Beaver Country Day School - Senior Yearbook (Brookline, MA)

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HISTORY

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LACROSSE VARSITY First Row: Mueller, Godfrey. Rubel, Ray, Sawyer. Second Row: Smith, Pinkerton, Pierce, Norcross, Ropes, McDonough. Absent: S. Tucker. BASKETBALL VARSITY First Row: Paul, Ray (Captain). Second Row: Johnston, Norcross. Hoyt, Thayer, Pcirson, Godfrey, Goodale, Burt. N. Tucker, Pierce, Harding, Ropes, Pillsbury, Pinkerton, Rubel, Meyer.

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FROM THESE ROOTS THE LOWER SCHOOL NURSERY But Mommy, I don’t want to go to school . . Inevitably, there it was. All we saw at first was a pile of bricks behind which the Little Red School house stood—our home away from home for the next two years. However, there were redeeming features; the sandbox, the sled shed, the apparatus .. . also less redeeming features; Mrs. Hcgemann’s office and the ever occupied corner. Already the developing personalities were becoming evident. Clare Dana discovered the opposite sex and decided to set up housekeeping in the sand castle which Barbie Ray and Pam Horst were alternately construsting and destroying. Miss G)ffin, our singing teacher, was not always happy KINDERGARTEN Hurry up Mommy, I can't wait!” We were club women at last. The club to which anyone who was anyone (in other words, everyone) belonged was the sled society. Our clubhouse was located underneath the Little Red Schoolhouc. One by one. Cherry Whitney, Holly Rubel, and the aforementioned personalities crawled solemnly on their stomachs through the hole in the foundation which led to the inner sanctum. Seated on broken sleds, we pledged our brotherhood. TRANSITION Where's my peanubutter sanwich, Mum? I wanna go to school now!” Tragedy struck in Transition—the boys did not return. Frustrated, as we tried to adjust to this terrible turn of events, we resorted to scraping the dirt from the with our personalities, and the sand didn't help the piano cither. However, the strains of Drill Ye Tarriers, Drill could still be heard on the hockey field, in the boiler room, and in the studio. At the end of Nursery School we had all matured considerably. Our distraught mothers read: Barbie is curious and at the exploratory age in her play activity ... Dough, finger paint and water play all interest Pam for short periods . . . “Dramatic play in the doll corner seems to be Clare's favorite activity . . With such talent our teachers were strangely unrclcctant to send us through the sliding doors to Kindergarten. Here comes the bride. All dressed in purple Stepped on a turtle And down came her girdle. Our lusty tunc shocked (we hoped) the unenlightened of the hockey field, the boiler room, and the studio. The teachers tried to cultivate our innate domesticity. We sewed ric-rac on the Kindergarten curtains, and Cherry was the chief ric-rackcr, or ric rac wrecker, depending on the point of view. cracks in the floor during rest. We struggled through our A B C's to the tunc of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star , all of course in preparation for College Boards which were to be taken eleven years hence. 66 A second grade birthday party. FIRST GRADE Grade one brought all sorts of lovely things including Ellen Wyzanski who had to get up at 5:33 A.M. to walk across the street (Now she gets up at 8:37 A M.). Upon arriving at school. Miss Jones offered us our mid-morning snack—crackers and juice— but we preferred paste and lined paper, which added the development of sophisticated taste to our growing intellects. Now we were in our advanced course of elementary reading. SECOND GRADE This year Dick, Jane, Mother, Father, Spot and Baby entered the class. Spot ran, Jane went, (she is probably still going) and Dick played, ad infinitum. The year progressed and soon winter was upon us—an endless train of mittens and leggings. Saralyn, our newest member, struggled with her undersized boots muttering, Never since the day I was bone . . ' In red-faced frustration, others of us lost our Northern Composure also.