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

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Cfhe Ft-lmilq Umbrella. The end is as I expected-to lie here in a rubbish heap from now on, but it comes to us all so why worry about it. I have been a family umbrella all my life and my aim has been to avoid becoming a pessimist. I have passed through rainy and cloudy days, and cheerfully rendered service to others. My companion of the umbrella stand has met the same fate, but she has been a vain creature,-a beautifully colored silk parasol, ex- pensively trimmed,-and she has never seen any stormy days but has had the sunniest of lives. She was chosen to go out for pleasant times and in nice weather, while I stood by and was forgotten. When a rainy day came she remained in shelter while I faced the storm. Oh, when I think of it! I have been beaten by hail until I feared I would be cut and torn to shreds, and then in the midst of all these hardships was found fault with by my owner until I became thoroughly disheartened. When I was thrown into the rack after being out in a storm, how Miss Parasol scolded and shunned me lest I should spoil her appearance by my wet coat. This was a trial to me for I would not intentionally harm any one and she knew that I was not responsible for my condition, but that my disrepute was caused by faithfully doing my duty. She was made to be admired and in her vanity she often referred to my plainness in such a way that I knew this shallow creature and I could never be friends. Now that we are discarded, I have this consolation that although I suffered many slights and led a strenuous life, I have served others faithfully and what is worth more to one than the knowledge of an up- right and useful life spent in the service of others! . -Howard Rounds, '25 lllq Eliza maucl. I had an old rusty ford named Eliza Maud, And if you read still farther you'll think it all a fraud. Expenses are a nuisance we all know very well, I'll just enumerate a few to tell you what befell. I broke a fender and a door,-Bill 319.249 I smashed a lamp and paid a fine,-Bill 317.239, A winter top and spark plugs three,-Bill 951633, There were so many expenses, I almost lost my senses, And I swore, as deacons swore With an I dew vum and an HI tell yeou, That I wouldn't buy a Ford any more.

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Sag lt lDiih Flowers. USINESS was very dull in the Van Art Floral Shop in Green iw Bay. The ice-boxes were filled with nature's rarest blooms but no customer appeared to purchase any of them. Mr. Van Art sat in deep thought trying to formulate some new idea that would produce effect on his business, when a very well-dressed and refined looking young gentleman entered the store. Here is where I make a big sale, thought Mr. Van Art. Have you any American Beauties? asked the customer. Yes Sir, they are very choice ones, too. Let me see them, please. ' Mr. Van Art was only too glad to comply with the request. The customer delighted with the fragrant blossoms said, Send twenty-two of the very best to 134 Madison Ave. Tie this card to one of them. Mr. Van Art was overjoyed at such a sale and decided to be gener- ous. In a short time thirty of the half-blown roses reached their desti- nation. The next day, Mr. Van Art was surprised to see the same young man hurriedly enter the store. He sensed trouble but could not imagine its nature. What was the matter with the flowers, my dear sir, didn't they please you? Please me! Well just read this. And throwing a letter on the desk he walked briskly out of the store. Mr. Van Art opened the letter and read it. It was from the young man's intended bride saying that enclosed was his ring and that she would be twitted about her age by no one. Poor Mr. Van Art did not know that the flowers were sent for the girl's birthday, and that the card read: - May these beautiful flowers bring love, as each one represents a year in your youthful 1ife. ' T -Helen Grohman, '25 I .. .0-....l. St. lTlaru's. The sunshine- is the brightest-at St. Mary's, Life's burdens are the lightest-at St. Mary's, The summer skies are bluest, Disappointments are the fewest, And the school-mates are the truestff- at St. Mary's. The birds can sing the sweetest-at St. Mary's, Contentment is completest-at St. Mary's, The Sisters are the dearest, Their smiles they are sincerestg So heaven seems the nearest- to St. Mary's. -Lawrence O'Toole, '25