St Edwards University - Tower Yearbook (Austin, TX)

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ah OE There are so many varied subjects one could talk about, I might as well start shooting away. Right from the beginning I should have guessed I was in for an experience when I had to drive over 13 or more speed bumps to get from South Congress to Premont Hall. I expected my educational process to tend with ups and downs, but speed bumps? What a cultural shock it was to go through days without hearing English! I began to get a complex for not knowing Chinese, Arabic and Spanish, Es Verdad? Attending this Mini-U.N. was going to become a “true Happening.” Registration was and has always been a new adventure. I panicked immediately when everyone else had an advisor freshman year except me. Brother Stephen took me by the hand and led me to Sr. Aggie Lou. From then on it’s been fun times between the two of us. (I hope you are reading this, Dear Sister) Being here eight semesters later I have undergone registration eight different ways. You would think the school had found the perfect method, but you know how St. Ed’s is...like the Ford Motor Company—They always have a better idea. The Cafeteria has undergone drastic changes in the past 4 years. As a freshman we had Mr. Forbes who produced some pretty good meals. His ticket stamper was Ms. Dixie, a fiftiesh hotsy-totsy from way back. Then we went to John Watkins who wore the one inch neckties. Under his management we went through the food coupon program. Poor John couldn’t understand why on steak night he had to order over 700 steaks for only 300 on-campus people. Something definitely was not Kosher! I don’t see how he couldn’t see that St. Ed’s was feeding every Tom, Dick, Harry and Mary in Austin. I know of some off-campus students who never had to cook in their apartments all year. When asked why the procedure was not stopped, Mr. Chuck Hulick, the dead ringer of Tim Conway from McHale’s Navy, replied, “We thought the students wouldn’t like it if we ended the setup.” Next in line as head cheese of the “cafe” was Mrs. Chiang, a pleasant lady who figured that our bodies should be programmed like computers for food intake. You should only have 4 oz. of this and 2 oz. of that; no more; so sorry! I should have bought stock in 206 “Parting Shote McDonald’s that time, probably would have been rubbing elbows with Jackie and Ari at Club 21. Now we have Mr. Mancuso who looks like he enjoys his job. My congratulations to him for getting everyone regular again. He seems to be making the cafe a respectable eating establishment. I couldn’t end without addressing the health center predica- ment. I had told friends previously (before the present set-up) that if I should ever be hurt on campus not to take me to the Health Center. I was to be shot at once and let die in peace. For damn sure, any nurse who gave enemas for a cut finger would never touch me while I was conscious. All is not bad, my friends, at St. Eddie’s. I sti ll haven’t talked - about some of the people here, namely my roommates. One is the reject from the Smith Brothers Coughdrop box, Jim Nerad. I’ll never forget meeting Jim for the first time. I hated him! Any person who had that much hair on his face for being so young was not my kind of person. Geez, it took me two months to get a few hairs under my nose! The other roomie is Mike Ruttle, the other member of the Lewis and Clark expedition! Mike is the kind of person who can give you a nervous breakdown after talking to him for two minutes. Mike and I go back to freshman year. We used to get drunk every Friday night on a bottle of Boone’s Farm Apple Wine and miss the midnight Humphrey Bogart movie. By sophomore year we expanded our drunken stupor to Friday and Saturday nights. By that time the Bogart movies were taken off the air, but it didn’t matter, we never made it to midnight, remember? My two roomies, Jim (the Bearded Wonder) and Mike (the Mountain Climbing, Judo Chopping, Bad Boy) made my stay at St. Ed’s the most pleasurable time in my life. All St. Ed’s students are like that. They make this university the crazy, hilarious, and great place it is. This school provides an academic education plus a social education. You’ve got to have both to make it in this world, and thanks to St. Edward’s I feel I have gotten the best of the two worlds. If you haven’t, you’ve missed the boat and the last parting shot is at you. V. J. Tramonte, Esq.

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“Tennis can be fun,” says girls’ tennis team members Nora Sheridan, Paula Valis, Paulette Valis, Coach Daniel and others. Youth is the most precious gift that was given to man. It is a training period for the future leaders of our town, state and country. Through various opportunities students at St. Edwards are encouraged to find their most outstanding qualities and to develop them. All students are inspired to put forth work and effort to create a good image through higher positions of leadership. The students become a reflection of an image that creates in those who follow a desire for a profit- able and good life. DRAMATIC DISAPPOINT MENT Watching listening touching we are learning about our world. “Let us not look forward in fear, nor back in anger, but around in AWARENESS.” James Thurber 205

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Dedicated to the Senior Class of 1975 Have you ever realized how hard it would be to leave St. Ed’s for a different college? Why do so many graduates stay in Austin? How come one hears complaints so often about tuition yet we stay around and pay it. There is definitely something at St. Ed’s. Not just one thing, but a conglomeration of things. Something makes us keep on returning year after year, dollar after dollar. But what is it? Pll relate memories that I have, and many other Seniors share, which I think may be why S.E.U. has that magnetism that we all love. I’m going to go back through four years to a time in which St. Ed’s was not like it is now, to a time only we seniors will remember ... when there was no theater, only a hill covered with weeds... when Andre Hall was a dorm... when there was a Frat House, Dunstan Shack, and a union which was eternally “hopping”? Remember .. . playing basketball in the Women’s gym... drinking beer at the baseball games on St. Patrick’s Day . . . races around the track with the campus cops... when there was no sidewalk on the hill from East Hall, so we walked up on the street ... the famous grotto “services” ...the slave auction...the first annual North- South Weekend ... when everyone lived on-campus and apartments were for older people...and the dorms, those damn dorms... strict rules, no air-conditioning, no privacy, community restrooms, and the food in the cafe. Remember pulling the fire-alarms . . . the gas leak by East Hall... the banana ... toothpaste, and egg fights in the halls... the X-list of Teresa Hall . . . being campused in East, 11:00 curfew and padlocks on the doors? Remember the panty-raid in East, and calling the T.V. station to attend the ruckus . . . skating down Premont Hall, the ‘Wild Bunch” on second floor, the “Cool Guys” of Andre Hall, the parties, the never-ending parties . .. when Spring Weekend Dance was held in a tent...the Elk’s Lodge dances, the Party Barn, Fiesta Gardens, the Texas Women’s Federation Bldg ...the °50’s dance...Halloween costume dance... the Letterman’s Club parties, Woodward parties, Saxony parties, Forest Creek parties . . . remember the juke box in the cafe? Also Hills Cafe at 3:00 a.m. and maybe even McDonald’s, just maybe!!! Remember River City Inn on Friday afternoons, Mother Earth every Tuesday night, and The Pizza Place every night (excuse me, Mr. Gatti’s)... Rugby games at Fiesta Gardens... walking through the cemetery on Halloween night ... sneaking into the drive-in! Remember the food fights, when there were ice-cream cones in the cafe ...and the guys rated the girls from 0 to 10 as they filed in? Remember the teams that were... Organized Confusion, Cafeteria Blues, Delta Phlatta Chesttas, Banchy A’s, Sorry Excuse, and Boystown Best ... Kevin O’Connor and S.A.I. as it used to be... when there was a 21 year-old liquor law, and the upperclassmen had to buy our beer for us...short hair on guys... low waisted jeans ...streaking... 24 cent gasoline, 10 cent candy bars, and 1 cent bubble gum ... when there were no Skillerns, no Wards, No Royal Burger, no Pancake House, and no Apartments behind the intramural fields? Remember making the “FR” out of rocks at the entrance of St. Ed’s., and getting poison ivy? And the people, remember all the people who have already left or who you are leaving. Probably won’t ever see some of them again. The people, probably the most important reason for S.E.U. to keep on going. People you will never forget the rest of your life. People who’ve touched you, argued with you, befriended you, dated you, hated you, partied with you. People who have left us for good, Brother George, Mike Coz, Coach Hamilton. Yes, it’s the people who make St. Ed’s; the experiences you have with these people is what really makes S.E.U. We will never forget St. Ed’s, or rather we will never forget the people— Pam de Haas 207