St Xavier High School - Tiger Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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HEHE WE PH YEIJ, ST DIED AND PL YEIJ The Freshman of l947 will pass on into the other three classes: they will meet new class- mates, new Brothers, and run into new people and personalities. But as it is said, first im- pressions are strongest . Those hours and minutes that we spent as Freshmen will live on and be retold many times, as Alumni of Saint Xavier meet and reflect on the times spent as students at the crowning glory of St X, Freshman Hall! New faces will take our places next year in the old classes, but for all of us the Freshman Year of l946-47 will hold many happy memories. The subiect ot this picture will be known only to those in it. The obiect that has the interest ot the Frosh in the picture is being enioyed by them. as only Frosh can enioy something. So, trozen here tor posterity are a few ot the treshmen of St. X in 1947. The Freshman year sped by very fast. At the time we had no conception that we would someday look back and think of that year going fast . The first day we entered Fresh- man Hall, or the Doghouse, we saw a future of hard work, of wasted time, and of great things when we became Seniors. Now we can These freshmen are working at homework as only Frosh who have loads of it, do. They aren't really worried about the amount they have, tor haven't you heard that only geniuses are allowed into St. X. look back and think of the things we should have done. We wish, and at the time we did our best, that we could do it over again and really burn ourselves out on our studies, or possibly go out for more sports sooner, or try to impress others that we knew more than we let on. We went through our first pain of hav-

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string line-up on the l.V. football and basketball toarns. lt's a wonderful body conditioner, climb- ing those steps. The portable was the real cen- tor of activity, any activity of man or nature. When the weather decided to take a dip to- wards zero, the Doghouse seemed to be the cfoldest part of the ampus. Then the boys in iff flew by the doghouse, But Freshmen have the rnost fun of anybody, because they're new and they know it and try to make the most of ii. Wpell, it's overp rny first year at St. X. Whale over happens to ine during the rest of my years here at X rriay be more exciting and more enjoyable, but l'll never forget my Freshman year in the Doghouse. Everyone who has had any connection with the school will know what the Doghouse is. lt holds two frosh classes, usually lA and lB. Students tell scores of storys and tales about the irnmortal institution. 'l'hey say the ink freezes on the cold days and that every tiny breeze shakes its walls. lfvory day at approximately the same time, the heaters spray hot water over the whole roorn. These tales may be hard to believe, but They aro actually true. Even though the Dog- house has its faults, every fellow who has spent a year in it can look back on a group of fun- loving boys having a wonderful time. The well used books and equipment ol the Freshman Year were lamlllar to us all, for we all saw the light ol Xavier over these Gateways to Knowledge . The Frosh members of the Camera Club are. backrow. S. Harp. I. Yann, R. Baumqartel. I. Voor, front row. E. Miller, D. Coen. I. Gerry. and R. Neel. The members ol the Xavler News Stall lrom the Freshman Class are I. Allen. T. Mahoney, T. Schoen, A. Cassidy, and D. Baird. Suspense! The boys from IH are deeply engrossed in the mystery ol the disappearance ol Smoe.

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in nw A Wd ...W V, . 1-47' t vA lbw.,-as-...w-wants -.4 Pick 'em up and lay 'em down, pretty soon that tape'll leaves them lar in the distance in the Shamrock Club's Annual Turkey Day Cross Country Trek. mfg our tecnn lose, and the feeling that some thing was taken out of us because oi the def twat. We could not comprehend why the Brothers blew up when we made some tool- izzh mistake. We had many qay times, too. For hiqh school would not be hiqh school with- out boys, and boys would not be boys without some mischief. We were auilty of throwing those erasers and tons ot chalk. We were the The day's over, c'mon let's get out of here. Alter that last bell rings the occupants ot Freshman Hall disperse like snowllakes in a wind storm. Twenty minutes after nn On your mark, Set! Go! The Freshman members ol the Swimming Team are: from left to right, B. Cooper. H. Harqa- don. I. Buckriegel, T. Hettich, R. Horina, and C. Young. instiqators of those many surreptitous catcalls and sly, witty remarks which kept many ot us aiter school in jury , oh happy place! We were qenuinely airaid when we received our period report cards and thouqht of what our parents would say when they saw the notes. Then aiter that periodic bout with averaqes, we would promise that we would do . . . much he-tier next time. the hall empties, 'tis hard to lind any Freshman unless he has a iob to do on the News, basketball practice or winds up in iug for an hour.