St Marys High School - Labarum Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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Ill' x tx 8 14. X The Rollf-Call of Happq Heats Avy HAT is it in our senior year that brings back to us those days, long, long ago, when as little children we entered upon the threshold of school life! We see again that fateful day and again we pass through those first happy years. How many things hap- pened to us then, and how clearly we can recall each of those old scenes, although new buildings take the place of the old. Our first years flew by with astonishing rapidity. Little did we realize the trials and troubles coming our way as we passed from one class room to another, or how many of our friends would leave us to be replaced by others, who would pass with us the remaining years of our school life. Our first year in high school was filled with unhappy incidents. Who does not know the feelings of a Freshie! We wandered from place to place, missing our appointments everywhere and giving the world in general a chance to mock and tease us. Our first class meeting caused a great sensation. Our officers walked proudly for a few weeks until the duties of their respective offices dawned upon them and then they waited anxiously the next annual election, when they hoped to be re- lieved of their weighty responsibilities. During our Sophmore year we made friends with all, even the new- comers, who entered with fear and trembling into the land which we now considered our own, Important Sophomoresj' was a worthy title for us as it is for all Sopliomores. Our Junior year was fraught with responsibilities for revolutions were rife in our midst. The majority of our class, or girl element, seemed to rise this year, and our officers were all girls much to the dismay of the boys who judged that our banquet could be better managed with their choice of directors. However, its wondrous success satisfied them and all were in friendly union for embarkation into the last year of our high school life. Our Senior year began with joy and yet with a suggestion of sorrow. I am sure that our thoughts are but an echo of the sentiment of countless other classes who have gone forth from dear St. lVlary's. The experiences

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of a poor musician. One of the party from within recognized Beethoven and induced him to enter and play. Full of his theme he allowed his 'heart to direct his fingers and the result was the beautiful composition cherished by all music lovers,-the Moonlight Sonata. In it is shown forth the pangs of disappointed love, but still a love that is bright with hope. Man's music describes his morality,-his inner self, better than any other art, because it comes from behind the plane of his thoughts. We need no biography of a musician for his music is the most perfect account of his life, not so much a writing of the events of his life but the events which have taken place in his soul. Music is the language which begins where words end, a vision which is made clear long after the eyes cannot see, and to the heart full of feeling or to the ear and mind educated to understand its ap- peal, it contains worlds of inspirations, inspirations not earthly but supernatural. Music! Oh how faint, how weak, Language fails before thy spell! Why should feeling ever speak, . When thou canst breathe her soul so well? Friendship's balmy words may begin, Love's are e'en more false than they- Oh! 'tis only music's strain, Can sweetly soothe and not betray. -Moore -Elizabeth Bannan, '22 T0T ... Our Edwards Fine manners, wise looks, Three seniors with books, And who do you think they can be? 'Tis Edward, and Edward, and Edward again But how very different all three! Edward Simmet the student with senior eyes, He studies and studies, we're sure he's most wise. And Edward MacDonald of athletic turn His work in athletics a title may earn. Of the last, Edward Waters, we've this much to say He's fond of good times and he likes his own' Way.

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of the past year have brought us to the realization that life for those in earnest is fraught with joys and a contentment which will ever keep alive the happy memories of our Senior year. With just a tinge of sorrow at the departure coming only too soon, we gaze into the future, when school days must be numbered with past memories. Yes, soon We must leave the portals of our beloved Alma Mater but ever will we sing with the poet,- Long, long be my heart with such memories filled, As the vase in which roses have once been distilled, You may break, you may shatter that vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang around it still. -Margaret A. Kelly, '22 1. 0 .. C-haritable L-ively A-ccurate S-tudious S-uccessful O-rderly F-amous T-actful W-ise E-ntertaining N-oble T-houghtful Y-outhful T-ruthful W-itty O-bservant