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VOLUME 7 ISSUE 1            50 YEAR CLUB NEWSLETTER          PAGE 5

Ed Kelleher (continued from page 4)                 Marilyn Manuzak Spak

Go figure. Two Wheeling alumni burning up the phone Academic excellence. That is what came to mind when I
lines between Guam and Tokyo. What are the odds?            was asked to share my thoughts. That excellence began to
I explained to George that I was just about to jump ship at take form in Father Krieger's Fine Arts classes. So much
The Japan Times and head across town to The Daily           so that when I am asked how I know so much about the
Yomiuri, another English-language newspaper but one subject, my response is always “I had The Best Fine Arts
that offered about twice the salary I was making. That, Teacher in The World". Also, how can I not forget Fr.
coupled with family considerations, meant it wasn’t a Laut's Shakespeare's classes? A minimum of 20 hours of
good time for a move to Guam.                               study was required for an A with three hours of trivia
                                                            seminars with classmates. Last but certainly not least was
Long story short, we set up a stringer arrangements where   all the required philosophy classes with the favored five
I would write free-lance pieces with a Japan-Guam hook      hours of Metaphysics at eight A.M. Rounding out the
and feed them to the Pacific Daily News.                    philosophy fun was the orals in Junior and Senior year.

Fifteen months later George dangled a job that was more
enticing than the original offer, and we packed up and
headed to that Pacific island that bills itself as “Where   In my sophomore year President Kennedy was killed. I
America’s Day Begins.”                                      was in Father O'Brien's Logic class when an upperclass-
                                                            man interrupted with the news. At the end of that year a
                                                            few of us took off to Mexico to study at the University
Pause here for a digression. Enter Jon Reed Donnelly, a     Ibero Americana to take a class offered by Fr. Hender-
Wheeling classmate who had made ends meet for his           son.
young family (bride: classmate Sandra Wunderlich) dur-
ing his college years by working downtown at the Wheel-
ing Intelligencer. After graduation, Jon was hired as a
newsroom staffer for The Richmond News Leader in my         In my Junior year ten of us returned to campus to discov-
hometown of Richmond, VA.                                   er that we were assigned to off campus housing. A house
                                                            we affectionately referred to as 'the outhouse'. Aptly
In addition to his editing duties, Jon created a niche for named because the house in front of ours was so much
himself as the newspaper’s aviation writer, which carried nicer and inhabited by sophomores. In the winter we dis-
some perks (an early trans-Atlantic ride on the brand new   covered that we did not need to refrigerate our food be-
Concorde, etc.) Under the pretext of aviation research,     cause when left out on the counter overnight it developed
Jon finagled a flight to Tokyo, and then worked out a side  frost crystals. We all would be sure to be at the house
trip to Guam, where he popped in unannounced in fall        when the 'Laugh In' show came on the TV.
                                                            On one especially cold week our house temperature in
1975. So there we were – George, Jon and myself, all
veterans of The Spokesman staff – hanging out together the warmest room was not above 56 degrees. The furnace
in the far Pacific.                                         ran nonstop but to no avail. We complained and the Dean
                                                            of Women offered her house. We put our mattresses in
Jon later alerted me to some impending job openings at the warm 56 degree room rather than go to the Dean's
the News Leader, and by 1977 I was back in Virginia house.
working at that paper. At one point Jon was state editor,
and I was one of his reporters. Later on, when he moved
on into the world of emergency services, I moved into the   Apparently we were rewarded in our senior year by being
spot he was vacating – associate city editor.               housed in the newly constructed apartments. My suite
                                                            mates were great. They did ask me in a very polite way to
I stayed in the news business, Jon became a pioneer in notify them when I had to type one of many English pa-
emergency services regional cooperation, and he and I pers so that they could be sure to make themselves
remained fast friends until his death in January 2015.      scarce. Typing not my strong suit. Just when we thought

George Blake (Class of ’67) meanwhile had parlayed suc-     all of the testing was finished, we were rewarded with
cessful stints at a number of Gannett-owned newspapers      days of Grad Records. We took all areas. Some were seen
to become executive editor and vice president of the Cin-   to put their heads down or draw patterns when not being
cinnati Enquirer. He later became an executive in the       tested in their major.

fields of public relations and finance.

All of which goes to show that no matter how small WJU      A pseudo academic requirement was learning to play
might be in student population, the relationships made      Bridge. Rare was the person who could walk through the
there often tend to reach into far-off places and have a    snack bar and not be asked to be a fourth for someone
lasting impact.                                             who needed to go to class.
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