St Benedict High School - Benedictum Yearbook (Highland Park, MI)

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olilddt MA all 35tCl.l'l'lel'lt By THERESA BRENNAN, DIANE LEQUIEP., AND THOMAS McCoLLoM We, the undersigned Class of 1947, of St. Benedict High School, being mindful of the uncertainties of this life, and being of sound mind and disposing memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare, this document to be our Last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all wills and codicils heretofore made by us. Mary jean Antior leaves her space on the Church parking lot to james Galletti. After four l.ong years, she'll hunt another. Mary Louise Basso wills her ever-present car keys to Gina Digirolamo. Polished nightly, they'll shine brightly. Geraldine Battersby bequeathes her post in Mother's office to Maureen Korth. Maintain the high office standards, Maureen. Donald Baur wishes to leave his calmness and alertness while driving to Donald Corby. This will do away with your numerous driving tickets. Catherine Beer leaves her piano arrangement of Stardust to Mary Helen Martin. She's Carmen Cavallero of the Class of f'47. Ruth Ann Bernhart leaves her extreme height to Charles Lozen. Little, but easy to find. Doris Bodary leaves her charming personality to Bernice Carr. Always willing to laugh and smile. Keep it up, Doris! Theresa Brennan merely leaves. Sighs she, At last, ease. -lean and Joan Clem leave their duplicated tardy excuses to the Daniels Sisters. You've the makings of a real bonfire here, girls. Charles Camilleri bequeathes his jet-propelled model airplane to Bernard Bondy. You'll be able to visit me in the altitudes. Lillian Cokesa leaves her husky, weighted stadium boots to Mary Logan. Ah! You're well prepared for Byrd's expedition after graduation. Eva Conlin leaves her formula for getting into hot H20 to Eileen Maclntyre. 'fVariety is the spice of life, is her maxim. Vincent Cooke would l.ike to bequeath to his friend, Charles Rozman, his unique and masterful bowling form. No fair using a lady's bowling ball. Donald Cronin relinquishes his Giant Size bottle of Vaseline Hair Tonic to Richard Murray. Also that trusty toothless comb. Angela Daum wills her outstanding success in Commercial Classes to Joan Seward. Also included-her many miles of used typewriter ribbon. Fay Deseillier leaves her St. Vincent's class ring to Dolores Butler. Alma Mater, Alma Mater, Hail! Yola Dugas leaves an extra set of water colors and an old artist's smock to Patricia Donahue. An artist in our midst! Charles Duma, the Arena Gardens Skating Star, wishes to bestow on his intimate associate, Edward Brown, his precision built roller skates. Good transportation, eh? Eugene Foss wishes to leave his last year's hunting license to Raymond Bezy. I didn't get my money's worth out of it. William Foy wills his Five O'Clock Shadow to Francis Murray. He'll be able to save his money by refusing to buy razor blades. Frances Gardiner wills her daring feats in winter sports to Morine Adams. Ford's Field, Palmer Park, and all points North, for Frances. Betty Guthrie leaves her long, devoted years to English to Agnes Brennan. Use this knowledge wisely, Agnes, for it took her twelve years to acquire this masterly skill. Patricia Halloran leaves her ability to read story books during class to Julia Kiba. Her trick: Sitting behind someone with broad shoulders. Elizabeth Harris leaves those breath-taking, death-defying motorcycle rides to Betty Chapman. Are you game, Betty? Patricia Hart leaves that reserved seat at Sam's to Jayne Van Poppelin. With this goes that mounting coke bill, too. Peter Hewitt bestows on his friend, George Rogers, his poetic and artistic talents. He can make a living while I make a fortune. June Hill bequeathes her demure demeanor and quiet voice to Victoria Zamojski. Silence speaks for itself. Eleanor jordan wills her sympathetic and understanding nature to Lois Barnhart. A friend in need is a friend indeed. Marie Kamosis wills her capacity as keeper and disciplinarian of the library to Estelle Sniatkowski. An iron hand in a velvet glove. Margaret Kane leaves her big league baseball, talent to William Bourg. A homer every time. Phyllis Kavanaugh wills her frequent glances at the clock during class to Annabelle Spoke. Elizabeth Kerr leaves her Bobby Sherwood record, Elk's Parade, to Leo Castagna. Lots of mileage on it yet. Page thirty Paul Karoly delivers to his friend, Bob Gustafson, his photo- graphic ingenuity. Included: All old burnt-out Hash bulbs. Dolores Kowalski bequeathes her long trips on the Six-Mile bus to Agnes Hall. Also my outdated bus cards of the past four years. Dolores Ann Kowalski wills her hard work and success in all selling projects to Kamman Hayden. Our Best Saleswoman. Leona Kutasivich leaves her history handbook to Richard Ederer. All notes automatically become yours. Henrietta LaBreche wills her 7-10 splits at Palmer Park Bowling Alley to Beverly Grix. What about that time you forgot to let go of the ball, Henrietta? Anna Lagarde leaves those daily sprints to and from school to Josephine Halloran. Lightning and Anna - synonymous. Diane LeQuier leaves her aptitude for science to Frank Gessler. Unhnished homework, too, Frank. Vincent Longo confers on Francis Millen, his precise timing that enables him to get to school at the last possible minute. Ah, no more tardy slips. Marion Lynch leaves all broken violin strings to Rose Mary McLaughlin. Included are the nightly hours of grueling practice. Thomas McCollom leaves William Soloy his numerous ice skating abilities. No fair skating on your ankles. Patricia McGovern bequeathes her willingness to lend her money to Iudith Lanfear. Ask her dad about this, Iudy. Catherine McQuade, our Southern representative, leaves her Vriginia drawl to Dorothy Haslock. Matilda Mignacca wills her loud, boisterous actions to equally loud, boisterous Margaret Kelly. Silence is golden. Thomas Millen relinquishes his title of the Huskiest Senior to Donald Bushor. 'Long may he reign! Marilyn Miller wills her Patrick Henry method of delivering eloquent declamations to Charles Thomas. Ida Morelli leaves her fine Florida tan to Evelyn Haddad. Our lucky senior, who left us for a while. Florida, here we comel Agnes O'Neill bequeathes her ever-present smile fo Mary Siciliana. Pepsodent sure does its work, doesn't it, Nancy? Marilyn O'Reilly leaves her ability to be seen, coming, and going to Florence Capanda. Could it be that green coat, RedT Maureen O'Ryan bequeathes her deep-rooted love of the Classics to Bernadette Kelly. Our little songbird - Maureen. Helen Pochovich leaves her troublesome loafers to Francoise Paradise. Look under the last seat in the Study Hall, Francoise. Charles Potts wills his f'suction at Big Bear Market to Larry Buckley. Maybe you'll get a raise within the next year. Lena Recchia leaves her twinkling eyes to Mary Morelli, and her little jokes to Betty Fogarty. Keep them twinkling, Lena. Catherine Rentfrow leaves her mystifying questions and the equally mystifying answers she gets to Mary Miska. Never mind. Cathy, theyill clear up, someday. Theresa Ricci wills her faithful specs to Richard Barr. They've given good service, as witnessed by her report cards. Gloria Rochelle leaves her aversion to the male population to Betty Cronk. Can't stand 'em, she says. Allan Roe leaves his masterful command of English grammar to Frank Valko. You'll like those straight A report cards, next year. Mary lane Spoke wills her dog-eared brief chart in shorthand to Rena Lombardi. Dianne Stockman leaves her can of sugar at Carl's to Frances Martin. Mr. Carl's pet? Elda Susalla leaves her fiawless grammar in Lavender and Old Lace to Charles Gallagher, that striving Thespian. George Taggart leaves all his unprepared history homework to Richard Lamb. You'll have lots of time after school, anyway. Theresa Tulius wills her naturall.y blond tresses to janet Brasi. She doesn't use the formula for peroxide, either. Christine Valko leaves her completely disarming and un- expected witticisms to Barbara Young. A source of spontaneous laughter is Chris. Gerald Keecho Wilhelm would like to leave Michael Battersby his talent for speaking distinctly, clearly, and Huently while reciting. Raymond Yaksich wishes to surrender his daily task of The Tolling of the Bells for the change of classes to Tom Manley. You'll have to step faster, Tom. We, the lawyers of the Class of '47, hereby set our seal upon the above document. We also wish to extend to the lawyers of the Class of '48 all our time, patience and ingenuity, and we sincerely hope that your senior year will be as happy as ours.

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0,65 LJ Ol' . i Hy lJONAI.I7 ciRONlN, lfttfxwczus CiARDlNliR, lD0l.OllES KOWALSKI, AND Uraomziz illAlKiAl2l ln reviewing our days at St. liencdict Iligh, we look back to recall many happy memories. As we reminisce over these past liour years that we spent here, we have come to the conclusion that the time has flown only too quickly. l'iIRESlIlXlliNZ ln September I9-13, we, a group of bet wildered lireshmen, entered the halls of St. Benedict l ligh School lor the iirst time. VVe felt somewhat uneasy walking past the upper-classmen with our stacks ol' new textbooks. 'lihe subjects that seemed so foreign and remote now were a reality as we struggled with Latin translations and algebraic problems. Football, basketball, skating parties, and dances were a major part of this veir t . Somiotxtottusz Upon entering our second year of high school we carried with us little knowledge of the future. Could it be true that this was to be the toughest test of our high school career? Ur was this merely a legend handed down lirom year to year to deceive the up and coming, inexperienced freshmen? Much to our dismay we discovered the former statement one of truth rathei than that ol' legendary degree. 'lulius Caesar would have cursed the day he wrote about Roman lmperialism in Ciaul il' he had been able to listen in on one of our many lfnglish interpretations of his Latin writings. ln October ol' this same year both Sophomore classes enjoyed a weiner roast at Palmer Park. Our sophomore year will always remain memorable. IIIINIORSI Our junior year brought with it the realif fation that we were at last oi' some importance in our school. lirom the very lirst day of school, we began to launch our campaign to make this year's junior4Senior Prom the most memorable one St. Benis had ever wit- nessed. With hcartlelt enthusiasm we aimed to put across this important alliair and that of the juniorASenior Ilan- quet which was to be a separate celebration in the parish hall. Our time was taken up with the planning ol. skat' ing parties and dances, the proceeds ol' which went into our fund for the success ol' these two events. Vile began with selling Christmas cards and as a result made im pressive figures in our bank book. Our combined eilorts made it possible for our class to have the prom at the VVardell-Sheraton. Wliiit with football and basketball games to hold our interest the junior year passed swilitly and proved itself the most pleasant year we had yet experienced. SEN1ons: We accepted the title Seniors with the realization that bellore long our high school days would be mere memories. As the months passed we participated in various class activities including our liriday night dances and a skating party. Perhaps, everyone will agree that the highlight oi' the winter was our very successlul toboggan party. As the year was passing only too quickly, we tried to make the most ol' the last liew months. ln the spring our wonderful play, l.!Yl'Cl'lllL'V and Old l acc, became our greatest interest. VVe looked eagerly forward to the day of Commencement but also with a hidden sorrow in our hearts. The thought that soon we would be part of St. Benedictis history brought unashamed tears to our eyes, and we lielt, with a pang ol' regret, that our school days were ended forever. llowever, we have one consolation. VVe can always remember that last year in school as the most enjoyable one we had ever experienced. During these memorable years ol' our high school career, we have formed within our souls a greater devo' tion towards Cod and a keener outlook lor our unknon n liuture. hloulding our characters was the chiel' duty ol' our teachers and they have completed this obligation with unequalled skill. Our today is gone, our tomorrow is here. hlay these tomorrows be full ol' the golden promise which a well-spent lille will reap.

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is uflllae By Dorus BODARY, D1ANNE STOCKMAN, AND ELDA SusALLA As the old-time favorite, Among My Souvenirs, is slowly turning around on the timetable of life, there is a sensation of falling through space. With a vain attempt to grasp a life-saving support we find ourselves deeply immersed in the all-important events of the year 1967. Gazing about we dimly perceive the familiar landmark - The Marion Lynch Department Store. Almost simul- taneously our vision clears and we see someone well- known cruising by in a new Studebaker. Although Pro- fessor G. Rochelle's every moment is occupied in figuring out a solution - the problem still exists. It is going for- ward, or is it going backward? Rushing through the photo-electric doors, who should we knock over but that early bird Bette Harris, our up and coming stock girl. After we retrieved the scattered parcels, we hailed a pass- ing rocket elevator. We zoomed up to the thirteenth floor in three breathless seconds, and before stepping off congratulated pilot Don Baur and his co-pilot Ray Yak- sieh upon setting an all-time record. Since the Tiny Tot's Department was but a few steps away we made that our first stop. As soon as we entered we were con- fronted by a collision between two kiddie cars driven by Mary lane Spoke and Dolores Kowalski. At that precise moment Charles Duma R.N. Cregistered nurseD appeared on the scene. With the situation well in hand, we ad- vanced to Madame Desellier's Fashion Shoppe. Here we noticed that personality saleswoman, Lena Recchia, busily engrossed in attending Maureen Ryan, the most talked about debutante in our fair, fair city. Our purchase completed we sauntered out of the building and rambled over to Hewitt's Hash House. Ushered in by Eugene Foss, that gallant doorman, we made a wild dash for the only empty table. Only thirty-seven minutes later those two efficient waitresses, Phyllis Kavanagh and Elda Susalla, actually took our order. At the top of the menu was chef Cronin's special for that day: CORN-AS YOU LIKE IT. The cashier Peggy Kane collected our money just before George Taggart dashed up with a message that the state representatives, Christine Valko and Anna Legarde, were returning from the Capitol. At LeQuier's dime-an-hour parking lot we maneu- vered our jet-propelled rug from between two of the most modern vehicles on the market- the OlNeill knee action pogo stick and the Conlin coaster. As we landed at the boat pier Vincent Longo was trying to drown out Paul Koroly and his Heaven Sent Beat Boys with the greatest news in sport history- HMCCOLLOM WINS OLYMPIC HONORS AS RUNNER? just then Skipper Le Breche, with the assistance of her first mate Doris Bodary, pulled the gigantic steamer into port. Confusion reigns Cdrip, dripb. Speaking of drip, here comes that famous Brazilian coffee manufacturer, Senor Potts, who is being interviewed by the star reporter, Ruthie Bernhardt To the right Betsy Guthrie and Matilda Mignacci, world famous game hunters, add to the turmoil by exhibiting to the crowd their latest discovery, a kangaroo with a zipper on its pocket! To the left we find Patty McGovern taking applications for the Tip Top club from Catherine Renfrow and Pat Hart. To our dismay we discover that the representatives had flown the coupe -Ford, that is, but their able secretaries, Lillian Cokesa and Helen Pochovich are of the greatest assistance. Directing our magic rug back to its little nest, we resume our trek up Canal Street where at the invitation of Captain McQuade, who was floating eastward on a huge cake of Ivory soap, we clambered aboard and transferred at Miller Avenue. At the interesection is jordonis 'iOpen-Air theater featuring Mary Basso, that famous Shakespearian actress. Aboard the bus we con- versed with the driver Pat Halloran about the coming election. Who of the two candidates, Gerry Wilhelm or Mary 'lean Antior, would be our new dog catcher? The argument becomes heated as we step to the rear of the coach where we are served hot Dunk Donuts and coffee by Dianne Stockman. Following the fashion of the day the bus collapses on its feet. Is there a mechanic in the house? Catherine Beer answers our call of distress and drags out her tool kit. Assisting with the operation, June Hill hands the necessary instruments to her. When the repairs were completed we went to the end of the line. There we saw Billy Foy and Tommy Millen en- gaged in a decisive battle of marbles. We turn away from the never-ending war only to be greated by Liz Kerr's query, Has Richard done it yet? Up the road apiece .loan Clem is experimenting in her little lab in order to create run-proof hose. In the telephone booth across the street Vinny Cooke is trying to find out how the little man in the phone returns nickels. Operator Yola Dugas courteously interrupts his attempts with the statement, Limit your call to five minutes, please. We decided to give our Weary bones a rest, so we summoned our current means of transportation and re- laxed for the trip to Gardinerls Hotel on Stevens Hill. Welcomed by our charming hostess, Dolores Ann Kowalski, we mosey up to the desk. Clerk Allan Roe gives us our key and instructs the bellhop, Angie Daum, who is energetically leaning against the wall, munch- ing on Vita-Boy potato chips, to show us to our suite. On the plush carpet on the lounge floor we see and pick up a letter to Florida bound Ida Morelli. We ask 'social- ite, ,lean Clem, to give it to the manager, she conde- scends to do so, and we move on. At the seventh floor we stop at the blood bank and receive plasma to enable us to get to the eighth floor. The label on the bottle shows us that our benefactor is Charles Camilleri. We slid up the banister and were in our room before one could say 'iLeona Marie Kutasivichf' the name that is on everyoneis lips. Theresa Tuljis, the maid, left our rooms with everything in order. There was a noise behind usg we turned around and saw Gerry Battersby just completing her day's work of window washing. Be- cause of Theresa Cjack BennyD Riecils loud rendition of 'fHumoresque, the house detective, Red O'Rielly,, found it necessary to quiet her down. We snapped our tele- vision set on to hear the last minute news by Marie Kamosis. Satisfied that the world would not end during the night, we shut it off and jumped into bed. Com- pletely relaxed, we lazily reached over for that best seller Ancient Rome by that brilliant authoress, Tess Bren- nan. Before we reached it, we suddenly awakened and realized that it had all been a dream, but what a pleasant one. We fervently hope that sometime in the future we will be so fortunate as to experience in reality, this fantasy of a reunion with our many friends of the Class of '47. Page thirty-one