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Class of 1966 Memories—(Charles Hayes Continued)

Once our classmate, Mike Repp, got a chance to spend the night at the girls dorm, rather in front of the girls dorm
tied up on a bench in his altogether (underwear). We never asked him afterwards and over the years whether such
an intimate approach to the girls improved his dating frequency or not.
On a serious note, M’liz Sheridan and I spent an evening with Tom Regan a couple of days before his departure
to Viet Nam. I’ll never forget the end: “well this is it; you’ll never see me again because I know I won’t be com-
ing back” We thought it was the Iron City talking. No, it was Tom and he knew what awaited him. May God Rest
his soul!
Lou Kaufman was running for class President. He asked me to make up signs for the campaign while he was
away on retreat. I did a pretty good job but on the back of each sign I scribbled things like “LOU IS GOOD-
VOTE FOR LOU” and a whole bunch of stupid such “calls for votes” Lou got back and asked to see my work, I
showed him and they haven’t yet invented the word for his utter despair.

Memories From Betsy Maloney Spitler

I first met Fr. G. Gordon Henderson on City Line Avenue in front of St. Joseph’s College in the fall of 1961. It
was break time between the entrance examination for Wheeling College. He was pacing up and down in front of
the Gothic entrance to St. Joe’s.( I was familiar with St. Joe’s because my father was a full time day student from
1951 to 1955 when he graduated.)
I was nervous, fearful that I would not pass the exam and Fr Henderson must have picked up the agitation I was
experiencing. With a few well-placed words he eased my fears and I went back into the classroom and gave it my
all. Luckily I passed and the next time I met with Fr. Henderson was at Wheeling in March of 1962. My parents
and I were there for a “look see” of the campus and meet with the counselor-Fr. Henderson. Father had a student
give me a tour of campus while he spoke with my parents then he interviewed me. I must have said the correct
things because I was admitted to the class of 1966. This was shaky because I was not a sterling academic individ-
ual. Learning came hard for me and I had another handicap if you will. My father had promised me only one year
as a trial. He firmly believed that educating me would be a waste because I would end up married with children
and not use my education. We also did not have the extra money; we were just above the poverty level.
Throughout that first year Fr. would generally ask me how it was going and I would respond “Ok or fine”. He
would look me in the eye to see if I was being truthful or not. If not, he would give me some encouraging words
and I would continue with a lighter heart.
Of course I was struggling to keep my head above water and gar ner a decent QPA. I thought I was meet-
ing all the markers when suddenly my parents showed up to talk to Father Henderson. Disaster! My father was
going to pull me out of school either for the grades or money. You see I had a younger brother who was mentally
challenged with some physical problems and both parents worked to keep him at a facility.
Well I ended up finishing Wheeling with my class because Fr. Henderson in that interview told my father that my
education would never be wasted. I would use every bit of knowledge and experiences from college in my jobs
and life experiences. So I owe Fr. Henderson a lot for convincing my father to let me continue at Wheeling and in
my senior year he taught me to appreciate Scotch.

The Long Reach of WJU—Ed Kelleher

The year was 1974. The place, Tokyo, Japan.
Eight years earlier I had graduated from what was then Wheeling College, spent four years in Uncle Sam’s Air
Force and a few more years studying, teaching and then newspapering in Tokyo. I was newly married and had
been working on the copy desk of The Japan Times for about a year.
The copy desk phone rang. It was for me. A fellow named George. I strained to recall if I had met anybody by
the name of George recently – maybe in a darts tournament at a British-style pub? Maybe not. The caller went
on. “It’s George Blake, from Wheeling College, a year behind you. I’ve just taken over as managing editor of
the Pacific Daily News here in Guam, and I came across your name when I was going through the files. Want a
job?” (Continued) on next page)
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