Trinity High School - Trinitas Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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'wif F593-E5-3-F--1'3143: ...l.?..V-.-v Tpini tas T .'S.i.i Q. 1 He Was a Gareth The last, tall son of Si and Mirandy noted with interest that it was raining. and raining hard. The pine tree that had stood for generations outside his bed- room window bent to and fro as it yielded to the swaying power of the March wind. Suddenly a' streak of lightning shot through itg there was a crackling sound, and the pine was uprooted. When the young man regained his composure, which'for the moment had been widely shattered, he made his way to the lower regions of the ramshackle farm house. One thing, he knew, was certaing his mother was sure to say the roads were too muddy for him to go to school. She did. . Mike, she greeted her tall son, you'd better stay to home this morning. 'Tis too muddy for you. The object of such attention sat down and helped himself to the sausage. Ma, vou treat me as if I was still a kid. Indignation became quite evident in the voice of the seventeen year old man of the world. You should be glad 1'm trying to climb up so that I can achieve success. Do, you think Abe Lincoln's mother kept him from going to school on account of muddy roads? I'll bet he never missed a day throughout the whole year. Well, drawled Mirandy, I never did claim much schoolin'g but in my days we learned that young Abie never went much to school. Leastways if he did, I reckon he wouldn't bring home marks like you do. The blood rushed to Mike's face as he hastily resumed hisneating. I got to go to school, he muttered stubbornly. If you're aimin' to be a Lincoln, you can start freein' me from slavery. Now 1've got the chores to do, for your father's ailin' and your brother's hurried out to the Field. If there wasn't anything to be done you'd be wantin' to stay to home. But go along to school and take Sadie with you. I was after lettin' her sleep. Something that might best be described as a groan escaped from Mike. Al- though he was the last of the sons there was a younger child, a little sister, who had risen so proudly into the world as to proclaim herself a third grader. Where- ever Mike went, Sadie had to go. Fifteen minutes later, brother and sister, swathed in huge raincoats, stepped into the old fiivver and were soon bumping along in their quest for life's learning. T he school which they attended was only tive miles distant, and after safely cover- ing the first half of the journey, Mike began to think that his mother's fears were groundless. It was while his thoughts were thus occupied that Sadie called his attention to the road where a farmer was trying to signal them. Mike brought the car to a halt and earnestly thanked the man who had been trying to tell him the road was impassable. Since youth knows more than age, however, as soon as the farmer was out of sight, the little fiivver with its two occu- pants, resumed its course. A mile farther on, Mike began to laugh at the fellow's warning, for though it was rough going he fully believed he would reach his goal. No sooner had the boy expressed his amusement than the wheels started spinning, the car stopped, and would not budge. ln vain he pushed and pushed but only succeeded in getting himself mud covered. Sadie was unsympathetic. Page 28 - .,1!2I1! ', .,.v:ggi -1-is swath ......a...ns41am.4..t-.,...at..tqnniiaL.a2 -s ' hmumnuamm-Lai

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,-gi pp I I T, n 1' ids iv., - f. I Being somewhat of a futurist, 1 iind it difficult to pick out any one thing as 3 l the sole object of my expectancy and interest in the new school. I am looking I i forward to everything. I do know, however, that I am not solely interested in the i 5 big things, like the assembly, gymnasium, library, and laboratories. Their merits stand out so clearly that they are already acknowledged. Far more fascinating to , . , me are the little things, the every-day activities, each destined to form a separate . -- p spoke in the whirling wheel of Trinity High School life. One year is too short a time for any radical change, and St. Mary's spirit is gl: ,Q too firmly implanted in our hearts to be uprooted by a trip across the street, even ff Q, though it thereby becomes Trinity spirit. 1 have no fear, but only joyful an- lf Q ticipation regarding the continuation of athletics and the other major activities in the new Trinity High. just as the rest of the students rejoice in the inspiring l A pep meetings and social gatherings in the spacious assembly, so, too, shall I rejoice. if ill just as they thrill to the clean-cut athletics in the great gymnasium, even so shall -,', I thrill. But for the minor activities there is at times a tinge of anxiety in my ' , 5 eagerness. It has often been said that the little things are what really count. Will ll, H the feeling of loyalty and devotion among the students, caused by such close asso- if ,QI ciation at St. Mary's, dwindle when it is introduced into the larger classes? Will 'ill the every day occurrences which now mean so much to each of us, lose their appeal if I3 when compared with the more complicated enterprises of a larger student body? Q IE' Reassurance comes to me, however, for if I know my classmates as well as I think I 1 do, my questions are already answered. I am sure they all wish to make our i 5, first year in the new building a fulfillment of all our anticipations, and have gi f , I Q already resolved, as I have, to do their utmost to carry on at Trinity High the EQ, 'I unrivalled school life so gloriously instituted at St. Mary's. 1 P 'i . p LOUISE MCCLELLAND, '29, .31 fi , ' L3 l Blue. and White li nj q Blue and White-Saint Mary's colors- It Banner of Our Lady's love, it We shall carry it to honor Mill , Mary, Queen of Heaven above. if , Proud are we that she has chosen Us to bear her standard true, .al 5 Glad that we by her are favored it 3 To protect her white and blue. if ff We will hold it for our standard, fl ii We, the knights who praise her name, 4 l We will keep it pure and spotless JE, 2 So to praise Our Lady's fame. E! 1- ,i Never shall our footsteps falter, I si Ever shall our hearts be true El, pr, To the banner we have chosen, , lil To Our Lady's white and blue. 4 HELEN RINGEISEN, 228. ray Qu Page 27 ij' 2:72 r N23 A

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c 'iiwlllw 1928 V . HJ. an - -,vw V -47 1, -.A.,.-,7yk1-rgrevrv-1,--vis-vw, 'sun--' 'S-I 'jQ't'!!!'!!jfl'l'l'Px Im not going to be late she declared as she hopped out of the car and started to walk. Come on she called back. Despairing Mike gav one last shove and deserted the little car It seemed to Mike following the lead -of Sadie that h- tramped for hours along the muddy road. Finally wet and weary the two reached the school No sooner however, had the young man who had come so far in th- quest of education entered the Township High than he was reprimanded for being tardy As the morning progressed he discovered several astonishing facts-that he had studied th wrong theorem for geometry that the battle of Valley Forge was an event of the Revolutionary instead of the Civil War, and that Caesar's bridge was constructed in the first century. Mike began to wonder why he had been so crazy to come to school. It was with a grateful feeling that he went to his English class, for it was the last hour of the morning. Listlessly he penned the next day's assignment and roused himself to a passive interest. Then Gareth and Lynette were mentioned. Magic words! Mike was soon following Gareth from Bellicent's home to Arthur's court, working with him under Kay in the scullery, persevering with his hero in the long pursuit of Lynette, overthrowing Morning Star and his brothers, and, at length, saving the Lady Lyonors You should all try to become Garethsf, said the teacher after a discussion had been held concerning the merits of the great knight. Each of you can imi tate the ways of this chivalrous hero who, in spite of numerous conflicts, at last Tpfnitas L94 realized his ideal. Mike drew himself up in his seat and smiled. He smiled again. Then he started to chuckle. His chuckle broke into a laugh and soon he was shaking with unrestrained mirth. Why he was a Gareth! He thought of the pine tree, his good mother being bad mother unto him, and the man who had accosted him. Of course, instead of a wonderful horse he had a flivver, and instead of a palace, the old farm house: true he hadn't followed the inspiring Lynette but he had followed red-haired, freckle-faced Sadie. He was a Gareth! MARGARET O,MALLEY '29 Page 29 5 1 l l ss, .gl lil 1 l il' I ll l l l l gs S li if ii iii ii E li . itil I If 1 if ' i E l T . i l ii lt il li i 1 IQ LE ..... . a.5:r . it