Choir room

Debra Link in the art room

Roxanne Hart and Steve Lowe

Nick Motu and the Movie Star. His Brother Mitch and his Mom’s Fudge.* After our suicide march in Winnipeg (see Anne Mohrbacher) we were back at the hotel stripping our wool and drinking mass quantities when the word came through: Fred MacMurray is checking in. Nick Motu runs down to his room, breaks out his sax and begins to sound out the melody to the My Three Sons TV theme. It was pretty well known that MacMurray played the sax and of course the saxophone has the melody in the theme.* So along comes Mr. and Mrs. MacMurray, and a dozen band members stop him in the hall thrusting pen and paper at a man obviously dead tired. His wife provided the smile while Fred signed paper after multiplying paper for kids who grew up watching the world’s most famous single parent bring up three kids on TV.* At some point I went down the hall to see how Nick was doing with the melody. He had the doo doo doo dooooooo down and was working out the trill.* As Fred MacMurray passes Nick’s open door he says, ‘oh they got a saxophone in there.’ He asked to be allowed to go on, and Mr. and Mrs. MacMurray disappeared into their room.* Mitch Motu and Fudge Stops* Nick and his Brother Mitch were both first rate players. Mitch, class of ’72, played the trombone. Earlier in the year I heard Mitch play before the state jury. He was awarded a star rating. He and I were on the cross-country, and track teams, and near the end of our long training runs, a group of us, Mitch, Frank Spicka, Nick Rodriguez, and John Custridge, would have a Fudge Stop. That is on those days Mrs. Motu had fudge ready. It became kind of a tradition. Wonder if Mitch has the recipe? * Mrs. Motu’s Fudge: sounds like a trademark.

Anne Mohrbacher Marches On.* In June of ’72 South St. Paul’s band under our energetic conductor Mr. Dave Haugen rode an air-conditioned bus to Winnipeg, Manitoba to take part in a big Concert and Marching band competition.* We’d marched in several parades that spring, but the Winnipeg course was the longest. And hottest. I’m telling you: We wore wool uniforms meant for football games. About halfway along kids started dropping out, a clarinet here, trumpet there, our ranks thinned to maybe forty percent by the time the band turned into the parking lot, where I saw Anne hand off her baritone horn to another girl before she went down like a sack. Other folks rushed in full of concern, but I swelled with admiration for the way she finished the march, saved her horn, and let her body take the fall. That’s just like a good catholic kid trained by the Sisters of St. Casimir. Anne and I came up through the St. John Vianney school of strict and corporal discipline. Anne was the smart kid in the class, and the good Sisters obviously favored her. But none of us classmates held it against her. Kid can’t help she’s smart.* I know she recovered because the next June we were together in cap and gown shuffling towards our diplomas talking about one thing and another on our last day of high school. I was one step behind Anne filing into that hall of destiny and haven’t seen her since. Hope she’s keeping cool. If I knew where she was I’d send her a gift certificate for an iced tea.

Roger Rothstein and the Big Game My favorite memory of my oldest friend in the world is watching him score two goals in the game that sent Kaposia to the 1972 State Tournament. I was there clapping cymbals every time SSP scored a goal. We played the fight song a lot that winter. That was the year of Warney Miller, Bill Rhody and company. So Roger slaps one in and we northend kids went, ‘Yeah! Alright, that’s our boy.’ The North End, to be clear, is that piece of town separated from the other 4/5 by Simon’s Ravine. Sheep were still grazing near the top of Butler avenue, Brotzler’s Truck Farm was still operating next door to Wilson School and those Brotzler acres were adjacent to all that open land that was not yet the Lafayette Highway. In ’72 Roger was our only representative to SSP’s favorite sport, and I think as a Junior he played second line. But hey, the kid knew his Mom was in the seats and a sister too, and my Dad and sister and a bunch more Northenders, and we’d hardly lost our grins when he slaps in another one! This time the North End contingent went nuclear! Everybody started claiming special intimacy. “I eat lunch with that guy,” “I ride in his car.” The girls were competing, “I’m his first kiss,” “No I’m his first kiss!” My Kaposia band uniform gave me a backstage pass. Rhody was there slapping old Steiner’s back, and I was like, “way to hold up the North End buddy.” The State Tournament was held in the North Star’s Arena where I think we finished third. We always had a great hockey team. Tim Cashman

Class of ‘73 5 Year Reunion? Lynn Bartl, Mary Vujovich, Amy Hanson

Pile up. Marty Hirte, Rich Beaudette, Bill Patrick, Wayne Newhouse, Jim Bernier

Leanne Turnblom and Wayne Newhouse.

After football in the snow

This made me think of Mark Virkus — I’m sure it was taken at his house: Christy Corbett, Lynn Bartl, Rich Beaudette, Wayne Newhouse, Amy Hanson, Bill Patrick

French Club trip to New Orleans our Jr. year: Chris Corbett, Sue Strilzuk, Michelle Brown, Leigh Ann St. Peter

Leigh Ann St. Peter, Amy Hanson, Mary Lee, Greg Stebner

The ever sophisticated Cindy Dolby doing whatever one does in a library.

Members of the band: Nick Motu, Jim Riechstadt, Jim Bernier, Steve ?, Amy Hanson, Greg Stebner, Roxanne Hart, Jeff Freire

50’s Dance. ? , Jim Reichstadt and Steve Gorman

After the 1950’s Assembly: Wayne Newhouse, Amy Hanson, Lynn Bartl, Bill Patrick

I believe this was taken in either 1966 or 1967 when the Campfire girls celebrated turning 57. We presented Governor Levander with a birthday cake. Mrs. Hart and Mrs. Gould were the leaders of our troop.

Lincoln school 6th grade class with Mrs. Pepper.

First Communion at St. John Vianney

1st grade Lincoln Elementary Miss Nearing teacher

Last page of Commencement program

1st page from our Commencement program

Clip from the Sun Newspaper

Thanks for the great time Shelly!

Tickets to Commencement Exercises

Sporlic Royalty

Home Coming Queens

Wrestling Team

Swim Team

Soccer Team

Mean Gene

Football Coach Steve S.

Packer Football Team

Debate Team

Cross Country Team

B-Ball Team

Look at the Class Size we had.

Packers Home Coming

Home Coming,  Who is this ?

Doug Woog

Wild Bill Hickok

Way Wicks

Miss D. Spanish

Carl Lehman

Part of Kaposia Hi-Times Staff

Bob Wasko

Ushers Club

Denny Tetu

Hockey Team

Hockey Seniors

French Club

Choir