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Page Two SKYSCRAPER . 'I Have Qlorified Thee on Earth . The Beauty of Spring Inspires A Spiritual Awakening On a day such as one of these, nearly nineteen and a half centuries ago, a Man stood on a Palestine hillside and beheld the scenes of His childhood. A soft spring breeze touched His robes while thoughts of His life on earth stirred anew in His heart. Forty days had passed since His Resurrection, and now His beloved Mother and the disciples and faith ful friends gathered around Him, to gaze on the coun tenance of their Lord for the last time. The Man looked at His world and found it good. He saw that everywhere He had perfectly fulfilled the Father's Will. He had glori fied God's name on earth and suffered for man's sins, that man, too, might attain eternal life. Now He had a moment to consider His handiwork and the beauty of growth and greenness which also glorified Him. Perhaps He stooped to pick a flower and smell the pungency of its blossom. The coolness of green grass es under His sandled feet, and the welcoming shade of an olive tree could scarcely go unnoticed as He scanned His earth and reflected its beauty. Today, also, after months of cold and bleakness, the earth responds to warm sun shine and showers, and spring filters through tree- tops and borders sidewalks so that we, too, stop and ponder God's work. We iook over fences and see puffs of white blossom fringe narrow paths. We breathe the tang of lilac and bridal wreath and - watch sail boats race sea gulls on the Lake. We are reminded of the new life and growth that spring bears, and we thrill to its fresh ness that awakens new hopes. So, too, must these visible blessings of Christ imprint a spiritual rebirth in our hearts. We cannot look on the miracle of spring with out experiencing the joy He must have felt as He beheld His works, and the nostal gia He must have known when His hour of Ascension meant He had to leave them. We cannot look on the miracle of spring without experiencing a deeper feel ing of God's presence and offering to Him personal re- dedication for His promise of eternal life. We Can Check This Disaster Early-morning risers gasped at the ominous headlines describing the Texas City holocaust. Even callous businessmen sucked in their breath when they first saw pictures of the emaciated bodies of Europe's children. Tragedy plucks at our heart strings. We dig into our purses for money to send to the Red Cross ... or into our closets for a few garments for the relief drives. But, like Peter Pan and his nebulous reality, we still regard widespread disaster as belonging to the Never-Never land. Unless a problem is cataclysmic in its effects, we are not even aware of its existence. A few months ago, Mundelein students took the beams out of their eyes . . . shed the Peter Pan approach. . . . and perceived the appalling effects of paganism on the Windy City's entertainment. The subtle seeping of that paganism into the marrow of society forecasts a disaster more devastating than the Texas explosion . . . more tragic than European hunger. At last aware of the current of pain and moral paralysis, the stu dents acted. An Entertainment Board was born. Its purpose? To aid stu dents in discriminating between good and bad places and methods of recreation. It received unanimous approval in the assembly, but the Board, like most familiar things, is in danger of becoming just a routine thing. We should give it more earnest attention, all the time. At the NFCCS Constitutional Convention in April, collegians from New York to San Francisco met . . . compared notes . . . and found mutual awareness of the moral degeneration of society . . .and of their responsibility as Catholic college students. And it was Mundelein which offered the students of the en tire nation a tangible method to diffuse their Catholicity through out their environment. Through all of you, the basic idea for the En tertainment Board belongs to everyone. Since the plan first germinated and took its roots at Mundelein, it is the job of all the students to make it preeminently successful here in Chicago. Misguided Social Ambition Uses Faith As Tool Instead of Staff How not to be a good Catholic mother is the theme of Roger Dooley's first nov el. Less Than The Angels. A gripping and absorbing story, it teaches a lesson not easily forgot. Caroline Straubmeyer Murray, the heroine, is be loved in the little communi ty in which she lives, and is respected as a leader in Catholic action and charit able works. Realizing the town's social prejudice against her faith, however, she secretly decides that it is time to substitute coming- out parties and hunt break fasts for parish card par ties and communion break fasts. Her social ambition is the ruling factor in her life, and her loathing for the more poverty-stricken Catholics in the town makes many enemies. Her husband, an unassuming doctor, is the main victim of her drive for social position. He finally succumbs to her persuasion and enters the mayoral elec tion. Realizing that a son in the priesthood would assure the Catholic vote for her husband, she attempts to in terest Peter, half of her fashionably small family, in the vocation. She also tries to redeem herself as far as the Catholic families are concerned, since they are now valuable to her be cause of their votes. But downtrodden people have long memories, and events move swiftly toward a tragic climax involving herself and her family. For a first novel, Less Than The Angels, while not perfect, is a disting uished piece of work. Al though Mr. Dooley over emphasizes the dramatic, he nevertheless shows definite promise, his work revealing his message. Freshmen Deserve Degree Doctors of Delight Out of the prismatic, crystal-sharp ink wells of the Freshmen in April came the singularly mature wisdom innate in the enthusiastic young. Color your outlook, said they, with gentle urgency. I already felt somewhat in the pink, but, against a prescription tinted with such vivid appeal, how could I resist? Tagging humbly after my spring-sweet ened apostles, I flushed the pale dullness from my jaded eyes and opened them wide beyond astigmatic monotony. And, oh, the reward I telescoped a fifth dimension in teen-age technicolor. I saw the blithest of the year's blessings . . . all 418 of them ... in (oh, pardon me) their true colors. So, instead of minding my own outlook, I find myself looking-out at the color that they, the Freshmen, have infused into my college life. How could their prescription fail, when they themselves have tested and tried it with such artistry? I remember them as they were . . just eight short months ago ... a new college generation in new skirts and sweaters . . . carrying new books and sounding delight ed laughter at the shininess of life. ., Just their rainbow-brightness added a new course to the schedule of upperclass men . . . who had, perhaps, forgot how to find simple happiness and satis faction. Oh, I shall tell the freshmen thrice-over of the rich warmth they have kindled, of the unlimited promise they hold. And I shall plague the modest little unbelievers with proof positive that their prescription was filled long ago . . when they first trooped through the West door . . . just as the doctor ordered. But they cannot know and understand what I really mean until they have watched farsightedly while another new college generation is sketched across a scene grown stereoscopic in its flat familiarity. And, even then, the vision will not en large until it is their turn, as it is mine now, to step away, only half-willing . . . from the canvas on which each freshman mixes and daubs her own vivacious color. When this happens, they won't blame me for this sore attack of nostalgia. They dare not call it senior senility. Instead, outlooks re-freshmanized, they will be thinking, too, of that one soft hue, four layers down, that is all their own. MUNDELEIN COLIi. Chicago, 40, Illinois U.NDEH THE UlRECTlUI ni oi the Sisters ok U c Chakity, B.V.M. Entered a Second Class Matter Nov. ,il),G al llii rosl Offire of Chicago. Illinois, uncle? Act of Marcll 3. 1K97. 1.75 tl gt;e -ear. ic Published semi monthly Ironi Ocloher lot inclusive by thr students nf Mundelein CuliAi Vol. XVII May 5, 1947 Ni. e All-Catholic fek F Honors All-American jX Honors S Telephone: Sheldrake 9620 i Co-Edltors-in-Chief Florence Jankre Colleen P Associates Regina ?' Lucille Cook, Mary Em Harrigan, DtP' Toniatti. is Feature Editora Katherine Bui Frances ? Associates Cynthia Ki Jerianne Mangold, Mary Leona Mb' Jeanne Ondesco. Copy Editon Ellenmae v Marilyn Tamta- Associates Rita Ba Patricia Diy, News Editors Barbara Fl Jeanne Maiie Horan, Patricia Rij Associates Dorothy Dj-t Eileen Dolan, Geraldine Grace, k Jahrke, Patricia Nealin, Peggy Road8, Sports Editor Beatrice G4,, Associates Claire Jok Joyce Art Editor Margaret Mary CibH Reporters: Rosemary Benigtii, Isabelle Cox,J Cribari, Mary Lou Farrow, Janet Ginn, Mary Catherine O'Dwyer, Rita L' Lois Willard, June Kopal, Bernadette rf Katherine Malatesta, Patricia Tn ( Noreen Roche, Jane O'Neill, Lorf* Stajdohar, Jo Ann Figueira, Margaret j' La Vaque, Patricia Shanahan, Patricia F gt; Joan Merrick, Mary Lee Kasten, Mary Ian, Blanche Schwepper, and DoP' Gaughan. 'o Life with Father Away I could bake an apple pie. The 1-2-3-4 easy steps pictured in magazines had initiated me into the ranks of souffle queens. I was prepared for anything. The manifestations of my epicurean skill were few, but I knew that my shining hour would come and it did. Mop-in-hand, I blithely waved to my California-bound parents as they foolishly reminded me, between tearful goodbys, of my responsibilities. Didn't they know I was 20 years old ? Immediately I removed all notes Mother had obligingly tacked to the wall only children and old people have to be reminded to water plants and lock doors. Strangely enough, since my knowledge of world affairs embraced but little of do mestic finance, I was convinced that the check Father had tucked into my hand would last for months. I might even, I re flected, manage a new dress or a pair of shoes. The train whistle had scarcely stopped echoing in my ears when things began to happen. First, the decorator arrived unexpected ly, shoved a color chart into my hand, and asked where he should put his ladder. Be cause of my new pink coat, I mumbled something about liking pink and wanting to have my room painted blue. He seemed satisfied and I couldn't imagine why Mother had always made such a fuss about housecleaning. Next day, I dashed home from school to see my clean house. The bedroom fur niture was in the dining room; the kitchen chairs occupied the living room; daven ports and easy chairs decorated the kitchen and I had a new pink radiator 11 I My sister had decided to get the flic the doctor arrived just as I was leaibc the insurance business from the bi-motc collector. M Each day became worse than the prat ing one and how did I know you sh i remove bedspreads when you had the* orators ? le Sympathetic neighbors, obliging fri: I frantic California letters, and bills ip daily processions to our happy homtl managed, just the same, to buy new dral- towels, rugs, and a shower curtain to mfci our pink radiator. fi The range of my otherwise meagre I respondence widened to include milk n fruit man, water man, and young s*. who was slowly evolving into a profesiai al hostess for these visiting tradesmei rose at 6:30 a.m. and cleaned vene blinds while I mentally debated the nn gt;r of pork chops and hamburgers. And iif spare time I entertained and went school All of a sudden it happened MysterB ly, tragically, and yet simply I had fx left at the end of 14 days. And the plf were dead. I wired California for a spare dS and jokingly (I hoped) Father rerun' the telegram after writing moved toff olulu address unknown across thej velope. A letter followed undoubtedly self-defense enclosing a check and al insinuating that this one should lasto til August 1. Of course it will last such a genel check - and maybe I can get the I dress, too, this time. Anyway, sorael I shall write a book on How to Livei Ice Cream Ones and Like It. V I
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1947-05-05 (2)
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