Power Memorial Academy - Power Yearbook (New York, NY)

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DIAMUND CIIITERS Each year the baseball Hninesl' of Power's J.V. are notable in someway or another. This year it seems that the characteristic of the team is a very strong hitting as illustrated by three games in which they produced over ten runs. The outfield has great depth with players like Woop, Caruso, and Mangone. In the infield there is Bert- odatti, at first base, Frankanbush at second, Taylor at short and Natale covers the third base 'sack'. Up to the middle of April the records of the pitchers Were: Anczarki, three Wins one loss, Kelly, two Wins and no lossesg Woop, one win and no losses. Behind the plate is the team captain, Kepics. The 'tBig Gunsl' in the hitting section are Bertodatti, Natale, and Magone, with batting averages of .500, .400 and .450 respectively. Mr. Liggio the capable coach of the Junior Varsity, regards the I56 team as the inest yet and hopes to prove this. X ,ag W 091 . ,. ., r' Q71 'K' I f -A W ,o V, ,,' ,, ZW Q 4 2 2 .9-4. 4 5 4' , ,H I J agar H0 we ,. w IQQ35i,,p L,-F 1.55111 N I . on-x VA .s- igrvwvjkllqllmw, .. JUNIOR VARSITY BASEBALL, fleft to rightl front row: I. Kelly, I. Kepics, I. Lawlor, F. Natale. Back Row: E. Cohily, R. Woop, D. Coe, A. Mangone, R. Anczarki, R. Bertodatti, F. Franken- bush, I. Kelly, I. Caruso, I. Macaluso and Mr. V. Liggio, Coach and Moderator of the team. x - RICHARD BERTODATTI TOUCHES FIRST AND COMPLETES THE FINAL OUT. aw: sf MR. VICTOR LIGGIO Moderator and Coach of the I.V. Baseball Team 4-.leaf , -4 X224 .. ff' f 1 'S ig M4 , ,WG f I f Q , gl , - I ' . V1 ' a ., ' . ,, M 'Y . 4 I. M, of -if , , , .f f, V, 4,fAq,,,,wl IW' fam , if I A N W C 1, gf.: ,wi if .c. .. f :Y in v ,V DUCKING A WILD PITCH IS DENIS COE WHO NARROWLY ESCAPES BEING INJURED

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. is yd i t ,HJL'f'Y'L' 2 at ff' . gfwfyu' ruff' MEMURIES ARE MADE UF THIS A song's moody refrain: Hhfemories are made of thisfl may be very easily adapted and seen to fit appropos to the graduating student of any high school throughout the land, but more deeply is it felt as the halls of Power Memorial Academyfs sixth and seventh floors once more empty their cor- ridors of old friends and receive new members to their elite senior corps. The school means much more than just a building, created effectually for an institution of education, it is even more than a mode of living, under the guidance and counsel of the good Brothers. This edifice is more likened to a love, a spirit, a being, deeply engraved into the soul of the student, never to be eradicated, by the ravages of time, sin or artifacts. This affection is neither easily gained nor once had is it lightly treasured. It is the sole compilation, emotion-wise, that is attained and retained once the seclusion and security of high school is forsaken for the pursuits of the great expansive adult world be- fore them or the sanctity of the enshrined halls of a college or university. With this outlook upon the enjoyments. companionships and freedom of high school days, a senior also gains a maturity that would be lacking him for many years if it were not for this sincere dedication on his part. Some may conjecture that the greater majority of high school students have little or no regard for the institution of learning that keeps them Htied to books and pens and deprives them of any pleas- ures to be had outside the walls of the fconfin- ment '. llisproven this may easily be, at the night of graduation, the tears and bowed heads are wit- ness, not for faked or L'Heep humility, but the eloquent testimony of young hearts leaving good friends and young emotions gaining the maturity, that all things must pass for mortal man. That night of all, surrounded by relatives and acquaintances, the highlights of a life-time in four years is once more made manifest, and the laughter, deeds and comradship come to mind, in a clarient burst, never before or never after again as real and acute. The homeworks, tests, the days-before cramming, seem not so stern, or not so arduous or not so much trouble as they once did. To trade one day, back again once more in the gym during a concert, or for a dance after a game hard won, a Power senior would gladly barter his worldly pos- sessions. Once more to taste a lunch hastily eaten between periods lest a Brother see and admonish or to even trudge tireclly to the press room after a long day of school and know that beyond that grey door lies another four hours of labor, a Power senior would gladly trade that scrap of paper tightly clutched in sweating palm, his diploma. Alas, all these are in the past, and must be thought of in relation to reality of today. The only reminant is that creased parchment, of those days gone by. Those fond, untenable, hours of compan- ionship, and joy and laughter, gone forever into the great mist of eternity. The future is ours, the past is now bound in the Power book of memories.