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

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The Shamrock When April rains make flowers bloom And Johnny-jump-ups come to light, And clouds of color and perfume Float from the orchards pink and white, I see my shamrock in the rain, An emerald spray with raindrops set, Like jewels on Spring's coronet, So fair, and yet it breathes of pain. The Shamrock on an older shore Sprang from a rich and sacred soil Where saint and hero lived of yore, And where their sons in sorrow toilg And here, transplanted, it to me Seems weeping for the soil it left. The diamonds that all others see Are tears drawn from its heart bereft. When April rain makes flowers grow, And sparkles on their tiny buds That in June nights will over-blow And fill the world with scented floods, The lonely Shamrock in our land- So fine among the clover leaves- ' I feel its tears upon my hand- For the old springtime often grieves. -Egan

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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

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