Central Catholic High School - Trail Yearbook (South Bend, IN)

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One, two, three, daintily skip the kiddies at The Fredlake Tiny Tot's Dancing School. News Headline: Wack Arrested Again For Vagrancy. Big-businessman Mitch Niezgodski is back at C. C. They need a good man to sell candy. Jim Shilts has been voted the perfect Mr, Five-by-Five. Can't give you much on Vic Kuzmic, except that he is still hiding out from the South Bend police. The King of Swing, Johnny Burkart, is learning from Brother Arnold, how to read music. The gifted virtuoso, Bill O'Hara, is a street singer in the New York Bowery. South Bend's most staunch supporter, Ed Eberhart, is going to run for mayor in our fair city. Well, well, Bill Leyes is really going steady, and with a GIRL! Al Zwickl is now playing the piano at Kresge's Music Counter . As for Ernie Barany, he is teaching art at St. Joe Academy - not that he likes girls, though! And Andy Barany is currently pianoing with Gene Krupa's band. THE CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 43, are well aware of the fact that we did not develop into a group of supermen, mentally, or physically, but with- out any conceit whatsoever we feel that we did quite well. Of our greater accomplishments we leave the following so that the future graduating classes may have a foundation on which to build. I, John Burkart, bequeath my ability as a leader among men to Doc McMeel, who may use this power to its best advantage. I, William Voll, leave my unusual success with red-headed people to Jack Dougherty - and may God have mercy on his soul. As a quarterback, I, Bill Leyes, will my tricky method of calling football plays, especially, eleven to the right, to Jim Marke. I, Boob O'Hara, will my shyness toward girls to John Chearhart. I, Jim Heckaman, the greatest lover since Rudolph Valentino, leave my power over the weaker sex to Guy Martin. Some people leave their likes, others leave their abilities, but I, Mitchell Niezgodski, leave the torch which I've been carrying since 1943 to whoever is foolish enough to want it. I, John Christian, would like to leave my success in gathering influence with the faculty to Bob Roe, who hasn't been doing so well. I, Paul VandenBossche, will my sleepy disposition to Tripple, who has been working too hard. I, Jack Fredelake, leave my newest hair-do to Steve Marozsan. He may add this to his already enormous collection.

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY In view of what we have seen at C. C. in the last four years, we can easily predict very unusual things to come for this year's graduating class. In the next five years or so, we will, no doubt, find some over the road, a few riding the rails, and the rest engaged in out of the way jobs the likes of which can only be guessed. However, having been witnesses to the behavior of the so-called students, we venture to offer some pre- dictions. Here are the boys a few years from now: Bernie Gerstbauer is teaching in a grade school. He decided that he couldn't let all his talents go to waste on a farm. Joe Louis might as well throw in the towel, big Paul Hillebrand is challenging him for the world's championship. Yes, Wally Moore and Ed Ruetz are at it again! They are arguing up hills, down dales, everywhere. Now they are arguing whether teachers should be tolerated. Willie Fanto, the super-strong man, has made a fortune counting apples. Mr. Richard Sovinski, once known for his zoot suits, has opened a clothing store on Maxwell Street in Chicago. After spending five years on a health farm, Louie Seago has finally caught up on his sleep. The C. C. Gazette, new picture magazine, is being edited by our camera-fiend, Mart Palicki. Joe Fournier's wisecracking in class has finally got results. Brother Edgar had him sent to an Indian Reservation. Willie Voll has stopped going with redheads, and is devoting his life to trying to graduate from Vassar. Currently on the faculty at C. C. is Jaw-urge Kroger, in charge of Commando Training.. Our First Friday sermons, scathing ones, too, are being given by our own Father Christian. The chief grease-monkey at the Clemans Truck Line is Jimmy Scheetz, formerly just a monkey. Paul VandenBossche is learning to peel potatoes at you know where. Yes, indeed! Bob Buzolich suffered a nervous collapse after donating a pint of blood. Certainly that's Dan Kopp over there with all those girls! They had to lock up Fred Sosnoski. He thinks he is an airplane, and runs around screaming contact John Bender is still in the managing business. At present he is trying to manage a wife and eight children. Al Davis, the fellow voted most likely to succeed, has received degrees from no less than three major universities. Jim Heckaman is hard at work on his Fifth Symphony. The other four were tremendous successes. fWith the Basin Street gang.J

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I, Bill Fanto, will my knowledge and clearness of thought to Ralph Light, who can explain things to Brother Edgar with much more success than I did. I, Thomas Wack, will my wide awake Monday morning manner to Al Minne. I, Vic Kuzmic, leave my infiuence with Brother Louis to Joe Paris, who will certainly need it in his Senior year. I, Ernest Barany, will my ability to secure dates with girls that are going steady to Dick Brunner. May he turn out to be a Casanova of the Senior class just as I was supposed to be. I, Dick Skeeter Sovinski, will my reserved seat in the State to John Laughlin, who seems to need something to hold his interests. I, George Kroger, leave my speed record with a Model A to Ray Steiner, leaving him also the secret of my success - Red Bird Gasoline. I, Martin Palicki, will my record of perfect attendance to Pat Blackford. I, John Baldy Bender, will my great love of the finer arts to Louis Freitag, who may enjoy Tschaikowsky and Der Fuhrer's Face as I did. I, Jim Stilts Shilts, leave my slenderizing apparatus to Al Kuntz, although he really doesn't need it. I, Daniel Kopp, will my talkativeness to Martin Zernick, who has been too quiet during the past three years. I, Good old Al Zwickl, leave my tube of Burma Shave, which I never used because of the steel shortage, to Jim O'Hara. I, Andrew Barany, leave my jitter-bug skill to Bill Murphy. I, Albert Davis, will my knowledge of chemistry to Mr. Walsh, who may also buy my book of answers for a song - ah yes - a pound of coffee and a gallon of gas. I, Joseph Fournier, will my personality smile with the Ipana sparkle to Art Eulitz. I, Edwin Eberhardt, leave my story-telling ability, including the nine pound dressed chicken, to Julian VandeWal1e. I, Bernard Gerstbauer, will my adventures in a 13 year old struggle- buggy to tiny Tansey. I, Fred Sosnoski, will my masterful manner to Dick Moore. I, Walter Moore, leave my one true love, Jackie, to Fobe. I, Eddie Ruetz, will my influential interests at the Academy to Ed Probst, for I am looking for new fields to conquer. I, Jim Sheetz, will my bottle of goose grease hair slick to Fodge, only because I don't know anyone else who wants it. I, Louis Seago, leave my homework bureau to Bob Gregorits. I, Paul Hillebrand, will my flashy and fashionable way of roller skating to Minges. And I, Bob Buzolich, would like to end these Oh but so sincere wishes by willing my bone stretcher to Herman Horwarth, who without my help may never grow up.