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

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Look fellows, there’s the prosperous Mayor of Taylorville, Illinois. (From the athletic fellow he was at school, he’s really changed. That “bread-basket” he’s toting around seems quite heavy. But such is life.) Anyway, he was a little late for that first get-together; he had to stop for Mr. Hermann of Indianapolis. “Doc” just had to stop for a few minutes to hear Dick, Jr., recite “Gunga Din” — and Junior’s only five years old too. It surely is swell to see these “kids,” who only twenty years before were growling constantly about the rules being too strict and about not getting enough freedom, now sitting around the table with their old best friends, trying to catch up on twenty years in the St. Joseph’s scene of their lives. It’s funny to look at all these “boys” too. At one time, all of us were of nearly the same physical stature, but now some are tall-thin, some are short-fat, and others have just a “slight” protrusion at their middle. But, though they have changed physically, they still possess the good Catholic character they acquired during their stay at St. Joe. It’s good to see the faces of these men as they talk to an old Prof “that wasn’t so hot” before, for now they understand that he was one of the very best they had. After the delicious “breaded porkchop” dinner, served to the class of “45,” E. T. Eshelman, president of the Dayton Airlines, acts as toast¬ master. “Esh” looks kinda silly sitting next to Professor Mark H. Fors- thoefel, one of the country’s leading chemists. “Esh,” you know, weighs about 280 pounds, and little puny Mark doesn’t weigh an ounce over 150. Mark was always that way, though; he couldn’t gain one pound, even if he ate a horse. — Oh, Yeah! The ceremonies, the interesting speeches, and the delicious meal are all finished now, and each member of the Old Class of “45” goes his individual way. Dr J. J. Deegan flys back to his beautiful wife and family in West Virginia to wait for the next reunion of the class of ”45.” Twenty