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

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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

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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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MY RADIO To keep or not to keep, that is the question. Whether 'tis worse for me, to listen To the static and shrieks of my radioza Or to throw it down ten stories?-to smash,- To crash,- No moreg and by that crash, to say I've ended The zoops and the whoops That this thing is heir too,-it must be done I'm going nuts. To smash,-to crash: To crash! perchance to ruin: aye, it's getting worse. For from the heap of junk what good may come. XVl1en I have shoved it out the window? VVhy should I pause? There's that coil That makes headaches worse than every For who could have such a condenser and tune in stations K P I and K G O, Work for wanted Canada, the static again, Bah, itls next door neighbor and his set that ruin my tuning Ah! I myself will his quietus make with my radioza. Who could such things bear, To listen to the grinds and bangs of streetcarsg But that hope of something after this The undiscovered station from whose studio I. hear only whirs,-puzzles my radioza And makes me rather bear those noises I have Than to fly to others that I know not of? Thus Chicago makes cowards of us all, And thus I dare not turn the dials, for my resolution, Is sicklied over with the thought of no stationg New York? Ah great joy and madness VVith what regards, their waves turn away And lose the name of action. Humph! Gee! But listen Bah, it's only Pete McArthur From Station W. O, C. anyway. John Gilmour, '28. AN ACCIDENT One afternoon in the Junior room Frenchy went to the bookcase, To find among the volumes there Some ancient Egyptian's birthplace. Now it happened that the glass door there VVas loose and rather shaky, And when Frenchy reached up for a book She was a trifle scared and quaky. Well had she ground for all her fears When reaching for the volume, For down came the glass with a crash, And Frenchy looked most solenm. The girls in the class all started to grin But Sister said, Be still, Help pick up the glass, don't sit there and Frenchy wcnt to her seat feeling quite cheap At the damage she had done: She vowed then and there no more would she dare Such a foolish risk to run. Mary Giambeluca. KAPERS OF THE KANDY KIDS LEAPING LENA on the MILKY WAY TOASTED MALLOVVS for PETER PAN, While IKE AND MIKE did sow WILD OATS In the ORANGE GROVE of good QUEEN ANNE. Then UNCLE BOB and SWEET ADELINE Took BABY RUTH to a CHICKEN DIN- NERg JOHNNY WALKER KASHED IN at the PEANUT BAR With, O, BOY! RED GRANGE, the WORLD BEATER. LADY BETTY and TOM MIX, the SHEIK, Did TWIST and TWIRL with the MOVIE STARS: While SAM and HENRY and RAGGIE ANN Did the VIRGINIA ROLL on the MONKEY BARS. Old NICK sent a CARLOAD of OSTRICH EGGS For the BONFIRE LUNCH in the COCOA- NUT GROVE, O, MABEL, FAT EMMA, and FRITZI were there With a DENVER SANDWICH at a NICKEL a LOAF. KING TUT, the old PIE FACE, but MYTY GOOD With JUNIOR to the OPERA wentg O HENRY was TOO MUCH FOR FIVE, So with a HERSHEY BAR, WOW, off they went. Junior Commercial. WHERE IS IT? I've checked up and down, I've checked all around, Now where did I make that mistake? I've looked here and there, I've looked everywhere, But I cannot find that mistake. Now, the journal's all right. But that ledger's a sight, And the cash book is all mixed up: The sales book is all done, The purchase book was fun, But where can I End that mistake? I've checked up and down, I'vc checked all around, But I overlooked that one place. The trial balance is wrong, Sure it didnlt take long To find where I made that mistake. Virginia Fiedler. laugh, And the girls said, We will, I e ee i A PRO at ' T' --ef-+e'f1???g iffi' , ' ' ' , i ii ,X iirirbi -2.-,555 --rt ,,..,l ,.. ' L 'Q f751 if VE