St Marys High School - Marian Manuscript Yearbook (Edmonton, Alberta Canada)

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am a Saarbwk I am a yearbook, I make no pretense of great literary worth, Of times I am belittled, And I will be the butt of later-life jokes, Because some things written on my pages Will seem childish When read again with wiser, older eyes. But, at this moment, they are part of a life we know and love. The unskilled phrases of youth may mar my pages, But I know my strength, I know my place, I will be succeeded time and again But I can never by replaced Because in my leather-clad arms I hold all the memories of this small time. My task is to treasure that you may remember. Some day .... when space ships whirl Across the changed face of the world I will be taken down from the shelf. The dust will be blown from my covers And the curious eyes of eager childhood Will scan my yellowed pages For a beloved face. Nothing born of love really dies. And I was created with infinite care By young men and women who love St. Mary’s And all she stands for, Who believe all that happened here Is worth remembering Is worth recording On the pages that follow.

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I do not think I am alone when I say that, as far back as I can remember, my most cherished ambition was to get out of school; to be done with all the torture of homework, classes and the other arduous tasks an education entails. I am sure my classmates will confess to having had similar feelings. It is rather ironical, then, when the time draws near for us to leave school, that we find ourselves in some doubt as to how enthusiastic we are about the realization of this dream. To say good-bye is never easy, but I believe this will be one of the most difficult farewells of our lives. Good-bye to the school itself, with its rooms and halls full of memories; good-bye to our many school chums with whom we will soon lose touch; but most of all, good-bye to the people who have set us on the threshold of the world and helped us with our first steps. Who are these people? First our parents, who put us on the right track by sending us to Catholic Schools and who have stood by always with a guiding hand --to them we are forever grateful; then, Mr. MacDonald and his staff of faithful teachers, who have enlightened, guided and strengthened us. All these good people, I feel, can only be repaid by our modelling ourselves on their inspiring example. The future hides from us many of the trials and tribulations which will afflict and test us. We will need all the wisdom and knowledge we have gained from our school life to overcome them and to be strengthened by them. After all, this is actually b ut the beginning for us. Some will go on to University and obtain degree upon degree, some straight into the business world, and let us hope some into the religious life. No matter what the vocation, each day will bring new experiences and lessons to be learned. We all know that we will fall away many times. The important thing is that we rise quickly and start anew. It will be at times such as this that we will thank God for the sound foundation we obtained at St. Mary ' s. Mort Takeunder