Louisville Male High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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Cliiss IIISI-0lHY In September, 1938, over three hundred openfmouthed, widefeyed freshmen, having passed through the picturesque portals of Old Male High for the first time, walked timidly about the building acquainting themselves with its many featuresgthe library, the auditorium, the trophy cases, the gym, the Qcensoredj, and last, but not least, the oiiice. Yes, this was our class, the Class of '41. After several weeks of adapting ourselves to our new school, we were greeted as English 3's by a hard fighting football team. The squad, captained by Morris Phelps, was successful most of the season, but lost its Thanksgiving Day contest to Manual by a merciless score. It was during these first games, however, that we began to sing with pride the words of our school song and to burst our lungs on Yea, Purple . By the close of our sophomore year most of us had entered one or more of various fields of activity-fathletics, clubs, and other organizations which played a tremendous part in developing the body, mind, and character. Some of us had joined the R. O. T. C. and, as rookies, were being taught the manual of arms by a villainous sergeant who delighted himself in giving demerits. Only the satisfaction of knowing that some day you would be in a position to take his place calmed whatever intentions you might have had. It was at this time that Major Bashore, now commissioned a Lieutenant Colonel, replaced Colonel Jordan as Professor of Military Science and Tactics. In the summer of '39, the band received an invitation to play in New York at the World's Fair. They accepted and brought recognition to themselves and the school by their outstanding performance. A few months previous to the band's debut in the Metropolis of America the new gym was becoming a reality-and was finally com' pleted in the fall. Under the able auspices of the Athletic Department, the Brook 'nl Breck, which had been inactive for some time, was again published and has flourished ever since. In the fall of IS9, while shivering in the cold, we saw the courageous lads defending the colors of Male defeated for the second successive time by Manual. Other than that the team, coached by Mr. Stovall and led by Captain Paul Koshewa, had a very favor' able season. Unsatisfied with following the regular routine of most classes, we assembled our' selves while Juniors and elected Joe Kaelin for our Class President. Carrol Witten and Harold Carr, two of our outstanding classmates, assumed control of our Junior Prom and, needless to say, it was a great success. Following summer vacation, we returned to school only to see Male's team once again run over by the boiler makers. This time, however, not by the tremendous score of the past two years. Being Seniors, some of us were commissioned in the R.O.T.C. and paraded about with our newly polished Sam Browns. Class officers were elected, and editors, presidents, and officers were numerous among our boys. Now as we leave Dear Old Male forever to face the hard and cruel world of today, may we, the graduating class of 1941, express our sincere gratitude for all that Male has done for us. We sincerely promise to uphold, under all conditions, the grand and glorious traditions that are Male's. Eleven

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CIASS I'lH0l'IlliCY PLAZA HOTEL 5th AVE. NEW YORK CITY Nov. 26, 1971 To Mr. Milburn and Class members of '41 : I know the interest that we the alumni of Male have in the old school, and I also remember the letters from the old grads that were read in Chapel before the Thanks' giving Game. This letter is written for the sole purpose of enlightening you on the whereabouts and occupations of a few of our class members. With the return of each spring the business men from all parts of the world begin to check up on their summer trade. It is for this reason alone that I am in the United States at this time. Since the early founding of the Morhagfly Hairdressing Salon in Louisville and until the End of World War II, and the consequent transfer of this concern to Paris, France, my time has been spent abroad, and I have had little or no opportunity to see my high school classmates. However on occasions I have come across one or two of them in different parts of the world. Immediately after the war while arranging the affairs of our concern in Paris I came across Lt. Col. W. C. Cawthon. We ate dinner on the Rue Marquis and he told me of his action in the Third Battle of the Marne after which the Third German Army surrendered. When I last heard from Cawthon he was on the General Staff in Washington. A short time later I ran into another old buddy. Remember Joe Knight? When I last saw him he was settled back in solid content in his office chair, He now holds a monopoly on threeffourths of the photography work done in New York, I am told. After this I left for France not to return until the following Christmas. Twelve