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

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Never Had a Chance These words sometimes can truly be said, but how often behind this time-worn excuse lies a wasted life — A life where many talents and many opportunities have been shifted and then allowed to parish. To the ambitious young man, the worth-while young man, unfavorable environment and opposing difficulties can be no handicap if he sets out with determination to win. This has just been brought very forcibly to my attention. About two months ago business called me to the southern part of our Republic, and I spent a day in New Orleans. This beautiful city, filled with American enter- prise. though still retaining in many places that quaint picturesque French atmosphere, was decked in beautiful attire to honor her many valiant sol- diers returning from overseas. Where I happened to stand, a number of peo- ple apparently known to each other eagerly watched the soldiers pass. Suddenly they exclaimed, Here he comes.” The object of their attention was a man who appeared to be about the age of thirty, and the recipient of many honors abroad, which gave an addi- tional halo to his regiment. His radiant countenance was soon lost in the distance, but the s tory of his life and early struggles was recounted for my benefit. Fever had taken his father when the boy was yet too young to realize lvis loss. With his frail mother left penniless, he managed unassisted to re- main at school, until he was about fourteen years old. Then it was necessary for him to help bear the burden of their humble home. But by indefatigable effort on his own part, he remained at school another three years, and then secured a position with a leading merchant. Through sheer perseverance and a fixed determination, he attained an almost phenomenal success. To his mother he was still the most devoted son, — The needy found in him a true friend and his advice was keenly sought by men many years his senior. When the war broke out, feeling that it was his duty to home and country to enlist, he was the first to offer his services, and the same indomit- able spirit which won him success in civil life, soon placed him at the head of his regiment, where he was an inspiration to all men who came in contact with him. Surely this is a man to be proud of, a man whose life is worthy of emu- lation. —JOHN RYAN DEVEREAUX, 20.

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Class of ’22 And here, dear friends, we have the Freshmen, or, as they prefer to be called the Ninth Grade. And be assured, gentle reader, that nowhere will you find a brighter or more intelligent group of young ladies and gen- tlemen, gathered in one class room. Three more years must elapse before their individual photographs appear in this book, but when the time does come, they will surely be there with banners flying. Class Roll Clarence Adamson Wellington Burns Clarence Fountain Francis St. Denis Lawrencee St. Denis Louis Samberg Harvey Simpson James Stack Charles Wyllie Charlotte Allen Anna Bryant Gertrude Causley Margaret Cash man Helen Connolly Veronica Deemer Helen Falkerts Elizabeth Hickey Gwendolyn Hickey Catherine Kraus Mary Kelly Margaret Kearns Nora Malloy Irene McCarthy Margaret McCarthar Philomena Noetzel Agnes Netter Janice O’Rourek Mildred Richert Theresa Tyson Theresa Worsalla HUMBLY AND AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED TO FRANCIS KRONNER, ESQ. ON HIS EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY Boyhood passes, and manhood Falls from the speeding years On Kronner’s kiddish shoulders, (’Twas a tight squeeze to pass his ears.) Old father Time, while flying by, Thought best to pause once more, And add a year to Frank’s age, Sending him from kidland’s shore. Old daddy Tempus meant it well But overlooked that still at heart Kronner’s yet the same old kid, Though some times he’s really smart.