Belmont Hill School - Belmont Hill School Yearbook (Belmont, MA)

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Sixth Form Front Row: MacArthur, Parkhill, Taber, Hurd, Togneri, Repetto, H. MacMahon, Fox, T. Hunt. 2nd Row: Millard, Estabrook, Jaspert, Lindenberg, Blacklow, Weiss, Eaton, Pusey, Fogg. 3rd Row: T. Mostrom, E. O'Neil, Wilkins, Swift, Sumner, Davis. 4th Row: Forman, Yood, Goldberg, Canfield, Elwell. 5th Row: Corcoran, Kelleigh, Bolan, Murphy, Burch, Shaw. 6th Row: Griswold, Federer, Sears, Ashley, Nazor, Benda. FOR

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THE SIXTH FORM HISTORY In the last eight years, sixty-seven boys have been privileged to consider themselves members of the Class of 1955, and in these same eight years twen- ty-five have fallen by the wayside. This leaves forty-two stalwarts who have run the gamut of the Belmont Hill School. It is these handsome faces and amazing careers that you will see and read about as you turn the pages of this magnificent volume. When the doors of the Lower School opened in the fall of 1947 twelve boys took their seats at the front of the study hall as members of the Hfth grade. P. Burch, Neil Blacklow, Bill Griswold, Dear Arthur Murphy Calready developing a reputation for himselfj, president-of-his-class M ac- Mahon, ,Iohn Fox, Sam Parkhill, Tom Mostrom, .losh .I aquith, Dick de l'Etoile, Dave Taber who quickly left for an absence of two years, and Pete Taylor were the young gentlemen who formed this select group. One incident we remember about this year is the Parkhill-Taber brawl. The Animal was a comparative infant then, but his warlike instinct had already been developed. As to who won the fight, arguments are still flaring, some say Taber refused to continue after his hat disappeared, while others insist that Parkhill complained of losing a rubber. The referees, prominent members of the Mole Patrol, were not around for the Hnish since they had left for rest period to snuggle up in their blankets and listen to Mr. Gregg read another installment of Red Horse Hill. When he wasn't busy reading stories, Mr. Gregg taught us geography. While the rest of the class watched him show where Neptune was on the model he had posted above the blackboard, MacMahon and Parkhill were content to stay on this planet and explore with tin helmets in Africa. Many times also, ,Iaquith entered class only to find himself sit- ting back in study hall half-way through the period! As the Class of '55 became class 6, Don Robie, Walter Welch, Bob Cain, Bruce Hammond, Tom- my Goodale, Tom Hunt, Gil Swift, Larry Wilkins, Ted Davis, Chris Benda, and last but not least Slobby Bobby To neri, came to Belmont Hill. The following year Tirought still more changes, Dave Canfield, Tony Federer, ,Iim Wilson, Bill Kellett, and Arthur Freeman came, while Ham- mond and de l7Etoile decided they liked the sixth grade too much to leave, and .Iosh', decided he didn't like Belmont Hill and left for good. The Class Six Newsletter was the first of many publishing ventures and gave us needed experience for the Log, the birth of the Panel, a Sextant facelifting, and lastly this Yearbook. Editors Blacklow, Griswold, MacMahon, and Burch turned out a sheet which for a time ap- peared on the newsstands every week. Things like the Lower School math classes are unforgettable. Loud were the groans when Mr. Croke originated his famous two-question, A or E tests. In the seventh grade, Mr. Mulliken's fabulous cost-profit homework problems were often done in a fine Russian manner-collectively. In all this time, Messrs. Burroughs and Togneri failed to convince us rabid fans that the Red Sox would lose the pennant. Of course, the yearly cycle of fads was present, first the yo-yo's, then the rubber bands and paper clips, followed by the devastation of the water guns. Many half hoursw were handed out in consequence. It was also in the seventh grade that the We want Blacklown campaign ended the reign of Hugh MacMahon as class president, while the Pawnee project campaign Ca point for each pound of stones from the football fieldj ended the reign of the Mohawks as intramural champs. Finally the great day came. We were big boys now, as was evidenced by proudly shedding our raincoats and rubbers. Over the hill rolled a moth- eaten and overweight flock, led by the then-slim trim R. President Tog. For Robie and Welch, the D-days were too good to be true, especially since Welch's ice-cream supply never ran out. What with cleaning up in Croke's Casino, the temptation to fall victim by the wayside was too much to dig just once. Also, unfortunately, Silver Skates Goodale left for the metropolis of Chicago and was never seen again. But when it was heard that the famous Nay-od was to be among us, a multitude came breathless to shine in his wake. The Study Hall was finally patched up and re- paired following the initial shock, but the handi- work of newcomers was still much in evidence. Many were the names inscribed on the desk tops, some even being removed so that better and more carefully carved monograms could be executed at home. Among these inscriptions for posterity were: Buzz, Slow Ed, Greg MacArthur for the second time, Hood Clark of Lexington's lower south side, Hugh My Ambition: Le Mans Nazor, and the Somerville Scoffer. But also among the new- lookers were those of the beef trust: J. Doty, D. Here I am back again Taber, and H. Yood, and those not-so-beefies, J. Pigeon, .I . Eaton, and W. Peck Elwell, Esquire.