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Page Two SKYSCRAPER Curtain Closes On Church Centennial To Honor Mary The curtain of time is finally beginning its descent upon one of the truly great dramas of our age the Marian Year. Appropriately enough, the final act will be presented on Dec. 8r a day of dual importance, for it is at once the feast of the Immaculate Conception, and the anniversary of the proclamation of this great dogma 100 years ago. Then, as now, the official statement of the Church has meant greater honor and glory for Mary, but perhaps what is even more important, it has given every child of Our Lady a new title under which to seek her aid and increase his love for her Immaculate Mary. As Catholics we are bound to believe this dogma, but it is imperative to realize that it is not something the Church thought up in a few spare mo ments because her prelates had nothing better to do. It is, rather, a care fully considered action based on Mary's own words to Bernadette at Lourdes, I am the Immaculate Conception. In view of this, we should really welcome the act of faith required of us in our acceptance of this dogma as an opportunity to come a little closer to a loving Mother. Undoubtedly, devotion to Mary plays a different role in the lives of each of us. However, a little reflection on just what we have done personally for Our Lady during her year is certainly in order. A public report on what our spiritual ardour has accomplished would be very interesting, to say the least. However, love for Mary is a private affair that concerns only two peo ple Mary and you If we find that devotion to the Blessed Mother falls under the caption Room for Improvement, this is definitely not the time for discouragement. Remember that, even though the days of the official Marian Year are swiftly drawing to a close, Our Lady can and will reign in our hearts every day of every year if we only ask her. What Qoes On . . . Santa Reverses Tradition And Sends Letters To Us On a merry day in December a visi tor paused before the gingerbread house at 1 State Street, North Pole, Earth. Eerie shadows cast by flickering tapers danced on the silvery snow. The visitor leaned on a sugar-coated window sill and peeked into a large busy room. Sprites and pixies were bustling about at their seasonal occupation. Delicate dolls, fierce fire-engines and shiny sleds in various stages of devel opment adorned tool-laden benches and desks. The bearded visitor hazarded a light rap on the candy-cane knocker. With a sweeping flourish the door was opened by the proprietor of the establishment a rather stocky, red- faced, white bearded old gentleman dressed in the reddest of red suits trimmed in the whitest of white er mine. After a cursory tour of the estab lishment the two gentlemen sat down on a worn warm bench and a serious conversation followed. The old man that had introduced himself as St. Nicholas spoke first. I'll get right to the point, Mr. Claus. Tliere's a rumor in heaven and on earth that all's not right concerning Christmas. I've met you, I've seen your wonderful establishment and I'm puzzled. For the first time the very notice able twinkle left Santa's eyes and a huge sigh escaped his lips. Yes, I've heard. It has always been my intention to foster the spirit of giving as the Christ Child would have me do, but lately all has been twisted and made so commercial ... His beauti ful beard became moist with tears. Please, Mr. Claus, don't take it so hard. Perhaps I'm really to blame. I started all this many years ago in Europe. Our main concern now is to rid the people of this feeling. Both men paced the room, strok ing their beards until they were soiled. St. Nicholas was the first to recover. Let's contact all the good Catholics and other Christians in the United States and ask them to ex plain for us. Surely they know and understand our problem. Santa agreed, and so the two old men wrote letters to all their friends. We at Mundelein received ours today. They ask that we spread the story of Christ and enjoy the fun Mr. Santa Claus and St. Nicholas bring. Jne Kudcraper Vol. XXV Dec. 6, 1954 No. 5 Entered as Second Class Matter Not. 30, 1932, at the Post Office of Chicago, Illinois, under the Act of March 3, 1879, 1.75 per year. Published semi-monthly from October to May inclusive by the students of Mundelein College, 6363 Sheridan Road, Chicago 40. Editors-in-Chief Rosemarie Daly, Grace Pertell, Patricia Sampson Associates Mary Carey, Ann Storino, Mary Alice Winn SAC Speaks Up Mary Ann Lashmet Skyscrapings Jean Kielty What Goes On Mary Lou Doherty Editorial Associates Loretta Casey, Marie Kobielus, Nancy Mammoser Art Editor Vasilia Soutsos Reporters Leora Bruch, Chandra Camp, Patricia Sullivan, Rita Caprini, Toni Cassaretto, Hannah Marie Dwyer, Marilyn Fitzpatrick, Geraldine Gross, Donna Hanson, Diane Letourneau, Joanne Matusak, Josephine Mele, Mari- beth Naughton, Marilyn Santini, Mary Ann Schumann, Genevieve Teutsch, Frances Theisen, Nan Voss, Patricia Kobel, Mary Ann Banich Student View . . . Christmas Can Be Christened By Chicago With Care In the traditional season of giving, we remember our relatives, our friends, our neighbors all those who are close to us in time, space and af fection. Yet we sometimes fail to see beyond our immediate surroundings, beyond the confines of our nation. Thousands of refugees from Iron Curtain countries cross the line of no return every week. These liberty-lov ing individuals leave friends, posses sions and country behind them, in ex change for the poverty of a displaced person. We, in the United States, tend to forget that these folk are our brethren also. However, we now have a chance to revive our re membering faculty. This year CARE has launched a food cru sade of holiday packages to sup plement the diets of these and other needy people. Just 1 sent to CARE, Chicago, will send two large packages of food to hungry children and needy families in 32 countries for Christmas. The contents of the special packages will be surplus food turned over to CARE for distribution abroad by the Foreign Operations Administration. When we are trudging down State street, gazing at and admiring Christ mas finery and festivity, when we are enveloped in the Christmas spirit of giving, it might be worthwhile to con sider those less fortunate than we are. Our holidays will be happier and holier when each of us can say, I helped someone somewhere have a happier holiday. Our Lord was thinking of such a chance for personal sanctifica- tion when He said, Whatsoever you do unto the least of My chil dren, you do unto Me. Divertissement . . . Chicago Qobel Is Qeorge Comedian George Cobel, a native Chicagoai traveled the local nightclub circuit without any noticeable recognitim for several years. Fame must haw been one of the clauses in his NBC TV contract, however. After only three performances of the Georgt Gobel Show, other television pro- grains and movie companies clam ored for a share of the Gobel glibnea His style, indescribable by the ht morist himself, is as refreshing and unique as fresh strawberries in Jan uary. The 34 year old Gobel claims he is just a simple, unpretentious fellow. Whenever he accidentally slips ini five syllable word or a profound state- ment, he is so startled that the grin- ace which follows looks like the n- suit of a painful hammer-lock or leg- twist. So there you are. It all just goesti show that George Gobel is the yeari most promising comedian. Sure hek And you can't hardly get them more. The Earth Is A Ragged Juggler 1 And We, But Eager Children I Once long ago in Tilly Toe, a kingdom by the moon, a little boy cam running, whistling a little tune. With all his heart he whistled and sa i a little song, 'til all at once he stopped to hear the ancient Church bi gong. He saw the Juggler coming down the rutted road holding on a long, loud string a purple-speckled toad. He tried to run right past him, but I Juggler only laughed and said, Ho-ho, my little man, why aren't youhoB in bed? The little boy stood squirming, vexed at the delay. I'm going to seetk Queen, he said, I must be on my way. I want to see the Prince befon He takes His nap. I've got a present, too a little bird's-hair cap. And the little boy went running on and passed the Snowy Sea, and U puzzled Juggler scratched his head and then he rubbed his knee. Thenl began to follow him, and how he puffed and chugged, for he was short I1 wind. For half a sun-burst the boy ran on, 'til all at once he tripped, but tt got up again. He came up to a great, high house, a castle sure enough, and creeps quiet as a mouse, he held the cap of fluff. The Juggler, puffing still, stood watching and got a frightful chill. U he saw the boy had led him to the Church upon the hill. And he watchd in great bewilderment and saw the boy creep near some statues in a stable He took another chill for fear as the boy began to whistle. Do you think He liked the song, my Queen, did He like the sonji I'm glad He's still awake, since I brought a gift along. Can I give itt the Prince, my Queen, can I put it on His head? Oh, yes, my little one, she said, I really think you should. To make His head rest easier when He sleeps upon the Wood. The little boy put the feathered cap upon the Prince's head. The QoeeB smiled. The Prince smiled. The Juggler fainted dead. For all at oncel U golden crown appeared above the child. And a kingly voice was heard say, Well have you prepared, my son, for Us this Christmas Day.
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1954-12-06 (2)
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Student newspaper for Mundelein College
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