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

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THE SE-NLORS WILLIAM JOHN ALBRECHT 'Strange to tlie world l1e wore a bgshful look. OOOiOI MILDRED FREDA ROCK A full, riclw nature, free to trust Trutluful and almost sternly just. OCDi3X MARY MONICA MASSE mln every cleecl of mischief, slme has a heart to contrive and a llancl to executef, OO0iJXD MARGARET MARIE KOUDELKA Her loolis clo argue ller replete with modesty.

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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.

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HOME SCENES The subject of my essay is a grave one, you will say, and a wide one! Yes, so wide that I shall make no effort to touch the compass of it. I will try only to bring before you a few simple thoughts of Home, which press themselves upon me every day more deeply, as I watch the modernization of American homes. I could write solumes, and not express all that the word Home conveys. Home is a sacred word. Modern customs and manners may be introduced, but that true old fashioned affection is ever there. The first American home was a rude Indian Wigwam where love and contentment held sway. The men busily engaged in fur trapping and on the war-path, the women in pursuit of their home duties. Their love of wild free life had no effect upon that love that was centered in Home. If they were rude and uncivilized, they were still human at heart. Their love of home was just as great as their hatred for their enemies, who persisted in depriving them of their lands and homes. How happy the Pilgrims were, in the poverty of their houses, but the luxury of their homes. Their family circles were complete and their joy unbounded. They were unconsciously laying the foundation of the millions of American homes now in existence. It is interesting to discuss the scenes of home life immortalized by some of the great writers. Whittier describes in Snow Bound the winter evenings by the open fire place, roasting apples and telling interesting and novel experiences, while the mindless wind shrieked and howled. Every heart bounds with love and devotion, while every face is wreathed in te-nder smiles. They were not a handsome familyg they were not well dressedg their shoes were far from being water-proofg their clothes were scantyp and Peter might have known, and very likely did, the inside of a pawnbroker's. But, they were happy, grateful, pleased with one another, and contented with the time. and Tiny Tim voiced the sentiment of the family in his, God bless us every one! Thus Dickens, in his favorite theme, portrays his ideal of a poor but happy family, in his description of the Cratchits. He means to assert that wealth and luxury are not prime factors of happi- ness. Who could paint more vividly than Longfellow, the tie of filial love that bound Evangeline to her aged father, and the love and grace with which she governed his modest home in her efforts to satisfy all his wants and desires by her simple tastes and gentle manners? Picture the typical American home, after the shadows of night have begun to fall, when the family gather near the fire to tell the interesting events of that day. The younger children with their toys and dog-eared books, struggling to accomplish their difficult tasks by the aid of their ever faithful guide-Mother. The father reading the papers, will stop ever and anon to cast a coveted glance at the lovely picture, made still lovelier by the ruddy glow from the leaping flames. And lastly, the evenlng's pleasures are crowned by the family prayers, for true parental love gives vent to its force in grateful thanks to Him who has blessed their humble home, and in seeking graces and blessings for the loved ones of home. This is expressed by Whittier in the beautiful tribute he renders to his mother: And while, with care our mother laid Her work aside, her steps she stayed One moment, seeking to express Her grateful sense of happiness. For food and shelter, warmth and health, And love's contentment, more than wealth. MILDRED ROCK.