St Ignatius High School - Ignatian Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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Below With his opponent's head turned, John Platck attempts to hit the 14 ball into the pocket without hitting the white ball. John was caught and disqualified (or cheating. Above: Planning his next move, Mike Sassano decides to just (all asleep and not waste his time with this babe. Now. it she will only take the hint. Left: Chris Kanuch gets a laugh at Megan Cockburn's expense. Her lack of hairspray made the flat look in at this party. Parties 13

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All IN A NITE'S WORK i (---------- Nice cold beverages, nothing too illegal. -----------9 9 Right: Marty Rcmle shows a grin of satisfaction as he sinks the eight ball in the corner pocket to win. A party without a pool table is no party at all. t's Friday night. Party time. The phone is ringing off the hook as each student plans his rounds. The Flats, the east side, the west side, the south side— no. on second thought, not the south side. Nice cold beverages, nothing too illegal. Maps are drawn, drivers are designated, showers are taken. Spirits are high; expectations are raised. The night promises to be one to remember. All systems go. Moms worry. 'Til be back at 1:00. he says, with no intention of coming home at all. Satisfaction blasts away on the radio as he enters a car. Where we headed, dude? Somewhere. They arrive at the game at the two-minute warning; it isn't cool otherwise. Afterwards, they head for that night's promised land: a house with no parents home. If they're really lucky, the parents aren't expected home until the next week. Getting into the house resembles the morning rush hour. Inside, the house is like a microwave oven, full of a fresh batch of girls and boys steaming together in a fine brew. A thick mist fills the air with a mixture of Polo cologne, cheap perfume, mouthwash, and bitter hops. Cans are opened in the upstairs, and in the downstairs, a hole is opened in somebody's wall. All the dirty clothes are hurled from the billiard table—along with some skanky-looking chic. A young, cocky junior snaps the break with a wicked hurl of his stick. Elsewhere, some other boys snap their sticks with a loud crack of balls. Oh. the sounds of vicious eight-ball! Amid the fury of the house, cassettes find new owners. Breakable glass finds the floor. And the party host finds himself in a fine mess. Outside, the front lawn is bedecked with those denied admission, those tossed out. and freshmen. A slow-moving car passes by with a suspicious driver peering intently at the festivities. In clear view, the young socialites openly invite the driver to the night's gala with various uiversal gestures. The driver speeds away with the squeal of rubber. unable to attend the party. Inside, someone shouts. Rollers.” The house empties as if it is afire. Cars race away in a mad frenzy. Someone's lawn is turfed. And someone else's license plate numbers are taken down. The night is still young, so the partiers depart to another location bringing with them the arts of party-making. A loud rebel yell flies from some passing car. All in a night's work. 12a Day in the Life

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SIGN THE TIMES a And the grass on the mall wasn’t the green kind. hose were the good old days. When leisure suits were in. and Charlie’s Angels was on. Moms were baking apple pies, and dads were making money. After the Big '69. the era of the Seventies erupted into a generation of deadheads and diseoes. Fat ties, bell-bottoms, and long hair clothed the student in his everyday life. Balding teachers dared to bare it all. Oh the times, oh the morals! Chaos lived at West 30th St. You were sitting at your usual lunch table, eating your Steak-um. when a sizzling potato bullet covered with ketchup smacked you across the face, so you hurled your cherry pie back at the assaulter. A daily occurence—without punishment to those who engaged in the culinary brawl. Such names as DeVinne. Rourke. Skerl. Heipp. Healey. Watson, and Ertle were the chief conspirators in the daily food fights. People nearly got killed crossing the street to Loyola. Mr. Johnson was hit. The rally thrived. A mangy dog accosted young boys for food. Grades were structured on a hundred-point system. Flando was not yet Commando. Styles was not in style. Plaid was a color. Ollie Luck threw for gold. The hair code was challenged. There was no CARE team. And the grass on the mall was not the green kind. Ziggy played guitar. People freely stripped themselves of their apparel and ran down the street. Brando turned down his Best Actor Oscar. The BeeGees had a Number One album. Star Wars. The Vietnam vets came home. Watergate Saturday Night Live lived. The Beatles died. A Democrat with a Southern accent and an irrepressible smile was elected Big Cheese. Henry Aaron hit his 715th homerun. ERA. Four dead in Ohio. Lucy left television—or did she? Then the eighties came. Everything changed. Leisure suits became extinct, and the Angels were replaced by Cosby. Arena football arrived. The Great One died. America won the gold in hockey. Moms were making money. and dads were baking apple pies. Bloom County. The deadheads became YUPPIES, and John Travolta became unemployed. SDI. Moammar Kadaffi threatened. Hulk Hogan. Skinny ties, straight-legs, and short hair clothed the student in his everyday life. Mary Lou Retton. Balding teachers devised new ways to cover their skin. Pac-man. Bono tried to play guitar, but broke his shoulder and left it to the Edge. Cats. And Mookie Wilson hit a foul ball. Oh the times, oh the morals! Order abounded at West 30th St. There were no conspirators. for Flando had become Commando. West 30th Street was lost to the bulldozer's plow. The students became the teachers. Mr. Johnson was mugged. The mangy dog died. Grades were structured on the 4-point system. Styles was in vogue. Roggie canned another jumper. The rally died. The hair code was enforced. The CARE team was formed. A lot of students were questioned. And the grass on the mall was green. 14A Day in the Life