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

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Tl-IE SENIORS ANTHONY JOSEPH YECH Large was his bounty and his soul sincere C ANTONIA MARIE YECH Age cannot wither her. l LUCILE BORGIA WARDEN Her very frowns are sweeter far Than smiles of other maiciens are X LILIAN ANTOINETTE JLINEALI And they, that lovely face who view They shouici not ask if truth be theref'

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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.

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HIS TOR Y fContinuecD Among the tirst events of this year was a meeting, at which we elected class officers as follows:-President, Percy Gallieg Vice President, Ray Masseg Secretary, Mildred Charetteg Treasurer, Margaret Dutch. The next meeting was called to dis- cuss plans for a celebration in honor of our pastor. With the spirit of DO IT NOW, we decided to show our appreciation for our beloved pastor, who had so zealously labored for our welfare and advancement, surprising him with a four course break- fast on October ninth, the feast of St. Denis. Later in the same month, we assembled at the call of our president to choose a class emblem, and decided in favor of rings insteads of pins, which had been the emblem of former classes. In February we decided on the publication of an annual. Each member of the class was assigned some work, the honor of valedictorian being conferred upon Margaret Dutch whose stand- ings showed the highest average. The editor and her assistants were chosen, also me business manager with his assistants. Our annual, Corolla, needs no eulogy- it speaks for itself. Invitations were next extended to our successors, the Juniors, to a live o'c1ock dinner, January 27, 1916. This event proved indeed a success For all the Juniors appeared in their best. And now as we pass onward to a new and unexplored field, the doors of St. .Simons which swung open to admit us on that September morn long ago, will soon close to us forever, leaving all behind, except the multitude of happy memories which Father Time can never obliterate. LUCILE WARDEN. Class Song Tonight we leave the scenes to us so dear, Our school ,work's done,-commencement day is hereg Lcved ties we now must sever, Tho' sweet they will be ever- Mem'ries of St. Simon's High. Our thoughts now turn to dim and distant days, For soon we'll tread life's rough and thorny ways. To teachers dear, and Alma Mater true, To all with grief we now must bid adieu. CHORUS Then classmates dear, farewell! Our hearts with sadness swell, To leave loyal friends and also merry timcsg O'er hardships we shall pass, But we're a daring classg So though the rocks be rugged we will climb. The May-time of our lives with joy was spentg Our care-free days now ruthlessly are rent, Stern duties now appearing, We'll meet, though never fearing, Thinking of St. Simon's High. If trials beset life's rough and rugged steep, The lessons taught us while at school we'l1 keep. To loving hearts these parting words we sing, Our voices now in final chorus ring. MARGARET KOUDELKA.