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

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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

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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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The civitates rei publicae Has knocked the tariff high and dry. And as the floating bubbles before me upward Hy, The spacious campus, U. of M. my vision doth descry Miss Florence Gleason, Ph. D., teaching college Latin. Her students are so interested they start at early Matin And broadcast Latin messages to students at Manhattan. Ah I see proceeding from the intellectual beams, The aviation field of Mt. Clemens in splendor gleams. A plane about to soar aloft, up into the very sky, When the commanding voice of Lieutenant Brown gives the signal ifFly'7! A Another famous student, Claire Rawley next I name, Has scaled the height of Science and won a place of fame, Head Chemist now at Lansing, her laboratory's swell, Her latest science secrets soon to the world she'll tell. Vincent Graziadei, the smallest in our honored ranks, Was just elected president of Marysville Savings Banks. Vin set about with well-laid plans to instill a system of thrift Which met with much success, the town toward wealth began to drift. , Ruth Wittliffls fingers deftly Hy over the typewriting keys, ' And midst a hustling, bustling work she earns her goodly fees. Her offices are sought by clerks, and men of lettered rank, For business tact, efficiency, she'1l old St. Stephen's thank. Pursuing still the languages and seeking further knowledge, Hugh Clancy we find registered at big fair Harvard College. Delving into Medicine and ancient works of lore, He'll cut out every pleasure and o'er his books still pour. Now the bulla saponis' is rapidly decreasing, But there remains a spectral sight most appreciating. Mae Phelan as a journalist has met with great success, In the measure of duty unfailingly, shefs passed its every test. Gerald O'Brien is manager of the Regent Theatre, Located on Grand River you'll find him proprietor. He has the most refined of moving pictures in the land. It is just the finest place in town since Jerry took the stand. Deep the shadows lengthen, the sun leaves no lingering ray, Thus my prophecy ends, I wend from the cavern my way Into the forest dreary beneath the murmuring pine I dream of our school-days and classmates, who climbed up the ladder sublime, Beckoning me on to their glory do these old comrades of mine Who have taken advantages offered as the fruits of Father Time.