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

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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.

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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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ON GETTING ADS There is really nothing I enjoy much more than getting ads for the Annual. One may start out on a beautiful rainy day, and tramp up one side of the street and down the other from morning till night, and have his efforts greatly rewarded by a few dollars, worth of ads. Going into a smaller sized store is not so bad, but when one approaches a large factory or depart- ment store the knees have a queer tendency to tremble, and rightly so, because an advertising manager for a huge company usually knows what hels talking about, and doesn't sign up for an ad unless he's feeling in extra high spirits. Another thing that makes one feel very light hearted is to go from place to place and receive the same, rubber stamp sob story. After an ad solicitor has gone all day and heard the same thing in eighty per cent of the stores, he will have it pretty well memorizedg it usually runs something like this: fWVell, you see we're cutting down on all our advertising this year. Last year we spent alto- gether too much on ads, and so we're cutting out all of the annuals, church reports, etc. If we do it for one theylll all be after us, so you see how it is. Come around next year and maybe we'll give you one. And then again, one will hit a few places, where he gets nothing but the cold shoulder, and is shown the door. But scattered here and there between these places are the stores that take an ad. There is nothing that gives you much more of a thrill than to go from place to place and be turned out, and finally hit an ad. I myself feel as if I were being ceded the Wool- worth building when I see a contract being signed for a four dollar ad-to say nothing of the big ones. Clifford Hyland, '27, IMAGINATION Imagination is the ability to believe that which is not so. It is forever misrepresenting something to me. If I expect to have a good time at some party, my anticipation of it so greatly outweighs any pleasure I receive while there, that I never have as good a time as I ex- pect, and am, therefore, disappointed or dis- satished. And eventually, it follows, that the only things that I enjoy are surprises. It makes me spend many uncomfortable hours wor- rying about something, that, in reality, is not bad enough to waste any thought on at all. It makes mountains out of mole hills, and fosters suspicion. It gives some little, foolish incident a mighty crushing significance, and offers up ridiculously impossible solutions to a problem- and I accept them. Philip McDonald, '27. EXAMS Exams -that dreaded word! I don't be- lieve there is another word more feared and hated by pupils than that little word of five let- ters. As soon as you are old enough to know anything in school you become acquainted with it. It follows you all through your school days -popping up just at the wrong time. just at the time when you feel the least like studying, you'1l hear, Exams tomorrow. And then the grind of sitting up the greater part of the night trying to learn everything you've forgotten or never did know. Your brain becomes one con- fused mass of a little of everything and by the time you decide to close your books for the night, you know less than when you began. Such is the idea that almost everyone has when she hears Exams Laurena Kirane, 'Z7. THE LONG PERIOD A broken watch lay on the desk, It was crippled by a fallg sun began to travel west, the watch told not at all. The But The time for the gong had passed and gone, But typing on went the class, For no one knew the hour of the day, As the watch was losing fast. And Lawyer Gill talked on and on About Commercial Law, And thought this hour of the day IfVas the longest he ever saw. But to our rescue came at length The owner of an Ingersoll, And proved to the owner of the Watch The damage of that fall. Mark Martegani. Stz aiiiii: trt ifti- lS0ll