St Wendelin High School - Foslin Yearbook (Fostoria, OH)

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Um Eelaaecf Alma Mata Through thy door four years we've gone With joy and pride deep in our heart And since the time to leave hath dawned, Reluctantly from thee We part. But, though We leave, We'll e'er remain Thy loyal sons and daughters true. ln years to comewforeer thou'lt reign In all We say-in all We do. Page Fifteen

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7fuI5ul'eZ'a '7eac!zapi As Commencement day approaches and as We, the graduating class of l9t39, cast a retrospective glance over our school years, we begin to realize and appreciate the unceasing and patient labor exerted by the teachers of St. Wen- delin High School in our behalf. Through the years they have seemed like guardian angels hovering over us constantly, protecting us from the many pit- falls which beset life's Way. There are no Words adequate to express our heartfelt thanks and apprecia- tion to them for their unselfish sacrifice of time and self for our spiritual and temporal betterment but We shall attempt in some small Way to repay our debt to them by always living the principles that have been instilled into our hearts. To Father Osterhage, who has labored so tirelessly during the past three years for the salvation of our souls and the development of our minds and bodies, we owe an immeasurable debt of gratitude. To Father Ftuess, who, by Word and example, has furnished a model of Christian goodness, We extend sincerest thanks. To the good sisters, Sister Mary Lillian, Sister Mary Dalene, Sister Mary Charlotte, and Sister Mary Francella, who were ever near and always eager to guide us along the way that leads to heaven, We wish to pay tribute. Finally, but in no wise least, our sincerest gratitude is extended to the lay faculty members, Mr. Adolph Tscherne, Mrs. Floyd Kinnaman, and Mrs. Clar- ence Kuhn, for their useful services. To all who have been instrumental in our progress-spiritually, intellect- ually, and materially we extend our heartfelt appreciation. William Page Fourteen

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Many, Sian aflhe Sea When Wild waves lash against my bark, O Star ot the Sea Remember me! And storm'-Winds howl and night is dark, O Star of the Sea Remember me! My bark is frail and I am Weak, O Star ot the Sea Come, succor me! My tear-sprayed eyes a beacon seek, O Star of the Sea Shine down on mel Ah! surging sin swept o'er my prow, O Star of the Sea Forgetting thee! But I am crushed and helpless now,- O Star of the Sea I look to thee! 'Tis hard to grapple with each Wave, O Star of the Sea For such as me! Lest passion's grasp again enslave, O Star of the Sea Stand guard o'er mel And when lite's twilight gathers fast, O Star ot the Sea Then think oi mel That l might reach the port at last, O Star of the Sea Remember me! Page Sixteen