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

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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

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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 Seeing a garage sign down the street, I walked down to inquire after the hire of a cab. Seeing nobody ibut a mechanic around, I went over to dig him from under the car he was working on. Hearing me approach, he squirmed from under the car. He was a smutty, greasy, sleepy-looking individual whom I immediately recognized as Neil Maher. Getting a car for double the regular hire, I drove around the city. On my way back to Neil's garage, I noticed a sign, Fred Kilroy's Beauty Parlor . I stopped the car and entered and there was Freddy directing a comely girl how to arch eyebrows. Fred said Washington was a wonderful business town and that he had the Senatorial trade. Fred was the same handsome devil he had always been and had changed but little. On returning home from Washington, I was given my vacation which I determined to spend at an aunt's in Milwaukee. When I entered the station at Milwaukee, I noticed a sign Howard- Dolan, Information on Anything . I stepped over to see if this was the Howy of my acquaintance, and sure enough it was that same wise, owlish- looking mug that presented itself to me. He told me several of the other fellows were in Milwaukee. And on asking how come he had settled down here, he said, that the soda water was the best in the country . I stopped up to see Maurice Furlong who was the local radio an- nouncer. When I asked how he had come to get that job he said it was the only one he could find that didn't interfere with his sleep. I went to the Zoo to see Kerin Lyons, as Howy had told me he was working there. Lyons was putting on a wrestling act with the white mice when I entered. He told me his success as a wild animal trainer was due to the fact that he stuck to his bicycle pants . Hearing from Lyons that Lester Brass had an office in the basement of Shyster Building, I took a hop down there. There was Lester Brass's name in red chalk on' an office door. I noticed beneath his name the legend Attorney at Law or What Have you . Entering I was face to face with a grave looking fellow who was Less and none other. It was hard to convince Less that I was an old school chum of his and not a prospective client. When I inquired after the success of his profession, he hands me , that the only case he had since he opened shop turned out, when tested, to b.e wood alcohol and he couldn't find the fellow who sold it to him. I was informed by Less that Joe Chute was running a dance hall. That night I dropped in and there was Joe surrounded by his wife and child. Thi ty eight