation so I decided to go to New York. A few days after my arrival I was strolling through one of the largest buildings on 42nd Street. Imagine my surprise to find on one of the office doors, “Scenario Writer, Miss Loretta M. Bollan.” From New York I went down to Maryland. 1 stopped off at Baltimore and visited the Johns Hopkin’s Hospital. I was greeted by no one else but Miss Marvol Smith, the supervisor of nurses. Next I went to Washington, D. C. There I toured the large library. Who should I find sitting at the main desk? None other than the librarian, Victoria. Bonkoski. I traveled from there to Mississippi. About noon I was very hungry. I stopped at a smart little tea room. The proprietor stepped up to me. I didn’t have to look twice to see that it was Virginia Etoll. During the evening of the same day, | took very ill from indigestion (must have been the food from the tea room). I rushed to a nearby doctor. On the door of the doctor’s office was the name Dr. H. A. Philip. I received a wire from my boss telling me to fly immed- lately to California. As I was getting into the plane, a [22] © stewardess smiled at me. I could not forget that familiar smile. It was Helen Klinker’s. When I arrived in California, I] received another wire from my boss, giving me instructions to stay at a hotel until a man, an electrical engineer, came to see me about some plans. When he arrived, to my surprise, I recognized him as Paul Gorski. On the evening of the same day, Paul sent me some flowers. Imagine my astonishment when I read on the box the name of the florist, Rita L. Johnson. A few days afterwards I went to see the Golden Gate. The fleet was in. Some one said to me “Hi, Babe.” It was midshipman, Donald Shoudel. From the Golden Gate I went to Hollywood. I visited one of the Warner Bros. Studios. They were filming a pic- ture, “My High School Romance” with none other than Mildred Van Derbosch leading the role. My vacation had just about come to an end, when I received a letter from the firm I worked for stating “Miss Marcella Johnson when you arrive in the city and back on the job, your salary and position will have been raised and you will be the private secretary to the president of our itor