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

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Veronica Keenan bequeaths her quiet and dignified manner and her hatred for basketball and gymnastics in general to Genevieve Quinny also, be it known, that after many mental battles, she has consented to will her knack of dressing bobbed hair to the Junior who last acquired that style of headdress. Helen Kimble and Veronica leave their willingness to provide end- less entertainment for a class by singing popular songs, to Catherine Martin and Mabel O'Brien. Mary McIntosh wills her interest in the auditorium piano to Floyd Banks, trusting that he will make a name for himself by playing for fu- ture athletic parties. 1 Elizabeth Bannan has consented to will her knowledge of Latin to any Freshman who needs help in that subject. Long ago Edward Waters has given away many of his talents and virtues, but wills to Cornelius Schrems his newly coined phrase, I don't know, Sister. Cornelius also receives Edward MacDonald's legacy of speeches for use in future athletic meetings. Lawrence Carpenter bequeaths his great love for the Irish to Fred- eric Barton who may help them settle their difficulties. The class-famous triple-mirror fthe book-casel is hereby willed to Rosalie Schrems and Grace Dwan by its most frequent user Josephine Jacob. Catherine Herzberg's shorthand pad will be given to any local De- tective Agency. If these highly intellectual men decipher the pothooks, a plot to a thrilling mystery story will be unearthed. Frances Ryan leaves all her poetic ability to St. Mary's to be divided equally among the students. Catherine Shoup has received many petitions for her enviable posi- tion as leader of her class, but is not willing to surrender it. However, she entreats Robert Rau to accept her vim and pep as a small favor and to rise until he has reached his zenith. The girls gladly leave the typewriters to Hugh Courtney hoping that next year he will have capable assistance in typing the copious amount of Holy Name Literature. Helen Holihan wills her ability in overcoming petty annoyances to her sister Anna. To the future history students we will our much worn histories, with the kindly injunction not to confuse Hart's blue with Hart's red as we sometimes have. ' To the school books that have been our constant companions during our happy student days, we bid a fond farewell. To the Janitor we leave our pew desks just to remind him of the Class of '22. In witness whereof, we have hereunto set our hand and seal, this first day of June, Anno Domini, Nineteen Hundred Twenty-Two. . The Class of 1922. -Bessie C. Totten.

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Claslwill We, the Seniors of St. Mary's High, woefully regret leaving our beautiful new school and our many friends, and in order to lighten the overwhelming grief that said friends may display as they witness our early demise, we carefully make the following disposal of all our per- sonal property and otherwise. . Therefore, on this first day of June, we being of sound mind and enduring memory, do solemnly make and publish this our last will, on condition that the Principal of St. Mary's be the sole executrix of these our final wishes. Tolour Pastor we bequeath our sincere thanks for his part in our education. We realize that the comforts and conveniences that We have enjoyed this year are due to his kindly interest in us. To the Faculty who alone will realize the void made by our depar- ture, we wish to express our sincere appreciation for all their attempts to reform and inform us and we assure them of our good will and loyalty. To the Alumni we intrust entire charge of our funeral ceremoniesg we suggest, however, that all flowers except the lily be omitted. The largest and most important of our belongings is advice, and it is our wish that this be equally divided among the Freshmen, Sopho- mores, and Juniors. We urge that our successors hitch their wagon to a star, as Emerson advises. We will be that star. We hope that they will be able to supply the wagon-we have no wagons to leave. To Harmon Remey, Edward Simmet leaves his daily duty of ringing the gong. We will say this much for Edward, he never interrupted a class. To Richard Bothwell, Agatha bequeaths her secret book, How to Grow Short, printed in one volume. To Grace Dwan, Catherine Herzberg transmits her ever ready and unexpected laugh, and to Rosalie Schrems her love of chatting. To Victor Jacob, Isabel and Margaret leave their fame for never losing an argument and their plans for taking the Catholic History of America from the boys. To Ralph Carpenter, Helen Kimble leaves her wish for him to con- tinue his drawing and to compete as her successor in the next Michigan Art Contest. She also bestows her faculty of getting her dates mixed to Madeline Crabbe. V To Mary Jane De Veaux, Mary Gase bequeaths her dignified com- posure and settled disposition. She trusts that said gift will be duly appreciated. Valentine Dente leaves his innocent blushes to any one who desires them.

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Patience Reunardcd I. HE banks of Killarney's sparkling lakes harbored many a tenant, but far from any inquisitive neighbor nestled a little cottage. Its two owners, the remaining members of the Maguire family, had lived in this lonely solitude for five years, in fact, ever since the famous doctor from Germany had informed Molly that quiet and rest was the child's only salvation. Therefore, with a heart full of loving sympathy for her sadly afflicted brother Molly left their friendly little community and moved here. She trusted that Nature's healing balm would bring health and vigor to little Francis and that God's providence would provide the way and means to restore sight to the aspiring artist. The great steamer from America had arrived bringing many visitors to the Emerald Isle, among whom was the modest Dr. Theodore Hastings. The following day his green roadster, brilliant in its native element, bore him with steady fidelity over the country roads, until with a jerk the car stopped and the young doctor found himself forced 'to get out and dis- cern, if he could, the cause of the trouble. From the distance came the sweet strains of a violin,-slow and soft at first,-the prelude to a flood of melody that bespoke the joyousness of a human heart. Lover of music, as he was, Theodore Hastings dropped his tools and wandered slowly in the direction from whence it came. He paused from time to time, realizing that skilled fingers drew the bow across those responsive strings. A beautiful scene met his eyes. A little rose embowered cottage gleamed white against the green of the hills beyond. In front was the flower-starred meadow that bordered the sparkling lakes. The air was scented with the breath of blossoms mingled now and then with briny fragrance. Francis was comfortably seated in the yard where the cool breezes fanned his golden hair. A gay-colored Japanese parasol shield- ed his delicate face from the warm rays of the sun. Near by stood his charming sister, who with sparkling blue eyes under wavy black hair, was playfully swinging a pretty basket. A few moments later she left the boy with a merry good-bye and a promise to return soon. The boy raised his violin and sweet strains filled the air. At the approach of the visitor the music ceased. The large brown eyes gazed unseeingly at the intruder and a soft voice spoke, Who are you?'t A slight suspicion now came to the doctor for, although no physical defect marred the boy's eyes, his manner of looking denoted loss of sight. With a sympathetic voice he answered,- I am a stranger in my own land, dear boy. I came from America to my parents' country, and here while enjoying the refreshing breezes along these lakes where they once lived, I heard the sound of your music and answered it.