St Sebastians School - Arrow Yearbook (Newton, MA)

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as , ff, if ll NEW sw! S CVN JAMES WILLIAM RYAN ll ll Class Secretary 4 Senior Debating Society 4 Senior Prom Committee Chairman Football 3, 4 Hockey 3, 4 Tennis 3, 4 L We were at the half-way mark of our Nonantum Hill sojourn, when Ryan fell into step with us. Quiet, reserved and studious in the classroom, he was endowed with a ready smile and a fine sense of humor that made him more than welcome in our midst. Rarely was he at a loss for a word, and the fine vocabulary that he possessed paid dividends in the English class and sent us scurrying to dictionaries more than once. During the Latin hour his concentration on the text evoked varying interpretations, some maintained it was rapture while others pronounced it terror. To see Jim was to meet Tom Green, for they journeyed to and from the Hill together, and spent their leisure time in each other's company. Never one to brag about him- self or his conquests, our Brighton representative did not fail to cultivate the social graces, for many interesting reports reached our ears, and, when we challenged him on that score, his only reaction was an enigmatic grin. Early in our Senior year, jim was elected Class Secretary, but even that spotlight of publicity did not prevent him from disappearing successfully and mysteriously each Friday afternoon. Athletically, Big Jim was a competitor in Football, Hockey and Tennis. Clad in moleskins, he was a most valuable lineman in whose development Harold Field had a share. Because of his versatility he saw service in every game at guard or tackle and, in the Red-Blue game of '46, he stepped into the passing role to get off a beautiful aerial to Jack Cremmen for the only Red score of the day. On skates, the curly-headed Brightonian was a mainstay of the second line for two years and could always be relied upon to keep the pressure on our opponents. Early in his Hockey career he learned the value of persistency when a Bob Murphy pass caromed off Jim's stick and into the net as he was battling staunchly for a vantage point at the enemy cidatel. Under Fr. Aubut's tutelage, he progressed so rapidly that he attained a rating among the Big Four who constituted the School's first Tennis team. At the present writing, is undecided with regard to his collegiate future. Boston College and Harvard have chiefly stirred his interest because he plans on staying close to home. The best of everything to you always, Jim, and may our paths often cross yours! -I 47 1- l THOSETWO D0 EVERYTHING TO GETH ER : Q1-2,3 hi M

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wndtt I Mouszrmxp F'RS'L DAD et 4 'Q is iii? r Q 4+ Er ik 5 J. + jf S 9 ii ifij-1: was nt' EUGENE PAUL PIEROTTI ll ll Science Club 4 Arrow Staff Football 1, 2, 3, 4 Baseball 2 Golf 3, 4 Wellesley Gene is one of the twelve Trojans who enjoy the distinction of having been in our original Freshman group that enrolled at St. Sebastian's in September 1944. Tallest lad in that pioneer aggregation, he could also be termed the mildest, for he was refined, shy and unobtrusive. In the early years, he made his trips to Nonantum Hill in Fr. Hannigan's jet-pgopelled what-not, but more recently he has been the pilot of the celebrated ogpatch beach-wagon, by far the most popular conveyance on the pike. As a student, the red-head revelled in the sciences and he was transported to the seventh heaven when the Science Club was formed. From that point on, Gene spent more time in the laboratory than he did at home and his pride was unlimite when his personally constructed short wave set brought in Norway. Anti-social as far as the opposite sex is concerned, he resolutely refuses to learn to dance and is also extremely careful in selecting his male company for round-table pastimes. Among his friends, Kel, Doc Morley, and Dave Connor are closest to him, although his father still rates as his Number 1 pal. To mention Mr. Pierotti is to evoke memories of the familiar red-shifted lines- man who followed the gridiron play up and down the sidelines, encouraging his son and at the same time keeping the officials on their toes. Gene served as a regular Varsity tackle during his junior and Senior years, and had even won the berth as a Sophomore only to have an appendectomy sideline him for the season. An iron man in the real sense of the wor , he could be relied upon to play every minute of the game and to give everything that he had both on offense and defense. Linemen rarely make the headlines, but our red-headed Hercules deserves a lion's share of the credit for many of the long runs reeled oil by our backs. During the rest of the sports calendar, Gene managed to do a bit of pitching feven with Football cleatsj and to enjoy the exhilaration that went with membership in the Alpine Club. An enthusiastic golfer, he took lessons at Riverside and membership at Woodland, and represented the School in inter- scholastic competition. Fishing also attracted him and he spent many happy hours in quest of finny victims. Villanova and Electrical Engineering are the beacon lights toward which Gene is pointing his career. Steadiness and dependability have always reaped a reward and they will not fail to conduct Gene to the eminence his classmates wish for him. -I 46 j..

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1 WANNA TO N I GMT Go T00 SFIREMEQ BALL F .822 n at - f 4 cowwp, c Q Sv? +51 -5 tx' ff! swf -mssw' ROBERT LEO SULLIVAN ll II -- ll ll Pepsi-Cola Scholarship Representative 4 Football-J.V. 2, Varsity 3, 4 J.V. Basketball 2 Baseball-J.V. 2, Varsity 4 Tennis 4 1 The proverb has it that a prophet is without honor in his own country, but Newton Bob Sullivan has proven an exception to that rule. Making his debut here as a Sophomore, he achieved First Honors in Math that year and followed up his initial triumph by annexing both Chemistry and Math honors as a junior. In recognition of his achievements, his classmates chose him to represent them in the Pepsi-Cola scholarship examinations. Lest it be thought, however, that Sull should be classified as a long-hair , we make haste to add that he cuts quite a figure socially. The Sacred Heart dances find him a faithful attendant and he has even gone so far as to don red suspenders and frolic at the Wellesley Fireman's Ball. In daring moments he has revelled in the attractions of Paragon Park with Tom Murray and gone on raiding expeditions that painted a town red. From the family point of view he is an unusua ly careful driver, is very kind and generous to young brother Dick and gets his licks in by working for his father. Since the defection of his original pals, Pete Mesmer and Tom Murray, from our ranks, he has re-organized his triumvirate to include Ryan and Larry McAuliHe. A rabid sports enthusiast, Bob made his entry into our athletic picture by way of Fr. Keating's J. V.'s and cast aside all prospects of making the headlines by stepping into a lineman's role. After this brief apprenticeship he was graduated to the Varsity in the same capacity and, while he never gained a regular post, he was a versatile and dependable reserve who saw plenty of action. His top perform- ance came in the Lawrence Central game of '47 when he was sent into the fray to stop the end sweeps of the foe. Delighted with his assignment, he roared through four successive times to bring down the carrier and to force the enemy to relinquish the oval. The Hockey season numbered him among the Crystal Lake zealots and on one occasion he found its temperature very frigid. In the Spring Sull took to the diamond as a V. and in later years wielded a racquet wit pleasureable effectiveness. To capitalize on his talents in Math and the sciences, Bob is planning a science course that will prepare him to teach the subjects of which he is so fond. In taking leave of him, we sincerely wish him as many happy days on the other side of the platform as he enjoyed in our ranks. -I 48 1-