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

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HQQH 3 E H Q THE STAR After the dedication was over, the Class of 1927, held a reunion, and it was found that two members, John Cody and Frank Hanssel were miss- ing. Inquiry revealed that these two were in the Real Estate business in Angola. Because of the great distance they were unalble to get to Buf- falo for the doings Cody sells the public the land, while Hanssel builds the houses for them afterwards. This combination is reported to be doin g-everybody l After our little re-union, those from out of town began to make plans for their return trip. We promised, before breaking up, to hold another meeting of the Class of 1927 next year. The following morning we left Buffalo, with many sad goodbyes and resolutions to return in 1947. On the train back to San Francisco, I reflected on the success my old friends were having and I realized that we owe our prosperity to our teachers, the Brothers of old ST. JOE'S. FERRIS J. CUDNEY. Senior HE time is twenty years hence. As I was passing down South Buffalo's geometrical street, namely, Triangle, I ff' saw a sprightly middle-aged man, dressed in a tuxedo, dash from an undertaker's parlors, grasp the door of a roadster and vault into the driver's seat. I was struck by these antics, remembering that I had seen them enacted somewhere before. I ran over to the side of the car and, as I had thought, it was Cuban Candee. I asked him how business was, and he told me it was not so good since Kevey Burke had hung his shingle out. He told me to hop in and ride over to Burke's with him. We were ushered into magnificent offices on the first floor of a huge building on the corner of Oak and Eagle Avenues. Just at that moment a slim, curly-haired Apollo ushered a patient out of his private office. On seeing us, Kevey came over and inquired after our health, saying that he hoped that we were both very sick. HHHM As I left the office I heard a familiar voice say, Hello Soup . Look- ing around and seeing nothing but a ladder against the building, I started to walk on, when I heard the same voice again asking me if I was getting high-hatted . I noticed this time that the voice came from overhead. Looking up I saw what I had mistaken for a ladder was Ray O'Connor's legs, and that he was cleaning the second story windows of the building without the ai-d of a ladder. Just then I heard a plaintive voice saying, Mal the boss is always picking on me. Turning I saw Babe McDonough on his mother's left apron string. Seeing Wags and myself he came over to us. He told us how he was being oppressed in the doll factory where he was working. Leaving Wags and Babe I walked down Eagle Avenue to Main Street. Thirty sim

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THE STAR After dinner, we went for a sight-seeing tour of the city in John Kelly's new Ford car. A large electric sign in South Buffalo proclaimed Clarence Falkner's skill as a mortician. We stopped to see Clarence and he modestly told us that his undertaking establishment was the largest in the city. Joe Burke, Clarence proudly told us, was the best hearse driver and crepe hangers in his employ. Joe at present was in Garden- ville opening a branch agency, or rather parlor, to take care of the great volume of business in that section. We also learned from Clarence 'that Claude Barth was doing a flourishing business as a physician and surgeon in Gardenville. We continued our trip and were held up at Main and Genesee Streets by a crowd in the street. Probably some politician making a stump speech, one of our number said. I left the car and found Martin Barrett, perched upon a soap box, telling the plain people why they should elect him alderman of the first ward. Mart promised to join us the next day at the dedication of the new building and then went on with his discus- sion of his opponent's qualifications for office. Stopping at a gas station for a new supply of fuel, we were sur- prised to find that the station was one of a chain operated b.y Peter Keischgens. Peter was at the station, and with him was Bob Morey who had also prospered in life. Bob was proprietor of a number of flourishing Hot-Dog stands in Kenmore. They tell me that Morey's Heated Weiners are famous wherever sausage is known. As the evening was pretty well spent by this time, we returned to our hotel for a good night's sleep even if Norris Hardy's Colored Synco- paters were playing the supper dance music in the dining room. At the ceremonies the following day, I was informed that the guest of honor was the Cardinal of Philadelphia, who turned out to be none other than our old friend, Joseph Corcoran. So dense was the crowd seek- ing his blessing that we were unable to approach him. The chairman, a famous New Jersey lawyer, proved to be Paul Collins. Paul is reported to be making a great name for himself by his zeal in pre- venting the defrauding of widows and orphans by anyone else. The feature speech of the occasion was by the Commissioner of Parks and Public Buildings, Harvey Anderson. Mr. Anderson tol-d the people that the best workers in his department are high school students, espe- cially those from St. Joe's. His policy of hiring only youths is known all over the United States. - Thirty we

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THE STAR On the corner of Eagle and Main, I stopped before a huge new theatre that was announcing its opening with a special bill . At that moment- a heavy hand descended on my back. Turning around I saw a portly man facing me. I was at a loss to place him, when he said, I know where you can get some real soda water, pal , and I knew in an instant it was Hank Guarino. He said that he had just completed the show, and that I must come in with him and meet some of the old fellows who were on the bill . The picture was named The Answer to an Old Maid's Prayer and Jim Privitera was starring as the answer. The head-liner was a comic song and dance act by Kenmore Ready. After the show Hank took me back stage to meet Jim and Kenmore. The next day I got a business call to New York. While buying my ticket I saw a man tossed out of the President's office. Going over to help the poor fellow up, I was confronted by a husky individual, whom I recog- nized as Pussy Griffin. Thinking he was the President of the railroad I asked him how he felt. He informed me that I had made a slight error and that he was only the President's bouncer. When I arrived in New York I went immediately to the bank that I had business with. As I entered, whom should I see but John Sebert, seated at the Treasureris desk. He said that his experience as Treasurer of our class had got him the position. As I didn't have to be back to work the next day, I thought I would take in a night club, that evening. Hear- ing from Sebert that Mat Mathias was running the highest class place in town, I thought I would stop in there. It was a beautifully de-corated building on the corner of Mott and Park Row. I went into the manager's office, and, sure enough, there was Mat with his gruff air and all. We had hardly sat down when a bevy of Broadway beauties entered surround- ing a skinny long-nosed individual with a sour look who, for all the world, reminded me of somebody I had known in school. When I asked Mat who that was he replied, Why that's Charley Schnitter . When I returned to work I found I would have to go up to Boston next day. Having finished my transactions there I thought I would have a look at Boston's famous library. While browsing around whom should I run into but Bill Lee. He told me he was the library's official book- worm . Bill asked me if I had seen Will Gardiner yet. Noi I replied. Is Will in Boston ? Yes, it's too bad about Will, he said. He seemed like one of the best fellows in the class. When I aske-d Bill what the matter was with Will, he said, Oh, he's gone to the dogs entirely. He's hanging around bad joints all the time. Noi Not Will Gardiner, I said. Yes, sir! says Bill, You just go to this address and see for your- self. When I entered the door, there was Will. When I asked him how the plumbing business was, he said, It's great! Leaving Boston that night, I arrived in Washington early next morning. On my way out of the station, I saw Sarkis Anthony, who was running a banana stand in the station. ll ty seuo