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

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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.

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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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llllll IIIASS After the concert, on my way to a restaurant, I purchased a paper from a corner news- stand. I waited until I was settled in a booth at the restaurant before I opened my paper. The headline, that almost caused me to spill the contents of my water glass, read: MARY SEWALL, NOTED SCIENTIST, DISCOVERS A SIMPLIFIED METHOD OF SOAP-MAKING. This headline recalled to mind the days we struggled through Biology Laboratory during our Senior Year of School. As I read on, I learned that she was made President of the Propter and Gramble Soap Company, one of the largest soap concerns of all times. The waitress finally came to take my order. When she handed me the menu, the pro- prietor's name gave me ample cause to sit up with a start for: the proprietor of this res- taurant was our illustrious former classmate, Paul Devitt. The waitress, after I explained, summoned him to my booth. He recognized me at once. For quite some time we dis- cussed the good old class of '44. When I left, I felt quite happy over the excellent meal at the expense of my host. The following week, I decided to take a plane back to Washington, where I was to await further instructions from President Sharon. As I boarded the plane, the Air Hostess turned out to be our small but mighty classmate, Mary Ann Hipskind. Through vigorous exercises, Mary Ann had managed to grow the other one-half inch required to make her eligible for this position. The President sent me to the Patent Office which was just across the street. Before I left he informed me that Pat Britt, who never had missed a day of school, was the newly elected Commissioner of Patents. Pat and I discussed the situation in question and soon had it well in hand. He informed me that his wife had insisted on being his private secre- tary, though he never could figure out iust why, After two months in Washington, I sailed for Europe. While on the boat, I unex- pectedly met Helen Pevas, our sympathetic classmate. We talked a good deal about old times. She informed me that she was professor of Languages at the University of Michi- gan. I always thought one tongue enough for a woman. fAre you dying?l Helen told me that Iames Wood was the admiral of the very ship we were on, so to- gether we proceeded toward his cabin. When I asked him just how he managed to follow such a career, he said that he had gained so much renown in World War II as a Sea- man l!C that he decided to take to the sea for his life work. How happy we were, when we realized that each member of our class of '44 was engaged in a position or career, successful and honorable. Cecilia Bir '44 Gwen Corby '44