Sunday, April 21, 2024

The Road From McBride to Malta

Don't let it be forgot 
that once there was a spot 
for one brief shining moment 
that was known as Camelot.*

This is one of several occasional articles on McBride High School: its history, its students, and its impact on the St. Louis area and beyond. This article explores the McBride name, and what it may mean to its alum, its family ancestors, and even to someone from our namesake's hometown Butler, Pa. And remember, everything published here is exactly as it happened, even if it's not absolutely true. Enjoy. Richard 'Dik' Ganahl, PhD, Class 1969 

AUTHOR’s NOTE: What's in a name? For example, the name Wm. Cullen McBride? For some time I've been fascinated by this question as it relates to our revered McBride High School. Do those born as a McBride still celebrate, or remember, their illustrious ancestor? And how about someone from his hometown Butler, Pa? 

PLEASE NOTE: The photographs of the McBride Mausoleum by Richard and Dennis Ganahl. Click on a picture to enlarge then click on the small X in the top right corner to return to the story.                                                                                                      

On first thought it’s hard to imagine a road from our alma mater McBride High School leading directly to the island of Malta and its Sovereign Military Order of Malta. Afterall, it would take at least 33.5 hours, two stops and an overnight layover to travel by airplane the 5,389 miles separating the two places via a 5.30 pm flight from St. Louis on a balmy fall evening.  

If my calculations are correct, the McBride-Malta connection is direct, and alive. But, before we jump to our story’s conclusion, let’s start at its beginning, at the McBride Family Mausoleum in Calvary Catholic Cemetery, Section 018, Lot 0261. The elegantly imposing McBride Mausoleum conveys in granite with its 20 fluted columns the financial fortitude of the country’s largest oil producer and our high school’s namesake at the time of his death.

Calvary Cemetery records seventeen McBride family members interred in the mausoleum beginning on May 7, 1917, and extending to Oct. 29, 1984. These family members include the McBride patriarch William Cullen McBride (1859-1917), his wife Katharine Mangan McBride (1864-1924), their four daughters in birth order Ellen (1888-1937), Laura (1891-1933), Kathleen (1892-1952), and Dorothy (1901-1959), at least the first husband of all four daughters, and seven children-five, listed as ‘infant.’

Various accounts of the patriarch’s last several months say he and his wife moved in Feb. 1917 to a recently purchased house next to their daughter Kathleen (daughter No. 3) in Pasadena, Ca. to help nurse her ailing husband Lacy Love who died soon after the senior couple’s arrival. Senior McBride suffered a slight stroke 10 days after his arrival, slowly recuperating over the next two months. The couple was planning to return to St. Louis when Mr. McBride ‘suffered a relapse on May 16 and never recovered.  

Mrs. McBride, and three daughters Ellen, Kathleen Love, and Dorothy were with him at his death on May 21. His ‘exact’ cause of death was listed as ‘chronic nephritis, aggravated by uraemic poisoning’. The family members traveled for more than three days with his body to St. Louis in a ‘private car Colonial’. Mr. McBride’s funeral was on May 26, nineteen days after the burial of Kathleen’s husband Lacy Love. 

By all accounts Mr. McBride’s burial was grandiose. The funeral services were officiated by Archbishop of St. Louis Msgr. John J. Glennon with the assistance of three other priests in the New Cathedral, at the magnificent marble altar and the baldacchino underwritten by a $100,000 gift from the McBride family made in Oct. 1913 (See McBride Mania March 2016). 

The funeral’s honorary pall bearers numbered 68 nationally prominent bankers, mercantilists, and oil industrialists from Pittsburgh, Chicago, Philadelphia, and other major cities including August A. Busch and Edward Mallinckrodt of St. Louis. 

Kevin Checkett (Class of 1969) shared in an email, "My grandmother told me that McBride's funeral cortege came by the school and all the boys stood on the curb in honour of our benefactor." 

His wife Mrs. Katharine Mangan McBride was born in 1864 in Chautauqua, NY, and the couple married in 1886. They moved to St. Louis from Pittsburg, Pa. in 1909 as Mr. McBride’s extensive oil interests increased in Texas and Oklahoma. She outlived her husband by seven years. Admirably, she continued the family’s tradition of substantial financial support to Catholic philanthropies including a $25,000 check on January 1921 to the Endowment Fund Committee of St. Louis University, “putting herself at the head of the women donors…to raise a $3 million endowment,” according to a newspaper report.  

Most significantly, her announcement on June 1921 of a $250,000 gift ($4.7 million in 2024 dollars) in her and her daughters’ name in the memory of her husband for a Catholic boys’ high school on Kingshighway ‘three blocks north of Easton Avenue” resonates still to this day through the history of McBride High School and its illustrious alumni. 

Mrs. McBride “died at 6 a.m. on Aug. 13, 1924, at the family residence at 29 Washington Terrace,” surrounded by her four daughters and their husbands after an “illness of about a year” (See McBride Mania March 2015). The news story continues the 62-year-old Mrs. McBride’s death was, “due to lung disease complications and was not unexpected.” Apparently, she was in, “failing health for more than a year…and became acutely ill a few weeks ago.”

Estate Was Left to the Family 

At his death, Mr. McBride was described as, “a very forceful character and a good fighter for his rights and the rights of others…he was alert and active and never a figurehead…(and) left no doubt as to his meaning (and) once his word was given it was never broken.” His business acumen certainly shaped his devotion to caring for his family after his death. 

Four years before his death he detailed his plans for succession in a letter to his second-born daughter Laura McBride Mahaffey through the creation of the Delk Investment Corporation (DELK: named after the first letter in the names of the McBride daughters). He conveyed all his property to DELK and directed it be managed by a board of directors including himself, Mrs. McBride, and his four daughters. 

At the time of his death at the age of 58-years-old in 1917 Mr. McBride was the largest independent oil producer in the USA, and left an estate conservatively valued at more than $10,000,000 or $264.5 million in today’s dollars. Newspaper reports at the time of Mrs. McBride’s death said, “Mr. McBride directed his estate…be left in a trust…(that) should continue until 21 years after the death of the last of the daughters…for the benefit of the daughters and direct heirs.”  

The McBride’s fourth daughter Dorothy McBride Orthwein was “the last of the daughters” and died in June 1959 suggesting the DELK company continued until at least 1980.

The McBride Family Mausoleum, Section 018, Lot 0261

As you might imagine, a family-tree rooted in four daughters of one of the country’s most wealthy oilman can become quite prodigious and widespread. Certainly, this article isn’t an effort to record in minute detail the family’s heritage-our interest is in the McBride Family Mausoleum and those ancestors most relevant to the McBride High School story. 

So, let’s begin with Thomas J. Treadway, S.M. and his 1938 article WILLIAM CULLEN MCBRIDE: A biographical and character sketch of the patron and donor of Wm. C. McBride H. S. which provides a contemporary summary of the four daughters’ families following the deaths of their parents. We’ll discuss them in birth order and discuss the second-born Laura last as her descendants seem most relevant to McBride High School.  

The first-born daughter Ellen's (1888-1937) husband Ralph Morris, died in the “influenza epidemic of 1918” on Oct. 31, 1918, at the age of 35. The couple’s unnamed daughter died as an infant on July 16, 1918, just three months before her father Ralph. Both daughter and father are buried at the mausoleum.

The second marriage for both Ellen and her husband Balfour Stuart Craib (1887-1949) occurred after their respective spouses Ralph and Molle (who were brother and sister!) died in the influenza epidemic. For a time, the couple lived in New York City, and apparently, did not have any children.

Ellen died at 49-years old and is buried at the mausoleum, 12-years before her husband Balfour who died at 61-years old and is buried near his parents at Lake Charles Park Cemetery, in Bel-Nor, Mo. According to the 1940 U.S Census, he lived with his mother and sister at 5033 Westminster Pl. in St. Louis at 53-years old. 

The McBride’s third-daughter Kathleen’s marriage to Lacy Love was the Archdiocese’s first marriage “before the magnificent altar which her parents had donated to the New Cathedral of St. Louis.” As noted earlier, her husband Lacy died at 33-years old in May 1917, in Pasadena, Ca., less than 20 days before her father’s death who had traveled with Mrs. McBride to California to help nurse Kathleen’s ailing husband.

The young couple’s son William McBride Love was born in California on Aug. 11, 1915, and died at 69-years old in Aug. 1984. President Ronald Regan nominated him in 1982 for a two-year term to be the U.S. Representative on the South Pacific Commission. The press release announcing the intended appointment notes, “Mr. Love is with a family oil and investment business as officer and director/stockholder.” 

The release goes on to say, “he is a director of Brentwood Bank, Mo., Brooks Exploration, Inc. in Co., and the National Investors Corp. in NY. He graduated from Princeton University (A.B., 1938), is married, has three children, and resides in St. Louis, Mo.” He is buried with his mother Kathleen and father Lacy at the mausoleum.

Dr. Issac Dee Kelley, Kathleen’s second husband, was the victim of a sensational, nationally reported kidnapping by four abductors that held him captive for a week before releasing him unharmed in Illinois to a reporter for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch who published a front-page story with a picture of the doctor upon his release. 

The abductors originally demanded a ransom of $250,000 but later reduced it to $150,000. The New York Times quotes an attorney representing the doctor, “No ransom or reward was paid…either by the family or by anyone acting for the family and none was promised.”

During a rest from the “nervous strain of seven days of captivity,” Dr. Kelley said, “I feel a little rocky…(and)…can hardly believe it now. Those fellows mean business…and don’t think they don’t work hard in their occupation. Kidnapping is a twenty-four-hour-day job…(and they)…had as hard a time as I had.” 

The St. Louis Review published a story on April 25, 1952, headlined “Mass of Requiem Held in Cathedral for Mrs. Kelley.” It reports she, “died (at 60-years old) on Sunday, April 20, in her home at 51 Westmoreland Place…of complications following an operation last fall…she was a graduate of Maryville College of the Sacred Heart in St. Louis and had long been active in Catholic charitable and St. Louis civic affairs.” 

Survivors included her son William McBride Love, and two daughters Mrs. Anton C. Stuever of St. Louis, and Mrs. Thomas R. Shepherd of Charlottesville, Va., and her sister Mrs. William (Dorothy) D. Orthwein of St. Louis. It also mentions her late sisters Ellen McBride Craib, and Laura McBride Mahaffey. There is no mention of her husband Dr. Issac Lee Kelley. She was buried at the mausoleum on April 22, 1952. 

The McBride’s youngest and fourth daughter, Dorothy (1901-1959) seems to have the most family members buried at the mausoleum including her first husband William D. Orthwein (1897-1937) who died at 40-years old, three infants who apparently died before their first birthday in 1924, 1930, and 1936 respectively, and a son Peter McBride Orthwein who died at 47-years old in 1978. 

Dorothy’s husband, “died suddenly…of a cerebral hemorrhage at a hunting lodge near Peruque, St. Charles County, after a stroke which followed a few minutes’ exercise in kicking and passing a football with his 11-year-old son, another boy, and Dr. Issac D. Kelley Jr.” 

He was, “vice-president and treasurer of the Laclede Bond & Mortgage Co. and associated with the Metropolitan Life Insurance Co. interests.” He was survived by his wife, “formerly Miss Dorothy McBride, a daughter of the late William C. McBride oil millionaire,” three children, his mother, a sister, and two brothers.  

The couple’s fourth son William D. Orthwein III died at 51-years old on April 24, 1977, and is buried in Calvary Cemetery in Tulsa, OK. His obituary says he was the vice president of the, “St. Louis-based brokerage firm of Stifel-Nicolaus & Co., (and) died…of cancer in Tulsa…(where)…he had worked at the Tulsa office of Stifel Nicolaus…having moved to Tulsa about 25 years ago.”

Prior to his two years with the brokerage firm, Mr. Orthwein had served as a vice president and director of the McBride-Silurian Oil Co., of St. Louis. He was survived by a sister Dorothy Orthwein Bates, a brother Peter McBride Orthwein, two sons, and six daughters. 

The couple’s daughter Dorothy Orthwein Bates died at 62-years old on Jan. 21, 1991, and is buried near the McBride Mausoleum (Sec. 018 Lot 0458). Her obituary states she, “died Saturday of cancer at her home in Ladue.” She graduated from Villa Duchesne High School, and “began working as an officer in the 1950s for the old W.C. McBride Co. and continued to work for the firm until it was acquired by A.G. Edwards and Sons Inc. in 1987.

Mrs. Orthwein Bates was appointed in 1988 to St. Louis University’s Board of Trustees, and in 1965 her estate established The Dorothy McBride Orthwein Professor of English Literature Chair first held by the Renaissance scholar Dr. Clarence H. Miller renowned for his translations of St. Thomas More and Erasmus. The current chair Dr. Ruth Evans was named in 2009. 

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch published on Aug. 23, 1948, in the “Social Activities” column a short note that, “Mrs. William (Dorothy) D. Orthwein and her post-debutante daughter, Miss Dorothy McBride Orthwein, will be hostesses at a supper party for Miss Werner and Miss Weld Sunday, Sept. 25, at the Deer Creek Club.” Today the Deer Club is listed as a golf club in Ladue, Mo.

She was, “appointed to St. Louis University’s Board of Trustees in 1988 and worked as a vice president and treasurer of Bateco Properties of St. Louis until her death.” She was survived by her husband, two sons, six daughters, and 11 grandchildren. 

Perhaps the second daughter Laura (1891-1933) was the McBride’s favorite, after all her dad’s letter announcing the formation of DELK was addressed to her and her “good husband” Birch Orville Mahaffey, and he sent both his love and sincere wishes for their continued happiness along with a draft for a substantial amount of money. 

The Mahaffey couple is interned at the mausoleum: Laura died at 42-years old on Sept. 29, 1933, and Birch died at 80-years old on Feb. 15, 1958. They had four daughters all who were memorialized at their deaths for their long lives of public service and philanthropy. They include Kathleen M. Walsh who died at 88-years old (1914-2002), Adelaide Schlafly (discussed last) who died at 97-years old (1915-2012), Dorothy Moore who died at 97-years old (1921-2018), and Elizabeth Mullins who died at 93-years old (1917-2010). 

The intimate bounds between the mother Laura and her four daughters are captured in an undated photograph of the five smiling women and an identified female family friend as they arrived in New York City from a presumed trans-Atlantic trip aboard the S.S. Olympic, a British luxury ocean liner and the White Star Line’s lead ship, built in Belfast by the shipbuilder of the Titanic.

The girls’ father Birch, who outlived his wife Laura by 45 years, was born in Hopkins County, Texas according to his death notice, and was, “reportedly one of the first white men to see the headwaters of the Amazon River.” He was a “former oil company president (and) a West Point cadet.” He was awarded a patent in 1940 for a device that, “greatly reduce(d) the cost of constructing a storage reservoir…used in storing oils…(in) a storage pit dug in the ground.”  

One of Birch’s legacy projects is the River of Life Farm in Ozark County, Mo., which he started in 1928 by purchasing what eventually totaled some 6,000 acres surrounding the spring. Later several of his daughters built a lodge, “directly across from the spring, with glass corner windows for seeing every angle of the spring.” An online article promoted a “nightly rental price, with a two-night minimum, (of) $850 for up to eight people.”

Edward J. Walsh Jr., husband of the first daughter Kathleen, died at 82-years old in 1991 of, “cardiac arrest…after being stricken at his home in Central West End.” He was the great-great-great-grandson of Pierre Chouteau, a founder of St. Louis, and was active in numerous civic affairs including the symphony, St. Louis University, and the Catholic charities. Pope John XXIII named him, “a Knight of Malta, one of the highest lay honors bestowed by the Catholic Church,” according to his obituary. He was survived by his wife, a nephew and five nieces, but no children. 


The Mahaffey’s third daughter, Dorothy Jane Mahaffey Carpenter Moore, called D.J., died “peacefully at home” at 97-years old and outlived both of her husbands: Clarkson Carpenter Jr. and Walter L. Moore, MD. Her obituary lists numerous civic and outdoor activities centered around the family farm and its riding stables. Interestingly, D.J. is credited with winning a contest and naming the Khorassan Room at Chase Park Plaza. Khorasan is Persian and means, “where the sun arrives from” according to Wikipedia. 


She was survived by four children and two stepchildren. Her youngest son Birch Oliver Mahaffey Carpenter died at 34-years old in August 1992 of AIDS-related pneumonia at St. Mary’s Hospital in Richmond Heights. He graduated in 1980 from the School of Foreign Service at Georgetown University and was appointed to a two-year term with the Viennese Academy of Diplomacy. A graduate of the Washington University School of Law in 1986, he was fluent in five languages. He was completing a graduate degree in film at the time of his death.  

The Mahaffey’s fourth daughter Elizabeth ‘Betsy’ Mahaffey Mullins who died at 93-years old in 2010 enjoyed a 56-year marriage to Herman Fristoe Mullins who died at 84-years old of cancer at their Ladue home in 1997. The couple had two daughters, two sons, and 14 grandchildren. Betsy’s obituary says she, “took a special interest in the St. Louis Priory, Thomas Aquinas College, Central Catholic St. Nicholas School, the St. Louis Symphony, Crudem, the United Way, and Catholic Relief Services.” 

Her husband Fristoe had a lifetime passion for flight, founded Midcoast Aviation, had a commercial pilot license for 60 years, owned a large working farm in Pike County Mo., and was a member of a variety of agricultural and wildlife organizations. He was a founding member of the Greater St. Louis Orchid Society, and an active supporter of Catholic higher education and a supporter of anti-abortion and child welfare organizations. Born in Mayfield, Ky., he graduated from the University of Mo. at Columbia in 1935 with a degree in economics. 


Adelaide Mahaffey Schlafly (Mahaffey’s second daughter) and her husband Daniel Schlafly's three adult children (Daniel, Ellen, and Thomas-listed in the order of their mother’s obituary), seem most, albeit loosely, associated with the McBride High School legacy through the long-time, dues-paying “honorary” membership in the McBride Alumni Club of brother Thomas, and their mother Adelaide until her death in 2012. Also interesting, the senior McBride’s great-granddaughter and daughter of Ellen listed her name as Katherine Margaret McBride Shafer in her wedding story published by The New York Times on Aug. 1, 2004.

In a sense, Adelaide and Daniel’s marriage on Dec. 2, 1939, by Archbishop (and later Cardinal) John J. Glennon represented a union of two prominent St Louis families with substantial wealth both representing liquid-based national dynasties: one in the oil industry and the other in bottled water through the Schlafly family’s ownership of the Mountain Valley Water Company recognized in 1928 as the only nationally distributed bottled water, including its availability in the U.S. Senate.  

Adelaide’s laudatory obituary by Gloria S. Ross in the now closed Beacon, a St. Louis-based online-only news site, reflected she, “spent a lifetime advocating on behalf of people whose voice are diminished by poverty, social injustice racial discrimination and educational deficiencies.” She died at 97-years old at her home in the Central West End on Sept. 30, 2012.

Her husband Daniel Schlafly died at 84-years old of a brain tumor at his home in the Central West End on July 16, 1997. An equally laudatory obituary by the St. Louis Post-Dispatch’s Cultural News Editor Robert W. Duffy characterized Daniel as, “a man whose life was distinguished by an intuitive understanding of the concept of noblesse oblige.” He was president of the family-owned Mountain Valley Water Company when it was sold in 1967.

Noblesse oblige, a French term translated as ‘nobility obligates’, means those with great wealth bear great responsibility to give back to the less privileged and unfortunate. And certainly, this captures the overriding spirit of the Schlafly couple’s philanthropic and civic duty activities. Frankly, it would be easier to list the St. Louis organizations that didn’t capture the couple’s interest.  

Consider: The Catholic Church from St. Louis to Rome, St. Louis University and High School, Georgetown University, the Jesuits, the City of St. Louis Board of Education, human rights, social justice, poverty, and the evils of racism and segregation as some of their major beneficiaries. The St. Louis Art Museum, the Zoo, and the Symphony, the Missouri Botanical Gardens, the Cathedral Basilica, and St. Louis Priory were just some of the specific organizations they were dedicated to. 


The Schlafly’s children, while seemingly not comparably driven as their parents by the obligation of noblesse oblige, all are remarkably noteworthy in their personal endeavours. 

Daniel Schlafly, with a doctorate from Columbia University (1972), is a Professor of History at St. Louis University, with an historical focus on the interdisciplinary and cross-cultural aspects among the Russians and East and West Europeans. His vita lists seven languages (German, Russian, French, Italian, Latin, Spanish, and Polish) in addition to English. He’s published translations of Russian and Italian historical works, and most recently focused on, “the survival of the Society of Jesus in the Russian Empire in the suppression era (1772-1820).”

Brother Tom Schlafly is a graduate of St. Louis Priory School and has a law degree from Georgetown University. He’s Senior Counsel at Thompson Coburn, a law firm founded in St. Louis in 1929 with currently over 400 attorneys in at least seven national offices and revenues of more than $234 million. He’s on the board of directors of several companies and organizations including a financial company with combined assets of $50 billion, the St. Louis Art Museum and Public Library, and is a minority owner of the St. Louis Blues hockey team. He’s also the co-founder and chairman of The Saint Louis Brewery, brewer of Schlafly Beer. 

All right already…certainly by this time you must be asking what about the road from McBride High School to the Sovereign Military Order of Malta…and what the heck is the Sovereign Military Order of Malta anyway?

I get it! 

The Sovereign Military Order of Malta (SMOM) is recognized under international law as a sovereign entity, some refer to it as ‘the smallest sovereign state in the world’. It’s headquartered in Rome as a Catholic lay religious order. Founded around 1099 as chivalric order, it has a membership of about 13,500 Knights, Dames, and Chaplains, issues its own passports, maintains diplomatic relations with more than 100 countries, and has tens of thousands of employees and volunteers providing humanitarian assistance in more than 120 countries. 


And now the connecting road…sister Ellen Schlafly Shafer and her husband Robert L. Shafer reside on the east coast. Ellen is past President of the International Catholic Organizations Information Center at the United Nations. The ICO Center, founded in 1946, ‘provides access, references, and briefings on current UN affairs, on Church teachings in fields related to the UN and on initiatives undertaken by ICOs.” Also, Ellen is a Dame of Malta. 

Her husband Robert earned his law degree from the College of Law at Georgetown University and served as vice-president of public affairs and government relations at Pfizer, a pharmaceutical and biotechnology company during his more than 30-year career. He was appointed in 2004 as the Sovereign Military Order of Malta’s Permanent Observer at the UN and served for 11 years until 2015. Currently he is listed as the SMOM’s Permanent Observer

Not long ago, at a time only fate could determine, I found myself seated next to the general manager of the Butler Eagle, the daily newspaper in Butler, Pa. during the quarterly board meeting of the PA NewsMedia Association’s Foundation. 

I introduced myself as a graduate of McBride High School in St. Louis, and then asked what she knew about William Cullen McBride, once the country’s most wealthy independent oil producer and a native of Butler, Pa. She smiled and said, “Wish I did know him, the only McBride business I know in Butler is the McBride Station Bar and Grill.”     

So, what does the name William Cullen McBride mean nearly 110 years after his untimely death? Little it seems to those still living in his hometown in Butler, Pa. Certainly, his ancestors seem to have honoured his accomplishments through deeds in their own stellar lives while staying true to his devotions of entrepreneurism and the Catholic Church. 

And to us, the McBride High School alumni, the name will forever carry a special and very personal meaning. Amen. 

Alone on the stage of the musical ‘Camelot,’ King Arthur realizes his dreams for his beloved Camelot are no more. Richard Burton played King Arthur opposite Julie Andrews' Queen Guenevere in the original 1960 production. The Broadway musical was President John F. Kennedy’s favorite and he played the LP soundtrack often in their personal quarters at the White House.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  





Friday, March 25, 2022

A Tribute to Steve Schwartz '69 & The Colonnade

Don't let it be forgot 
that once there was a spot 
for one brief shining moment 
that was known as Camelot.*

This is one of several occasional articles on McBride High School: its history, its students, and its impact on the St. Louis area and beyond. This article celebrates the artistic creations of Steve Schwartz, Class of 1969.   And remember, everything published here is exactly as it happened, even if it's not absolutely true. Enjoy. Richard 'Dik' Ganahl, Class 1969 


AUTHOR’s NOTE: I discovered so much about myself, and made so many life-long friends through my explorations as an active member of McBride's 'artistic and theatrical community.' Frankly, the 'thrill of performing' still resonates fifty-plus years later! Gratefully, many of these friendships are still vibrant, including my long-standing relationship with Steve Schwartz '69. And so, I feel compelled to share Steve's work with you. You can view this tribute rendition of The Colonnade as a digital magazine by visiting rganahl Enjoy!                                                                                                                    


One could argue (as only a Mick can), that McBride’s excellence in the arts was overshadowed by its academic reputation, its athletic spirit, and the aroused passions at its Friday night dances. However, beneath these often-celebrated traditions, an ardent community of ‘major learners’ dedicated to the arts flourished.

 

Largely hidden, often working late into the night at the print shop in the brothers’ basement, the school’s theatre ‘cage’ or on its ‘theatrical’ stage, this artistic community celebrated art, music, theatre, photography, speech, debate, writing, and journalism with wild enthusiasm and little regard for boundaries.

 

Thankfully, this ‘anything goes’ spirit of artistic experimentation was largely supported, even encouraged, by our schoolmates, parents, faculty, and the administration…it was always SRO at McBride! 

 

Each class had its standouts, and some of them built impressive livelihoods in their respective artistic fields. For the class of ’69, Steve ‘Schultz’ Schwartz was particularly unique. His artistic creations were irreverent and spontaneous, and singularly captured the free-wheeling spirit of the 60’s!   


Re-capture Steve’s cheeky spirit, and engage with this tribute rendition of The Colonnade-1967. A special thanks to McBride’s Michael Gorges ’71 for his McBride Mick artwork, and the McBride Alumni Club for archiving McBride's Yearbooks. Later, Steve shares his creative process. Enjoy! 












As Steve and I developed this project, he shared his memories of creating his art: 


"Looking at the screenshots, my first instinct is to wince at my lack of skill and basic craftsmanship.  Lots of parlor tricks on display.  Then I remember I was, what ... fifteen?  Sixteen?  

 

I guess if folks remember these with a smile or at least mildly positively then who am I to say thee nay?  Especially since they were published ... and I certainly had no lack of nerve or ego pushing these things, or myself, forward back in the day.  

 

It's unlikely that I will remember much about any one drawing.  I doubt that I ever put any thought into any of them; more than likely every drawing was an impulsive "that might be funny".  Most of them I never even roughed in in pencil ... at some point I discovered india ink and various crow quill nibs, and would just start drawing, to see what I could make the pen do.  Didn't even know enough to draw at a larger size for reproduction, or even that there were special papers specifically for ink drawing ... I just drew exact size on regular bond typewriter paper.  Which would contract and buckle, because it wasn't made for ink drawing ... but again, who knew?  I was thrilled with the idea that my drawings could be printed; and if I didn't do them properly for reproduction, well our faculty advisory never corrected me, so there you have it.

 

I have often thought and occasionally said that the thing about McBride that I, and probably most if not all of us, had -- and didn't know, realize or appreciate at the time -- was that it was a petri dish of creativity, for just trying stuff and seeing what happened.  I have probably spent the rest of my life trying to unconsciously recreate that safe space environment of trying stuff; and if it worked, do it again only more so; if it didn't work, move on.  Or do it again anyway, just for the hell of it.  I suppose that so much of it was woefully lacking in the basic craftsmanship department probably didn't matter ... we learn craftsmanship.  Failure was not an option mostly because we didn't know what failure looked like, so we weren't afraid of it.

 

But don't ask me why I drew a Roman in what I thought was a toga as a lion tamer.  No idea, other than it was a ridiculous juxtaposition, probably even more so in whatever context the illo was.  The photographer makes somewhat more sense:  probably a pole vault joke; and I knew enough film chemistry from hanging out in the darkroom to know that the available film was slow, so our friends the photographers always wanted their subjects to be still.  As long as I was defying the law of gravity I might as well have the flash powder defy it as well.  I could have done that drawing just for the dottage of the flash powder, to see what that might turn into.  Who knows?"

This article and its contents are Copyrighted 2022 by Richard J. Ganahl III


Alone on the stage of the musical ‘Camelot,’ King Arthur realizes his dreams for his beloved Camelot are no more. Richard Burton played King Arthur opposite Julie Andrews' Queen Guenevere in the original 1960 production. The Broadway musical was President John F. Kennedy’s favorite and he played the LP soundtrack often in their personal quarters at the White House.



















Saturday, April 03, 2021

Saying Good Bye To My BFF of 52 Years

“Dik, I was laying here in bed (been awake a while but Nancy’s still sleeping) thinking about Christ rising and his most painful time on the cross. My mind rambled over to the founding of our nation on “religious freedom”: (as long as you’re a Christian) and then to the Palestinians in Israel. Then I thought, ‘Dik will be calling soon. It’s a little past 8.’ Then my phone ‘dinged” and I knew all was right as it should be. Thanks, Dik. May you, Suk and Irene have a BLESSED EASTER. Love Larry.”

Larry Chik’s Easter Morning Text to Author Dik Ganahl (2020)

 

McBride HS Hall
AUTHOR’s NOTELarry’s life, like most of our lives, is relatively unremarkable at the macro level and will be little remembered one-hundred years-or even twenty-five years-from now. But at the micro level, at the day-to-day granular level, his life is poignantly important to many of us and should always be celebrated, and never forgotten. And so, I feel compelled to write his story as I remember it.

Larry is a true native son of Missouri, and certainly the state’s motto ‘Show Me,’ could easily be Larry’s epitaph. His self-proclaimed high school ambition to be a ”Soul Searcher” rings true to those of us who know him. And it seemed most fitting to me, the day of his funeral Mass was the day devoted to the celebration of Thomas the Apostle, commonly known as Thomas the Doubter.

 

It’s damn hard to say good-bye-forever-to your BFF of more than

Lawrence 'Larry' Chik-McB Year Book
52 years. For me, it’s taken almost one year to say good-by to mine: Larry Chik, my BFF of more than 52 years. I met Larry in the early fall of our sophomore year (1966) at McBride High School in Brother Sheehy’s home room, and we remained friends on a nearly daily basis until his death in June 2020. We stood for each other on our wedding days, and we mourned our mothers’ deaths together. 

We explored life’s mysteries, inhaled life’s exalted moments and were thrilled by each other’s simple triumphs. Through it all, Larry was always Larry: patient, giving, loving, and incredibly curious. For Larry, life was an immense question mark, and he never lacked for an opinion. He lived life, mostly, on his own terms. He loved cars, baseball, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch and most of all his wife Nancy, his son Michael, his grand-daughter Tori and niece Lanae. 

 

Larry and I shared many, many long talks over the last 50 years. We discussed every conceivable dream, worry, elation, mystery that might intrigue two 15-year-old boys through their teens and early man hoods, into their lives as husbands and dads, finally wrestling with life’s questions as early seniors. And while we disagreed often, we always laughed, and were never, ever, disagreeable to the other. Quite a remarkable achievement, not once equaled in all my other relationships. 

McB's Lefties L-R: Roger C, John H,
Ray F, Jack F, Larry C, and Marv S-StLPD 


Larry’s triumphs during our high school years at McBride were in band, theatre, and baseball, and they’ve taken on an added aura over years of reminiscing. His role on McBride’s 1969 varsity baseball team-arguably the best team since the school’s founding in 1929-was prodigious according to the team’s catcher Marv Schaeffer. 

 

I remember a headline in the (St. Louis) Post after one of our games- we were 19-3-that said, ‘Chik Clicks for MicksLarry was our leadoff guy and was one of those guys that drove pitchers nuts. Hard to strike out and would run up the pitch count on you. He was a really good right-fielder as well. In short he was just a really dependable, fundamentally sound High School player and the kind of guy you wanted on your team,” Marv remembers.

 

McB Baseball Greats Larry, Bob, Marv, Ray 
Third baseman Bobby Joe Scanlon adds, “Larry always batted leadoff.  He batted left-handed. He was a good hitter with an ability to get on base consistently, and he was also fast…I suspect he led the team in steals. So, you could say he was our spark plug and the guy Coach Eilerman wanted to get us going…I would say he had to be a .300 hitter. He..was a great teammate and a key member of the best team I ever played with.

As first trumpet in McBride’s Concert Band, years later Larry always grew wistful as he lovingly shined his prized silver trumpet and wondered what might have been. 

 

Larry was a very good trumpet player…(and) was one of the few people in our class who had previously played a band instrument prior to McBride…because of that, Larry and those like him, were the backbone of the McBride band and the foundation for its long reputation of high quality,” recalls band member Ron Wojcicki.

 

McBrice HS Concert Band

In our senior year he became our theatre’s director of lighting and created magical settings for our productions. He and I, along with the rest of the crew, spent many late nights in dress rehearsals tweaking lines, checking blockings and fine tuning the spots between carry-out meals from the Parkmoore on North Kingshighway at Cote Brilliante. 

Larry’s life after McBride was adventurous in many respects. He worked full-time jobs as a student at UMSL, starting as a ‘sand-blaster’ at Emerson Electric in St. Louis and then becoming the overnight manager at Budget Rental Car’s Lambert Airport office. Later I joined Larry at Budget, and we shared the overnight job though he remained the night manager. 

 

Budget became our buddies’ late-night meeting place-it was our clubhouse. It also was one of two places where Larry’s life-path bizarrely crossed the paths of two national figures. At Budget, he crossed paths with Marshall Applewhite, the cult founder of Heaven’s Gate and the leader of a mass suicide event that took the lives of 39 people in 1997. The second person is the famous rock singer Walter Scott, but more on him later. 

Larry and Datsun-Road Trip w Dik


Larry described the Heaven’s Gate founder as, “tall, thin, and hyper with the weirdest eyes that looked right through me.” He continues, “Out of nowhere,” Applewhite walked right into the Budget office in the middle of the night. He seemed confused and distant, insisting on renting a Mecury. Larry cleared his credit card and was relieved when he drove off the parking lot into the dark, “it was so strange.” 

 

Seven months later in 1974, Applewhite was arrested in Texas for stealing the car he had rented earlier from Larry. He was extradited to St. Louis and was sentenced to jail for six months after Larry testified against him. 

 

Applewhite
Twenty-three years later, Larry was alarmed by the eerie stare of the man in the news story who had led 39 people to commit suicide in California, “that’s him, Dik, that’s the guy that stole the car he rented that night at Budget. Later he went to jail after I testified against him…I’ll always wonder.”  

Larry’s life through college paralleled our country’s turbulent times. On election day 1972, he and I delivered George McGovern campaign literature all through St. Louis in his cold, convertible, yellow Datsun sports car, convinced we helped defeat Nixon. That night we watched the returns in total disbelief at McGovern’s complete defeat.

 

In the mid-1970’s he joined a small-painting company I had co-founded, eventually taking it over on a handshake. He shared a house in Overland with his cousins and painted residential homes and had contracts with several area apartment complexes. Life was simple and single for Larry, but his bachelor days were numbered, and on September 7, 1979 Nancy and Larry became Mr. and Mrs. Chik-forever.

 

The couple’s first home was a wooden-framed, two-story farmhouse with a three-stall outer building on Gutermuth Road in St. Charles. The three of them-Nancy, Larry and son Michael, built a happy home. It was open to all, in any condition, at any time, in any weather. Many happy nights were spent around their kitchen table. Their annual Halloween party invited hundreds over the years to dance, and sing, and enjoy the huge, annual bonfire that burned well into the night.   

Nancy and Larry Chik-1979

Larry’s work as a contractor for developers had sparked his interest in real estate, so he earned his agent-broker license, captivated by the entrepreneurial independence and financial complexity driving the dramatic growth engulfing the St. Charles County region. 

 

Eventually, Larry’s knowledge of the real estate industry and its related sectors: finance, construction, tax laws, etc. grew to almost encyclopedic proportions. And over the next forty years, as St. Charles’ population exploded from 90,000 to over 400,000, so too did his intimate familiarity with the area. A drive with Larry through the region was more of a narrated historical tour, richly detailing an almost half-century of changes in Missouri’s fastest growing county. 

 

So, how about Walter Scott, the famed singer of The Bob Kuban and the In-Men Band, how’s he fit in this story? 

 

Every Mick of a certain age knows the names of Walter Scott and Bob Kuban. And every one of us remembers some special Friday night dancing and sweating in McBride’s hot, dimly lit gym to the band’s blaring horns and the famed crooner’s voice, “Look out for the cheater!” 

 

And all of us were mystified by Walter’s sudden disappearance. What happened to him on December 27, 1983 after his Cadillac was found abandoned at the St. Louis Lambert Airport? Why did he leave his wife, family and beloved fans? 

 

Walter Scott
In April 1987 we discovered Walter’s grisly ending, “his body was found floating face down in a cistern. He had been hog-tied and shot in the chest.” The four-column, four-color picture on the Sunday issue of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch pictured Larry, myself and a few others stretching over the police tape, attempting to peer into the cistern that had hidden Walter’s body for four years in a murky, watery grave. The killer, Jim Williams, Jr. had conspired with Walter’s second wife JoAnn to murder Walter and hide his body in Williams’ back-yard cistern beneath a massive concrete flower box built by Williams to entomb the body. 

Williams, an outsized man with an even larger, seething personality worked as an independent electrical contractor, and was well known to Larry, Nancy and the rest of us regular visitors to the Chik home. He was their closest neighbor, separated only by a six-foot high, stockade fence built by Williams in a not so subtle attempt to block out the world.   

Mike, Nancy and Larry-2019


In addition to my Mom’s home in Hazelwood, the Chik’s home was my geographical center, the place I always returned to. Starting in the mid-1970’s I was a journalistic nomad, moving among a number of small Missouri towns as I pursued the life of serial entrepreneurial newspaper manager and publisher. I also returned twice to Columbia for advanced degrees at the School of Journalism. Larry and I stayed in regular contact, visiting each other often. 

 

Eventually, I left bachelorhood and Missouri too, and married and moved in 1994 to Pennsylvania as a university professor where my family now calls home. Larry and Nancy visited us in the East several times and we introduced them to New York City and the Pennsylvania mountains. 

 

Larry and Dik-2015
My family and I returned to St. Louis at least once a year until my Mom’s death in 2010. Since then, I’ve returned at least five times, most recently for the McBride High School Class of 1969 Fiftieth Reunion in July 2019. 

On almost every trip during the last 27 years, Larry and I spent time together. On many of these visits, I spent the night at the Chik home, talking and laughing most of the day and night about our lives, our dreams, our worries, our times together. And of course, our financials.

 

And so it began, just a short time ago, I met Larry in Brother Sheehy’s home room class at McBride High School on North Kingshighway and Cote Brilliante. He was my height, wore a long-sleeved, red-ribbed sweater and had soda-bottle-thick, black-rimmed glasses. 

 

We said hello and started talking…