St Ladislaus High School - Torch Yearbook (Hamtramck, MI)

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We Attended Here Editor s Note: Every year, fall, winter and spring for the past 25 years, the classrooms and corridors of St. Ladi- slaus high resounded with the happy voices of teen- agers. Long ago it was our parents' voices; today it is our own. They and we have stored up treasured memories within these walls. To us they are sacro- sanct. The friends we made, the classes we attended, the games we lost or won, the dances we enjoyed, all return in reverie. We were serious, foolish and prankish by turns. We were teenagers and we lived like adolescents. We loved every minute of it. We cherish the school colors, scarlet and gray; that is why they appear as silver on the cover of this book. The spiderweb symbolizes the passage of time, as does the seasonal theme. Fall, winter, spring and summer repeat themselves with their beauty or blem- ish. So does school life at our Alma Mater. TABLE OF CONTENTS Title Page Foreword School Life Dedication Fall Winter Spring Summer Senior Distinctions Index Advertisements Patrons 1 2 4 6 6b 38b 74b 110b 1 lOd 114 118 139 3

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• • • For 25 Years, Our Parents,

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This Was Oh how we hated to get up in the morning! After dressing, we rushed madly to get the bus on time. Once we reached school, the pace slowed a bit. We went to Mass, to our lockers and to classes. If we were prepared, we didn't mind class time; otherwise, we watched the clock nervously lest the teacher should be inspired to call on us. The dismissal bell was always welcome. AFTER THE DIN OF THE ALARM died out, Carol Rosochacki resorted to the mirror which paid compliments to the fair lady even this early in the morning. A QUICK CUP OF JAVA did the trick most mornings for Carol Rosochacki when there were a few minutes to spare. In a race with the clock, break- fast went by the board. OFF TO SCHOOL it was each morning, most often with friends who had called along the way. We carried books, of course. Some of us really did study though teachers didn't always believe it. A TRAFFIC JAM was the usual order of the day, especially after Mass. There were two other entrances but who felt like walking extra steps when they would eventually get in if they waited long enough. THOSE PRECIOUS LAST MINUTES at the lockers before the class bell rang could not be replaced. That was time for dates, gossip, pranks, exchange of assignments, almost anything. SERIOUS BUSINESS, these studies ap- peared to be. It seemed hardly possible that teenagers could be so absorbed in lessons. These students were. The candid shot proved it. 4