St Josephs Collegiate Institute - Star Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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THE STAR 1 Of our sheiks you will now be told, Jim Privietera knocks shebas cold, Yet he always has his work, Nor does he ever his duties shirk. Joe Chute is also spick and span Some even claim he's a ladies' man But the language of Milton he can't master His pen goes quick but his thoughts go faster. William Lee has a studious look, Of quiet wit, always with a bookg He is not of the boisterous sort, But takes and gives like a good sport. Hank Guarino, of business mein, Once in a while with a. smile is seen: John Se-bert, guardian of our dough, As treasurer with figures is not slow. Lester Brass is our brilliant star, As a diligent student, he has no par: And Edward Mathias follows him With steady persistence, dour and grim. Sarkis Anthony is a quiet lad, Although he's not noisy, he's never sad, Fred Kilroy, too, hasn't much to say, But his nonchalant smile proclaims him gay. Daisy Dolan's no friend of books, But their contents assumes by his owlish looks: Bill Gardiner'-s a youth of likable poise, With contagious smile, and averse to noise, And. last comes our Charlie, questioner of renown, Whose last name is Schnitter, well known in the town, Some think he's too fussy and full of zeal, But to all those who know him. his friendship is real. FRANCIS C. O'CONlNOR, '2T. Twenty sawn

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Twenty six qTHE STAR SENIOR CLASS B Although we've Senior Classes two, Senior A and Senior B, Of the B's alone I'll speak to you, They chiefly interest me. VVe are twenty-two in all: Some are short and some are tall, A few are broad and more are lean, E'en some are dull, but most are keen. Some are full of fun and jest Who to the Brothers seem a pest, While others seem to compensate By never being rude nor late. Babe McDonough heads the list Of those who never get the gist Oi Silence is golden -that adage old But he is young so we'll not scold. Bill Ready follows, of great renown, He, too, surpasses as a clowng Lyons and Maher and Kevie Burke Their share of patter do not shirk. Pussy Griffin is not a cat, But he belongs to the plugging frat, Nor is Cuban Candee a sugar-cane But a jolly lad of likable strain. Ray 0'Connor is a lanky lad, He has a face that is never sad. Maurice Furlong, who is always late, Smiles at worries and laughs at fate

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'T H E S T A R ilaistnrp nf bzniur Glass that bright and balmy morning of the fourth of Septem- 35r5 7 W ber, 1923, about 135 bashful boys of different ages and fgljgfg E non-descript appearances timidly entered the sacred por- gm tals of St. Joseph's Collegiate Institute. As soon as that first dreadful realization of our insignificance had passed ' ' away, we began to amble around viewing with awe the severe-looking classrooms, the mysterious laboratories, and strange-look- ing blackrobed men-all of which sights were to become familiar and even dear to us in the course of our four years of High School. Finally a halt was called to our aimless wanderings when Brother Columban, the Principal, led us into the Assembly Hall and lined us up., There, after a short talk, he divided us up into four classes and led us off to be introduced to our teachers, Brothers Edmund, Lawrence, Augustine, and Mr. John Mullins. No lessons were assigned on that first day, and even during the entire week that followed the real difficulties of a freshman did not sink into our bewildered and perplexed minds. Soon, however, things began to assume a different aspect as the regular daily routine of hard work began to be followed more closely, but, realizing that we were no longer children we manfully settled down to our tasks and forgot that we were newcomers. Then came the first real trial of our short high school career-the First Quarterly Examinations. Most of us went through them, however, tri- umphantly, Miller and Schirman leading in 1 D , and Falkner in 1 A , The second quarter was very short on account of the Christmas holi- days, and in general passed away rather uneventfully. Again We faced the Examinations and again We conquered. Then began the long third quarter and we settled down to an uninterrupted grind of ten weeks of hard work from which we again emerged with flying colors. Finally came the last lap of our first year. In spite of spring fever, the call of the wild, and a thousand distractions, we steadily plugged along to a successful close with Miller, Schirmann and Falkner still in the lead and therefore winners of the coveted Gold Medals. School was dismissed and we entered upon a welcomed and well-earned vacation. 1 fl JH