As an alumnus of Holy Cross High School, I was deeply saddened by the news that it will be closing for good in June of this year (“Guerin to go coed after Holy Cross’ end,” Metro, Feb. 11).
Back in the mid-1970s, I attended this school. Strict disciplinarians ran the place back then. The Holy Cross Brothers did not tolerate bad behavior from anyone.
The school’s cafeteria served Salisbury steaks and grilled Reubens nearly every day. After eating our lunch, we were allowed to go outside and get some fresh air on the cement loading dock.
Our tennis courts were made up with chain-link fencing tied to metal posts at the far end of the school’s parking lot. I doubt if any tennis stars were made there.
You had to look sharp. A dress code was always enforced: shirt with collar, no holes in pants, no beard or long sideburns allowed.
The totalitarian state we were in had two punishment weapons: detention and late slips. Both were feared.
Most of us couldn’t wait to graduate, but we all had respect for authority.
