Chaminade College Preparatory School - Cardinal Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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December 20, 1957 CARDINAL AND WH ITE Page Three HO OR ROLL HIGH HONORS SENIORS Dailey, John llotter, Paul Gutsmiedl, John Maeder, K'lmrlm-s Tucth, Michael JUNIORS Dawson, Doyne Siniscal, Albert XVyss, Emert Hellrung, ltohcrt Kuzmlch, liicharcl Saguto, XVilliam SOPHOMORES Klebba, James Hulshnf, Louis Krcwet, l rank Bozdcck, James Nolan, Uharles Faherty, Greg FRESHMEN McBride, Bill Leonhardt, Eric XVick, Joseph Nvenger, Terry Ohlms, David Speckart, Louis Stolze, James GRADE S DelaGarza, Alex Guzman, Manuel Lowdcrman, VVilli Mahoney, NVilliam Mlstrot, Jacques Potts, Mark Schaefer, Robert Stephens, llohcrt Thiel, Guy 'vVefel, XVilliam GRADE 7 Dalton, Kim Krewet, Pete Fischer, Charles Forrestal, Pat Tarantola, Rocky Smith, Rusty Quillman, lflfl Nalters Dennis Moyer, Eric GRADE 6 Stuck, Dale Mclhirniiclc, Steve Hcdenkmnp, Rick y Green, Dan GRADE 5 Sntemeier, ltobert GRADE 4 Murphy, Terry Savard, Ktlichael HONORS SENIORS Kane, Don Cornell, Paul Kesarns, Kevin Corbin, Michael Klinedinst, Lloyd Knese, Paul Schultz, George JUNIORJS Mangin, Ray Dennis, Marty Rabenau, Richard Einig, Francis Olive, Bill Robbins, Felix Il Ill Yea, C'!1aIm71da'e! Chaminade cheerleading has been dramatically re-styled this year by the addition of a feminine touch. The jPep Club has organized the junior and senior classes into vot- ing on our school's cheering sys- tem. The vote cast favored girls, and so now there will be new, and prettier, faces pushing our varsity team. The combination will be three Chaminade seniors and two ffemalej St. Joseph Academy sen- iors. The next time you attend a var- sity game, the cheerleader lineup facing you will consist of Chami- nade's Ted Jacoby, Charlie Stock, and Lloyd Klinedinstg and St. Joe's Pat Murphy and Sharon Brown. In the B team, too, new cheers and cheerleaders have been added. Leading the B team will be sopho- mores Mike McCarthy and Don Alvarez, and freshmen Tom Wey- forth and Denny Maginn. Chaminade can now exert full steam, backing up top teams, with top cheering. It's up to us, the spectators, not to let our teams and our cheerleaders down. SOPHOMORES Cornwell, Tom Lombardo, Gary Tieher, Joe Downing, Mike Morris, Mike Villars, Doug Hinckley, John Roberts. LeRoy Ford, Mike Nolan, Pat Kuhn, Ken LaVigne, Greg Pruess, Paul FRESH'M'EN Heiman, Grey.: Tucker, Fred Shaughnessy, Miko Murphy, Jack Jones, Orion Dailey, Pat lllwllivlia, Glen llovland, Tom Ellis, Steve Halloran, Davc Lyman, Sherman Muranski, Tom

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Page Two CARDINAL AND WHITE December 20, 1957 CONCERT BAND DEBUT Congratulations to the Chaminade Concert Band for their fine performance at the annual Winter Concert, December 8. The band, under the direction of Mr. Kenneth C. Schiebal, worked diligently to make the concert one of the best ever presented. With a wide variety of selections played, the band played everything from A Tribute to Glenn Miller to the Dixieland arrangement of High Society. The gym was filled to overflowing with parents, alumni and members of the faculty. The band gave us truly a night to recall again and again. Retreat Review From Nov. 25 to Nov. 27, Chaminade students observed their annual retreat. The retreat this year was conducted by Father Michael Dorsey, S.M., from San Antonio, Texas. These were days of grace for the men of Chaminade, which will give Satan a hard time in the future. Father Dorsey commented that a good retreat is measured by the number of confessions heard, and if this is true, the Chaminade retreat was truly outstanding. With an increase of grace and the silence that was predominant during the retreat, the boys were encouraged to give serious thought to their voca- tion. Only time will tell what benefits we have received from the retreat. To Father Dorsey we give many thanks and we cordially invite him, with God's blessing, to return soon to Chaminade. -T wimsn coucnrrr End Of Speech Season The 1957 CISL speech season came to an end Saturday, December 7, with the third and last meet held at St. Louis University. Due to some bad breaks, Bob Hellrung was the only representative in the finals of the meet. He placed second after a long, hard trail to success. With the end of the speech season, we feel that our team has been a credit to our school. Congrats to all who participated in the Speech Club this year. A special commendation to Bob Hellrung, who received first place for the year in Non-Original Oratory, and the Oratory Team, who won a third place trophy. T Z on uenfion mmf uer The much talked about sodality convention has been talked about even more since its completion on December 1. Sodalists and moderators from all over the country have admitted that it was the finest convention held yet. Much of the credit for its success is due to Father Willis Langlinais, the driving force behind the entire operation, and to the various sodality moderators, Brother Klapp, Brother Yasho, Brother Nance, Brother O'Connor, Brother Lootens and Brother Rasky. And, of course, many thanks are due to all of the Cham- inade sodalists who acted the parts of hosts with admirable geniality. W Opening of Murionlst Sodaliiy Convention

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Page Four CARDINAL AND WHITE December 20, 1957 A. M. . . . . by John Davis The alarm woke him at four that morning. His mind came back from wherever it goes during sleeping, and reluctantly took up the business of apprehending the gloomy outside. He began to listen to the lament of the wind, only broken by the crescendo of a distant train. But beyond being aware of these things, he had no part in them. As always, when he awoke, this was the interval of physical paralysis, at which time bodily motion is out of the question. The muscles of his legs and back were stiff from previous journeys at this hour. Consciousness and body lay together, in one sleepy person, not yet articulated with each other, and accepting their particular discomforts passively. Then they flowed together into one sharp infiiction and he remembered where he was. He began to wrestle his way into his clothes, constantly reminding himself of his job, and of how strong the wind roared. The sleep he hadn't had was heavy behind his eyes, and there was a fiat taste in the roof of his mouth. He stumbled down the hallway, groping for the light in the kitchen. Its sharp brightness struck him a physical blow. Suddenly-he was wide awake. There before him was his job. One-hundred and twenty-one copies of the Decatur Herald, sixty-two pages to each, glared at him from beneath their wire-fastened cover. Another gush of wind from the corner of the house snuffed his trance from the papers to the clock on the wall. The hands were clasped at 4:20 a.m,, and the whirling second hand ground up his valuable time. His fumbling hands tore at the wire. Today's load would require three paper bags, throwing his bike off balance. In the winter's coldness he shiv- ered, but folded the last editorial. Then he slipped into his heavy leather jacket and, picking up his load, headed for the garage. He shivered again, drawing in his first breath of the cold air about him. Within a few minutes he was on his way, think- ing, mainly, of the first part of his route. He thought of a single house, isolated from town life, idling near a large swampy pond. The wind bit at his fingers as he peddled towards the old place. flts appearance was frightening enough in midday.J Its sole owner and inhabitant was an old lady with a cancerous infection on her face. The disease had eaten away her nose, and a patch concealed a similarly affected eye. He had also noticed the 1924 calendar on her cracked wall. fThat wouldn't seem odd except for the fact that it was 1955.1 He tried to laugh off his thoughts as he rounded the road that led to her house. Already, at a half mile distance, the house struck out like a perfec- tionist in an Odd Fellows Club. Entirely sur- rounded by gloomy pine trees, only one dim light prevailed, His bike swerved on the slick road and seemed to scrape at its off-balancing load. The He noticed the dim light from within. -Picturel by Bro. William Nance. slow rate of the bike seemed to bring him too close, too fast, to the gloomy shell embedded within the whistling pines. He remembered the house had no drive, which meant he would have to circle through the weedy front yard. Not a thread of light prevailed from the bleached winter sky. His only desire was to rid himself of that place as soon as possible. The cold air pierced through his lungs and the icy fingers of the wind tore at his face. He had mentally mapped out the route he was to take, so that he could make a quickened exit through the old front yard. This visit would safely reward his effort. His hand searched for an edition of the Herald. Nearing the peak of the loop, he noticed the dim light from within, then disappearing suddenly, and the total darkness grasped his throbbing heart. Simultaneously the paper hit the porch and the massive door flew open. In terror he cut the bike sharp, and headed for the gate. Suddenly something grabbed him. He felt it scratch at his leather jacket. His taut legs increased the stroke of his peddling as he sped to tear loose his legs. Once through the gate a quick glance over the sojourner's shoulder revealed the scratchy arms of a rose bush Waving farewell. rl' r I I 9 Iilrr EDITQR K,,,,-,-,,,,,-,,,,,,,,,,,-,-,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,...,.,,,,.......,........ Mike Tueth ASSISTANT EDITORS: ,o......,,.e Mike Adrian, Doyne Dawson. Ioe Ellehrecht PICTURE EDITOR .... ............................. ...r................. E rn en WYSS REPORTERS: Chris Bincx, Iim Bozdech, Bill Burqlechner. Randy Gross, David Hcxllorcm, Bob Hellrunq, Richard Kuzmich, Iohn Meier, Paul Pruess, John Rolwinq, Vince Stuart, Bruce Sommers TYPISTS and PROOFREADERS: ................ lim Brennan. lim Bresncxhcm, Paul Roiter