Blake School - Reflections / Call O Pan Yearbook (Hopkins, MN)

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Noah S. Foss Mr. Foss, serving as advisor to the Class of 1929, has added another creditable year to his successful record in that capacity. His long experience as Senior Class Advisor, his intense personal interest in every boy under his charge, his never-failing energy, and his devotion to the School, make him the ideal man for the position. His foresight and common sense have guided us through our last year at Blake in a manner that reflects his own character. If there is anything, in the school year just completed, of which we of the Class of 1929 may be proud, we believe that credit is due in a large measure to our Class Advisor. Looking back upon our prep school life, we shall always remember Mr. Foss with the admiration and the heartfelt gratitude which, upon leaving the School, we now tender to him. Pjrc Twenty-four

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SENIORS

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Oflup • —-------------------- HISTORY OF SENIOR CLASS Way back in the old days, Bob Macgregor was forced, as he puts it, to tnter Blake in the first year because he was not capable of doing the more difficult work required by the teachers in the Public Schools. Evidently his mother was not pleased with this and we have “Mac” beginning our history as a class. But “Mac” was not long left alone to suffer under the stern severity of Miss McDonald. Wakefield came straggling in the next year from out in the country near Macgregor’s, to be cared for by the second grade teacher who must have been gifted with a considerable amount of hope. Things just sailed along during the third grade. The third member of our class, Thad Lawrence, joined us that year, and soon proved himself far superior mentally. Some of our class played on the Junior School football team in the fourth year, but you know many of us feel yet that Mac Duff and Mr. Wilson framed the whole team so they might sell a good supply of new equipment. With the start of the new wing at the country school, news came late in our fourth year that we were to have the honor, as fifth graders, of occupying one of its chambers, incidentally the one just opposite the faculty room. We were consequently whipped rapidly into shape during the remainder of this year by Mr. Wilson, who gave us setting-up exercises every day in the fenced-in side yard of the school. The next Fall arrived and our class boarded one of those “fast Minnetonka cars” and were herded carefully into our spacious new room by Mr. Wilson, whose wind must certainly have been developed by the numerous stair cases leading to our floor. As a class we were weaned away from Mr. Wilson and his fatherly supervision with the beginning of our first form year. Mr. Cleveland was not long in making us feel that army discipline, and after bumping a few of our heads against the walls and using a number of famous expressions, even the most bold of us learned as they say “to love him.” As third formers we were successful. We won the S.P.A.-Blake series in football, due to the trick plays and thorough coaching of Mr. Beetlestone; and our hockey and baseball teams were good. We were unfortunately lacking in head boys whose names are apt to appear on the placard in the lower study, but we appeared to be getting along. One of our members made the football team during our freshman year, while Macgregor and Rizcr worked all season on the squad. During the course of the winter Rizer swam his first year with the swimming team which he was later to aid so materially. In the fifth form Wakefield was our council member, and was given the job of Photo Editor on the Call o' Pan board. One of our class again made Pdgf Twenty-five