Dear Editor: Anxious was my feeling as I boarded the JJ train at the 102nd Street station, Richmond Hill, that morning in 1967 en route to the Myrtle Avenue stop of the old St. John’s Prep on Lewis Avenue.
We freshmen were gathered in the hall outside the school library talking to the head librarian, Mr. Pine, while a figure of Mary, the Mother of God, loomed above us. Hurriedly we went to classes as the bell rang, and met our best friends, our teachers:
“A friend who taught me right from wrong and weak from strong/That’s a lot to learn, but what can I give you in return?” – “To Sir, With Love” by Black/London.
In English class, Mr. Casey loved baseball motifs during his lessons, shouting “Ball one, two, three, four,” and “Strike one, two, three” in response to his questions on Silas Marner, while Mr. (now Father) Prior read a stimulating, short essay of Hemingway’s “The Old Man and the Sea.”
Mr. Morris, in algebra, explained every algebraic process with precision and clarity, as he was inspirational in the art and science of mathematics. As an examination neared the time limit, he would forcefully say, “When the bell rings, you are to drop your pens as if they were hot coals!”
And that fine gentleman geometer in a suave bow tie, Mr. Reed, just loved his tests to be from the New York State Regents examinations appended to Isidore Dressler’s text.
In social studies, Mr. Moran, canvassed the great world civilizations of India, China, Egypt, Mesopotamia, Greece and Rome in a most lively manner. Father Dillon’s delight in European history was asking, “Tell me something . . . of the Renaissance . . . of William of Orange . . .,” as a student stood up besides his desk when responding. Or else Father would shout out, “Get Up!”
“Herr Manago . . .,” shouted Mr. Kuebel in German class as he began speaking only in German during the first day of classes, while I prodded my German classmates to translate what he was saying to me! It was surely a baptism of fire for non-German speakers.
And in religion, we had a dynamic social consciousness fostered by Fathers Cooney, C.M., and Krafinski, C.M., through film and music criticism, and political debates grounded in Catholic theology. Father Cooney felt that the Beatles’ song, “The Fool on the Hill,” spoke of Jesus Christ and His faithful.
Gymnasium was tripartite: on the court in the gym, or outdoor Carey Field, or in the swimming pool. One cannot forget Mr. Cunneen’s shouts of “I’ll do the counting!” as well as the great Herb Hess, athletic director.
And last, but not least, were our fine headmasters, Fathers Donovan, C.M., and Daly, C.M., and warm counselors, Fathers Grass, C.M., and Braitmeyer, C.M.
“If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters
“That would soar a thousand feet high, ‘To Sir, With Love.’”
JOSEPH N. MANAGO
Flushing
Editor’s Note: Joseph N. Manago was valedictorian of the St. John’s Prep Class of 1971.
Well said Joe
An inspiring description of days gone by; it certainly brings back memories. I graduated the year after you , God bless
Angelo Minerva
St john’s prep 1972
Class of ‘69. You have the bases well covered. Knew them all. But so many others. Mr. Long, Mr. Kane, Fr. Demott, Fr. Finn, Fr. Gauches, and of course Mr. Goetz for Bio. Enjoyed your letter very much. Thanks.
I recently called Father Daly in Philadelphia only to learn he passed two weeks prior to my call. I had called him at the beginning of the pandemic and spoke to him for a few minutes and he told me he was doing fine. Rest In Peace dear headmaster and friend to all of us, you will be missed and always be in our thoughts and prayers.
Class of ’66. I keep in touch with Father Trzecieski who is in Philadelphia. Both Tom Kane and Joe Ford left the priesthood in the late 60’s, raised families and good careers. Tom Kane wrote a book “Good Church, Bad Church” that documents his struggle of priesthood and the issues inside the church. Both passed away several years ago.