St Rose Academy - Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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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

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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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1-l--wtf GOLD AND WHITE yy--- -T A Boy Of India By DOROTHY DILLON N THE far off land of lndia, in the section called Hindustan, there was a secluded village which bordered on a small tributary of the River Cham- bal. Antara was not a large settlement but it was the abode of a happy race, whose people lived honestly by raising crops, and righteously, they thought, by worshipping their god, Juggernaut. The dwellings of Antara were arranged in a circular form, and in the cen- ter of the enclosure made by them was the large open shrine of their idol. His statue was placed in the middle of the village because the god was the center of the lives of the inhabitants, This city flourished many years ago and the people rendered homage to their god in strange ceremonies. For instance, the mouth of the statue was open and inside was a blazing furnace. The people thought that if they fed human beings to the Juggernaut the good will of the god would be maintained. Now it was the feast of the Lord of the World, as the name of the idol means. This was the day of days for the peaceful Indian village, and brown- skinned people came from their homes, from their shops, from everywhere to celebrate the feast of the Great God. Every inhabitant came to the service- that is, all, save one. The exception was a boy who could have been found engaged in deep prayer. His small brown hands were joined: his sparkling eyes were fixed upon a little statue for which an altar had been made in a niche in the heart of a tree. There under the peaceful shelter of a semi-tropical banyan tree the boy adored his God, with the little image before him to remind him of the One to whom he prayed. In the religious settlements of Antara a sin against the idol was a crime against the ruler, punishable by whatever the high priest desired. Sentinels were sent out on this day to see that everyone attended the festivities of the occasion. Anyone found absent would be the most contemptible of beings to the rest of the people of the village. ln the course of his inquiry, the ruler's deputies chanced to extend their search to the outlying district, and as Fate would have it, they came upon the boy, Zola, in his devotions. One of them seized the lad and demanded how he dared to kneel to a deity other than Jug- gernaut. The boy remained silent for there was nothing he could say-noth- ing that the man would understand. When the people heard the story of Zola's unfaithfulness they were out- raged. The high priest decreed that nothing would appease the wrath of the Lord of the World other than the boy's death. The people all began beating Zola with clubs until he fell exhausted to the ground. The boy had clutched the image of his God to his bosom all during his trials. When given a chance to repent by making an offering of his statue to the idol, he refused. The pontiff thereupon decided that the boy himself would be the offering, to be fed into the furnace of the god. But before this could be brought about the people had beaten the life out of the little body. The boy, Zola. did not belong to the tribe of the people of the village but he had been the last of a tribe whose city had been annihilated by an earth- Forlu