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

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In facing a brave new world, which is not always so brave, but ever new, a Senior is cog- nizant of the sense of already belonging ta a group which has been unised for a common purpose. Sometimes the unity has been uneasy and the purpose dimmed, but the feeling re- mains and forms a pattern that never fails to touch the measure of a lifetime. There will be other groups, some perhaps more permanent, but none will bring more poignant ties. It is on the threshold of maturity that man first catches a glimpse of the stature which is his to com- mand. That look, when shared with others, is unforgettable. John Henry Funk SENIORS

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First Row: Egan, C. Casselman, Robinson, Birnie, M. Nigro, Wallace, A. Brooks, Second Row: R. Stewart Litvack, Lockshin, Bartol, Druker, Hall, Third Row: Karp, P. Shapiro, J. White, J. Smith, Fourth Row: Hightower, J. Parker, Morton, Perry, Lynch, Fifzlz Row: CLASS EXPLANATIO Actually, it's pretty difficult to explain exactly why. You just don't know about this sort of thing. You never know. That's why it's probably best to take it from the beginning, where it all started. That was in the Lower School, in Grade Five. There were thirteen of us then: Nigro, Egan, Duncan, Druker, Robinson, Moravec, Mattlage, Densmore, Burroughs, Berman, Danser, Ladd, and Wales. We were just a bunch of kids, not really knowing what to expect. The tirst shock of reality came early, as we, in our own innocent fashion, tried to enter the Monkey House by the stairs in front. The lot of us was immediately assailed by a screaming horde who told us in no uncertain terms that the 'Seventh Grade Steps were saorosanct. Well, that killed that, and for two years we had to go in by the side door. Pretty soon we got settled into routine. In the afternoon, we would all traipse into the Rest Room, and listen to Mr. Gregg read us Red Horse Hill, a story of love, lust and passion for the eleven-year-old mind. It was all about a kid who had a horse-might have been a dogg we're not sure- and the horse ran away. C75 Enough of that. We found to our surprise that Robinson was the only intelligent one among us, being alone on the first Fifth Grade Honor List. He had learned to do things the Belmont Hill way. This 1 Willwerth, Furcolo, Weinbaum, Bradlee, Willett, Har- rington, Sixtlz Row: W. Ross, Boehlke, Meyer, Colla, Keyes, Moravec, L. Palmer, Cole, Duncan, Seventh Row: Barnard, Petrie, A. Johnson, P. Worthen. Missing: E. Hubbard. was also the only time that Nigro ever missed it. Anyway, it was enough to make a president of Donny, an honor the distinction of which we doubted some, since the Howe Building hadn't been built yet, and real student govern- ment was as yet uninitiated. Fifth Grade geography class found Robinson combing Nigrois hair, and Nigro combing Robinson's hair as Mr. Gregg explained the rudiments of cartography. Shortly thereafter, it was found that the Super List had evaded the grasp of this intrepid pair. And so it went. While the birds sang merrily in Mr. Gregg's favorite swamp, we moved on to the Sixth Grade, all except for Bing Burroughs, who moved on with Dad. The next year we returned. Our numbers were increased by Ted Bush, Mike MacMann, Charlie Starr, Bill Ross, Bill Karp, Drue Linton, Peter Shaw. Paul Weiss, and Jon White. Really not too much happened that year. Maybe it was because we thought we'd have enough fun when we elected David Berman president. We still didn't have any student government. But the year wasn't entirely empty. They divided us into sections, and we came to realize the difference between A, B, and C. The midgets had an un- defeated football season, and Mr. Gregg got mad at Nigro