St Mary Catholic High School - Marathon Yearbook (Marietta, OH)

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ThelMarathon 1926 They did and the three continued to trail the man. They had drawn close to the bank now and the pursuers hid in the doorway of a nearby building. Al, you go and bring Mr. Howells here, whispered Jack. We, meaning himself and the policeman, will stay here until you get back. Hurry, there's no time to lose. Allen detached himself from the shadows of the building and stepped off on his errand. He reached his destination, and found the banker still up. Howells was surprised to see him. What you here this time of night? Why what's the matter, he demanded when he noticed the young man's excitement. Mr, Howells, your bank is about to be robbed. Jack Watson and I trailed the thief there, and we're going to nab him with the goods. We want you there at the finish. Don't call, Allen ordered when he saw Howells reach for the phone, we have a policeman there. Hurry, there's no time to lose. Ten minutes later they found the others where Allen had left them. Anything happen, he asked. Nothing, replied Jack. Mr. Howells how can we get inside? Is there a back entrance ? Yes, replied the banker, in the alley. Come, I'll show you. The four quietly made their way to the back of the building. t'There's the door, whispered the banker. Fortunately it did not creak, and in a few minutes all were inside, Howells leading the way. The intruder was so intent in his work that he did not realize he was being surrounded until the light fiashed on. f'Hands up, ordered Jack. PTGreat Scott, ejaculated the policeman, it's the 'Lone Wolff Whew! what a catc . P24 PF PK PF if A half hour later Mr. Howells, Jack and Allen were seated in the banker's home. You two have done me a great service, and I can't reward you enough. Watson I'll see that you benefit by this, and I mean it. He turned to Allen. Well, Allen, a smile played on his lips, 'AI guess you will do for a son-in-law. In his smoke filled room, Allen emerged from his thoughts, and reached for his pencil. Boy! he ejaculated, that will be a fine plot for my story. PF Pls ik lk Pk Three weeks later he again sat in Fundlison's office. This time the publisher's face did not remain motionless as he read the document in his hand. Finished, he looked up, his face wreathed in smiles. Allen this is wonderful. Best story I've read in a long time. He reached for his pen, wrote out a check, and handed it to the other. Allen looked at it, and his mouth fell open with astonishment. What! Ten thousand dollars for that? Yes, ten doum, and royalty on every copy sold. -James Torpy, '26. The End. 44

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1 IIEI!IEIIIIIIIMIlg!!:illallRIEI!IRIIHIIIllIIlmllIIIllllllIIllIlllllvlIllIIIllIllIIIIllllIllllIIlllllllIIllllllIIllIIIlullIllllllllllll1llE?lll?lll9 Ulhe Qtaster Season One of the holiest and most beautiful of the seasons in the Catholic church is the Easter time. Memories of the great events that took place nearly two thousand years ago are again awakened, and brought home to us more forcibly. The most important part of this season, especially to those who embrace Catholi- cism, is Holy Week. At the beginning of this seven day period, we are coming near to the time that commemorates the Passion, Death, and Resurrection of Our Lord. Such Wonderful events demand our attention, and seem to hold our interest with a tenacity that is lasting. On Psalm Sunday, the Sunday before Christ died, we recall to mind His triumphal entry into Jerusalem. The people, then, adored Him, they wished to make Him their king, and they Honored Him by strewing their cloaks and palm branches in His path that He might walk upon them. This attitude of the people was in striking contrast to their opinion of Him in the latter part of the same week. Slowly but surely the Scribes and Pharisees succeeded in turning the people against Him. Thursday of the same week we commemorate the Last Supper at which Christ gave to His followers His Body and Blood. The power to do this same act was given by Him to the apostles and their successors in the ministry that they might continue to change bread into His Body and wine into His Blood and give to the faithful. Friday the saddest day of all recalls to us Christ being taken by the mob, unjustly tried, condemned to the ignominious death of the cross and crucified. All the following Day, Saturday, Christ's Body lay in the tomb. However we pass through these few days of sorrow, only to come forth joyously on Easter morning, knowing that Christ has risen from the tomb triumphant over sin and death. All these events were explained more fully to us by the able and well delivered sermons of our pa-stor Father Herman. Two of these, the first given on Holy Thursday and the second on Easter Sunday, follow: 'Take ye and eatg this is my body, clri'nk ye all of this, this is 'my blood. KMatthew 2626.2 Christian art, my dear friends, has ever exhausted its best genius to keep alive in human hearts a vivid recollection of our Saviour's sacred humanity. The saints, in fond imagination, have walked at the side of our divine Lord. There they have talked with him and have striven to mould their lives on His. We, ourselves, have often felt a holy longing to have been one of those whose happy lot it was to live in close proximity to our blessed Lord, when he dwelt among the children of men. We envy those who heard Him say: Take ye and eat, this is my body. Often, perhaps, have we said to our- selves: Oh that I had been one of those happy children upon whom our blessed Lord laid His sacred hands and blessed and carressed. VVi1ling1y would we exchange places with Magdalen, could we have embraced His sacred feet. Happy indeed were those, but happier we, for to us 'tis given not only to embrace His feet, not only to hear His sweet voice, but to receive Him within us as really and as truly as the Blessed Virgin 46