St Thomas High School - Thomist Yearbook (Rockford, IL)

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. :11 Ezl I VV ii iii f'1 iiia PARODIES TO OUR COACHES You must wake and call me early, Call me early, Mike my dear, For tomorrow is inspection day, And the Captain will be here If he finds my tent disordered You know what that will be Two weeks, two weeks of K. P., oh Mike! Two weeks, two weeks for me. There's many a black, black eye they say, But none so black as mineg For yesterday was inspection day And the Captain made the rounds So wake and call me early, Call me early, Mike my dear. Mario Vallortigara, '2S. You must sleep and do not call me, Do not call me, Mother dear, Tomorrow will be Saturday, The best day of the year. Of all the long, dull week, Mother The shortest, happiest day. So tomorrow, Mother dear, In bed you must let me stay. There's many a happy day, Mother, But none like the seventh day For on Monday and Tuesday and Friday In bed I cannot stay. So turn off -the alarm in the morning I'm going to sleep all day. Marion Lynch, '28. MISS SULLIVAN'S FRESHMEN NINE When basketball fever struck the place, Each class had its nine, And after lots of practicing, They had things down quite fine. But one Fine class, it had no team, And here the trouble lay They seemed to want a leader firm, - To show to them the way. To Miss Sullivan came the thought, Now here's my chance for fame, I'll start a nine with the Freshmen girls, And to it give my name. So she called all the Freshmen girls, And from them took her pick, For at detecting talent rare Miss Sullivan is mighty quick. - Now that our campaigns are o'er, And victories won on field and floor Have brought St. Thomas to public view, Let's honor give where honor's due. First is Coach Petritz of football fame Who taught our gridders to play the game' His worth and merits are known to all And we hope he's with us again next fall. 1 Next is Tom Nolan with patience extreme Who coached the backfield of our team, His quiet ways and cheery smile Did always inspire us in every trial. And then Bob Hamilton, our friend, Who trained our qui11t in their upward trend, His untiring efforts and methods live Have made our team a winning five. Then Rah! Rah! Rah! for our coaches three St. Thomas is proud in your teams to beg Next year we'll Work with might and main, And greater victories strive to gain. Thos. McDonald, '30. just before the finals, Mother, I am thinking most of you. While upon the board we're watching all the test questions hove in view Students brave around are thinkingg filled with thoughts of fail or gain, For well they know that on the morrow, some will know their elforts vain. Farewell, Mother, you may never ask to see my card again, But you'll not forget me, Mother, if I'm number- ed with the sane. Hark! I hear the bell a-sounding, 'tis the signal all is o'er. Now may God protect us, Mother, and grant us all a higher score. Hear the students' cry of gladness, how it swells upon the ear For they know that tcsts are over, over now for all the year. Farewell, Mother, you may never ask to see my card again, But you'll not forget me Mother, if I'm num- bered with the slain. , Anna McCarten, '30, Harriet Burns, '28. vii? i ,'..1 ,12 f'i: iii 221 2 f'f qtiii. ' 7 'ifae 'T, 5' 5' ,- L, -A 5: at if --E F2 2' ef 1 -if -- 1- 'f'E',:Ql. l73l

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KJ, -' 2 - 'Y 4 ' f 1. f . 1. 1. - .. . -- fa - - - f . .rp ,EQ ...fxfcxl Tgji. , -'21 WU 'l ire: N -,. aw' Q ,wxrfff wr ai! -asa. - 4 M525 :if 1 , .Li ' N -, itllhrwi ' f i WAITING THE RETURNS There was tumult in the building, In our dear St. Thomas High, And the halls were filled with students, Witli excitement in their eye. Pupils gathering in corridors, VVhere they whispered, each to each, VVhat's the latest news from Sizer That has come within your reach? n As the bleak Atlantic currents Lash the wild Newfoundland shore, So they beat against the casement So they surged against the door. And the mingling of their voices v Louder grew in stirring round, Till the quiet town of Rockford VVas all turbulent with sound. VVill they win it? Can they do it?'! A'VVho is starring? 'tWliat's the score? Wliat of Johnnie? Vtlhat of Holcomb? Oh, God grant they gain some more! Make some way there-let me nearer! I am stifling! A'Stifle then! VVhen our boys are at the tourney There's no time to think of men! u .i So they beat within the library, Seniors, Juniors, Sophs, and all, And the Principal stood by them, Eager too, to hear the call, Though the hour for lunch was over, Long before the message came, No one thought of being hungry, All the thoughts were on the game. See! Oh, See! the dense crowd quivers, All along the lengthening floor, As our Beulah from the portal Rushes forth to give the score. lVith both hands uplifted VVaving loose her jet black hair, llark! with deep clear intonation, Breaks her glad voice on the air. Hushed the students' swelling murmur, List the glad exultant cries, AAWOII!!! she shouts, a victory! Gone, Oh, gone, are all our sighs, Instantly upon the good news, The small leader took the floor, Forth he sends the loud cheers ringing Such as nt-'er were heard before! How they shouted! What rejoicing! How their clamor shook the air! For our boys had scored a victory In the gamels last minute there. Other games we had before us, St. Peter's next was on the floor, 'Though the St, Thomas The library Hushed are game was close contested had the higher score. now is silent, all the clamorous tongues, But three trophies glisten brightly, 'Trophies which our boys have won. Home they brought them to us proudly, Raising all our spirits high That school spirit of St. Thomas, VVhich please God shall never die! Irene Corley, '27. St. Thomas went down to the Davenport games, And l'm sure they're not sorry for taking such pains, Because they brought home the most wonder ful sight, Three nice looking trophies of silver so bright. One was a cup for gaining fourth place, Another for showing best sport in the pace, And lastly, John Green who took in great man- ner The trophy for being best man of their banner. Russell Meads, 'Z'7. J! . Vlaglzss i f f w l' H7 5 f ' ' 5 'mr i 5 T?W' , 5 ' . 'rf 'f-:A X --' ' V . ' .y l72l

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I -1- ST L l Jr OUR BISHOP Have you read in the Thomist of old In the legends the pupils have told, Of our own dear Bishop Muldoon? Have you read it, the wonderful story, Of our Bishop, the Prelate of Glory, Our Bishop, the Prelate of Prayer. How serene in the turbulent throng, Unmoved by the rush of the strong? VVith eyes fixed on Heaven above Among his loved people he stands And he soothes and he blesses sad bands With the message of God and His love Doris Connors, 'Z9. THE CONSTITUTION AND RELIGION By Religion in connection with the Constitu- tion of the United States we do not confine ourselves to any special creed, but we do limit the meaning of the word to the Christian be- lief in one true God as the supreme, just ruler of the Universe, and of man, created to His own image and likeness. Upon God, man with all his wonderful achievement in the Arts and Sciences, is totally dependent. But as the human race has advanced in civilization and has become the center of the present mad whirl of modern life, it has gradu- ally fallen away from its humble dependence upon God. Man, proud of the ingenuity of his mind, the skill of his hand, has turned his back upon his Creator and has attributed his remark- able success in harnessing the powers and energies of the Universe to his own native ability. This same ungodliness is creeping into our Nationls politics. It is manifested in the scan- dals of briberies, crooked elections, and serious administration entanglements, all of which show only too plainly the greediness of man for ma- terial wealth-a greediness which savors all too much of the heathen Romans. Is the United States adopting the policy of Pagan Rome? If the men to whom we intrust our Nation's affairs are actuated by such sordid ambitions, our Government will be endangered, the very principles of that Constitution, the Fundamental Supreme Lawn of the land will be slowly undermined. When the Constitution, the strong foundation of that Great Undivided House, shall be torn from beneath the House, that House will crumble to pieces no matter how beautiful her stately pillars and lofty spires. Citizens, who seek to .gain wealth and power at the expense of their neighbors, may not, in their shrewdness, be violating the letter of the Constitution, but they are seriously violating its Spirit as set forth in the Preamble. Without Religion what is man's incentive to right living and high morality? What respect can a man have for the laws of man since he does not respect the laws of God? Therefore we come to the conclusion that the Constitution of the United States of America, the foundation of our Government, must be firmly grounded on Religion if it is to survive- one Nation, now and forever. Bernard Bowler, '29. -. l74l