St Stephens Academy - Academician Yearbook (Port Huron, MI)

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none other than Leo, the author on wl.cm Fortune as well as Fate now seem- ed to smile. Congratulating my associates on their success in life, I inquired — “What has become of the other four classmates?” They responded, “Come and see.” We all rede at a rapid rate to the city hall and there was Lucile Welch per- forming all the duties of mayor, while Robert Meehan holds a place of trust as her private secretary and interpreter. After renewing old acquaintances I was informed that Celestine O’Rourke was making a tour of the State of California on a Chautauqua circuit. As we left the hall we saw a crowd quickly gathering. Upon closer in- vestigation we found it to be no other than Eugene McCafferty being rescued by the police from a mob of anti-suffragettes who had become enraged at some remarks he had passed in an address to a crowd on the “Benefits of Woman Suffrage.” Seeing him safely in the hands of the police we moved on after a very successful outing. Thus closed a momentous day for me — a buzz! buzz! !buzz! I glanced around for the bee with the confused idea that 1 might be enlightened in regard to mv own future but alas ! it had flown and in blissful ignorance I await my fate. —MARGARET WARD, ’ 19 . GRADUATION (Dedicated to the Class of 1919) Of late I sat beneath a maple tree And watched a caterpillar at his toil ; I saw him in his shrewd dexterity Define his silvery webbing, coil for coil. And when again I wandered to that spot A funnel-shaped cocoon was all I found. Apparent death was but its cunning plot, For in that shell a nobler life was crowned. But soon triumphantly that cell unfurled — In spite of every shrill wind’s requiem — A life that added beauty to the world, A precious jewel to Nature’s diadem. And thus in life the faithful student weaves A web of hope and bravely makes his way Into the molding shell and then conceives A nobler manhood on Commencement Day.

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Prophecy It was a sultry day in June. The air was heavy with the odor of roses and everything invited to rest and quiet. I had seated myself under a tree in the corner of the yard, and for the hundredth time at least I had invoked the spirit of prophecy in behalf of the Clas sof 1919 but without success. My thoughts refused to assume any definite shape and my mind seemed to be in a daze. My attention was unconsciously absorbed by a busy little bee that seem- ed to be the only bit of animation in the immediate neighborhood ; it darted here and there from blossom to blossom, buzzing softly all the while as if to reproach me for my laziness when suddenly it lighted on a clover blossom at my feet and then the queerest thing happened. Folding its silky wings behind its back and facing me, it said in a tiny voice which startled me: “What a poor memory you have.” I tried to look indignant but the creature had suddenly grown so large and important that 1 simply said: “Pray why did you think so?” “Because,” said the bee, “those people whom you consider children have been men and women for years and doing for themselves. “Oh,” I cried, “I shall be delighted for any information you can give me concerning them.” “Come and see for yourself,” and without waiting for my consent he folded his wings around me and away we went soaring higher and higher until the trees below seemed like little bushes. Finally we began to descend and I saw we were about to enter a great city. Down we came and found ourselves in a large and commodious tent which I learned was on the Wallace-Hagenbeck circus grounds. I heard a familiar voice and turning I saw Edna Krafft in all her glory with her trained dogs. We did not tarry long but traveled on to a school which I was told was a finishing school for girls. Entering the building whom should I see but Bergetta Cox in the office of principal. She had Marguerite Tynan for one of her best mathematics teachers. She greeted me most pleasantly, introduc- ed me to her class and pressed me to accompany her on an auto ride at four to see the city’s great library. Thanking Marguerite for the invitation so kindly extended I awaited her free time in the class room and marveled at the wonderful tact, talent, end energy displayed by my classmate of yore. Soon the gong sounded for dismissal and w e were on our way to the library. Lost in the admiration of its literary and artistic features, we were departing when we noticed a maga- zine with the heading stating that Leo Trese had some articles and short stcries which were to play a prominent part in the publication. “There he is,” said my companion and imagine my surprise when I saw approaching us

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Class Will Very Reverend Father McManus, Father Brennen, Sisters and Schoolmates: Upon behalf of my clients, the Class of 1919 of St. Stephen ' s Ac ademy, of the City of Port Huron, of the State of Michigan, United States of America, you have been called together on this occasion to listen to our last will and testament, and to receive from our dying hands the few gifts that we possess. Cutting so rapidly loose from life, and finding so many things of gigantic proportions to be attended to before the end should come upon us, we have collectively and individually deemed it best to distribute these virtues to those friends to whose needs they seem best fitted. We, the Class of 1919, in nine individual parts, being about to pass out of this sphere of education, in full possession of a crammed mind, well trained memory, and almost super-human understanding, do make and publish this our last will and testament. 1st. We direct that our funeral services shall be conducted by out- friends and well wishers, that it be carried on with all the pomp, that our worth as Seniors is deserving. 2nd. We give and bequeath to dear Father McManus, Father Brenner and our instructors, our sincere affection and ' deepest reverance. 3rd. We bestow upon the Juniors our Senior dignity. May they up- hold it with that natural light-mindedness and irresponsibility for which all former Seniors are distinguished. 4th. To Irene Trese, Edna Krafft bequeaths her vocal talents, instruct- ing the said Irene to train her voice and not distract others wih her singing. 5 th. John Leo Trese bequeaths to the Junior boys the honor of seeing that the Academecian is put into circulation next year, with a firm hope and desire for its success, naming Frank Kronner as editor. 6th. To anybody who needs it, Celestine O ' Rourke ' s bluff. Apply early and avoid the rush. t7h. We give and bequeath to George Marx the balance of our class treasury to be used in buying one of Hubbard ' s “Big Ben’s, in order to get him to school at least one day out of the week on time. 8tn. Marguerite Tynan bequeaths to Madeline Wolfstyn her gift of gab, with the insertion made that if she fails in her duty she is to forfeit it in favor of Catherine Brogan, who has already won the reputation of being the best “chatter-box in the Junior Class. 9th. The Senior boys, in behalf of the so-called “Safety First com- mittee, bestow upon Emmet Devereaux a “safety razor outfit with a full line of cautions to be carefully studied by the recipient. 10th. To John Tynan, Margaret Ward ' s privilege of skipping school, whenever the occasion presents itself.