St Rose Academy - Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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- g----gi GoLD AND WHITE f3+---l--- Tony And The Invisible Fish By RUBY LAYNE N A LITTLE side street not far from Broadway, Tony had his first glimpse of New York. It was there that he opened his small restaurant. He had just arrived from his native Italy and was therefore overjoyed with the fact of a restaurant owned by him alone. He had his friend, Paul, help him paint the outside of the shabby little shop, and pick out some stools and tables for the inside. Then one bright day when everything was in readiness, Tony opened his store. By the window he had installed a queer little stove, before which he sat flapping pancakes to attract the attention of passersby. When two o'clock came Tony had used almost all his flour and the greater part of his milk was gone: and so far he had only three customers. They were gruesome looking citizens and the shy, timid Tony was rather frightened by them. The next day brought only a small bit of luck. All the while as Tony sat on his stool flapping pancakes, people passed by. Somtimes they looked in with an air of Just another good man gone wrong but they would always pass on without entering the shop. The following weeks brought little or less and Tony's treasury was fast diminishing. At the end of the month his rent was due, and when the land- lord came Tony had to fill him with pancakes, coffee, broken English and an assurance of better luck next time. The month following, Tony saw his doom in the distance. It was fast approaching: the next day the rent was not only due for the coming month but for the one before as well. Poor Tony was desperate! At seven that eve- ning he closed his little shop and proceeded to his friend's house to inform him of his ruin. Sorrowfully he made his way up the stairs to Paul's room. He was greeted in a very jolly manner, but Paul, perceiving the sad expression on Tony's face inquired the reason of his downcast manner. Then Tony burst forth in a flood of tears, that he was ruined. Ruined? inquired Paul. Yeah, Tony assured him. Let us think, now, added Paul. We will soon discover some way out of this mess. We must. You can't go back to Italy defeated. The two men proceeded to think and remained in this position for about fifteen minutes, when Paul sprang from his chair crying: I have it. I have it. I've an idea. Come quick to my den and I'll tell you. Quick. I That night two curious looking figures carrying a large package between them made their way into the little store known as Tony's Restaurant. Early the next morning, a man passing the restaurant stopped, then started to pass on but returned again to the window. After a few minutes he tapped on the glass, then took off his hat and shook it, evidently trying to attract the atten- tion of something in the window. His antics attracted many other people and soon there was a large crowd in front of the window. At noon many of them went into the restaurant and Tony could be seen rushing to and fro with dishes, cups, pans and other cook- Thirty-eight

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GoLD AND WHITE l3f-Q---- was ready first and as he sadly opened the door he whispered: Auf wieder- sehen: but may we never meet on the field of battle! Some months later, Karl was in his trench, but as there was a temporary lull in the lighting, he took a stub of a cigarette and had just lit it when he heard a moan and a muffled cry. Slowly he lifted himself out of the trench and dragged himself over 'Ano man's land in the direction of the voice. lt was near him now. Where had he heard that voice? The men in his trench were all accounted for. There ahead of him he saw a slim form lying face downward in the mud. Gently he turned the dark head and just then a shell came whistling overhead. Karl knew that the shell was a messenger of death for him and the boy lying there: but in that moment, by its glare he recognized-Theodor! The shell exploded and beneath the terrific noise the winds might have heard a faint sigh that sounded strangely like, Auf wieder-sehenl id Carmel By The Sea By FRANCES DUNN Like the tolling of a silver hell Upon the evening air ,' Carmel lVith melodious cadence rings, And to eternal starlight sings Of crescent moons and silver sand. Of waters blue from fairyland: Of pirate coves within a bay, Moon curved and titled Monterey. It choruses of galleons old, Westward bound in quest of gold: Of Spaniards and the Spanish main: Of gentle Padres and their mission train. It signifies the April showers Carpeting the world with flowers: Of artists and their lordly boast That heaven must he Carmel's coast. It whispers that the cypress trees Keep love trysts with the vagrant breeze. There wild flowers to hillsides cling, And riot in the wealth of spring. Harkenl There's a silver lzelll Soft . . . melodious . . . Heaven? No .... Carmel. Thirty-seven

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l ----sf GOLD AND WHITE ing utensils. That afternoon a newsboy noticing the crowd made his way up to the window. Placed there was a large fish bowl, filled with water. Above the bowl was a placard bearing these words, Invisible Fish from South America. Tony and Paul had filled a large lishbowl with water and relying on the curiosity of human nature they put nothing else in it, but above the bowl they placed the card which had attracted everyone's attention. Thus it was that the clever ruse raised Tony to be the richest and most prosperous restaurant and cafe owner on that little side street not far from Broadway. il The River By CATHERINE PARKINSON Through the vastness of the forests It comes tumbling, splashing near. Oh, it's swift and strong and laughing, And its depths are shining clear. By the cities and the townships, Through the places man has made, Past them, onward to the meadowsg By each flowering grassy glade. Swirling into pools and currents, Raising havoc. marking rocks: Many are the tragic happenings Fast within its breast it locks. Then. with one last foaming efort, Down the wall of rock it goes, Roaring, falling, raising spray-veils, On to greater waters, flows. lk! Life By HELEN SULLIVAN I love to think of why I'm here From whence I came and how I feel, For always then I see so clear That life is truly very real, Ana' I am here to persevere Till God His purpose doth reveal. Thirty-nine