St Andrews Seminary - Mapav Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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S A T O R eighteen , f . M , f 1 1 1 Q 1 ANTHONY Rossi Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, Rochester, N. Y. Tony , with his characteristic grin and carefree attitude, has won his way into the allections of the entire student body. Always carrying an exalted air notable only in Freshmen and Seniors, he has shown himself an ardent classmate, loyal to its every cause. 1 1 . ff., ' e, . 1 . -' JEROME F. SCHIFFERLI St. Andrews Rochester, N. Y. Right from his first year jerry has taken an active part in every phase of seminary life. His selection as Senior Class Presif dent and head of the lvlission Society hear mute hut eloquent testimony to his abilities of organization, leadership, scholarship and good fellowship. r ,fi A, 1 ' Qfluefifjl A JV ' joi1N L. SHEPARD 1 St. Patricks Elmira, N, Y. Shep is a product of that distant corner of the dioceses Elmira, His winning smile and sandy hair characterize him as one of the most popular fellows in the class. His three years in Saint Andrews have been marked by loyalty, diligence and socialahility.

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S A T O R Sixth Year Class History It was six years ago come next September that the present Senior Class Hrst planted its collective feet under the shaky desks in the old St. Andrew's, and cast its first timid glances upon the scenes which have since come to mean to much. What a different world it seemed from grammar school! Here one had his own locker and pew, and felt himself the master of his own little world. Those were the days of the hour' andfafhalf lunch period fof happy memoryj when the old campus used to resound with the eager shouts of the volleyfballers. But alas, we freshmen played little, because we neither owned the ball nor were we close relatives of the Presif dentffindispensable requirements for trodding those sacred courts. So we whiled away the time by dodging the sophomores fGod bless 'emj who took great relish in dunking hapless freshmen into the old horse trough, a custom long since abolished by the powers that be. Two things especially stand out in that first year: the Confcrf ences of Father Edelman, and the day of days! Mission Day. We know now that we owe much to those very practical talks which Father Edelman gave in the old Lady Chapel. And so the long Hrst year rolled by-fa year spiced with the first highfschool exams, the first retreat, and innumf erable Latin contest conducted by Father Vogt, Came the next September. Only a few wore knickers now, proof of the fact that we were growing up. Not many days flew by e'er we were face to face with Julius Caesar, which gentleman gave us many an anxious night as we followed his sallies up and down the three parts of Gaul. About this time, the City of Rochester decided to dig up half of Plymouth Avenue, and so se' to work with air hammers and compression drills just underneath our windows. The next three months are better imagined than described. This was the year, too, of the hotffoot craze and it was not an uncommon thing for the Rector to enter the library while some brave soul was un' der the tables, busily stimulating the circulation of a classmates foot with the aid of a few matches. Every Friday afternoon our cleaning brigade went forth to attack the old Cathedral. Rugs, fonts, candelabra, floors-nothing escaped us. twenty jAMEs COLLINS, '39 Now, alas, the old landmark is gone and we clean no more. Time Marches On!! When our squadron roared up the old steps for the beginning of our third year, it met some' what of a surprise. The schedule included almost everything, and we knew then that that year wouldn't be any cinch Greek, History, Algebra all stood staring at us. But then we had our moments of respitewmoments spent in our latest sport, eraserfthrowing. And a mighty white sport it was, too. About this time Bob Meng and Jack Leicht began their perennial discussion on 'kWhat is Cold? The issue hasn't been settled yet, alf though the boys are anything but cold in the presentation of their arguments. Perhaps, now that we think of it, that year was harder on the profs than it was on us. Our Greek teacher, Father Wurzer, was taken with appendicitisg Father Manley was stricken by a bad cold, Father Lyons had a case of grippcg but we just sat there and watched them go. By this time we had become thoroughly acquainted with the old Cathedral. Many were the Sunday Masses we sang in the stalls behind the altar. The memory of Midnight Mass in those familiar old seats is the thing which will not leave us soon. Now the stalls are gone and the old order changeth, yielding place to new, and we sing no more as in those happy days. Now at long last we were High School Seniors. But, alas, we learned something else- that there is more in pursuit than in possession. All the exalted glory and prestige that we thought naturally accrued to a senior were strangely missing, and we discovered that we were just another class. In that year, two new members came into our fold'-Dick Nangle of Auburn and jack Shepard of Elmira. We were the last High School seniors to tread those sacred halls. Now all is gone, vanished, nil. But the memory of that rambling brick edifice is something we will not willingly let die. We wit' nessed, too, in that year the last solemn Mass in the old Cathedral. The sound of that last Holy God together with the full voice of the massive organ is impossible to forget, it will always re' main a living reality to us. During that summer,