St Paul High School - Paulist Yearbook (Marion, IN)

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PIIESE l Our long awaited moment! We are treading the long corridor of the final year of our High School career. Our first problem was to elect officers and the Paulist staff. Under the hearty leadership of Paul Sharon, President, we have sponsored many activities. We had the misfortune of losing three Senior boys to the Armed Forces: Iohn Sharon, Paul Devitt, and Kenny Rosen. We miss three others: lack Brooks, Margaret Orr, and Virginia Ormsbee. Now only three Senior boys and seven seniorettes compose our graduating class. In the rustling breeze of an October evening, we were guests of the Iunior Class at the annual Iunior-Senior Weiner roast and with meat rationed too. Well, maybe the meat was rationed-but the good times weren'tl A gay time was had by all at the home of Patricia Shildmyer. We held our Christmas Party at the home of Carolyn Mott. After exchanging gifts, we went to the show. y We sponsored dances, and candy sales, and were able to have a Spaghetti Dinner to aid in the financing of this book. One of the greatest boosts to our fund was the Maga- zine Drive. We wish to thank all the pupils who co-operated in this drive. After hard work on the part of all, the Paulist finally went to press. We have labored hard to publish this first war-time Paulist, and we, the class of '44, wish to extend our full-hearted appreciation to the Faculty, who were always so patient and thoughtful and so willing to give us the necessary help and direction. To the student body we wish to say that we hope they will take with them the same impression of their Alma Mater, as we do. When we depart from the quaint old building on Ninth and Branson Streets, we will always remember our school days, in whatever walk-of-life we may enter. We are now looking forward to the great moment for which we have all worked so hard-Graduation Night. PAUL SHARON '44 IIM WOOD '44

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PAST It was in the year 1940, that we received the greatest thrill of our school life, when we ascended the first flight of stairs at the beginning of those unforgettable days of our High School career. Twenty-three green Freshmen worked and toiled under the able leadership of our class officers, with lim Stover presiding. We held our annual Hallowe'en party at the home of Pat Britt and in the good old days before we got into this war, we had a hamburger fry at the home of Virginia Ormsbee. During the year we lost Bill Gas- per, who is studying for the priesthood at St. Meinards and Ieanne Latendresse, who entered the convent of the Sisters of St. Ioseph. Virginia Ormsbee was our new student having moved to Marion that year. As our Freshman year passed, our green color faded, and we were ready to become full-fledged Sophomores. We climbed another flight of stairs to assume our famous role of Silly Sophomores. Our former leader, lim Stover, moved to Van Wert, Ohio: lean Lees, Mary Ellen Price and Shirley Crabtree left our class. Martha Garber left to enter the St. Ioseph Convent. One new member, lack Bowman, who came from Marion High, placed our final enrollment for the year at eighteen. During the year we held several social highlights, the brightest of which was a wiener roast at the home of Pat Britt. He surely had the home fires burning, Another outstand- ing tsittingl event was a skating party at Idyl Wyld and everybody had a bang-up time. The stars were elsewhere than in the sky that night. Among the scholastic achievements of the Sophomore year was the honor that came to us when Cecilia Bir carried second place in the County and first place in the District Latin contest. Thus eligible to enter the State contest, Cecilia made a gallant effort to bring home the first prize. Although this was not accomplished, she scored high, and we were all proud of her. As the curtain dropped on the Sophomore year, we held in reserve a small amount from the class treasury for the Spotlite Fund, thanks to the efficient work of our officers. lack Brooks, President, and Cecilia Bir, Treasurer. We were ready for another act in the drama of life. Our third year in High Schooll We had now advanced to the high honor of Iolly Iun- iors. We met our first disappointment when informed that we would not be permitted, due to wartime conditions, to issue the Spotlite, the bi-monthly school paper. However, we managed to present two issues, the Christmas number and one in honor of the Graduating class. The class officers, Iohn Sharon, President: Kenneth Rosen, Vice-President: Carolyn Mott, Secretary-Treasurer: had the responsibility of procuring the funds necessary to finance the big event of the year, the Iunior-Senior Prom and Banquet. We held our annual Iunior-Senior weiner roast on October first at the home of Vir- ginia Ormsbee. After refreshments were served, we held a barn dance. This proved to be a top-notch enjoyment. Several box socials were socially and financially successful, and we held our first dance shortly after the opening of the second semester. Success crowned our efforts and the first war-time Prom and Banquet were held during the last week of May.

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HIIIIRI Ill Several years after my graduation from St. Paul High School, I was sent on a tour of the larger cities of the world on special research work for the government: my work was to take over where Eleanor Roosevelt left off. My first assignment was issued by President Iohn Sharon, who had just recently at- tained this great office. After leaving the White House, I hurried on my way to the bus terminal. I had not advanced a block when I noticed an old lady, staggering along with the aid of a cane. She was endeavoring to step down from a curb, so I decided to lend my assistance. I learned that she was none other than Francis Perkins, Secretary of Labor to President Roosevelt during my High School years. Through further conversation with her, I learned that her former position was held by none other than one of my Sen- ior classmates, Carolyn Mott. My duties next called me to Chicago. As I walked down State Street, Iwas confronted by an old man, shabby in his general appearance, and whose intention was obviously to sell me a bit of his ware which consisted of thimbles, needles, hair pins, pencils, and a book entitled How to Say No to a Salesman. After a glance at this haggard man and a purchase of two of the pencils, I found to my surprise that the latter were imprinted with the name of Kenneth Rosen 6 Sons. Then I recalled that Kenneth had often said that sorne- day he would go into business for himself. While still in Chicago, I attended a Major League Baseball game between the New York Yankees and the Chicago Cubs for a special reason. Paul Sharon, our Senior Class President, was the big star of the Chicago team. The game was an exciting one, with the Cubs in the lead all through the game and staggering the Sport Fans with a score of 10-2 due to the skillful playing ability of Paul. I proceeded to New York City by train. On my second day in this great metropolis, I was given a ticket to a concert at the Metropolitan Opera Company, to be held late in the afternoon. I arrived a little late, and before I entered the building, I noted the vast amount of autos that crowded the several nearby parking lots. Must be some famous celebrity, I mused. Once inside I felt I was lucky to get a seat at all, even though it was in the upper balcony, The music had already started and the singer was making her appearance. Immediately I recognized our singing star of High School days, Gwen Corby. And what proved to be even a greater surprise was the fact, that she was accompanied on the piano by our class Tschaikovsky, Iean Blaugher, lean was one of the few women who learned the secret of combining a happy home with a career and making cr success of it.