Quigley Preparatory Seminary - La Petit Seminaire Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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cheering is feeble cmd sporadic. Most of the boys watching are just waiting for the game to be over so they can use the gym for practice. ln the ping-pong season the gym is always full until closing time. The members of the Quigley Polar Bear Club are still plowing the chill grey-green waters of the liquid iceberg, as the petit swimming pool is fondly called. Fr. Lyons operates on the well-lcnown principle of physics that an iceberg contains more heat than a burning match. Iames Westbroolf sits in the loclcer room and does his homeworlc while waiting for the swimmers to get through so that he can close up. FR. GRAFF GIVES A LITTLE ADVICE And now for the first uncensored loolf behind the Old Oaken curtain, i.e., into the Faculty Room. Unfortunately, it's not very exciting. Sev- eral profs are saying their office or correcting papers. Others are gathered in small groups discussing classroom matters, teaching techniques, and-you guessed it-politics. As the hour grows later more priests who have jobs around the school come in, recuperate fora few minutes, and leave. Several priests are going to school at various points downtown, so they wait in the faculty room until time for their classes. Fr. Le Compte finally finishes slaving over his accounts in the cafeteria and comes up. Fr. Lyons dismisses his Polar Bears and leaves his frigid domain. The confessors come in, one by FR. BRACKIN, SENIOR COUNSELLORH one. The disciplinarians finish their unenviable taslc and lock up 205. Fr. McKenna,Fr. Milfo- laitis, and Fr. Howard are often lcept down- stairs until late by their duties in running the athletic department. The musicians, Monsignor Meter and Fr. Mroczkowski, often come in late. ln the corridors those who have stayed late for one reason or another get their boolcs together and put on their coats, tallcing with one another about the baslcetball game, some classroom inci- dent, or perhaps Fr. l'lartnett's latest letter. After every baslcetball game there is invariably some- one who is griping about the refs. Several boys are trying to find out what the homeworlc is. One by one they leave, until the hall is finally deserted. Around 5:15 Fr. Braclcin closes the gym. His method is very effective, he just turns out the lights. It is rather difficult to ignore the hint. For several moments the gym is full of 'ighoulies and ghaesties, and long-leggity beasties, and things that go bump in the dark. By 5:30 the building is supposed to be empty. Fr. Braclcin stands by the door and bids the tardy ones adieu with a smile and a demerit. And thus the long day of Quigley draws to a close in the darlcened corridors. But the flicker of the sanctuary lamp in chapel still continues to whisper: I will be here when you return. I

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ur eg emmar l 'Q- F? CLASS OF 1954 CLASS OFFICERS CHARLES ARTHUR ERICKSON Presrdent CHARLES EDWARD CRONIN DONALD STANLEY BARTOSZEK V ce Presrde t Sec etory GERALD PATRICK JOYCE KENNETH MICHAEL BRICSHAM Treasurer Porlrcmmentcrron X13 L A ' f elf x N A 'le i - ' n r