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

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Class Prophecy Margaret Marx, '24 I was seated on a boulder up the side of one of the mountains, bordering the Panama Canal. It was a beautiful afternoon, the foot hills and the val- leys were turning green, and the atmosphere was warm and balmy. The boulder on which I was seated stretched out over a mountain pass overlook- ing the canal, which seemed to me like a sheet of sparkling crystal. Whilst I sat there the sun had gradually worked its way around, put- ting me into a stupor which developed into a feeling of drowsiness. Soon the report of blasting rocks fell round, VVhich suddenly changed the forest ground, Darkened were the sunbeams above, Gone forever the scenes I love. Silent the little rippling brooks, Storm raged in all the forest nooks, Within the dark walls of a cavern wide A magician in solitude doth abide. Brewing and stirring in a bowl of old VVith his long charm-laden rod of gold. Muttering the while in monosyllables, Calling to witness the gods and Sibyls. I-Iearkenl' attendant spirits to my prayers, NVhich I offer to thee with all my cares, Grant our twenty-four fortunes by your will, , In the Hoating soap bubbles your pipes now Hllg Radiant beams through a magical screen, Catch the large bubbles where the future is seen. 1 Behold a monastery grand adorned with pillars white, Before whose gates our President appears upon my sight. He rules a missionary band, his subjects love him so Because he reigns in gentle grace, as you my classmates know. And then a scene of horror rife appalls my stricken sight And by the lightning's litful flash dispell'd is the night. Amidst a band of, savages a black robed nun doth teach The love of God and saving souls is all Macrina seeks. Again I dip the magic pipe and in the lambent rays There comes a sweet delightful scene of former schoolhood days, Anne Samberg seated brush in hand, her easel as of yore, Paints an exquisite portrait the artists all adore. And next I see an old classmate who wears a large sized hat, But Tommy's bound a gentleman to be for all of that. He's mayor now of Emmett and it's such a wondrous place For prosp'rous business enterprise it ran a steady race.

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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!

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'Tis the center now of radio and new inventions many, Moving stairways in each house and wireless stations plenty, Stew Sharrow owns the D. U. R. It runs without a trolley, Electric bands play in the street and everyone is jolly. A dancing school I next perceive, wherein with patient care Professor Currie leads a youth with stubborn auburn hair. Another then the master takes and then it seems to me I hear the well remembered voice as Ray counts one, two, three. And still again I dip the pipe and see the bubbles rise. A stately domed cathedral grand appears before my eyes. The solemn tone pipe organ rolls upon the incensed air, Oh! it must be the master touch of Dorothy Green I hear. On, on she played, a genius in constant even measure, Whilst Violinist Fountain accompanied her with pleasure. They traveled far and wide into strange and foreign places, And everywhere they read their fame in glad and welcome faces On blowing some more bubbles they burst with sheer delight, Such fascinating colors appear before my sight. A maiden sang and filled my heart in ecstacy sublime, I recognized 'the voice of Marie Charron this time. Within a city hospital's dark and secluded walls Doctor Westrick patiently answers to all the calls. Marvin's gaitly stride with his consoling ways Caused every flight of pain and woe and chased the blues away. A white gowned nurse doth ceaselessly herself apply to work, Whose face I see lit with the smile of sweet Beata Burke. Faithful and loyal to duty this always ranked first in her heart, Remembering St. Stephen's motto, '4We finished but to start. The attractive wing of society found an ardent devotee When she waved her gaudy tinsel at Leota Bodleyg Fancy gowns and stylish wraps, luncheon teas, Permit our friend of old to lead the styles financially. An orator of great renown is Otto A. Ordowski, His art he learned declaiming lines Catilinam, Archias, Pompeii. Great multitudes await him, his eloquence is read, We wonder if heis affected with a swelling of the head. Oh! Magic pipe your crystal ball reveals to my keen glancing A graceful, roguish lass I know attired as if for dancing. I gaze on her whose elastic step the same as days of yore, Assured 'tis Laura Carlisle as she glides across the floor. And William Simpson, grave, sedate is now the governor of his state The country sure is safe with Bill, He'll talk at length and argue till