Mount St Marys College - Pridwin Yearbook (Emmitsburg, MD)

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Our 45th Yoar Of Publication Volume XLV, No. 4 To gain the pertinent facts of this prestigious publica- tion we visited the tower suite of 4th Pang. Wholly unprepared for the reigning pandemonium, we sought out the only intelligent per- son present. After leaving the clothes tree a half hour later, we approached a strangely shod individual huddled in a corner count- ing his English credits. “Let’s see, I’ve got 3 cred- its for Victorian, plus 400 others, makes 403.” “Excuse me, sir, do you work here?” we said. “Why, yes! I’m Bernie Rodgers, crack English ma- jor and devotee of Jimmy Olson, cub reporter.” “Well, sir, we would like some facts on your scandal —er—paper.” “Certainly, over there is my right-hand man, Kevin Phelan. His motivation is surpassed only by his charm, wit and lack of gray matter. To your left, at the sports desk, you see Timmy “Hercules” Breslin playing jacks. The guy sit- ting under his desk, is Carl Chiappetta, Features Edi- tor. Che Mountain Lrho MOUNT ST. MARY’S COLLEGE, EMMITSBURG, MD. 21727 ECHO INTERVIEWED BY PRIDWIN Sitting next to Mr. Sadow- ski is Pat Finnegan. He’s obviously the Copy Editor because he’s pulling out his hair, striking wildly with his red pencils.” “Pencils! Red pencils! Need a gross more.” “There’s Bill Klimas, care- fully over-exposing all his film. Finally, there is Vin Tralka, the Editor who Manages—to miscount the number of ads and who also seems to have a lot of extra spending money.” “Do you have a final word, Mr. Rodgers?” “Yes, after this semester. [ibhave’473. “No, about the paper.” “Oh, yes,! Well, this is the finest group ever assembled under the enlightened lead- ership of anyone as great as me and my shoes. And besides, who says a dull newspaper has to be good.” “Thank you.” “Sure, now let’s see. If I pick up three more credits in cartooning, [ll have a triple minor...” Grom the Second Oldest Catholic College in the United Slates January 22, 1969 ECHO HAS PICNIC The Mt. Echo held its an- nual picnic last week and the event was heralded as a monumentous affair. The site of this “gala” was the friendly neighborhood grotto, a place near cam- pus. Upon arrival, a sump- tuous buffet was served at a nearby cemetery, and as Editor Bernie Rogers said, “It was really swell to sit out in the crisp, sub-zero, air, nibbling sandwiches while sitting on a cool marble slab. After the meal, the group then en- gaged in “Fun and Games” including: “Hucka-bucka tombstone,” “Dead-man’s bluff,” and “Pin the stiff on the vault] Mro Race O’Mortis, curator, said, “They were the quietest bunch I’ve ever had come into this cemetery, well, al- most the quietest.

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“Damnit, where the hell is Klimas, so help me, if ' he doesn’t get those pictures to me by this after- noon at midnight, I'll, I'll break his neck. Oh, and . . by the way, somebody get hold of Scanlon. It’s been three weeks since we heard from him. Isn’t he going to do anything? Oh yeah, somebody get me my pills. | think I’ve just had a cardiac = arrest.”’ So speaks Mike Reamy, Editor-in-Chief of the 1969 Pridwin. But all is not fun and frolick. Nay, not so. Imagine, if you will, six anxious editors trying desperately to work out the faculty section: Scanlon: “Here’s an idea. We could make the whole section kind of a gag, you know, photograph the faculty naked from the waist up or something. How does that sound. By the way, what is Reamy smoking in that pipe of his, cow manure?” Gansz: ‘Why don't we just skip the faculty entirely? After all, it’s not their yearbook.”’ O’Brien: “Yeah, I'll drink to that.” Gansz: “God, if Reamy doesn’t Stop screaming at us to get to work, we’ll never get to work.” Klimas: “lll drink to that.” Pruitt: “No, I’ve got it! We can in- corporate the faculty in the sports section and have them all Suma wrestling. Watch it! Here comes soba Reamy.” Kea : All: “Hey Mike, what kind of to- =—— bacco is that, (gag) sure smells great.” “Gee Mike, you’re my idol.” “Hey Mike, play the theme from Ben-Hur again. We’ve only heard it forty- seven times and you know how much we love it.” Exit Reamy Scanlon: “Socks, that’s it. He’s smoking old sweat socks!” Murphy: “Listen, if the faculty wants their pictures in the yearbook, why don’t they pay for it? Pruitt: “ll drink to that!” Murphy: “Somebody better give Reamy a tranquilizer or something. He’s standing over there talking about having some kind of fold-out sec- tion on the kitchen staff. | think he’s cracking up!” Kull: “Hey, if we don’t tell Reamy that we haven’t put the faculty in the yearbook, we can have a great party with the money we can save.”’ All: “Yeah, I'll drink to that!” Klimas: “‘Here’s a better idea. We put the faculty in, but we superimpose their picture on a picture of Raquel Welch. That’s the only way anybody will look at the section anyway.” O’Brien: “I'd like to drink to that except you know what a teetotaller | am.” All: “Sure!” Pessagno: ‘“‘No, Reamy would never pass it. You know what a Puritan he Sa Klimas: “Well, with a pipe that smells like that he doesn’t have much choice.” Scanlon: “O.K., it’s decided. First we sober up, then we drop this whole thing in Reamy’s lap.” And so you see, dear reader, all is not a bed of roses. Hard work, dili- gence, and a strong stomach have driven us onward ... and probably outward after this hits the presses. 69

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January 22, 1969 THE MONSTER THAT DEVOURED CLEVELAND UNPALATABLE The Cheezy Budgets pro- duction of The Monster That Devoured Cleveland left much to be desired, though the able directing of Arn Pitts, cousin of Zazu Pitts and son of Olive Pitts, was superb. THE MOUNTAIN ECHO FEATURES We feel that the casting of Raquel Welch as the help- less, mealy-mouthed, snotty grandmother was some- what forced, although she tried valiantly to overcome her somewhat obvious physical handicaps. Ozzie Nelson, as the handsome, windblown bonvivant, was excellent, especially in the passionate scenes at the “malt shop.” The monster, played by Arnold Stang, was credible in all except his musical numbers with King Kong and Rodan. I mean, really, three grown up monsters traipsing around like a bunch of simple fairies should be better left for a Walt Disney movie. Fi- nally, the victim, played by the city of Cleveland, was totally unbelievable. After all, who would ever believe a city with a name like Cleveland existed? Ridicu- lous! As an appetizer we found the Monster digesta- ble; as an entree—no thanks! WHO SAYS? The sun rose cold that early Saturday morning and all along the banks of Route 15 you could almost LCC ial Nethova ire —— BEAVER SHOOT! The buses rolled in early and the beaver shooters from the neighboring colleges as- sembled expectant, tense, awaiting the opening shot. Volume XLV Bernard F. Rodgers, Jr., ’69 Editor-in-Chief C. Vincent Tralka, ’69 Managing Editor Thomas F. Pruitt, ’69 Business Manager January 22, 1969 No.4 Charles F. Sadowski Moderator The spectators could hardly be con- trolled for the feverish excitement had grabbed them also. They knew many beavers would be shot that day and they cduld hardly wait to inspect the pelts. EDITORIAL BOARD Keving bese helan (1 News Timothy M. Breslin, ’69 Sports Carl Chiappetta, 69 . « Features Patrick Finnegan, ’70 . -- .- Copy Paul Rizza, ’70 ..==—S—SS—S— s« 'irrcclatiion William Klimas, ’69 Photography Louis H. Haifley, ’70, Asst. Business Mgr. And now all was ready. The beaver shooters assembled and then came the opening signal—crack—a beaver from the south was the first to go down. A common curly-furred beaver, only worth six points. And that was only the begin- ning. One by one the beavers went down and in the carnage one beaver reigned supreme, the rare blond beaver. The sun set cold that evening, the buses left, but fans of the beaver shoot would long re- member the day. NEWS STAFF: William Ariano, ’71; Robert Fe- dell, °71; Michael Lane, °71; Padraic Lan- non, ae John O’Brien, ’70; Ronald Pi- sani, °69. SPORTS STAFF: Jeffrey Gill, °70; Richard Horney, ’°71; Dana S. Kimmel, °69; John Lavin, 69; Harry Marra, ’69; Richard Mc- Ardle, 69; Lawrence Otter, °70; Paul Schwartz, ’71; Walt Brilhart, ’69. FEATURES STAFF: Patrick Finnegan, fKUR John Marcheski, ’69; Joseph Sturges, °69; John Whelley, ’70. TYPISTS: Charles Erskine, ’70; Patrick Fin- negan, °70; Joseph Sturges, ’69. ART AND PHOTOGRAPHY: William Klimas, 69; Gary Palank, °70. 71