St Mary of the Springs High School - Siena Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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Lines from Famous Lives April showers bring May flowers, but October showers on this occasion brought with them the fourth of the present line of Bierbergs. This sad event fmaybe a happy onej came about on the seventh day of October, in the year of Our Lord 1910. I am told the doctor announced: ulylother and son doing fine. At the present time the same announcement can be made with little variation. g'lVlother doing fine, son fuse your own judgmentjf, Unlike all other great disasters, the above incident has not been recorded in the annals of history. One of the most marked incidents of my life came about as the result of a brick fight. A street brick on the head QI am toldj has left a mark. CA11 excuse for this biography.j Among other things which I enjoyed as a kid was swimming, it very nearly got me. it pl' it Just the same, I am still a great swimming enthusiast. My younger years passed and soon I graduated from grade school. St. Maryls then opened her doors to receive just me,', with about seventy-five others, as Freshmen. One thing seemed to impress most of my classmates the first couple weeks of school in the Freshman class, that was in the form of SOCKS. Ask Ted Eiseman if he remembers them. Those red-hot socks, however, became an object of QFD SAYQ ridicule. Thus they soon found their way into the furnace. Many incidents mark the passing of the years of '24, '25, '26. There was one thing in the junior year which I shall remember for quite a time. That was the JUNIOR- SENIOR BANQUET. If I were a Scotchman, I should have died of a broken heart. Out of the plate, for which I paid 51.50, I, like many others that night, ate about one DIME'S worth. At the present time three and one-half years are gone and the fruits of those years are soon to be reaped. I mean GRADUATION. Then, St. Mary's, good-byel . . . At the time I was trying out a new stroke, A PARALYTIC STROKE, three strokes and you're done. I've just three to get. P. S. This autobiography will be finished in future years. ONE INCIDENT WHICH I FORGOT TO MENTION WAS THE VISIT VVHICH TED EISEMAN AND I PAID TO ALASKA. TED VVAS FROZEN TO DEATH, BUT BECAUSE OF THE EXTREME COLD AND HARDNESS OF THE GROUND THEY WERE UNABLE TO BURY HIM. INSTEAD THEY PUT HIM IN A CREMATORY. AFTER TWO VVEEKS WE CAME BACK AND UPON OPENING THE CREMATORY TED HOLLERS OUT, HEY, CLOSE THAT DOOR, YA, WANT TO FREEZE ME TO DEATHV' VVhen that was over we returned to Columbus to spend our remaining days in comfort and leisure. YVILLIAM BIERBERG, '28. 110

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W . . X, tr ffl ,....,9f2?xii.ileF 4 li , - - A-.1 if ff F , ' 1 PEACHES IN CRISAM Peaches was a nickname bestowed on a girl in our neighborhood, partly because her complexion resembled the tint given when peaches are placed in cream. Peaches,' was also fond of peaches when heaped high in cream. She was a favorite on the basketball team of her school, and was a good player. She was one that possessed unselfishness, loyalty and co-operation, the dominant virtues of group life, and was well liked by all. Peaches outside of school life was careless, and always out for a good time. Peaches could go into any group of newly made friends and feel as much at ease as if she were in her own home. Peaches', took every opportunity for going riding or hiking. She liked country life and greatly enjoyed to roam about the country meadows in search of flowers. Peaches also had bad habits. A terrible one was that of upsetting every- thing that came in her way. One day as she was passing by the windows she brushed past the ferns and stumbling over the pedestal sent the two large vases to the floor with a crash. The two most prized vases were broken and all because of her carelessness and absent-mindedness. And the worst part was she didn't mind. VVhatls done canlt be undone, was her motto. One week after this happened she came down to dinner, dressed very prettily, thinking of the evening's engagements. As soon as she sat down, in reaching for her napkin, she upset a glass of water that was standing beside her place on the clean white tablecloth. Soon the cloth showed spots of gravy and catsup. Dis- gusted, she turned her thoughts to more pleasant channels. Then the dessert camel Peaches, gazing blankly out the window, suddenly let her hand drop down right into the dish of bananas and cream. The cream splashed up into her face and all over her hands and arms. Half laughing, half crying, she jumped up, looked into the mirror and cried, Peaches in Cream. MARIE GRUNDEY, '28. PORK AND BEANS Pork and Beans, one of Heinz's famous KST' varieties and a well-known combination in the United States has, as it seems, a very queer origin. After years of study and privation in old Madrid, I have finally discovered just how Pork and Beans became Pork and Beans. The story is as follows: A ruler in a certain country had a pet hobby of playing cards until the wee hours of the morning. The result was that almost every morning he nursed a groueh against one or the other member of the household. And what an old grouch he was. He would argue about breakfast. He would argue with every attendant, argue with the chaullieur, and, as a matter of fact, he argued, about and with everything and everyone near him, that is, with everyone except the Queen. It happened that on this particular day he was unusually grouchy, and to be contrary and funny, ordered Baked Beans for dinner. As the Beans were removed from the oven a large piece of Pork fell into the Beans and was served to his Highness in that fashion. VVhen his nibs saw this, he flew into a rage and was terribly insulted to think that someone would dare to put Pork with his Beans. At this point the Queen explained that she was responsible for the dish, and he should be satisfied with it. This cooled his spirit and he ate it and liked it. And that is how Pork and Beans originated. FRED BANGERT, '28. 109

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