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

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Page Four CARDINAL AND WHITE March 2, 1959 dinner. Nine thousand days rest- ed on my shoulders, I felt myself lagging under the load. Shrugging or twisting did not throw it off. A glance in the rear view mirror revealed my face. It looked older today. A line or two dug deeper at the corners of my eyes. The freshness of the morning shave had vanished. My hat pressed into my forehead. When I removed it, the warm air brushed softly. The hair of my head looked a little thinner and not quite so dark. Had this hap- pened in one day? No, not one, but in the hundreds of days that I had been too busy to regard as important. Here were the hours of time in a man's life spent in study, work, and helping people. They had been used so quietly that they had passed unnoticed by my curious eyes and ears. The droning traffic noise sud- denly boomed through my brain. A voice called me back from my dream. How do you feel, Bud? The day was over-I was at home. I wasn't driving a car, but resting in my bed. My eyes focused haz- ily on a familiar face. There was a smile that started on his lips and spread all the way to his eyes. My childhood giant, my boyhood friend was today revealed as the man flgvould like to be- my Dad. I had taken me a long time to .' him. Yes, it took a large- sized blow. A good dose of pain and a solid backward look into my conscience. Someone I had known about all my life, but today when I tried to write the story of my discovery the words were a bit vague. My story may fail to produce the feelings within me that beat to get out. Perhaps the true meaning will not be found in the Words I have written, but in the keeping of a promise I have made to myself: to strive, from this day onward, to build my life on the principles he has drummed into my thick head. I know that I buried them some- times When they didn't meet with my wilful opinion, but I shall continue to dig them out, for I am sure they are there. If I can't find the answer, I know where to go. The rules should be easier Fledgling H crms. Chaminade's Radio Club, under the call letters WOQON, was in- augurated in 1953. At that time three former students and Bro, Eugene Meyer decided to form a club to promote the study of elec- tronics. From that simple begin- ning came a club which annually numbers about 18 members. The club boasts two communication re- ceivers, a Collins 75A3 and a National NC 300, along with trans- mitters on the ten, twenty, forty, and eighty meter amateur bands, Eggheads Busy The aim of the Radio Club is that every member pass the gov- ernment test for a ham license. To achieve this end a forty-five minute period is set aside for the club every day. During this peri- od the members study code and theory, and build a transmitter to be used after the license is ob- tained. Brother Eugene Meyer is the moderator of the club, which is sponsored by the Chaminade Moth- ers' Club. Within the past weeks the two freshman History classes. under the direction of Bro. Harold Lootens, and Bro. Iohn Klein's fifth grade, have put on history displays in the school auditorium. Shown above is one of the fifth grade proiects. Chczmincrde Speech Clinic Underway On Monday, February 9, the Speech Clinic, conducted by Bro. Frank Klapp, S.M., opened for this year. The main objective for those joining is to acquire the minimum essentials of speech training in a regular classroom procedure. The Clinic is open to seniors, juniors, and sophomores,who have not had previous speech training here at Chaminade. to follow now that I recognize their meaning and I have a good model before my eyes .... I hope to make the pattern fit. The End Another vital factor of the Speech Clinic is that it has great value in forming leaders for Church and State, in developing personality and in preparing for the world of college and business -all these benefits are too obvi- ous to belabor. Those wishing to join received academic approval from the prin- cipal before joining the clinic. The Clinic was begun this year again because many students and parents have petitioned for more speech training at Chaminade. The Clinic will be held until the beginning of Easter vacation. Nine juniors and seniors are tak- ing part.

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March 2, 1959 CARDINAL AND WHITE Page Three I met him long ago. Yes, I have known him all my life. Look- ing back, I can recall several high spots in our relationship. When I was a small boy, I thought he was a giant. His face was but more big, sometimes stern, often it held a smile. A funny thing about that smile, it traveled all the way over his mouth and came out through his eyes. He had the longest arms. I should know, for they could reach and grab the seat of my pants quick as a cat. Sometimes this was to detain me when I was proceeding in the wrong direction. Some- times merely to hold me for a pleasant pat on the back or a farewell kiss. I often watched him walk away from me. His stride was full and regular. His shoulders straight and broad. I took a good many rides on those shoulders, walking or galloping, whatever our mood. One day, when I caught a foul tip full in the mouth, I learned how strong he was. Howling with pain, I ran into his arms., He lifted my hundred pounds as if I were a baby. A clean towel pressed tight to my mouth smoth- ered the howls and soaked up the blood. A few quick steps and we were speeding to the hospital. There, amidst starched nurses, r doctor and shining instruments, my tears and fears were wiped away. A kind, warm hand held mine through the ordeal of sur- gery. Driving home, the giant explained to me that a mistake of a man's judgment had caused the accident. He pointed out that I was growing up. I had been very brave when the stitches were put in, but I had also been very lucky. He explained that I was old enough to recognize danger, both physical and moral. His voice held a note of grown-up warning when he said, Use your head, my boy, for more than catching your hat! There was a somewhat softer tone to the rest of his conversation. Mike, you have been taught the rules of obedience, and to honor your mother and father. Sometimes you have tested the rules to see just what would happen. Obedi- ence is the law of God's universe, obey and you will grow in wis- dom and enjoy living. I lay nursing my wounds before the whole of our conversation be- gan to take shape in my own mind. I had discovered something new inside myself. My heart which had loved this giant was beginning to beat my will into DI L'0VERJ'. .. flxiif ment. Good friendships were pro- tection against idle wanderings. I realized that he had spent thirty years working hard to pro- vide for the home I lived in. Every morning for twenty years he had started his day with Mass and Communion. I felt sure there must have been some mornings when this was not easy to do. An Essay by Mike Britt xl' jf 41 Zz, Q-Qi 16 M727 ' N1 !,f Vfffe 1 l if ,fn . il 'MMM , 41 e- i A aff-S5 'N J Wu I I 'QA WN N ff f -sg, if f 44-, - RTx prix? 9 ,fi ,f-FY ' f fi ff' f rs., Nall! wx' ff, , Mill 'l af f It I Allin 4 rx , 'ag ,whiff Q Ixxbkiyxlll. lm TIM, 1 i I .. milf' '15 MN I . I x 1 102-' I M' as WM . ' . '14, N ,I-Wfffrf F ' if? l' Q W J N hx ii. 4 f X 1 I f X ' 7 fix A I I N l ' ,- , 'W N Vi biwfa' X I P line. I began to see and to know why this man was my ideal. True, my childhood impressions of him were crumbling a bit. He was not a giant, but a simple man who had spent many hours with me trying to communicate his own obedience to God on to me. His ability to understand me came from his own experience of living. He knew the pitfalls and bumps. The rules of discipline that had been pointed out to me were not to show authority, but to reflect a lesson he had learned. I must study to learn. I must stir my thinking to build my judg- But rain or shine, cold or warm, he had been in church to start his day. His day . . . this was a strange thoughtg suddenly I found myself walking dream-like in great foot- steps. I answered phone calls. I made decisions, listened to people tell their troubles, walked for hours on hot pavements. I began to find the confusion of this hustle very tiring. My head throbbed as I drove home. It would be good to take off my hot suit. The shoes on my feet felt tight and cramped my toes. I hoped for time to relax, so that I might enjoy my

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March 2, 1959 - CARDI NAL AND WH ITE Page Five Chess-Meets and Checkmates Did you know Chaminade had a chess team? And did you know it has matched two other schools? Well, it does, and it has. The first meet participated in was against Parkway on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Our players were: L. Carmody, Juan Perez, A. Siniscal, and J. Steger. Each player won both of his games, making the final score 8-0 in favor of Chaminade. In the second meet, which was held against U. City on Dec. 17, there were a few new players on our side, plus the players from the first meet, excepting Perez. The new players were T. Rucinski, Bill Olive, Rich Febuary, and Bob Hennessy. Carmody, Steger, and February each won a game: Siniscal tied one game, securing a half point. Our score was SM, and U. City's was 415. There will be one more game in the near future, a rematch against U. City. Father Langlainais is the chess team coach and Bro. David 0'Hearn arranges the meets. Yearbook Pictures Completed The Chaminade Photography Club, under the able direction of Brother Eugene Meyer, completed the 1959 yearbook pictures several weeks ago. During the last three months, the club's four members, Ted Jan- son, Ray Wander, Ted Mueller and Clancy Klingert, have worked diligently and have contributed much of their time and energy photographing and processing nu- merous pictures for the Cardinal, and Cardinal and White. To make it possible for the Photography Club to carry out these various functions, it has been stocked with some of the most modern equip- ment available, and it is utterly amazing to watch the speed and dexterity with which the members manipulate this equipment. It is After-Game Sock-Hops On the evenings of January 9 and January 16, following the Coyle and C.B.C. basketball games, respectively, the first Sock-Hops of the year were held in the Chaminade gymnasium. The over- whelming victories of both teams supplemented the jubilant evening. Music for dancing was furnished by the records well selected by Bro. Joseph Yasho, head of the Dance Committee. Because the after-game affair was titled a Sock-Hop, a few daring souls braved the chill lit- erally in sox. The sox were salient in many ways. Some had decorative beads on them, others had their ers' names, or that of their mater, Chaminade. own- alma It could easily be noticed that a good deal of time and work had gone into preparation for the de- but of certain sox. In fact, at one of the hops, when it was an- nounced that it would not be nec- essary to remove the shoes for the dancing because of inclement weather, certain ones did so any- way, to show their different foot- wear. The Sock-Hops, like most of the dances here at school, are pri- marily for collecting money for the annual Junior-Senior Prom at the close of the school year. Everyone had an enjoyable time at both affairs and anticipates more of the same. evident that this organization holds a place of high esteem among the many extra-curricular activities at Chaminade as long as there are photographs to be taken and a qualified staff to take them. Artistic Christmas One of the most prominent Christmas decorations at Chami- nade was the painting on the fac- ulty building. It portrayed the Nativity of Our Lord. Robert Rodgers, a member of the art class, painted the scene, using some techniques new at Chami- nade. First of all, a special paint was used so that black light made the picture appear in the dark. Then oil colors were used to heighten the effect of stained glass. At night it was hard to tell that it wasn't a window. SUPPORT MARIANIST SUBSCRIPTION DRIVE