St Michaels High School - Michaelinian Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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t egieewcff 5 eeegseg At last the gorgeous palace which was tai house the New York Symphony Orchestra was completed. That memorable evening, March 21, l9ti2. witnessed there the first performance by Ameriea's greatest symphony orchestra, directed by the celebrated maestro. Bern- ardone Novak. With a last stroke of his baton, the director silenced the hundred instruments that obeyed his every motion. Then, the applause gradually subsiding, the maestro stepped to the rear of the stage. The guest soloist of the occasion. Mile. Antonina Scoglio, and her husband accompanist. Walterio Wiclunanowski, proceeded to the center of the stage. 'l'hundering applause greeted their approachg then. as the great pianist approached his in- strtunent. the beautiful prima donna, clad in a gorge- otts gown of golden cloth. prepared to give her best to America. As she stood there thrilling her audience. the maestro was lost in dreams of the past--of a class- room back in IS, when the singer and her accompanist were girl and boy. learning the same lessons and shar- ing the same pleasures. The last selection finished. Maestro Novak left the stage and hurried lo the singers room. Pardon me. but I must ask yott just one question, Mademoiselle. Don't you remember me? Well, of all things? XVho wouldn't know that shock of curls, even if they are getting rather gray? Aren't yott Bernard Novak? And you--the littlest girl of the Class of V134 Antoinette Scoglio? I am. And over there's my husband. Surely. yott remember the President of the Student Council. the Catholic Actioneer who almost wore the hinges ofl the doors of old St. Michael's, peddling his wares and ranting about our indifference to the cause that meant so much to him. just a moment and I'll get him away frotn that tiresome manager of mine. After the usual handshaking and questioning about each other. the Symphony director insisted that they spend the night with him. No, we cannot. for ottr plane is waiting to take us back to Pittsburgh tonight. Antoinette's mother is no different today from away back in our school days when this little lady attended basketball games or a social. She will be sitting up waiting for us if it's morning, so we must hurry. But can't yott spend just a day or two at my home? asked the Maestro. Yes, we shall. interrupted the singer: this is Thursday. and we are not scheduled in Chicago until next Tuesday. Suppose we return to New York Sunday morning and spend the day with you. That will be grand, replied Mr. Novak. And I shall make your visit an enjoyable one: btit no fair's asking tonight, Goodbye, and don't be keeping that good mother up too early tomorrow morning. Sunday morning. the two celebrities arrived in New York City. where they were met by their friend of long ago. The trio stepped into the NIaestro's private plane. arriving shortly at his beautiful home some tniles up the Hudson. One surprise followed another. As they left the plane and walked toward the beautiful country house. the mistress herself greeted them. And guess who she was! I don't need to introdttce you two, do I? laughed the master of the house. Rosemary IJreistadt! cried the singer. Is this where we find you? Yes, and as happy as any wotnan would dare hope to be. I didn't think that we should ever see yott again! After you had left l'ittsburgh to study in New York, I lost track of you. 'l'hen later we heard that yott had left America for Italy. where you were to continue yottr work. But just listen how Walter and I met. I went on to Rottie to study under Professor Garlani. One day while praying in St. l'eler's. I saw a face I well remem- bered. Coming down the aisle, big as life, was our musician. Walterio Wichtuanowski. Yes, Init it didn't take her long to finish her prayers, said her husband, for we both hurried out- side to find what either one knew about those back home. And do you know what came of it? said her husband. Oh, let me tell, said the singer. He was studying church tnttsic at the Palestrina Academy, Intl I fear that day saw the end of his career as an organist. Since then he has decided that I sing nowhere ttnless he accompanies me. As they entered the house, there was a commotion. Not one or two, but four people lutrried to greet them. First, there was a very military-looking man whom they recognized as 4'Bennie, tiow Major General Lease of the United States Air Corps. How goes it, Bennie? said Yvalterio. Kayo, said the major general. You two gave us a performance I won't soon forget. I wanted to go back- stage and congratulate you, but it was too late. And we're still with the Air Force, you see-which means K. l'. if youfre not on time. Same old Bennie, laughed Antoinette. And here's my wife. Remember her, don't you? asked Bennie. Indeed I do. How could I forget our Sylvia May of 'VSV' And l'm glad to see you, Antoinette. Remember the old days back home? And the stunts these bad boys used to pull. l4Iere's sotneone else who wants to have her say. How are you. Agnes? I didn't expect to meet yott in New York. Nor I to meet yott. I've just come from Pittsburgh to do some buying. You retnetuber. after graduation. I went to work at Horne's. Gradually. I worked my way up, Now I'm buyer for their ladies' and misses' departments. I always spend a day or two with Bern- ardone and Rosetnary. ami it was a delight, on my arrival last night to hear that you would be here today. But Ruth is getting impatient to get a word in. i Hello, little song bird! How are you? said the former chubby Rttth Beringer. just fine. Init what are you doing here? said Antoinette. Oh, Walter and I conduct an aeronautics school over in New jersey. Rosemary called me on Friday that you would be here, so I made it my business to come over. Isn't it great? I Yes, but how 'in the world did you ever enter such a field? Why. what's strange about that? After the war was over Walter returned home and we were married at old St. Michael's. Can you guess who married us? No? Father Harold, who is still pastor. By the way, do you