St Simon High School - Corolla Yearbook (Ludington, MI)

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THE SENIORS ERNEST JOSEPH SLIBORA iiwrite me as one who loN7es llis fellow men. D GEORGIANA MARIE HAUGHEY UA sunny temper gilds time eclge of lifeis lalaclcest cloudy 231V BLANCHE ANTOINETTE KOVAR Blessed witlx a goodly funcl of common sense. Kbii HELEN GERTRLIDE BATES Even time light hareinell raisecl its iweacl Elastic from lier airy treaCl.

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1 D ALEDICTOCRY We are leaving St. Simon's to' take our places in the world, to thread our way o'er narrow rugged trails, to climb-to surmount each besetting difficulty that retards our progress. Our Alma Mater has equipped us with a knapsack well filled with knowledge, and a staff-staunch faith. With these, we will each choose a path, dllll each struggle to reach the summit of Mount Success, there to await the arrival of our classmates. Meanwhile what will befall? 'What efforts will we make? How will We practice tl1e lessons we have been taught? How will we encourage each other? We know not what will befall, for a wise Providence has hidden the future from our view, lest the rugged steep appear too great and our courage Hag at the outset. Our efforts must be co11sta11t, with a stern determination to reach the goal, diligent application to the work we have in hand whatever it may be. The lessons we have been taught, lESSOI1S of virtue, right and justice, we will practice in small things as well as in great. We will en- courage each other by example and by aid, if need or opportunity offer, even at the expense of self sacrifice. We will all keep in view the beacon light of high standard established by our Christian training. With these guide-posts we are setting out on our journey with bright hopes, and yet- A strange and weary shadow lies upon my soul today, Though all around is beautiful, is wo11d 'rous bright and gayg I fell, because 'tis fading, the vision is so fair, Its tints of radiance so rich, its happy light so rare. Alas, dear Classmates, our happy school days are o'er. The joys and sorrows of those school days serve to endear us to the past as well as to each other. Fond memories bind our hearts to our Alma Mater, and though we travel far, and climb high, we will ever remember St. Simon's and all who have aided us in our present struggle: our loving parents, who have given us the privilege of a Catholic education, our Reverend Pastor, our teachers and schoolmates. To all we bid a fond farewell. We part now for our devious ways. Our meetings may be few, but we will never sever the bond of affectionate love that exists among us at present-the present that seals our adieu. Oh yes, my hopes, long years have flown, and now I say adieu To all the hallowed spots that bound my daily life to you, For school and class room seem to say in tender tones and mild: 'The time has come, go forth, alone, thou art no more a child' MARGARET DUTCII. Climb, though the rocks be rugged! Keep Heaven's bright goal in view. Climb, though you 're sore and weary, Your comrades scattered and few. Climb, though the day be stormy, And your burden weighs you down, Knowing there 's a God above you, Who awards to the Cross the Crown.

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HISTORY The history of nations is made known to us by the eloquence of its orators, or the skill of its writers. The glory and grandeur-the fall and decline of the Roman empire have been vividly portrayed by the great historian Gibbon. Patriotic Old Eng- land has been rendered immortal by the pen of Macaulay. The steady progress of our own Land of the Free has been related in a manner that indeed reflects credit on the narrator. But the task before me is one that calls for far more skill and eloquence- a task that would make a Gibbon or a Macaulay shrink from undertaking. .So it would be useless for me to try to relate in detail the adventures of the class of '16. For ours may be considered one of the busiest and most energetic of St. Simon's. However, having been appointed class historian, I will endeavor to enumerate some of the important events. Because of our unusual ability and pleasing manner we were allowed to become part of high school when only eighth graders, taking part in all high school events and were admitted to the elect of St. Simon's, much to the disgust of the dignified and all- knowing seniors who had not been thus especially favored. Our egoti-sm and self-assurance were somewhat shaken, however, when.the arro- gant seniors, our self-appointed guardians, to teach us our first lesson in humility, denied us even a glimpse of the banquet hall, and ..... Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath flown Our class on the morrow lay withered and scorned. Since the lesson of humility, taught us by the seniors, during our Freshman year, had sunk deep into our hearts, we contented ourselves by striving for credits, now and then discussing styles and colors of banquet dresses, correct angles for boys' ties, etc., and were elated when as a reward for our remarkable behavior, we were handed our first invitations to the senior banquet. ' It was during our Freshman year in February, 1913, that we moved from our old school to the new St. Simon's which was erected by Mrs. A. E. Cartier, an active and devoted member of our parish, and which stands as a lasting memorial of her generosity. Gratitude and appreciation for such beneticence shall always .be character- istic of the pupils of St. Simon's school. In May of this year, one of the faculty of the University of Michigan spent the day at our school as we had applied to Ann Arbor for diploma relations. A few weeks later we were elated to hear that having met with their requirements, we were affiliated to the university. We originally numbered twenty-one but at the end of this first struggle we were reduced to nineteen by the change of residence of two of our classmates. In May of this year, our beloved instructor Rev. Father Vogt was taken from us and honored with the charge of the parish at Reed City. The Bishop then appointed Rev. Father Brogger of Cadillac to fill the vacancy. One member of our class returned to her home in Cadillac, and this same year Anthony Yech who had been detained by a year of sickness entered our class. When the third epoch began, we we-re eighteen in number. This was spent in a truly Utopian state, with picnics at Hopkins Lake, Kings Canyon, and Buttersville, and a sumptuous banquet for the seniors at the close of the year. At the dawn of our senior year we were greeted with the appearance of Rev. Father Simon, as Father Brogger, who had so endeared himself to the pupils of St. Simon's, had been transferred during vacation to become pastor at Hanna. As the roll was called seventeen responded, Detroit having laid claim on one of our class, and Grand Rapids on another. This year we were assigned beautiful apartments exclusively for seniors. Our new abode is on the west side of the building, and from its windows one can view the greater part of the business section of our city, Epworth Heights, Buttersville and last but not least, our lovely Lake Michigan in all her various moods.