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

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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

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