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

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iiig rrtr ifig lffi D . . . . . ON HAVING A TOOTH PULLED Having a tooth pulled is a wonderful experience. You go into the dentist's of- fice, with your knees shaking, the per- spiration rolling off your forehead and a sort of an empty feeling in the pit of your stomach. You remove your hat and coat slowly, consuming as much time as pos- sible. The door of an inner room opens, and you step into the torture chamber. where the following conversation takes p , place: N J4- VVhat can I do for you, my lad? ,Qu asks the Demon if ,Nl T of Torture. ' l You think that F .3 ' a rather foolish Q question because S , anyone can see by if x. -Q looking at your jaw just what the matter is, but you donlt tell him that. No sir, you're going to be nice and friendly to this man. I-er-er have a-er-tooth to be pulled, you bravely say. Hum-hum-'y glares the Demon over his spectacles, oh yes, oh yesf, You then seat yourself in the chair, and follow with your eyes every move- ment of your tormentor. He walks slowe- ly over to the high table, and proceeds to mix different liquids over a fire. After watching him several minutes, you finally ask: What's that, Doc? VVe inject this into your jaw to deaden tlse nerve. It won't hurt much, replies the Demon, continuing his work. You relax in the chair and allow your imagination to roam at will. This is al- ways good as it brings on a heavy per- spiration, palpitation of the heart, and a quickening of the pulse. You are brought out of your reverie by the great Demon slowly creeping upon you, holding in one hand a huge glass tube ending in a sharp needle, and in the other, a small piece of cotton soaked in iodine. Your mouth is open by this time and you get the taste of iodine. Simple, you think. Then you feel a sharp jab, and the game is started. You squirm around in your chair, twist in and out while the dope is being injected into your jaw. The needle is removed, and you have more time for reflection. You think of life and death, and all things like that. Suddenly, your hand flies to your jaw, your tongue feels heavy, and the sides of your face feel like a huge apple. VVhy, your jaws are numb, your lips quiver. and you feel 'fall gummed upln W'hen asked by the dentist how it feels, you smile a weak smile, your jaws just won't work. p .'Xfter waiting a few minutes, the De- mon pounces upon you from behind, shov- ing into your mouth a huge pair of pliers. Grabbing the tooth, a quick downward push, and the pulling starts. Your head is twisted one way and another. You swear he's pulling your head off, and then with a great jerk it comes out. You look at it, wondering how such a small thing could cause so much pain and agony. You remain in the chair for a few minutes, and then are told that you may leave. You jump out of the chair, rush into the ante-room, grab your hat and coat, dash out of the door, and once more you are a free man! Raymond Nolan, ,27. izrr Iif ff r fft r ' :.'1 rr22 r-f- fix: T731

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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

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4-vrf' i 1, go nu: LT Pkrggl JU' Pro Fide Et Patria Upon our Bishop's coat-of-arms, Are noble words whose beauty charms. 'fPro Fido et Patriof' A royal champion of the Faith A loyal citizen of the State! Pro Fido et Patriaf' To Rockford diocese he camo To spread the honor of God's name. Pro Fido et Patriaf' With light of Faith and Wi5d01M, too, Our school he's ever guided true. Pro Fido et Patriaf' On' battle-field tivixt life and death, He struggled while we prayed and wept Pro Fido et Patriaf' The King of Kings, he lives to servo And still his rnotto is the word. Pro Fido ot Patriaf' Lot siloer bells his triuniph ring, Our voices join his praise to sing. Pro Fido et Patriaf' To Prince of Church onr tribute giffn, lVho points the way from earth to Hoaffn Pro Fido ot Patriaf' Richard LaForge '30.