Christian Brothers Academy - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Syracuse, NY)

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PURPLE AND GOLD Page 27 Class History-Continued SENIOR B pocketbook, apply at information desk in class 4B.j To top this list we had Captain Dwyer, Bishop, Byrne and McLaughlin on the baseball team. It is worthy of note that the three major sports were managed by 4B members: Ed Delaney, football, Bob Paltz, basketball, and Johnnie Mara, baseball. Truly a wonderful record of achievement. Bob Paltz was selected as Manager of the tournament team of Glens Falls. The true sportsmanship and competitive spirit which is fostered by participation in athletics at C. B. A. cannot but help the members of the class to strive for high places in the bigger, sterner Game of Life. During the last two months of the Senior Year, the election of class officers took place in prepara- tion for graduation. Robert Paltz was honored with the Presidency, Vlfilliam Dwyer was elected Vice-President g Francis Stapleton, Secretary: XYilliam Reddy, Treasurer, Edward Delaney, Critic. Following a custom inaugurated under the old Observer, the graduating classes took charge of -. Ju., ...,. the final edition of the Purple and Gold. May this edition always be treasured by each member of the class of '26, as a souvenir of the many happy days spent within the protecting portals of C. B. A. Thus endeth my task as Historian. Would that it had fallen to someone more gifted than I, who could have done justice to the theme. XVe are leaving C. B. A. now, to enter another world, a world of competition, of sorrow, of suc- cessg but though we may travel far from her, yet our minds will always linger there,-at C. B. A., where we found so many good and loyal friends: We love old friends for don't you see They know us to the core, And bring again to memory The youthful days once more. And so it is with old-time friends I We'll never let them go Until our earthly trouble ends Because we love them so. WM. V. REDDY '26, Class Historian.

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I ,., .,,, Page 28 PURPLE AND GOLD Class Prophecy Some fifteen years after my graduation I was struck by an auto while I was crossing one of the streets of New York City. For several days I lay unconsciousg when I awoke I looked blankly at my strange surroundings. I collected my scattered thoughts with an effort and closely studied a face partly hidden by a beard. Around the lips of the white-robed attendant a faint smile was playing. Then memory brought me back to my last year in high school and pictured that same smile so characteristic of a dear class- mate. A soft musical voice spoke. I have often heard that voice, thought I, and that smile! When my unknown attendant placed his hand on my head and pronounced me out of danger, I peered into his eyes questioningly. Slowly the words formed on my lips and in a voice audible to him alone, I said, Franny Bishop ? Yes, indeed, it was Franny, Under Frannie's skillful care I was soon on the road to complete recovery. During my con- valescence he stole many a time into my room, where we, like two big kids, went back over our school days and lived again the happy hours when we were young and free. From Frannie I learned of his wonderful career as a surgeon. I was delighted with his success so richly merited. He was one of Nature's noblemen and well he proved to be, to judge from the blessings invoked on him by the many whom he befriended in the course of his professional duties. Completely recovered from the effects of my mishap, I was soon back to my work as a public accountant. Frequentlyil met Frannie at my home: often we looked at the photo of our class, recalled the pet names of each and related many an amusing incident of class and lived again as thoughtless boys. Curiously we tried to trace the life history of each of our class, their ups and downs, their varied careers and finally concluded that we had every reason to feel satisfied that our class of '26 had done well and were all anchored safely. , One night Fran a11d I were enjoying one of our old-time meetings when the telephone rang. It was a hurry call for Fran. VVhen I met him again, shortly after, he told me of meeting one of our class-Hoppy, who was then on a busi- ness trip from Havana, where he had settled shortly after graduating from Manhattan College. As consulting engineer for the Hudson Bridge Co. he had made a name for himself. He was the same happy Hoppy and an enthusiastic sup- porter of his first love, the C. B. A. Some of his peppy speeches are still remembered by the stu- dents of later years. His generous checks and chunks of wisdom are always welcome at C. B. A. Eager to meet Hoppy, I went to his hotel. You can imagine my surprise when on reaching the hotel I found Artie Cleary climbing out of an underslung sport roadster heading for the same destination as I. Unnie recognized me at once. He was the same Artie of school days. He wore the same happy smile, carried himself in the same carefree manner and spilled out as fluently as ever his running comments on persons and events. Time had treated him gently and his locks were as of old-black as the raven. Before we had reached the lobby, Artie had deluged me with questions about myself and the boys. Rarely did he mention his past history. That interested me most, but my curiosity was satisfied only in the quiet of I-Ioppy's room where we talked over old days in C. B. A. until the wee hours of the following morn. Time Hitted by on wings. VVe were happy boys again. XV ith Hoppy and Artie, who could feel the oncoming of age? Boys' thoughts, we are told, are the thoughts of the wind. But who would not wish to be boys again as we were when we told of our experiences since we last parted on graduation night from C. B. A.? just for a few brief moments Artie controlled his risibilities and rollicking fun to tell us of himself. Even in this story of himself I had to make an effort to look serious, altho Hoppy was as sober as a judge. Artie in his own inimitable