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Wildest thing that happened
Our skipping class for V-E Day. Practice marching for the parades (School roof and then to and from Bellevue with the local characters marching with us.)Margaret Speirs '48
Sister Augustine whacking me on the back of my head when she caught me eating a sandwich during class and Joe Mahony who was sitting in front of me got egg salad all over him.
Milo Papp '51
While on Bear Mountain class trip in 1951, we climbed mountain and on the way down Sal Tobacco fell and wound up receiving many stitches on chin. We still talk about this at our reunions held every five years.
Joan (McCarthy) Suozzo '54
Cookie Willis giving ashes (with cigarette ashes) in the girls bathroom to all the girls who skipped out of Mass on Ash Wednesday!
Karen DiCarlo (DeAngelo) '75
Laid my head down on the desk to take a nap in government class, but I sat in the front row and the teacher banged his hand on my desk. What a wake up call!
Daisy Toro (Lizardi) '77
 I scribbled on a picture of Mr. Kealy in my year book and he saw it. I wanted to die. Cutting out for most of my senior year and spending it in the Coffee Shoppe.....then still graduating with a Regents diploma.
Sheila Sabbagh Wessenberg '76
One day after lunch, we were in Sister Marionette's classroom -- she hadn't arrived yet -- and the boys were throwing Angela Troiani's book around the room. As luck would have it, the window was open and the book sailed out landing on the head of a policeman who happened to be passing by. We were all involved in our class, when this policeman appeared at the door. Sister Marionette never had a redder complexion and, of course, it was hot that day too!
Carol Duke Kennedy '56
 Who put the cow's eye in Pat Bellantoni's bugle? Who tied Pat to the cross on the school roof? Try tracing the initials DL class of '56
Frank M. Coppola '56
Here's a sentiment felt by many . . . I graduated!!! With Honors!!
Tara (Planken) Tuffy '78
Standing in the shower at Madison Square Boys club when a bunch of girls walked in...
Frank Zagarino '67
The time when we put Mr. Bergen's VW up on the sidewalk, Boy did we catch HELL!!!!!! We almost shut the entire school down for a couple of days, as they waited for the culprits to admit their guilt.
Joseph Monteleone '61
In my senior year getting caught in the Tavern on the corner wearing the Uniform! Ooops!!! Thought my Mom was gonna to kill me!!
Richard Valenti '68
 My last day in Italian 1 with Father Zicarelli. He had to do a funeral Mass and came to class dress in his black suit and black shoes. The only thing he forgot to finish polishing them, as we kids killed the Italian language he would touch his shoes and then his face. His face became black and I no longer could hold my clam. Breaking up the next thing I know to the principle's office. Out of school again. Sister Herberta comes again to the rescue again. Also the day half the boys cut school to see the Giants and the Dodgers play off game.
Kevin Gillooly '53
I can remember Sister Karen pulling my tie in Freshman year and it coming off in her hand. (Remember clip on ties.) Also remember beating the upper classman in basketball intramurals as Sophomores. Where have you gone Mel T, Ronald Thomas, Louie M, Ronald Train and me. The starting five.
Joe "Sav" Savio '72
The wildest thought was in Mr. Irving's English class when one of my friend was writing a love letter to her boyfriend. Mr. Irving caught her and he asked her for the letter and she refused so she ate the letter. He gave her detention for the whole school year ad then he just sat down to laugh
Yvette Reyes (Mousey)
 Several things are "popping out" of this ol' brain. Father Zicarelli taught Italian to a bunch of us and always would read the Il Progresso (Italian newspaper) after he gave us an assignment. He would sit on the desk. Indian style! One day, I think it was Bob O'Connor made a hole in the second page of the paper so when Father opened it he stuck his head out. I was seated right in front of his desk and got hysterical when his head popped out of the newspaper. He didn't think it was funny but everyone else did.
Anastasia "Ann" Kush '53
Bus ride and basketball game at Salesian HS in New Rochelle, Junior Year. We visited the liquor store on 34th Street before the bus left, drank too much, won the game anyway and got nailed by Sister Basil on Monday. Thought we'd all get kicked out. Thank God we didn't, I guess there was just too many of us to kick out at one time. Fell in love for the first time on the bus ride home. Jim Ward '65
The teachers strike in the fall of my freshman year! The teachers were out on the picket line and we were inside with subs. I had an incident where I cursed at the sub in the French class and she made me write the word 100 times. She later came back as our full time French teacher, Ms. Panepento!
Kari McAniff '75
To unsettle a new, very young male teacher, Sheila Sabbagh talked several of us into sitting through a science class with our uniform blouses completely unbuttoned. (Relax, not pulled open.)
Dina Cusati '76
When Edna was copying the Algebra answers from my test, we got caught by the teacher and both failed that test.
Manuela Garcia '77
Several boys were caught smoking pot in the church basement...it was A VERY BIG DEAL to Mr. Finnan, the principal, and heads rolled!
Monica (Dunn) Caruso '74
 Going to a varsity basketball game in Staten Island. Took the ferry during a huge fog on the bay. No radar on the ferry only a lookout. Finally got to the game 4hrs late. Played and won, got home at 2 a.m. and got killed by parents.
Dennis Byrne '63
Patti Ann Urban coming to school in a ski cap 'cause her mom cut ALL her hair off when she saw a hickey on Patti Ann's neck!!!
Vicki Vallen Todaro '68
Everything about Europe was wild. The price was only about $370.00 for two weeks (My life's savings, honest). We kept Mr. Finnan, Ms. Exharhos and Mr. Mello busy. I don't think they had a relaxing vacation. I won't to go into details, but they were always counting us.
Cathy McArthur '72
It was January 12, 1977. Eileen and I decided to skip Mr. Kealy's English class. Big mistake. We stayed in the girls' bathroom carrying on. The next thing we knew, it was Mr. Emanuele's secretary was telling us to get "OUT" & ordered us to Mr. Emanuele's office. Of course we were suspended until a parent came in. My reasoning: It was my Birthday!!
Sylvia P. Macias '77
 The blizzards we had each year in the month of February. Getting on the #7 train in Sunnyside Queens. Taking almost an hour and a half to get to school (a normal trip was half an hour), only to find that the school called into the board of ed that it was a snow day. Talk about a wasted day off. Michael Brennan '81
Its hard to just mention one memory, so I will mention a few! All of the sports . . . Chasing Susan Mack for four years! Getting caught in the alley by Mr. Finnan. Bowling . . . Student council meetings . . . Chasing Susan Mack . . . The park . . . Rat, Kenny, Big Joe, George, Joey A, Matt . . . and, of course "Dead Puppies" . . . and did I mention, chasing Susan Mack for four years?
Joe Battaglia '79
When Ricky Bit Me. The IHS Webmasters usually don't ask . . . on second thought we won't. IHS has some strange going ons.
Valerie Arencibia (Caballero) '85
Freshmen year, intramural basketball. I think we lost every game; but gave St. Jeans' the fight of their lives in the locker room. Even Mary B was in on the action! Frances Lacorazza '75
While on our annual boat ride to Bear Mountain, Sal Tobacco fell down the mountain and required numerous stitches to his chin. This always comes up at our reunions.
Joan McCarthy Suozzo '54
I remember one class prank at Bear Mountain when Gary, Mike, and George hired the seaplane. I remember we thought they were rebels but got caught by the nuns anyhow! HA! HA!
Dennis Byrne '63
I wouldn't say it was wild . . . but then again . . . maybe it was on the wild side a just little. I remember going to Mr. Ricarrdi's sex education class and tossing big balls of paper across the room. The fun we had and the uncontrollable laughter. Mr. Ricarrdi had a habit of taking off his glasses and closing his eyes with his face toward the ceiling when he was deep in thought (with the lesson he was trying to convey to us). All we were interested in was waiting for him to close his eyes so we could sail tons of paper bombs to the opposite side of the room then trying to quickly duck so we didn't get hit with a returning paper bomb. It seems so stupid now . . . but back then it was wild fun.
DeeDee Brennan '83
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