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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jlf'i'7i1'S fj5 -sz' :qv 2 I was born in the cold and wintry month of February, and though it seems many years' ago, it was just seventeen-to be exact. K In reviewing the network of incidents that form my past life, there are some that are indelibly stamped upon my mind. My early years were, for the most part, no different from those of the other average children. But there are a few experiences that stand out clearly--those that impressed me most at the time. I remember my first vacation in the country-it was all novel and exciting to me then, and though I was only four years old at the time, I had an adventure I will never forget. While coming home from the country we had to walk over a hurnt trestle, as it wasn't safe for the trains to cross. VVe were scarcely halfway over, when as I thought the journey was hecoming rather monotonous, I decided to look around. My foot slipped, I went through the trestle, and found myself hanging on with two hands, and gazing wide-eyed into the water helow me. I was finally dragged up again, and of course, after it was all over, I began to cry. My first Communion next recurs vividly to my mind. I can recollect the long procession of little white-clad figures, the ceremonies that went with it, the hand that led us into the Church, and above all, the solemnity with which we went to the altar to receive our Lord for the first time. This was my day of days. The graduating from the grammar grades and the starting of my highschool career came simultaneously. I think I was as proud of the diploma I received in the eighth grade as I will he of the one which will mark the termination of my high school days. I have enjoyed these four years of high school, with their joys and sorrows, and am now waiting eagerly to sec what june, with its graduation, has in store for me. HELEN FISCHER, '28. GOLD All the day was golden and now the golden sun Hung o'er head like rainbows ere the storm is done. Blue clouds, white clouds, and clouds of purest gold, Gave a touch of Heaven with its sayings old. Golden stairs, and golden gates, even golden streets, Make Heafven a sort of place -where peace alone one meets. On earth all dirt and dinge are fringed with depest gold, And the people while they can, the Midas touch enfold. ELEANOR FLAVIN, '28. ' 112 j , :Elm tit ,wif -z f is