St Marys High School - Tower Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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1. -1 JL ft ,We I ' ,, A , - r Y GB qgrnplqefir Sunil I, 'foh ten us Sibyi, feu us true, A What of the potent charm you brew, What incantation and what power, Is yours to tell the hidden hour. What will our future life work be, What will become of her and me, Shall We succeed or just drift on, Till youth and love and life are gone? F Y 'Twas thus we spoke one balmy day, When air and earth and sky spelled May, And spring on tiptoe in the grass, Waited to see the Seniors pass, To one, who in the verdant wood, Beside a bubbling caldron stood, A And stirred with never ceasing care, The draught so strange, the charm so rare The sibyl smiled, and, strange to say, 'K ' Our fear of magic died away, She beckoned me, and by her side I stood, with just a touch of pride. - And then she spoke: HI here set down l To-day for Mary Janet Braun R f And Helen Sack, my secret spell, Ye favored ones, ohl mark me well. What do I brew? You well may ask For mine is not an easy task. These do I brew, the simple things That bear the years on swiftest wings, The joys, the sorrows, and the fears, The hopes, the loves, the smiles, the tears fo ' That make up life, these do I brew. g Q9 Now I have told my charm to you. A peep into my caldron take And you will see 'tis just a fake. A glimpse sufficed to prove to me Things are not what they seem to be. Y! I gasped, so great was my surprise, A For there before my very eyes I saw instead of charms and fates g .. A pouch marked, lVIail, United States. 'T' 1 9-f O - 1' ' - - - A 3 lb e QVGA' - V - 1 mQYGTX3qYm, Page Seventy .

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5, r C. K. Nr-t 'Q f ,IT 'Il..1 ' - -fi -f' af f Behold! the sibyl said, and smiled How many a youth has been beguiled. There is no magicg all is clear. Each day, the best of life is here. The years to come are just and kind Be not afraid, go forth and find, Open the pouch the sibyl saidg I did, and this is what I read. FORDSON HoTE1. ' NEW YORK June 12, 1942. MR. CLARENCE BRINK, NOTRE DAME, IND. Dear Clarence: When your letter arrived, I had already booked passage on the Cunardia, which is leaving New York tomorrow. It is a magnificent ship, truly a palace on the sea. I am going over very much in advance of my party, as I intend spending the summer in southern France. My purpose is partly professional, as I hope to get a setting for an historical novel that I have in mind. In the fall I shall go to Rome and meet Archbishop Dornheggen's party. I am hoping to make a feature article as well as a news article of the next Consistory. You doubtless know that His Grace is soon to become His Eminence. Doesn't it sound grand! Cardinal Dornheggen, of Cincinnati, of Hyde Park, of St. lVIary's! The youngest cardinal created in two hundred years. His parents and his brother, Dr. Dornheggen, are to be of his party. I shall return to the States with Harry's people in December. He is, of course, to remain in Rome. I hope I'm not irreverent, but he'll always be Harry to me. Enough of myself. How do you like your work at Notre Dame? Think of it! Harry a cardinal, Schwertie a basket ball coach, you a teacher of accounting, and I a writer. Well, we've traveled far since 1927, yet not one of us knows half as much now as we thought We knew then. Please express my regrets at not being able to attend the class reunion. I fear the regrets are not very sincere, as I am willing to miss even a class reunion to be present at the ceremonies for Harry. h i Yours, GEORGE JOHNSON L, E 6,7 9' y I VTX f I X Q X 5' , Page Seventy-one K