St Ignatius High School - Ignatius Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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game, two of them to Mazzolini and one to Cronin. Holding down the half-back spots are Emmerich and Cronin, two fast-moving men. There is a good line backer in full-back Biety. Iack Tierney is a competent kicker and he has seen much action this year in that capacity. The team has shaped up well this year. The starting line-up for the B team was: Don Murphy at left end, a hard-hitting, de- pendable player. Majeski is a slashing left tackle who nails his man every time. Royer at left guard is the ninety pound anchor man of the team and a tough little guy. At center is Tom Powers who does his job very nicely. Greg Maher holds down right guard, and is known as the fifth man in the enemy back- field. At right tackle we have Driscoll, a constant threat in the forward wall. McKin- dis, right end, is a fast man who is down under every punt. Sheeran at quarterback is a clever runner and a smart field-general. The halves are Red O'Connor, who lives up to his blazing red hair, and Malooley, hard- driving back who has gotten away more than once for considerable gain. O'Halloren is the team's plunging full-back-that is when he can tear himself away from jug. Some other boys who deserve honorable mention are Granado, Richards, Murphy and Cronin. Some of the outstanding line-men are Maher, Schmidt, and Iohnson. B Team Scores: St. Ignatius l2, St. Basil 7 Little Flower l8, St. Ignatius U Guardian Angel l8, St. Ignatius U St. Gabriel l8, St. Ignatius U St. Ignatius IQ, St. Catherine l3 St. Ignatius 20, Resurrection 7 St. Ignatius 12, Loyola U GHEEERLEADERS Back row: Small, Han- son, Huston, Hogan, Mr. Gardocki, S.I. Front row: Herion, Chodor, Olson, Watts. ti. n These are the unsung heroes of the foot- ball season, the lads who yell themselves hoarse leading the rooters in the school cheers. Not even the rains that featured so many of our games could dampen the ardor of these hard-working, peppy fellows. The many hours they spent in the gym prac- ticing their cheers under the guidance of Mr. Gardocki bore abundant fruit in the precision and skill with which they went through their antics at the games and in the enthusiastic response they got from the Ignatius rooters.

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FROSH FODTBALL In Frosh football the dividing line is l35 pounds, those over l35 form the A squad, and those under 135 are the UB squad. The A squad has proven itself most capable by coming back after a serious defeat by St. Phillip 25-7 and Whipping both De La Salle and Holy Trinity by l8-U and 21 to 12 re- spectively. Then they gave Way to the much larger and faster St. Mel team, being on the Wrong end of a ZU-U score. At right end on the A starting team is Stack, a boy who played exceptional ball against a strong opposing line in the Phillip's game. Playing right tackle is Myer, a good ball player in any man's league. Grovanelli at left guard is a lad who deserves special credit for his fine game against Trinity. At center Bidwill plays a fine defensive game. An excellent blocker who came into his own in the De La Salle game is Al Bruno. At left guard is Bailey, who is part of the brick Wall in the center of the line. On the other end of the line is Fred Walpole, a man who played above-par ball in the Philip game. The ball-carrying half of the team is led, by Don Slattery, who puts those passes in the arms of the waiting receivers. He completed three passes for touchdowns in the Trinity FRESHMEN A TEAM Top row: Murray, Tier- ney, Richards, Cro- nin, Slattery, Giova- nelli, Bidwill, Iann. Second row: O'Brien, Nyholt, Wright , Dillian, Farrell, R. B u r k e , McCauley, Caparelli, Mr. Reed, S.I. Third row: M y e r , Swanson, T o b i n, Bailey, Devine, Eiser, T. Burke. Bottom row: Walpole, Mazzolini, Bi e t y , S t a c k , Emmerich, Bruno, Kieting. FRESHMEN B TEAM Top row: Hall, Black- burn, Guilfoye, Ale- sia, Sims, Masella, Conway. Secondrowz M.Amato, Mungovan, Sheeran, Pelka, Powers, Baum- gartener, Patton, T. Burke, Krolopp. Third row: Malooly, M a n i x , Mulligan, R i e d y, Majewski, Quigley, 'Wallen- berg, Lusk. Bottom row: Richards, Ienkins, Royer, Murphy, Schmidt. M ah e r, O'Connor,

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U6 cgffzong lf chi.-:arf by ROBERT L. SCHWEITZER, '46 What's your name? It was the voice of the Employment Manager at the Condon Steel mill. Adrian de Antile, the Third . The young- ster's high-pitched voice echoed through the room. He added, I would like a tough job. The Employment Manager squinted at him through half-shut eyes. What's your draft status? I'm 4-P , and he bent his head as a hot flush of shame crossed his cheeks. Well, I need a time-clerk, the Employ- ment Manager suggested. Think you can handle that? I could, but I won't, the youngster re- torted. I said I want a tough job. All my friends have been out fighting a warg a couple have been killedg several others have been wounded and you think I'm going to take a job here clerking? I said I want a job that's tough-real tough, so I'll ache all over. O. K., then. You'll have to take a physical, but it's a snap and if you do pass it, you'll get a job that you'll wish you didn't have. I'll give you one day and lay you odds that you don't come back. I haven't any money, but if you'll trust me, I'll take the bet. At seven the following morning, he was standing in the center of the shop. All around him were pits, in which I5-foot in- clines ran up to concrete platforms, sur- mounted by huge furnaces. Finally he found the furnace to which he was assigned and reported to Big Pete Duncan, his boss. Big Pete looked down upon him and blinked. Whaddaya want, kid? he asked. Adrian didn't bat an eye. I was told to come here and report for work. Big Pete stood back aghast and viewed Adrian with alarm. Don't tell me! he ex- claimed. What's your name, lad? Adrian gave it and then asked: What's wrong? ,I'd like to get to work. You're kind of fresh for a guy with a monicker like that. Suppose I give you a clout in the face? You do and I'll let you have it with the back of a shovel. But anyway, you'd hold up production that way, and I want to get going. Big Pete grinned: he couldn't help it. Grab that wheelbarrow down there and start rolling coal up this ramp. Lots of it. I'll give you five to one you'll hand in your time card before noon. 'iEven money? said Adrian. I already have a bet with the Employment Manager. I haven't got anything to put up, though, so you'll have to trust me. Adrian put everything he had behind his straining muscles, the wheel-barrow's move- ment followedi the usual pattern, starting with a fast roll at the foot of the ramp, it began to lose momentum towards the mid- dle, wobbled to a near stop and then by some sheer power of more spirit than muscle behind it, began to climb again and reached the platform at Duncan's feet, where each trip it seemed to dump over by itself. Pete laughed each time to himselfg each time the barrow halted, each time it dumped. When the noon whistle blew, he pulled a five from his pocket. Well, kid, you won he said. I'll make it ten to five you don't last the afternoon. Adrian drew a long breath. Even money he gasped. Between you and the Employ- ment Manager, I'm going to earn a whole War Bond today! Pete was scowling as he dug into the coal pile before him at the furnace. The thought of losing a ten to a little squirt with the name of Adrian de Antile, the Third, preyed fP1ease turn to page 291