Belmont High School - Blueprint Yearbook (Belmont, MA)

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mittee directed its recruited helpers in preparation for the prom which was only twelve hours away. At ten thirty on Friday morning our graduation exercises took place. We were honored to have the Reverend Mr. Francis B. Sayre, of the class of 1932, and recently appointed Dean of the Washington Cathedral, to give the principal address. We were saddened by Mr. Hamilton's announcement that Mr. Turnbull and Mr. Fisher are leaving the faculty. Their contributions as educators and friends will not soon be forgotten. Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton were hosts to the class and their guests at a supper dance that evening. This generous gesture made our final day together one of lasting enjoyment. The prom followed the dinner, and good support by the whole school made the dance a great success. The parties at Bob Ward’s and Harv Smith’s were the scenes of our farewells. Much of this history has been facetious, purposely so; but as we part and wend our separate ways in a new era of our lives, we take with us the thought which our Headmaster, Mr. Hamilton, quoted from Robert Frost: “The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.”

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history teacher. The class was enthralled by Mr. Downes’s description of the young lady. The Form also had a new arrival in the person of Mr. Ebbott, who came and went mysteriously and expounded upon the fatalistic forces in The Return of the Native. We turned somewhat groggily from this gloomy thinking toward the lighter aspects of life, for instance: heated coat room brawls, skips to Howard Johnson’s for lunch, soft shoe dancing in physics class, and the vexing problem of finding out which classmate was dating your best girl. Our first Friday morning assembly production, featuring John Govan’s campaign speech and Robin Barnes’s earnest efforts to extinguish a fire, was received so well that we felt duty bound to attempt something more daring. And so on one bright Friday in May a little known faculty adventure was reenacted before the School. Bob Studley portrayed Mr. Willey’s postgame enthusiasm for the Princeton Tiger when he aroused Mr. Keller and Mr. Sawyer from sleep in a Jersey motel with cries of “Tiger, Tiger, Princeton Tiger! The whole affair was taken in a jovial spirit and remains a classic example of what fun a Friday morning assembly can be. Our final athletic efforts crowned a year of outstanding success in sports. After a slow start, the baseball team gained a tie for the Private School League championship, largely through the efforts of Captain Jim Gill, Don Walters, and Tom Dwver. Our lone representative on the crew. Bud Staples, helped the first boat to its finest season in many years. The serenity of post-College Board life was broken only by “Spike’s gentle reminders that one of the requirements of his course was a thesis. In April these words fell on deaf ears. In May, if one listened intently, one could sometimes hear the famous words, “Do you know what you’re going to write on?” The usual answer to this was “No. Period.” When a few industrious souls ventured down to the Harvard libraries for research, however, they brought back the information that collecting material could be fun, especially if the trip was concluded by a short sojourn at Jim’s Place. The trickle became a flood. In some miraculous fashion Friday midnight, June 1st, found all but one of our masterpieces on Mr. Downes’s desk. Barnes apparently felt that he could best do his thesis in the balmy air of Virginia. So far he hasn’t been heard from. Perhaps at our tenth reunion ... Having completed the theses, we undertook to show a doubting faculty that we had retained some knowledge of our courses. We entered this last exam period in low spirits, but Justin Smith’s party provided the stimulus to carry us through to the bitter end. Seeconk was the scene of frolicking nymphs who enjoyed this escape from studies in Justin’s pool and home. Bob Studley’s overexuberance at the party necessitated a window seat for him during the ride home in Harv Smith’s car. Harv’s first stop the next morning was the Quickie Car Wash. Now a couple more exams was all that stood between us and freedom. The commencement exercises were suddenly upon us. On Thursday morning, June 7th, the Reverend Mr. Charles M. Styron di-rected the enlightening Baccalaureate services in the chapel. That afternoon Mr. Hamilton awarded the prizes for studies and extracurricular activities. Louis B. Carr of the class of ’33 addressed the Prize Day gathering. In the evening a full house attended the Glee Club’s final concert in the Field House. Will Little, Bob Blacklow, and Bud Staples helped make the evening such a memorable one. Confused shouting could be heard early the next morning as the desperate dance com-

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WENTWORTH HUNTINGTON BARNES 166 Grand Avenue, Englewood, New Jersey “Robin” Age: IS Entered: 1944 Grew: 46, '50 Second Team Football: 50 Dramatic Club: ’50, ’51 Rifle Club: ’48, ’49, ‘50 Yearbook Editorial Board: ’51 “Do you like the food, private? Eeet it!” ROBERT STANLEY BLACKLOW 100 Leonard Street, Belmont, Mass. “Boh” “Blackic” Age: 16 Entered: 1945 College: Harvard Basketball: Manager ’50, ‘51 Football: Manager ’50 Glee Club: ‘46, ‘48, ’49, Accompanist ’50, ‘51 Rifle Club: ’47 Sextant Board: Sports Editor ’51 Yearbook Editorial Board: ‘51 Latin Prize: 48 Biology Prize: ’49 Chemistry Prize: ’50 Karen Lee Burroughs Music Award: ’51 Sextant Poetry Prize: ’51 Honor Society: ’46, ‘47, ’48, ’49, ‘50, ’51 Junior Scholarship Medal: ‘48, ‘49 Senior Scholarship Medal: ’50, ’51 Cum Laude Society: ’50, ’51 Summa Cum Laude “No! No! ly way's much better.”