Memories
Order of the paddle
With the memory of B0b McGuire’s feast day coming up… who can recall the bestowing of the “order of the paddle”recieved each year on or around May 13 from 1964 thru 1967.
Fenway Park II
Another part of that no-hitter, was that we all started ‘calling’ to Rocky Colavito, of the Indians. Every time he looked our way, we all started yelling, “Hey Rocky”, and other remarks. I believe it made him a bit self-conscious. After the game, when the team was getting on the bus, Dick Urda tried to get his autograph {“for me, Rocky, for me!”). Rocky refused, and said, “I hate kids!”.
Gary Zielinski
Maintain your cool
In the fall of 1965, I was a freshman on a Dish team captained by Al Stark. He would encourage our efficiency by yelling, “let’s go”, on a continual basis. We, in return, would yell back, “maintain your cool, Al!”.
Gary Zielinski
Budweiser Lane
I believe that it was in the fall of 1966. It was a Sunday afternoon, and a bunch of us sophomores were taking a hike along the local streets, led by Brother Eugene. I remember myself, Joe Agrusa, Tom Taylor, Kevin Helrich, Steve Maloney, and others were on this ‘trek’. We’d hiked south on Kemble street, across Rte. 7, and kept going towards Lee. On the way back, Tom noticed a full can of Bud, laying on the side of the road. We were all enthralled by this discovery. He popped the top, to ensure that the can was not tampered with( he spilled a bit in doing so, which torqed us off at him!). We immediately came to the consensus that we had to sample this unexpected blessiing. Brother Eugene took the first draw(for quality control purposes, of course), and then we all had a taste! Wow, what a neat hike! But then, as we approached the Seminary driveway, we saw the student body marching up the road, reciting the rosary. Obviously, we did not realize what the schedule of events entailed for that afternoon. We all offered to carry Brother Eugene up the driveway, saying that he twisted his ankle, as a reason for being late. He refused at first, but halfway considered it, as we got closer to the school. so, we walked up the driveway, as the rest of the school marched down, reciting the Rosary. Brother Eugene went up to Father Krah to give his explanation, and Krah gave him a WITHERING look. we were told to go up to the dorm and change for supper.
Gary Zielinski
No hitter at Fenway Park
Every fall the entire school went on an outing. In 1966 on September 9, the entire school went to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox play the Indians. Back in those days baseball games still were played in the afternoon. It was a beautiful fall day and the game was not well attnded. In additon to us, there were groups from old age homes and homes for the disabled. On that day Dave Morehead of the Red Sox pitched a no hitter against Cleveland. It was the last no hitter pitched at Fenway. Our cheering dominated the stadium to the extent that we were mentioned in one of the Boston papers.
Hot pepper
once upon a time their was this student whose name will remain anonymous for protection purposes walked into the kitchen while the humble nuns were taking a break. This student seeing a gallon can of U.S choice crushed Red Pepper decided to open the can and dump the highly flammable tongue burner into a large pot of red sauce. well hours of cooking have come to a completion. The dinner hour has arrived. Father mike sitting at the head table the students lining up getting seated and about to pray. Father mike invokes the blessing for the meal. prayer is completed the time is at hand within seconds their was a mad rush to the milk machine Father mike (in the Heat of the moment ) struck the prefectory table with his arm the dishes went flying After he finished guzzling a pitcher of water, he stood up and proclaimed in that strong russian enthusiasim that the entire school will be on T.A.D untill the culprit comes to his office. After one whole week of murmuring among the students as to the speculation of who it could be. This particular student whose identity is being withheld being well versed in Canon Law decided the office would not be the safe haven to communicate his foolishness went directly to the confessional booth. where what was mentioned never leaves the grand solemnnity and confines of that 4 by 4 room of sanctuary between God and the priest. That person confessed his venial sin in hope to appeal to a higher authority for forgiveness and to free the innocent from the false charge against them ( the student body) Well the penance here it is The COURTYARD it was a brisk september but the punishment for that heinous crime was to rake up every last leave before the snow fell. I am sure that after the numberous weekends of free time gone someone might have realized that the young man raking was the very young man that set aflame many a tongues. so much for that charismatic moment in Bellefontaine
Vivat cor Jesu
It was the feast of St. Catherine of Sienna 1966, when the voice of Jim Pezzulo broke the usually quiet breakfast time, with his personal celebration of this Italian Saint. I don’t think Tony Bruder saw the humor of the event.
Tim Revers and St. Patrick's Day
On St. Patrick’s day in 1964 senior Tim Revers was doing morning work when his fellow seniors asked him where was his green. Revers lifted his pant legs to reveal orange socks. His classmates tied him to a chair in the old basement and painted him with green paint, then took pictures of him decked out in his green.
Klipp and Fr. Lanphier
In my freshman year (1963) Fr. J. David Lanphier taught fresman English and junior Civics. It was his custom often to read homework assignments and return them without a grade. One day he was walking by the study hall and he told junior Glenn Klipp that he would be a little late for the civics class. He handed Glenn a pile of homework papers and told him to pass them out at the start of class. Of course, there were no grades on the papers, so Glenn put a 65 on each paper, except for the 98 which he put on his own. When Fr. Lanphier arrived at class there were a lot of questions about the grades. He soon straightend out the misunderstanding and everyone laughed at Glenn’s joke. At the end of class Fr. Lanphier announced that they would have a test on chapter 6 the next day. On the next day everyone got a test paper which instructed them to just start writing something on the paper like they knew what they were doing. Everyone got that paper except Glenn Klipp. On his “test” paper there were questions that had nothing to do with chapter 6. When he looked around the room he saw all his classmates writing busily, so he figured that somehow he had studied the wrong material and would just be unable to pass the test. In the end Glenn was let in on the joke and Fr. Lanphier had the final laugh.
Chipping brick
When I went to Bellefontaine in 1963 between the gate house and the main house were the stables, complete with upstairs living quarters for the head groom and his family. The stable was a large brick building. It was knocked down at the beginning of the 1964 school year. The fathers had decided to build a large utility building in the back. For months several of us, including Hugh Carty the son of a bricklayer, would go out to the pile of old bricks from the stable and spend the entire work period chipping mortar off the bricks. These reclaimed bricks were used to make the back wall of the utility building which is still standing today.
