St Michaels High School - Michaelian Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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I PRESIDENT LORETTA KROLL Sf Mary Magdalene No road ns too long to the man who advances dellberately and wnthout undue haste and no honors are too distant for the man who prepares hnrnself for them wnth patuence Bruynre Beang ever sweet and forgetful of self have paved the way for Loretta nn achlevang the leadmg goal on the path of undynng frnendshlp Page Seven ff - e A , 1 . . . , ,, . I

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Page Six GUS VADISV WH ITHER GOEST THOU? Graduatnon an honorable dnscharge from your school Diploma a cntatxon of merit and achnevement Out of the glory and glamor of thus longed for day you step unto the stark realuty of tomorrow that greets you no longer as students of St Machael s Hugh School but as young women who are about to enter upon diverse actnvntues The world IS wantnng for you your vlgor your enthusiasm your enter prnsung possnbllutues Socrety us wantung for you your Idealism your untegrnty your fanth Christ IS waltung for you to manifest your loyalty to cooperate In the nmmense problem of establushlng the brotherhood of mankind an unuversal charsty and peace WH ITHER GOEST THOU? The way of least reslstance though offering some comforts some leisure even some transltory pleasures as devoud of satlsfactlon deep and pervadnng It as least productive The path of duty ns the way to glory' Where the Christ gnven maxnms of slncernty and justlce and truth rengn supreme where vnrtue ns the sugnpost where values are determnned by the scale of eternity there alone extends your lnfe journey safe and secure aboundung nn essence fraught wnth nch sngnlfncance May the valor of true Knnghts of Christ be your armor and weapon whenever you are challenged to manntann your posutnon THE PRINCIP 0 T 1 . , . ' 1 i I I - 1 - - ' 1 1 ' A ' 1 1 1 1 1 T 1 1 1 1 , ,

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Page Enght CIGSS IDOQITI We sut and dream bunldlng castles In the aur We remnnusce Lute was good and kind and faur It offered tame for study work and play Gundnng us gently on day by day We stall snt and dream a vusnon of a shup appears But we are brave and no earthly fears Envelope our souls We stare at the wheel The motor the compass and the anchor of steel Oh' what a story the ship could tell Of nts own lute as well as comrades that fell In spite of danger thus shop came safely home Its COMPASS astray dnd not let at roam What sumulanty between ourselves and a shup luke thus The very thought fnlls us wrth heavenly blvss We too roam the cold and rough sea of lute Encounternng joy and sorrow and many a strute FAITH ns our compass directing the way The HEART as the motor keepzng us alnve each day The MIND the steernng wheel to guide us along And the WILL an anchor choosang rrght from wrong Lnvnng up to the above wuthout hesltatnon We Il surely reach Heaven-our destlnatvon But to God we must turn for wnsdom and might That we may obtain grace always to see the LIGHT We have related our dream to you And now tus tnme to bud You ADIEU And as our shup to nts shore wnll soon arruve We hope you II be proud of the Graduates of Forty tnve' Marcella Kmak 45 1 1 -- I11- 4 11 . y I . 1 ' 1 1 1 ' , . 1 1 , . 1 , . , . , ,. . . , . 1