Villa Maria Academy - Frontenac Yearbook (Frontenac, MN)

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WHOSE AMERICA IHCIICJ IS called a melt ing pot People of all ll21tlOl2llltlCS colors and creeds hve freely under her fla Some can bo mst of ancestors com rn oyer on the May flou er others stlll hare '1 bro ue yet all are Amer IC ms All choose th clty county state ln which they want to lxye But do they haye a right to do th1s9 Surely before 1620 Amerlca must have belonged to someone Who helped the Pilgrims through thelr flrst w1nter9 Where are these people novx7 Could lt be that these people who once had dommlon over all North Amerlca now llye ln a clrcumscrlbed '1rea'7 Cant they too be melted 9 Mary Margaret Guettler '59 Publzshed zn Anthology of Western States Hzgh School Essays IMAGINATION Into each one of us God mu-.ed a dash of lIIlag1n3t1OH and thxs one mgredlent adds all the spice and warmth to our hves In the mlddle of a humdrum chore our eyes can suddenly sparkle as we plcture ourselves ln some faravs ay land of mystery and romance In the middle of hfes dally frustratlons and problems our lma gmatlon can look toward the future wlth hope and plans When we drlft mto slumber our mmds become stages for dreams and thousands of scenes are enacted wrth ourselves as domlna tlng stars Imaglnatlon can be serlous the plans of a new world or a creatlye Work of art can be formed Imagmatlon can be sad the unfulfllled dreams or the lmage of a loy ed one s face can be plctured Imaglnatlon can be al most rldxculous Ill 1tS trlcks of assoclatlon or It can be a drlvmg force Wlthln us A world vuth out lmagmatlon would be almost as cold and yold as a world VSltl1Ollt loye Imagmatlon IS the key to our storehouse of lmages wluch yy hen mlxed and added correctly vsxll form the 1dCdS of tomorrow and gne us the drlye to carry them out 7 Judy Frenzel 58 Publzshcd zn Anthology of W'esre1n States Hzgh School Fssays THE Woes OF fp cecu. CENTIPEDE Oh Cecll Cecll Centlpede May he eer rest ln peace Of this cruel earth he IS no more May all hls troubles cease He trayeled up to Peters gates one day we shall too Then Peter looked his records oer And sald Tls Heavn for you O greatest place of happmess' Hls trxals he thought were done But he vsas u rong for he found out That they had just begun Hls thousand palr of sklnny legs Caused trouble by and by VVhere could they flnd a thousand wings To help dear Cecil fly9 IZA B las ii nhl! A halo brlght and shlny now Is standard angel vxear But Ceclls long antennae would Become a tangled snare Poor Cecll mlssed hls basement floor He hked the damp and cold But up ln heayen lt was warm' It made hls bones feel old Hls troubles seemed to multlply Of Joys there was a dearth He went to Peter and sald Thanks But Ill go back to earth' Mary Svsanson 58 if F 'n 45 .' . ' U- - ' . an ' - - , , . '. . L 7 a Al . , , , . o . ' 7 - . t l , . - - 1 , . 4 . . ,. v -. - ' - ' 7 - , . . ig -j ' As ' , . ' 2 . . ' ' 9 C fa 1 or ' 44 ' 9 , w . . . v Y , y ' - lv P a - A ' a 0 . . . . . Y . 7 9 7: . v 1 7 . V ' . . V . . A . 9 L4 77 , . S - I 4 a ' 7 ' 1 r 1 , - ,L . . ' . ' 7 iz?12:Ifi:2:Z:l:i:i1131111112::Z:g:f:l:2:2:2:2:2:f:2:2:2:2:2:E1F17:3:21 5 .A I .Q 5 in. -k i' 9 c Q! 4 n 9 . ww 1 . . . . . . I .N any 7 , . . . 7 ' 7 7 7 ' an . . , . . . - . u a , a . , Q u n - Y J I V . . V , 1 . 2 . 7 . . . . ' . - . . .' , ' cc ' . 1 . . . . 7 . 3 77 v . 1 - I . . . 7 y 7 . 7. Y . . . 7 7 , .. L . . 1 1 . . .. 1 9 r ' r u u l u . . , K, , , . s 1 ' C , .Ut A I 26

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REVERIE was alone I walked down the Well worn path I could see the splendor of au tumn ln the trees the blrds and the fall flow ers I could feel the majesty of autumn 1n the a1r and ln the ground I walked upon It had ralned the nlght before and thls mornlng the a1r was fresh I could smell the beauty of autumn ln the smoke from a plle of burning leaves I wanted to stop for a whlle to s1t and appreclate what was golng on around me I wanted to look at the leaves Jack Frost had busled hlmself palntlng Thls mornlng the wood was burlng with the flre of color The glant trees were flamlng red and gold and russet The plnes wore thelr ever green color a beautlful contrast to the maples and elms When I responded to the tumult ln the sky I thrllled to see a flock of geese ln thelr annual mlgratlon That was a plcture of true un1 formlty each goose takln hrs speclal osltxon ln the V agalnst a perfect backdrop of t e deep blue autumn sky I wlshed desperately that I were an artxst that I mlght put all the grandeur on canvas or a poet that I mlght wrlte It for others to read But as the clrcumstances stood I was only a common ordmary untalented school glrl almost late for my 8 30 class Jerz Helmbrecht '58 A PLAY ON WORDS Vat s up Whats up9 You mean 'whos up Cor down for all we knowj It s An s Tlghtwad Accordlng to all reports he was lt as a flddle yet thls mornmg he was found ln hxs bed dead as a door na1l 'Good gravy' He never seemed 'under the weather to us lhlt the sack early every nlght and was on the ball all the day And I dont even glve a hootl' I thlnk he had a screw loose Hls wallet was flat as a pancake and h1s clothes shabby as a church mouse but he owned half the town Why he had lt and everybody 1n lt, 'wound around h1s llttle flnger ' Vats o1n on here9 up, down, flddles gravy sac hoot, pancakes? Dese Amerlcans vy don't de say vat de mean? Cathze ORourke '59 MUSSOLINI I am very proud to be of Itallan descent and I am proud of all my forefathers and ancestors wlth the exceptlon of one Often tlmes I wlsh h1s name could be erased and bamshed from all hlstory records I am ashamed of Benlto MUSS0llUll MUSSOIIDI was known to the world as a cruel dlctator He was brllhant ln hls knowledge of hlstory St3tlSt1CS and llterafure He had a struttmg walk wlth head thrown back and chest pushed forward He sought and wallowed III h1s own personal glory He loved to stand on hls balcony and hear the acclalmlng shouts from his people Hls body was very strong and powerful unllke hls morals and rellglous ldeals He abolished the Roman Cathollc youth organ lzatlons ln Italy and fought church Influence IH state affalrs He was so blood thirsty for power that It led to the suffering and humlllatlon of the Itallan people These are the reasons why I am not proud of Benlto Mussollnl Mary Ann Rossz 60 ON BEING A BABY SITTER Baby Slttlflgl Ah what a noble art' Those two llttle words baby slttmg pack just about as much power as two other l1ttle words atomlc bomb F lrst let us fmd out exactly what the term means Baby IS deflned as a chxld 1n arms an mfant Slttlng IS deflned as a smgle perlod of unlnterrupted appllcatlon Put the two together and lt sounds slmple The trouble IS that the baby usually 1snt a baby at all and that the Slttlng IS about as far from a slttlng as you can get Thls IS where the T N T ln the atomlc bomb comes 1n But you ask your self how a sweet llttle chlld could be packed wlth T N T Belleve me It lsnt hard Youll be prxvlleged to see all there IS as soon as Mommy and Daddy walk out the door The chlld ln arms IS usually able to walk and beglns the cham reactlon wlth a falnt plea for a glass of water From that moment on your llfe IS ln grave danger The lnfant rarely sto s short of trymg to burn the house down Wlth t e matches he found ln your purse whlle emptylng lt all over the l1v1ng room Of course lt doesn t help matters any lf the dear chlld has a few brothers and slsters about the same age engaged 1n the same occupatlon By the tlme the proud parents come home, the house you and the chlldren Cwho are now flnally ln hedj are completely worn out If you ve never trled baby Slttlng, I challenge you to try xt sometlme Sharon M zschel '5 8 1 - I l . ' 4 1 . I O 1 4 . 7 ' ' - 1 Y . l I . V . . . Q I, A Q . C - 4 . . x . - ' . . Y - . - 1 , 1 , , . . - 1 , - 1 . . U . . .. . f . D R 1 . l , I I I. . 1 1' .1 , . , , I- Q 1 1 ' 9 . . M . . I . - Q . . . . . a . . . . . . . ,, 7 . . ' . C4 77 ' 1 K. . ,,. . . L4 1 971 ' ' - 444 1 1 1 1 . l 0 . 7 , - 1 5 , , . . . , . . . . . . , J I U I , I 4 44 - - 77 ' l , n 1 1 n 1 Q, A ' , , . , . ' ' . 44' 77 - . . 4 1 . n I 0 GC 4 1 - - . . . . , 4 1 ' 4 - ' . ' ' 1 ' 4 - 1. . . , ' 1 1 , 0 . . KL 1 ' 1 - - - ' ' '- 1 . - , . . . 1 1 n . . g -T I . , . 1 1

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IDEALS Naturally my mam ldeal IS to strlve for eter nal happlness w1th God God created us to share wlth us Hls everlastlng happlness ln Heaven and thls IS one of the ldeals I am str1v1ng for I have three mlnor ldeals that stand out most 1n my l1fe The f1rst one IS purlty In thls day and age lt seems that some teenagers have a gay old tlme telling storles that are unflt to be told Hollywood does ltS best to teach people to be lmmodest ln the clothes they wear Books and magazmes and other sorts of f1ct1on that are sold on street corners cause lmpure thoughts and sometlmes evll deslres I dont want to be a part of thls With the Blessed Mother as my model I wlll always strlve to be pure IU every thmg I do The second of my Ideals IS courage Almost all my hfe I have followed along wlth people ln thelr OPIHIOHS and Ideas I stood up for my rlghts but not as well as I should have The reason for thls 1S because I feared what other laugh at me lf I made a rnlstake Now that I ve gotten older Ive had to face up to the fact that Ive got to make myself do thlngs Wrth St Ursula as my model I Wxll always strlve to have courage ln everythlng I do The thlrd of my ldeals IS charxtv There are many people who just love to gosslp about thelr nelghbors maybe knowlng that thev are ln Jurlng the reputatlon of someone or that they are saylng th1n s that should not be spread around I too have been ullty of thls fault Wlth Christ as my model I vslll always strive to love my fellow men as Christ Himself dld Connle Culhane 58 MEMORIES OF SUMMER O Whatever happened to those carefree days To the sparkllng water the skys starry maze To the power of the boat the Sklmmlng' skls The moonfllled night the whlsperlng breeze To the fresh clear water the baklng sun To the talkmg the laughter and all that func? Is It gone wlth the fllp of the calendar page Never to return to that golden age9 To fade wlth the hllls to age with the fall To d1e wlth the wmter the end of lt alla? Ah no another summer wlll come Wlth the green of the trees the warmth of the alr Glven by God for all to share Barbara Smlth, '58 SIGNS The welghtless snow swlrllng down A flammg sunset oer the skles A gnarled old oak all bent wlth age Are marvels caught by human eyes A happy b1rd smgmg of Joy The roll of thunder that seems so near A summer breeze that dreams and SlghS Are sounds plCk6d up by human ear A cold wet wlnd agalnst your face Satm wood smooth shlny steel A mothers gentle arms of love Are glfts that man can touch and feel These are slgns from Hls Great Hand That we mlght better understand Bonnxe Bagger, WHAT MY SENSES MEAN TO ME The values of my senses can be enumerated ln one ordlnary day ln my l1fe take that glgan tlc number tlmes 365 and the product of that tlmes the average hfe span whlch lS about seventy years and you have a small ldea of the value of the senses In the mornlng I awaken to an alarm clock the sense of hearmg I Jump out of bed and put on my robe because I feel cold touch I then go to the bath room and wash so that I wlll see a clean shmlng face ln mv mlrror slght I get dressed and go to Mass There before my eyes the Holy Sacrlflce IS offered What more beautlful sight could be placed before my eyes' Wlthout the sense of slght I would mrss out on all thls beauty After Mass I enjoy a dehclous breakfast and my sense of taste IS equally satlsfled throughout the day I go to school and all day long I em ploy the senses of slght and hearmg Every bit of beauty I take ln everv b1t of knowledge I comprehend comes through my senses I cannot lmaglne what my llfe would be hke rf I could not smell sweet aromas touch soft and hard objects see the beautlful and taste good home cooklng and hear the VOIFCS of those I love most My hfe would be void without my senses I thank God that I have not been chosen to sacrlflce any of these wonderful pou ers Mary M Giefer, '58 . . . . , . I . . . , ' ' . . . , L 1 . n .. , , ' - ' '58 . , l n V . people would think. I thought people would S2?2?2?3?2i2E3E5S35332323235533533EsE3i323iE?2E3ESi5i5S3E3?2?53Ei2E525533 . . , , . , . . V n V I' 4 3 , ' . . . . - g i D . . . . ' . D, , ' g . . 1 . v ' Q ' 7 . . 7 - . . , . . . u , . . 7 Q . I , . 1 o u l , , . . . , , , i - 0, . 1 . . . . 7 D . 7 . . . , . D . . , . 1 , 1, 1 1 I 7 V . . . . , . 7 27