Phillips Exeter Academy - PEAN Yearbook (Exeter, NH)

the Faculty and the town police, half the senior class lurked for two hours on the parkway, but the townies never got past the corner drug store. The Fall Dance came around, but unfor- tunately few people noticed its presence until afterwards. lVlr. Irving had at one time announced that it would be cancelled, because of lack of interest, but perhaps much of the failure of the dance might be attributed to the thinness of our pocket books. When Thanksgiving came around. we sent in a new petition to the Faculty for an extended vacation, but they counter- ed adroitlyg in a word they said no. which cryptic statement they accompanied with an editorial to the Exonian, saying that they were awfully sorry, really they were. Perhaps next year's student body will win. The winter term brought snow for the skiers and, at times, ice for the hockey team. The ski team had a very successful year, beating Andover twice. The hockey team made a poor start, but picked up rapidly during the season. They finished off in the Boston Arena, beating Andover 3-l. The other teams fared less well, however, and only the wrestling team came through victorious. Salty started a new tradition with his "Senior Teas", and on several evenings l5O boys went over to his house to play ping- pong, sing songs, and guzzle cokes Iand teal for three hours. The Pacific Coast Club put on a spectacu- lar publicity campaign for the Winter l ,Y -Q - f IIII AQ .J X V5 E III 'gl S I X I ' 9451-I Z I X - ! X ., I xx lf I E-I6 -zuolzzimm . I Dx Tx Dance but succeeded in arousing the pas- sions of only about 90 boys. Weeks before the dance they had hung a huge red tin sign over the main quadrangle, and they sent out printed cartoons and a mock Exonian, exhorting each and every son of Exeter to come to the dance. Harold of the Shamrock sponsored a minstrel show in the winter term, and many of P.E.A.'s top entertainers, including the newly-formed jazz band, the Stompers, helped to put the show over. The Stompers. a Dixieland outfit that sprouted from the Royal Exonians, boasted several seniors blasting out their music. March ll, the fateful day, arrived, the day that would decide our fates. We sweated for six hours over mystic symbols and impossible problems, thrashing our way through the college boards, But the day ended at last. What would it be? a PC. or Sam Houston Institute of Technology? . . ,My name was called. I walked to the platform to receive my diploma. As I walked back to my seat I looked at my classmates. Some were sad, others happy. Next year they would be spread all over the country. Some of the boys I had known I would never see again, others I would meet again in the years to come. l3ll