Webb Schools - El Espejo Yearbook (Claremont, CA)

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Close shave. . . . Boarders handled study halls on Friday and Monday nights, and dayboys, ioining hands against a common enemy, took over on Saturday. Seniors built, staffed, and managed Sign, Webb's tradition-shattering book-selling bookstore. Seniors were in the vanguard of every- thing, were the leaders, the pres- idents, and the editors. Another year lurched into, and out of existence. The Seniors leave. The year was unique, it was precedent-breaking and prece- dent-setting. There were bigger and better rallies, there was a bonfire, a bus trip to the Winter Olympics at Squaw Valley, a new dorm, and a get-it-yourself culture kit complete with movies in Claremont, if not plays in Los Angeles. Among the Seniors there was a less publicized revo- lution. The Senior Committee was elected by their classmates in late September to spearhead a vital movement: the Seniors wanted less faculty control and so took upon themselves the task of government. Three boarders and two dayboys made up the committee. Generally, its func- tion was to maintain reasonable order in the Alamo and in the, Library. The committee was an experiment, a fairly successful one, and it established a healthy faculty-Senior relationship that may become tradition. Such stuff as yearbooks are made of. A Senior Swat.

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President Gaynor, Vice-President Thomas, Secretary- Treasurer Handschumacher. THE SENIORS Senior Barbecue. The Senior Committee: FIRST ROW: Gaynor, Mr. Wilson. SEC' OND ROW: T. White, Whitmore. MISSING: R. Atherton, A. White. ln some respects 1960 for the Class of '60 was a year like all years, and a Senior year like those preceding. Yet it was set apart by a host of details, some significant changes-certainly no year was quite like it. It was hard. With graduation, the last phrase of basic education was finished, done, over, dead, and soon to be forgotten. The sooner forgotten, in fact, the better. Glad to get out. lt was the last of high school, in part the slow, ineffable trag- edy of age had begun. lt was a crazy year, an impatient year, a short year. V.,- varied and remarkable. No fewer than eight Seniors became Finalists in the Merit Scholarship Program. There were more above-ninety scholars and mem- bers of the California Scholarship Fed- eration than ever before. Even under the impact of Seniority, the Seniors maintained their standing, which is a neat trick. It was, of course, the Seniors who provided brains, muscle and the leadership in all sports. They raised so- phisticated Cain when possible, while specializing in showers and shaving cream. An occasional anarchist tossed a bomb into History, but the leading students went ahead with a special project anyway. Others wired the re- painted Mo with pretty lights in Proiect S. J., but went unnoticed. Most of us regular guys had enough to do culti- vating attitude, losing faith, and pep- pering camels with straws.

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Known among the bourgeoisie as the boy with the 1960 Cadillac who can't afford any better, Tom Ackerson has for the last four years lifted our spirits even in the darkest of moments. Tom has lent his ability to a wide variety of sports and extracurricular activities in- cluding Track, Soccer, Football, and La- crosse. Avid member and Vice-President of the Trap Club, he also found time to contribute to Blue and Gold, Art Club and to the Choir. Tom trekked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and often to the Avawatz with the Peccciry So- ciety. Following in the footsteps of his father, Tom plans to study pre-medi- cine at either Pomona or Occidental. Ack will not be remembered for such insignificant accomplishments as four years perfect attendance but for his bongos and his always, well almost always, iovial personality. TOM Ack, ack, ack, ack, ack, ack, ack, ac