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

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W vlfq-51 1 . 5 kffgjr S Cgreai QBBEII lrnui Gllnrks By ONE WHO KNOWS Clocks! What an important part they play in our lives-these guardians of the fleeting seconds, these most commonplace of all machines Cyes, my dear, I include Fordsll They serve us faithfully, year in and year out, with scarcely a misstep, or perhaps I should say a mis-tick, until at last, when their springs stiffen, and their cogs cease the merry chatter, they are consigned to an ignominious end, perhaps at the hands of a small child. Here at St. Mary's we have clocks of every variety. The best of these, by virtue of its position and construction, is the tower clock. This chronometer has a strong, pleasant face, and is very encouraging to the students, particularly between 8:20 and 8:30 A. IMI. The hands swing slowly across the large dial and the double chime of the half hour is given forth with a noticeable reluctance. She is not a noisy timepiece, pursuing her Work in absolute silence, save for the regular rise and fall of the electric control, and even this slight noise is dis- creetly kept from our ears by the friendly door of 310. In fact, this soft purring of her mechanism, added to her friendly glow at night and to the melody of her chimes, has given the tower clock a place in our hearts. But alas! the hearts of the faculty are obdurate. Their allegiance is pledged to the oflice clock. This is, if one may so speak, a narrow gauge, single-track clock. The Sisters sometimes speak of him as the master clock, but he is no master, he is a czar, a sultan, and holds absolute sway over all other timekeepers. At his slightest wish all hasten to obey. Every day he hurries us relentlessly to school. Never fal- tering, giving no quarter, the hands dash at dizzy speed to the critical hour. Ignoring all protests, threats, and entreaties, he alone is anxious to say 8:30. In the Physics Laboratory is a sad example of his severity. This clock was foolish enough to be insolent with him on Monday last. It has been limping ever since. Like a spider in his web this master hides in a dark corner of the basement where he consumes vast quantities of distilled water. Oh, fickle master! Why hasten so cruelly and then drag so slowly? Although I am no scandal-monger, I can say it is common knowledge that he records only a fraction of the minutes which follow the dread hour. Still more sur- prising is the fact that he is permitted to continue his demoralizing actions, unrebuked by the faculty. He is at once the hope and the fear of late comers. The uninitiated, hearing the bells ring, plunge with all their accoutrements into a sea of discarded alibis, and en- deavor to find one suited to their present plight. But the veteran boldly ignores the warning, assumes a sophisticated air, endeavors to pass the office, and feigns surprise when his attempt is frustrated. 9' 7 ' Gp G Ex 0 0 X 3 Q X Page Eighty three

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V X 9 ,A Q! AX- A fc 'Q IQ Thus bit by bit the editor compiles his book. Section after section he sends to the printer in order to have proofs made of them. It is amazing how people can in the space of a few days muddle up a month's work. These typographical errors culminate in the proof of the advertising section. A cut of a fire extinguisher be- longing to the Acme Chemical Co. finds its way into the copy of the advertisement of I. Buryem Co., Funeral Directors. The leading hotel of the city uses a cut of the lounge, which in the proof innocently invites us from a page which bears the in- scription Compliments of the Parent-Teacher Association. But like all temporal things, the printing of the year book comes to an end, and the copies are distributed. The editor's troubles are over. But no! Dainty, d'min- utive lldarilyn Prescott accosts him in the corridor to ask why in the group picture of First Year Girls, her eyes look so queeru. Poor editor, he isnit an optometrist. But the returns are not all in. I. B. Puftup, a substitute on the football team, in- sists that the photographs are all out of proportion, because he looks so small. These are but a few of the many criticisms heaped upon the editor's whirling, but innocent head. Now you ask, how can these difficulties be avoided? That indeed is a momentous question. After due thought this seems to be the only feasible plan. If so unfortunate as to become an editor, don't enlist the aid of anyone, Arrange all business details yourself, do all the writing yourself, make up your own dummies and do all proof reading. If you are capable of this Herculean task, go ahead. Then make arrangements to spend a year in a good sanitarium. The location is of little moment. Some time-tested tonic may restore that lost appetite. A good optician can pos- sible aid the failing vision, while a dependable physician may restore the shattered nerves. r You wish me to answer a few questions? Certainly I will, if I am able to do so. What repays the editor for his work? The knowledge that he has served his school. ' Was it really a difficult task? It was truly stupendous. Would I do it again? You bet I would! I was editing St. Ma:-y's Annual. J -GEORGE JOHNSON, 27 J 2' A2- -j ' - f -, Afws ,5B 'mic Page' Eiblktyetwo

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K, ' 'Y r .7 4' Jr f -1 -0 ,fin To the freshman the oflice clock is a wonder to behold. It is amusing to watch these diminutive newcomers as they draw back at the sudden Hash of light, the grind- ing of gears, and the feverish activities of the relays. But in time they, too, shall learn that this bright-looking, efficient chronicler of time is not in reality their friend. Oh, yes, I have a watch, to be sure! But watches must be wound once a day. In the morning I haven't.time to wind mine, for I must hurry to school, at noon I haven't time to wind it, as Iwmust hurry with my luncheon to get back to class, after school I haven't time to Wind it, for I must hurry to catch the bus, and at night I haven't time to Wind it for I must hurry to bed, lest I oversleep on the morrow and be late for school. I agree with you, some clocks are handsome, and elegant, and accurate, and well made, but for my 'single self, I prefer the general adoption of the old-fash'oned sun- dial, and then what could the principal do on a rainy day? EDWARD J. EMMERLING, '27. Suppose Oneys life would be a bed of roses If there were only less supposes , Suppose Ed Alf had no excuse, Suppose Joe Cappel gave abuse, Suppose Big Brink were five feet tall, That Walt's hair didn't curl at all, Suppose George Johnson missed a lesson, That Bud were having indigestlon, Suppose Moran a friend would slight, Suppose John lklullen wasn't right . Suppose Ben, sans his Hivver old, Imagine Nordloh brave and bold. Suppose loquacious Kamp were quiet, Suppose Big Joe were on a diet. Imagine Selzer wild and tough, Imagine Vorwoldt never rough, Suppose Ray couldn't paint the birds, And Billy C. bereft of Words. Suppose that Adams neler forgot, Suppose Tristano worked a lot, Suppose that Reilly had his trig, Imagine Harry D. a prig. Suppose Mike Schenk a villain crool - Costello's doodle-bug at school, Suppose that Hugger hated sports, That Gruber got some poor reports, Imagine Allen Walsh unpleasant, Imagine Doepker always present. How shall I end my simple rhyme? Imagine Abe at school on time. CYRIL RUILMAN, '27. 'lo pf 7 7' - 31 Q X za Q 0 1. X Page Eighty-four