Class of 1959

We, the Class of 1959, celebrated our 50th class reunion on April 24 and 25, 2009. This blog is about sharing memories of our class reunions and a long ago life at our Alma Mater's, S.F.X.A. and S.A.H.S. Good memories of days gone by but not forgotten! A gift to my classmates. ~Marian Love Phillips ~







Sunday, November 09, 2008

The Last Roll Call

As we enter Saint Al's most hallowed halls
The chest-swollen seniors answer last roll call.
The first name called is Eddie Bradera
The grid-iron hero and iron-fisted terror.
With slide rule and pencil and chemistry book,
"Here" calls Class Genius, William Cooke.
Joe Crevitt's to be honored for his quick mental skill:
"Don't know the answer now and probably never will."
Jerry Cronin, the lover, was sent to the Brothers';
Hold have married the teacher, if sent to another's.
With supple skill does his sinews employ,
The shot-putting marvel, Frank Ethridge..."Elroy."
Sad parting indeed, no more teachers to harrow,
Farewell William Wayne (called "The Goose") Gargaro.
We'll see more of him if bad luck prevail...
In a hospital bed lying Horrible Hale.
Norbert "T" Johnson's a happy man,
Copies and yak-yaks to beat the band.
Ted Marshall's the owner of royal blood, you know:
Team captain and King of the C.Y.O.
"Melsheimer," whispers J. B. just a-wishing
He won't jump up and start talking "bout fishing.
Pride of the class...we're happy to state
Claude Riddle can vote when he graduates.
Donald Roth, alias Mike Mahoney.
Holds women in general are so much baloney.
Wilbert Seid crossed the sea his knowledge to fatten.
He no sooner learned English when he had to take Latin.
Epitome of Manhood, Exponent of Might.
Don't pick on John Shaughanessy if you choose to fight.
A man with a choice is handsome Ray Terry.
Will it be Brother Ray, or perhaps Mister Mary?
Just one strong wind which is likely to blow
And out of the window Jack O. Wood will go.
Guys, we think you're swell.
May your good luck never cease.
But we can't say how much
With just two lines apiece.

Written by Karl Nichols and Robert Wilkerson
(Who are living in the shadow of the Seniors' glory)
Taken from 1956 Maryon

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