St Josephs High School - Crest / Signet Yearbook (Garrett, IN)

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Class Will We the Seniors of the Class of 1941 well aware that our days in this world of learning are coming to an inevitable end, do hereby present our last will and testament. Article I We bequeath to Father Bennett, our beloved principal, our sincere thanks for instilling within us a love for all that is fine and wholesome. Article II. We bequeath to the Faculty our earnest gratitude for the inspiring example of scholarship and goodness which they have given us. Article III. We bequeath to our dear teacher, Sister Theresa Marie, the memories of lazy days in school and of a happy-go-lucky class. Article IV. I, Ella Nora Wilondek, leave to the under-classmates, the following: Raymond Bonkoski, my cousin, my seat in room six, to be taken advantage of after the period of one year has elapsed. Rita Ann Kobiela, my position as librarian in S.J. H. School. Ladonna Shoudel, my well worn Civics book to be used in her senior year. Theresa Richter, my tall, slender figure. James Hoeffel, my ability to co-operate and my attendance at school activities. Article V. I, Eugene Beber, leave to the under-graduates: John Steinmetz, my ability to keep silence in school. William Dembickie, my ability not to tease the girls. Paul Johnson, all the cigarette butts in the manual training room. Rose Miller, my ability to act without being stuc k up. Beverly Clark, my ability for not acting shy. Article VI. I. Joan Simon, to the lower classmen, do bequeath: Paul Anderson, my happy-go-lucky way of knowing how to have a good time. Ellen Miceli, the art of knowing how to bite finger nails. Collins Redmond, my hard earned diploma. Helen Dunham, the art of taking teasing with a smile. Dean Springer, my bookkeeping ability to be used in his junior year. Article VII. I, Jerome Steigmeyer, leave to the following classmates: Michael Sobasky, my ability to behave in school. Mary Helen Miller, all that I can give her—Collie Redmond. Richard Imbody, my ability to stay home at nights and study. James Steigmeyer, my ability to drive a car. Mary Rose Whittecar, my ability for perfect attendance at Mass and school every day. Article VIII. 1, Howard Seifert, do bequeath my possessions to the following under-graduates: Leon Gingery, a well-worn comb to be used often by him. Marion Seifert, my ability to type, to be used in her junior year. Charles Mansfield, my humor which should not be put into practice in school. Nick Filip, my dramatic ability and a little of my height. Jack Reynolds, my ability as Editor of the S.J. H. Bulletin to be used in his senior year. Article IX. I, Theresa Muzzillo, bequeath the following to: Nancy Pence, my height. Mary Catherine Mezydlo, my job as business manager of the “Signet”. Richard Reidhart, my ability to dance. Mary Muzzillo, my sister, my residence in room six. (You can also have my books and my first desk.) Charles Seifert, my art of blushing with my laugh included. Article X. We, the senior girls, leave to Lorraine Bushong, our fondest wishes for success during her high school years. Article XI. We, the senior boys, leave to James Virden, our ability to mooch candy.

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Senior Class History Four years ago eleven graduates from the eighth grade entered St. Joseph's High School as freshmen. Our ambition was that of becoming digni- fied seniors. After taking our first step we met with disaster and lost four students. We all agree that we lived up to our name as Freshmen”. Our sophomore battle was long and hard, but after conquering Latin and Geometry we were rewarded by being given the title of “Jolly Juniors’’. We mastered our junior year and proved our ability in two fields: our dramatic ability by originating the one-act plays which have proved to be so popular and our artistic ability which was shown in the decorations at the Junor-Senior Banquet. This banquet, in the opinion of many, was the best given in St. Joseph's High School. Three of our class took parts in ihe Senior Class Play of ‘40. Again fate was against us and we lost another student. Our last step, that of seniors, passed quickly. With the faithful help of Sister Theresa Marie we finished our high school course with great success. We leave here with fond memories of our “Alma Mater”’. Theresa Muzzillo Howard Seifert SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS Bai gasrel INRibaAlle) ..8rarcecmaneeonnesananoteaeecoesacelbbecoposoccnces President Velonicieel {SyeunWSs eo ce noses anaudeddacesoueeeshnnabncnaaccasnoeoe Vice-President DIAP Pe @Festhiy ose tis BULLETIN LO WiC Cee SE ll Cita meaty Meee ae tat Ne nerr eeternss ior eee fe Editor IMicinya Gane ziyicll Ome mmeeennee ee erect Assistant Editor TOGi SOMO ee ee ee ae ene AN Art Editor eNempVMiiice lige sense arten acceacate state: Business Manager SUVAPP Ore tiikrovls HeolGNET Rovehal ueptealer ele. nA sien. uscnancet teehee Mee const eee nord Gl Deromcaenecainond! Editor LEVIN), Noise WMC IOVS LENS coocmceatccaos eebasn wonbeccnedee Assistant Editor erescis MIUIZ ZI O mere: arece sees eoteecone sarees: Business Manager GIASS SIO WiSr etree dar snetentaces teeteicn senator American Beauty ClassEColoree ye cee eee ee eee Rose and White ClASSMNI OOM ction ata carmen “One Step at a Time But Always Forward”

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Class Prophecy In the year 1960 Sister Theresa Marie decided to take a long trip. Her first stop was Hollywood. As she stepped from the train she was greeted by the two biggest box office stars and comedians of the year, Jerome Steigmeyer and Eugene Beber. From there she went to New York where she saw Howard Seifert as head bookkeeper of the biggest firm in New York. Then she chart- ered a plane for Chicago. On the plane she had a conversation all the way to Chicago with the stewardess who was Theresa Muzzillo. She visited the hospital where Ella Nora Wilondek was head nurse. After her return to Garrett she visited the residence of Mrs. James Richmond the former Joan Simon. This completed her visits to the Seniors of St. Joseph High School of the year 1941. Gene Beber Jerome Steigmeyer Class Poem Just six years old we started in, To go on a journey that soon would end, Our Mothers brought us to see it begin, And they'll be here to see it end. Soon eight years had passed, It seemed like few, From the facts we had amassed, We learned to paddle our own canoe. We entered the freshman class As green as we could be, Our initiation soon would pass, And we were happy you can see. Silly Sophomores was our name But we got by somehow, We soon came to fame, Just look at us now. As Juniors we were jolly, New subjects we were taking, There was no chance for folly, We were Seniors in the making Dignified Seniors on to the goal line, We were on toward Something good and fine In our motto, “One step at a time but always forwardl” Ella Nora Wilondek