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

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Class History Marie Churron, '24 Backward, turn backward Oh, time in thy flight! Make me a child again just for tonightlu Let us turn back with old Father Time, back to our entrance into High Schtool. That day, so happy to us all, was perhaps one of the happiest of our High School life. Old acquaintances 'were revived and new ones made. Our class was composed, besides those from St. Stephenls, of pupils from St. Joseph's and the neighboring towns. Our teacher was Sister Priscilla and under her direction we were safely launched in our school duties. We started in with light hearts to conquer Latin and Algebra along with Ancient History and English. All these lessons we found decidedly inter- esting. This first year was marked by a series of debates and a few social events. The debates were long and well fought. The grammar grades were often invited in to witness our brave attempts. Our entrance into High School was the occasion of another great event -enrollment in the Athletic Association. When called on for contributions we responded with a Carnival, which was a great success. But success can only be appreciated by those who have worked hard to attain it. Thus after a year of hard work and study, we passed our tests, to be admitted as Sophomores.'l VVhen classes started next year, we returned, but only to find our ranks somewhat diminished. Surprise seemed to be in store for us this year, be- sides a new teacher, Sister Mary Carmel, we had a new school, and we felt not a little pride to be the first Sophs to enter it. As we traveled on through our course our lessons became harder and in our new branch of study we met Caesar and followed him with his troubles in Gaul. Geometry and Mediaeval History gave us much anxiety, but success comes to him who perseveres, and we all passed with Hying colors. All will recall the great Sophomore picnic held at Lakeside Park, as our greatest social event of this year. VVith the school-bell ringing out its warning summons once more we returned to the studies and pleasures, victories and defeats of our junior year. Sister Mary James guided us safely through the crisis of this year. It is to her we owe our knowledge of Physics and higher Algebra. This year our class was in a sense, divided, some taking French and the others continuing Latin. The spirit of the season now called to us, as member of the Athletic As- sociation. We joined with the Twelfth Grade, because In union there is

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The School We Leave Behind Florence Gleason, '24 We now have reached the cross-road VVhere our lives are bound to change, From familiar scenes of school days To the world with problems strange: From the harbor of St. Stephen's That has kept us safe and sound, We are called to choose our courses For upon life's sea we're bound. If the years that lie before us Be as years we leave behind, Where our sorrows were forgotten In the joys we sought to find. All our studies and our problems That we met from day to day, Have made the sweetest memories Of each hour that passed away. If all through life we cherish V The principles so true That we learned from our good teachers Gur deeds we'll never rue. But our lives will be examples And our actions ever show That the standards of St. Stephen's Are the ones we learned to know. The time has come for parting, In the alumnae we will be, To help our Alma Mater By some real activity. For though we leave in person, In our hearts you'll always find The fondest of fond memories, Of the school we leave behind. --iS-S-A-i- Where on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, And on Thursday at two-twenty, Do the groups of Chemists linger? In the Lab. There we've studied many metals, And discolored rose petals, VVhen we felt experimental, In the Lab.

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strength, and gave a carnival, which was an event of the season to be al- ways remembered. When Mt, Clemens played our boys-and lost of course -they were given a banquet at which we assisted the Senior girls. But to us the greatest event was the junior-Senior Banquet which We gave the Seniors at the close of school. T Time and tide wait for us now,', as the saying goes, and once again we find ourselves at dear old St. Stephen's door, waiting to be admitted as Seni- ors. How happy we were that day, just to think of ourselves as Seniors, and at the very portal leading out into life. A kindred spirit had grown up amongst us, and though we were loath to learn that a few of our number had fallen by the wayside or had not the courage to face the problems of the Senior Year, still nevertheless we fortunate twenty-four who represented the survival of the f1ttest joined heart and hand and staked our fortunes as scholars and athletes and started out on our Senior march with Mother Mary Louis to guide us. A new subject, Chemistry, was added to our course. We found it to be very interesting and also quite difficult. But, Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and with this motto in our hearts we settled down to good, hard, earnest study. The study of 'Chemistry afforded us many, never-to-be-for gotten pleasures. We were invited out to Mueller's one day to view the plant and watch the process of brass making. Another pleasant outing was our trip to the Morton Salt Block, where we were instructed how the salt was tak- en from the ground and purified. From both these excursions we gleaned much practical information. VVe continued our Latin and French with an addi- tional subject, History. 'Our Acquinas Club was formed under the direction of Reverend Father Murphy. The meetings were held on Friday afternoons and many were the unsuspected pleasures in store for us. This year is perhaps the most memorable and notable of our High School life. Classes may have their ups and downs, their joys and sorrows, but when the call of Graduation,U sounded over the din of preparations we wel- comed it. But VVith heavy hearts we say Adieu, To old St. Stephen's and to youf' --S-S-A-1 CHRISTMAS Christmas bells are ringing, Their music swells the air, Angels are softly singing , To the Saviour lying there! This little Child, a Saviour, A King? Can this be true? Yes, angels said to shepherds On that midnight long ago, In a little stable in Bethlehem A King is born to you!