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

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Wla.t 4-la.pjaened to the XavUtitei? Standing alone on the glistening floor of the New Administration Building, a young boy scans the south wall, lined with pictures of Academy Alumni. His gaze hesitates, then rests upon one class picture that strikes a note of curiosity in his youthful fancy. Desirous of learning more about that picture, his eager eyes catch a passing priest. “Pardon me, Father, but I have been gazing at that class picture on the wall so long and wondering what has become of all those boys, that I wish you would please tell me something about them.” “Why surely, son. Those boys were all Xavierites and members of the 1945 Academy graduating class. The boys finished high school twenty year ' s ago. So you see, youngster, they have had time to do a great deal of work. All of them have been ordained now for twelve years. “In that picture the boys are arranged in rows of fours. Perhaps that is the way they sat at table in the refectory. Anyway, the first boy there is Father Don Ballman, professor of agriculture at St. Joe. He is the author of the recent treatise, ‘Corn: How to Grow Big Ears.’ Although his recommendations are not conventional, Father Ballman’s ideas are said to be feasible. The next lad, director of music now at St. Joe, is Father Baranowski, the author of numerous liturgical pieces. The most prominent among these is ‘Ave Domine Saeculorum.’ The third fellow is Father Barga who is now at the Catholic University of America, where he is seeking a Ph.D. in Literature. In a recent le tter he tells us that ‘my greatest delight has been in translating “Le Morte d’Arthur”.’ That boy is Father Bolan, a member of our Eastern Mission Band. He has conducted a considerable number of successful retreats and missions. A happy faculty of Father Bolan’s is his concise manner of relating humorous anecdotes. Twenty-two