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

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221 ggf ,.,.. i A,1,,,, IILS ' 1-2E Iiig lf21 2E2 2f2 WHAT'S IN A NAME? It is one of the saddest of things to me that such a common name as Robert is so uncommon in our Latin class. When Sister calls Francis immediately three of the afore- said personages arise Qeagerly it seems to mel. They are all of that peculiar type, which I call Latin addicts. At a nod from Sister two reluctantly relinquish the floor in favor of the lucky, or what I should consider, the unlucky one. That particular Francis rattles off his part, all the time with a smile of pleasure light- ing up his intelligent face. Sister says Very good, and Francis sinks gracefully to his seat with the air of a man who has seen his duty and has done it well. Who will she call on next? I shiver! I have a premonition it will be little Robert, so I make myself as small as possible. Sister calls Rob- ert Schaer,', but on account of the shrinkage that I have undergone, she fails to see me. just when she is about to record an Absent for me, I speak up in a very small voice-for not to be present is just as bad as making a poor recitation. I get to my feet very slowly and suddenly I realize that I know the lines. I recite glibly and silently offer a prayer of thanksgiving that I have been given the lines I know. It certainly was pretty lucky that time that there was only one Robert in the classl Robert Schaer, l27. TIME-TURN BACKWARDN In this cruel world of ours time passes very swiftly, if we are happy and very slowly if we are sad. One would think that the law of com- pensation would require that it should be the opposite, but then things never are as we ex- pect them to be. No doubt that is why this year has passed so rapidly. I am sure we have tried to make the most of our Senior year by being obedient to the teachers, by studying hard, and by trying to be loyal Boosters But now when the year is almost over we begin to wonder if we really have not been a little too complacent, and if we have been as much of a help to the school as we ought to have been. O dear! we're getting old and everything. It just makes me shudder-I can't nnish, and yet I must end this some way, so I'll say goodbye to dear old St. Thomas and all the faithful Sisters and the other pupils who are fortunate enough not to be 'lfinishingn this year Farewell-forever, dear Alma Mater! Cecilia B rown, '27. SUCH IS SCHOOL LIFE Get one hundred and you're called a grind, get seventy and you're called a dumbbell. Laugh and you're called silly, frown and you're cross. Have your lessons and you're a book-wormg don't have any and you're lazy. Talk and you're wasting time, don't talk, you're bashful. Get high marks and you've got a dragg don't get them and you're mistreated. Have lots of friends and you're trying to be popularg have only one and you're exclusive. Stay at home and you're unsociable, go to a show and you're a runabout. Spend your money and you're a spendthrift, save it and you're called a tight- wad. So what's the use? There is always something. Margaret Judge, '27, l76l

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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

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I A i + WHICH SHALL IT BE To write or not to write, that is the question:- Whether 'tis nobler in the end to transcribe A parody on Hamlet's speech Or to take in a show and by missing, get zero. To flunk,-to grind- No more, and by a failure to say we end The thousands of hours of study That students are heir to,-Jtis a vacation Devoutly to be wished: To fail, to loaf- To rest! Perchance to pay, Ay, there's the ruby For in that rest from work, what punishment may come After we have decided to waste an evening Must give us pause: There's the respect That makes grinding of so long life: For who would bear the quips and scorns of teachers, The instructor's orders, the principal's office, The pangs of writing parodies, The vacationls delay, The insolence of Sophs, and the spurns That patient merit of silly frosh takes. Whe11 he himself might his quietus make VVith a few bare classes? VVho would fardels bear To think and pore under a studious life, But that the dread of something after class- The washing of boards or floors Cleaning windows or learning lines, Makes us rather study the work we have Than fly to others we know too much of. Thus memory doth make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of pleasure Is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought And plans for great fun and pleasure With these heart-breaking thoughts, their currents awry. And we decide to write. Joe Petritz, 'Z8. MARCH TWENTY-FIRST The silvery branches are bending low, And the sunlight glints on the ice and snow, But still I can hear a robin sing, As if to say First day of Spring. The green grass peeps through glittering white, As though longing to seek the light, The trees bend low and seem to say, Soon, soon this sleet will pass away. Glad Spring broadcasts a message of cheer, To all the world, both far and near, Old Winter sighs and passes along, And Spring appears on the scene with a song. Josephine Shea, '30. Where is the scholar who has not said At evening when he went to bed, I'll waken with the crowing cock And get my lessons by six o'clock. Where is the scholar who, rather late Crawls out of bed at quarter past eight? That has not thought with fond regard, It's better not to study too hard. Elizabeth Dixon, '28. OUR FIRST DAY AT ST, THOMAS Into the school, the freshmen came And they were shy and tame. Through the halls the freshmen went, On to where each class was sent. The teachers all were kind to them, The principal had a mind to them. When lessons were assigned to them Then home again they went. Charles Holland, '30. WHO? A little girl is in our class, She is the dearest little lass, Her eyes are blue, her hair is darkg She sings quite like a meadow lark. Now can you guess what is her name? It is not Nan, nor Mary Jane. Oh, no, we do not call her Meg, But always darling little Peg Norma Gill, '30, fig 'f F' ,Z WW' ffii ' ilu 5 'Wi t v . ,ll W .K f , WAN . 4 . t ilt? ,S i ,w w f N Q- , ,xv I L ,gg , I S, I '2-- ' wi: i I ef- r f W, V,, ,,,, E .3 'f ' ' ' 'N A ,f ei TO AN EASTER LILY Blossoms of the purest white, Leaves of darkest green, You among the flowers bright I will name, the queen. Helen Gallagher, '30. is f I M 'l a G 1- 3 : ,.., X ' - - ' 11- eie ? l .,,' Vx.. 5 .,.:,.,Vg,,V, f.15 ll 'if 2 sim-3, 1,ii1.1E3jf,Qf133 5f3,f32-2i2 if-E-,315 i771