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

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Class of '25 JOHN M. SULLIVAN ..,.,,.,,, , ,.,.,........... President HELEN L. GROHMAN ,,...,,. ........., V ice-President JANE C. STEWART ......... ................ S ecretary RICHARD L. KIMBLE ......................,.... ........ T reasure-r Mary Frances Abele Florence Helen Albosta Louise Josephine Albosta Frederic William Barton Alfred James Bender Joseph Robert Burton Wava Agnes Coleman George William Curtin John Timothy Curtin Octave Joseph Dente Betsy Catherine Delaney Mary Lucille Dorr Marion Beatrice Fesler Edward Louis Germain- Helen Louise Grohman George Charles- Herm James Maurice Houlihan Richard Lee Kimble Helen Margaret Lesperance Leonard Joseph Lauer Edward Shelton Lee CLASS COLORS Silver and Blue CLASS MOTTO Semper Ubique Fidelis CLASS FLOWER Rose CLASS ROLL Joseph Henry Meisch Robert Justene McDonough Margaret Elizabeth McPhilimy Ella Rose Ofner Lawrence Patrick O'Too1e Mary Ann Penzkofer Marion Catherine Porter Bernice Winifred Portz Howard Joseph Rounds Harold Frederick Ruckert Edward Leroy Sager Viola Louise Schiebner Marie Cecelia Schmaelzle Marie Theresa Schrems Catherine Maryjane Shea Beatrice Angela Spagnuolo Jane Cecelia Stewart V Angela Dorothy Streng John Michael Sullivan John Kelly Weadock Katharine Arlene Wilson

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Cpporiunitq A Tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to Fortune, Omltted, all the voyage of their Life Is bound in shallows, and in miseriesg And we must take the current when it serves, Or .lose our ventures. Life and its hereafter are determined by the good use we make of little opportunities. We should not be striving for that which is farthest from our grasp, even though it should add luster to our names, but should make use of each advantage day by day as it is offered to us. Everyone can recall to mind one opportunity which, taken at the flood, would have led to Fortune, but which unfortunately was overlooked because its value was not recognized at the time. It seems but natural for some to seek material gain in lands far distant, whereas greater opportunities present themselves at home. Not many years ago people from all over the United States rushed to the gold fields of Alaska in search of greater wealth when perhaps many of them would have been better rewarded had they remained in their own vicinity. The songs of poets tell us of untiring searches into other lands for gold, happiness, or pleasure and of unending profitless search for blessings that lie in one's own sphere of life. Lowell in his Vision of Sir Launfal tells of a young and gallant knight that undertook such a journey. Mounted on a beautiful steed he left his castle in search of the Holy Grail. He passed from the darkness and gloom of the castle walls out into the joy and gladness of the spring morning. Crouched by the roadside was a loathsome leper who begged of the Knight an alms for Christ's sweet sake, but Sir Launfal only scornfully tossed him a piece of gold and passed on. Years passed in vain, weary search of the Holy Grail when at last he was forced to return home, not as a knight in gilded armor but as a poor begger. Seated. in a lowly attitude out- side his own castle walls, Sir Launfal suddenly perceived a fellow beg- gar and recognized in him the leper of old. Changed in soul and with kindly sympathy he shared with the leper his crust of brown bread and gave him water to drink from his wooden bowl, when lo! ' The leper no longer crouched by his side, But stood before him glorified. Sir Launfal then understood that the Holy Grail which he had so tire- lessly sought in other lands, had been all these years at his own castle gate. Let us then resolve to make the best of our many opportunities, whatever they may be and we will do this if we ever bear in mind that whether we work, rest, or play the river of time flows on with the same restless flood and that it is only while the water of this river of time flows over the mill-wheel of today's life that we can utilize it. Once it is past it is in the great sea of eternity, and although other opportunities will come, those that have slipped by unused are lost forever. -Catherine Shea, '25