St Josephs Academy - Twin Towers Yearbook (Collegeville, IN)

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JUNIOR CLASS To receive an education is a blessing, but to receive a Catholic edu¬ cation in a free country is a privilege for which the Junior Class is thankful. Back in 1940, the Class of ’44 was found to be the smallest in the Academy. This jinx seemed to follow it through the years. Upon registration last fall the members were surprised to find they were eight in number. The Newman Club did not find itself suffering, however, for lack of Junior talent. The play put on at the close of the first semester was carried through with the help of such Juniors as Dobe, Serewicz, Schul- theis, and Teaney. Three of those mentioned are now officers in the organization. What is lacking in quantity should have good quality.” This saying came true when the Men of ’44” took the laurels after the mid-year examinations for the highest class average. This fact proves that they have both school spirit and the will to succeed. The recent class elections reveal Charles Teaney as President, James Dobe, Vice-President, and Dave Clemens, Secretary and Treasurer. First Row (left to right): A. Schultheis, J. Welly, C. Teaney, A. LaHood, R. Gerstbauer. Second Row: A. Serewicz, D. Clemens, J. Dobe, J. Spresser.

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quick look into the dugout. What! It’s Bob Meiners. So you are managing the Cincinnati Reds now. Looks like you’re doing right well, judging by the score. You refused some kind of an offer as President of the National League? Well, old boy, best of luck. “1, 2, 3, 4; 1, 2, 3, 4; 1, 2, 3, 4; Up-down, all the way down to the floor. That’s it.” What did 1 bump into here? An exercising program? Well, Curly Comandella! You say you have to get to work? This is just a hobby? You work as construction manager of the Crosley Corpora¬ tion ? Some time if the sound is loud enough, some of it might get through, you see I cracked my crystal ball about three weeks ago. My nephew tells me that Mr. J. McHugh has just been made Secretary of State of the Ohio Legislature. I never thought of Mac as a politician, although he always was a good public speaker. I know Mac will go far in politics. Where shall I go from here ? Whoa! Can’t forget Eddie Joe . . . Hi, Eddie, how are you? Terrible? You say you just lost your whole chain of stores by the cyclone that just passed through Illinois? You say you are trying to make a comeback? You’ve only got five million to start with? AYell, as far as I’m concerned you will make a very successful comeback. Bob Richer! is in the submarine division of the Navy. He’s some where out in the Pacific at the present time. You remember that big wreck of the U.S.S. Dolphin. AVell, Bob was in that boat at the time. I was reading about it in The Daily, and they played him up as a really courageous man. He saved the whole crew and then almost lost his own life going after the ship’s mascot, a Puma Cub. Just the other day I saw the smiling, beaming face of Ed McElroy on a billboard. It seems he is a model for the Colgate Company. You know Ed was quite a hero after that last world war. He got the Congressional Medal of Honor. Oh 3 es, someone said Jim Quinlivan is in New York. . . . AVhoosh! Mr. Quinlivan can’t see me today? AVell, maybe you can tell me some¬ thing about him, seeing you’re his secretary . . . Going to become his wife, too? Well, my con¬ gratulations! He’s the best corporation lawyer in town? I knew Jim would come through with flying colors. Luck to both of you. About a year and a half ago T happened to bump into Richard Latendresse on the street. He’s the Senator from Indiana, you know. You could tell he had been working hard. AVe went to lunch, and then he said he had an important appointment, so I left him. Having received a check from my Aunt’s in¬ surance company, I decided to buy some new clothes. So I went up to La Belle’s place. One of the models came out, and who was it but Jim Richert. We talked a little while and he told me he was going to quit that job of modeling. He was going to marry the rich heiress, Madam A on Wearwell. Then he is going to take over her estate. AVell, Jim’s got a good head for business. We can’t dally here—my time is getting short. Br-r-r-r, even my spirit shivers at this. I’m our somewhere in the Atlantic on a battleship. Tnei e is somebody I recognize. Larry Doyle, and lie’s an Admiral, and in the U. S. Navy. Hi, Larry. You say it’s against the law to stowaway? Well, punish my spirit. Ho, ho! . . . They are having maneuvers now? AVell, I might find out a navy secret and talk in my sleep. This is Alabama. I move quick—not? Let’s go into this tobacco auction, I might get a free cigar. AVell, look who’s up there, Jack Mallock, tobacco auctioneer extraordinary. I’m going up and talk to him. Hi! Jack! How’s the wife and all the little kiddies? Fine? Now to Tokyo. I’d like to see how George Tonner is making out with his division of Peer¬ less Cleaners out there . . . Zip, and here we are. Say, George, how’s the cleaning business? Very bad? Why? All the Yanks cleaned up everything back in ’44, and nothing has ever been dirty since? Better luck in Berlin. Only time for two more. Let me see—Jerome Lange is not feeling so well at the moment. You know, he is the big stamp magnate who studies chemistry in his spare time. The day before yesterday p roved to be disastrous for Jerome. He had another accident in his private labora¬ tory. He’ll be O.K. in a couple of weeks. He’d better go in for botany. It’s much safer. Where can I go now? Jim Carney and his band are at the Chicago Theater. Here’s the stage door. Let’s go in. He hasn’t come in yet? And he won’t be in for several days? He’s forced down at Salt Lake City in the plane in which he transports his band. Let’s see, one more! Oh, yes, John J. Wuncler- lich. Zip, and away we go. Here we are at the weather bureau. Yep! you’re right, John J. is the best weather predictor in the state. Hardly ever fails. He always was reliable. I have to hurry and get dressed. Too tad you have to leave so soon. If you have any houses you want haunted, I know several parties who would be glad to take the job. Professionals, vou know. Well, time for the GREAT SAVAM1 to go to work. C-o-o-d E-v-e-n-i-n-g!

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First Ro (left to right): C. Dennison, R. Imhoff, H. Spresser, E. Redden, R. Hermann, J. Carlos. Second Row: G. Ash, G. Smith, M. Cody, D. Maloney, W. Hawkrigg. Third Row: R. Pfister, R. Gildehaus, E. Mullins, R. Kemp, A. King, L. Schneider. SOPHOMORE CLASS Sophomore. Those who know the meaning of the word understand very well the task which this class is trying to accomplish—to learn more. And that is the prime ambition of the entire class. There are, however, quite a few athletes representing the Class of ’45 on the different varsity teams. On the football team are Mike Cody, Howard Spresser, Dick Hermann, Dick Imhoff, Joe Carlos, and Rudy Gildehaus. The basketball team was not as fortunate when it came to the number of sophomore athletes on its roster. Two, however, made the grade, Howard Spresser and Mike Cody, both of whom rendered valuable service to the varsity basketball cause. The class chose wisely when it elected the class officers. To fill the Presidency was chosen Howard Spresser. Vice-President is Dick Imhoff, and Earl Redden filled the chair as Secretary and Treasurer.