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

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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

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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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PURPLE AND GOLD Page 29 way told us of his trials as a dentist 3 but as the work hurt his nerves as well as those of his patients he had come to the conclusion that he was looking down in the mouth too much. Something higher was his aim. He had taken to verse-writing. Now, he told us, his verse is syndicated by all the newspapers of the country. Artie had followed up many of our classmates and knew their whereabouts in the big city and elsewhere. XVhen I mentioned Don Gorman's name, Adam broke into a hearty laugh and suggested that the quartet give Don a surprise by calling at his home on Riverside Drive. When we called at Don's residence, the colored maid told us that he was at his club, The Bark- ing Owls. Hoppy knew the place well. VVe hired a taxi and alighted before one of the most fashionable Clubhouses in the Metropolis. Ush- ered into the sumptuous reception room we awaited in solemn awe the Don. A rotund gentleman soon appeared. VV e arose with serio- comic dignity and bowed profoundly to the bald- pated gentleman. After the usual formalities of greeting we sat in silence. Not long, however. Hoppy and Artie were desperately struggling to control themselves behind the folds of a New York evening paper-Fran and I looked as solemn as tombstones. Gentlemen, I do not understand. VVhy this unexpected visit P The solemnity of voice of our bald-headed host was too much. Artie al- most swallowed his ever-present cud of tobacco, and his frantic efforts to control himself made our professional Fran anxious for the moment. I alone maintained the gravity so habitual to me and told the illustrious Don who we were and the why of our visit. Poor Don combed his absent locks with his fingers. This reminded me of the day that Don came to school with his hair combed down and was not recognized by anyone until during the chemistry lesson when with a heavy staccato voice he attempted to enlighten the Brothers as to the true conception of HQS. VVhen Don looked at Artie and saw the teeth of our former dentist, he gave vent to a guffaw that upset the gravity of myself and Fran and caused Hoppy and Artie to place a soothing set of hands on ribs almost ready to crack with suppressed laughter. When we all came to we fell into a reminiscent mind. Don found out all about usg but what of Don? Yes, Don was in XVall Street. Enough said. ln 1950 Don is going to build a state of gym for his Alma Mater and endow the same with sufficient funds to hire coaches, pay the referees and umpires for all games and keep the chemistry laboratory supplied with test tubes until the year ZOO0. Go to it Don. Your brilliant dome will be a shining ornament in the gym and will inspire the students of 1970 to hold your memory in sacred awe. At a dinner in Don's mansion the following day he told us much of his success after leaving college and sketched his rapid rise in the financial world. At the same time he had kept in touch with many of the boys. , VVhere's Jeff? I asked. XVhy Jeff is an actor. He and Ben Weiss are the big hits in town. We were surprised to learn that they had entered vaudeville. Their rise was slow until they induced Falkner to write some skits for them. From that instant their success was won- derful and the trio had a phenomenal run of luck until their retirement as owners of several popular show-houses. ' On the following night we all called on jeff at his residence. Ben and Lesty were told of our presence in town and they came over at once. Fun was the order of the night. No need to go to a show, for here was a troupe bubbling over with an hilarity that was increased by the joy of an unexpected reunion. jeff and Ben had trav- eled so much thru their circuit that they had little difficulty in keeping in touch with the class. Don suggested that a class reunion be held in his home and asked the two actors to look up as