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

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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

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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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again, breaking his beloved globe in the process. It all started when Nigro and Starr began to prove, quite con- vincingly, that the North Pole was not the top of the earth. Oh well! Music classes were fun too. Every Friday we'd crowd into the specially equipped music room Clines on the blackboardl, and while Mr. Cowperthwaite cleared the frogs out of his notebook, we had spitball fights. No- body ever won these battles, though, not even Mr. Cow- perthwaite. By now we had begun to relish institutional food, Mr. Croke, who made up the seating assignments, liked to sup- plant his fare with birthday cakes, amassing a grand total of eleven during one two-week stint. There were few com- plaints, though, and even fewer left the Sixth Grade hungry. It was a good year, if you like that sort of thing. Seventh Grade arrived, and the Sacred Steps were ours. Other new additions were Wink Willett, Doug Hall, Don Rutley, John Litvack, Aldie Harrington, and Dick Birnie. Also a new music teacher arrived-the third in three years-and after a while he too gave up and went to Cornell. Robinson returned as Class President, starting his immortal string, which was fine, except that it was broken at an unfortunate time. Football saw Dougie start early, playing the older role, also playing on a particularly huge Junior football team. On the soccer field, Wink showed us that maybe besides turning red in Mr. Smith's English class he might be of some use to the Varsity in a few years. Jaro, or Yogi, as was fashionable, started a debating club, but parliamentary procedure, something which would prove to be of great use, demoted and dejected Jaro to the rank of member. Charlie Starr was not a good citizen, so Mr. Gregg gave him two half hours, one for being last in the milk line four days in a row, and the other for being sad. These two, along with the other thirty-six left a record never to be broken. Ladd learned how to play sports, and win, even if it wasn't the nice way, but he won often enough to get Mr. Dis prize. Elvis Hall thought that this was most un- fair, and we experienced the first of much bull that un- fortunately was in store for us. Litvack won some art prizes, which, unfortunately, were the first of many for him. Druker won a scholastic prize, which, unfortunately, was the last for him. Sping turned out to be a big time for baseball. Ladd was of great assistance when he was able to swear to himself, and avoid being censured by Mr. Morton. Druker was pitching some then. Graduation came and we got our first look at Mr. Funk. Golly, he wore nice clothes. The Second Form came, and we found that we had gained Wallace, Weinbaum, Lockshin, Cole, Bartol, Web- ster for a while, Howlett, McCormack, Stewart, and Nichols. It was a long walk over the hill, but J.H.F. gave immeasur- able fatherly assistance to help us make the climb. He taught us about all sorts of things in Ethics class, includ- ing sex. Some of us escaped taking it until the following year, and that was when we had Worthen, Pete let us know that it would be a far better course if he taught it, and few doubted. We believed him then. Some started to learn that money and happiness are nearly interrelated and so began to sell book covers at a small 200fZ: profit. Most of these had some college on the front, and so we started to choose our colleges by the beauty of their book. Not many chose Harvard, though, because Doug let us know that only finks went there, and he played Senior Football. That was that, and so everyone chose between Notre Dame, Michigan, Ohio State, and Stanford. They were awfully pretty. The Howe building finally came and with it came stu- dent government. We had our own Howe in fifth period study, but he wouldn't write us a constitution, so it was no good. What's a student council without a constitution so they can have something to do, like rewrite it. We didn't know, so Robinson didn't railroad anything really shaking at the Student Council meetings. We started to appreciate the new Chapel services, and particularly enjoyed an ex- hibition during which Bolan nearly blew apart the Chapel. That was fun. We were denied the benefits of Mr. Downes because they hoped to ease the transition from the Monkey House by letting us take only four courses. Even Nigro. Some of us had it even easier because we took Latin from the Jeep. Karp started to twitch a little more, but it didn't seem to hurt him much because he beat Nigro in Latin. We had a good Junior hockey team, but Ladd and Berman had considerable trouble deciding who would play first line. Mr. Sawyer settled it and neither did. During that term we had a perfect record for detentions, but three days before the term was over, four boys trespassed over the white line. Mr. Funk informed us that we were animals, but later revoked the detentions, and we finished the term like a bunch of nice guys. As Third Formers we nobly assumed responsibilities as heads of the Middle School. Some of us learned more about the man in the front office as we struggled through our first year of French with him. We would renew acquain- tances with him in the Sixth Form, but until that time, as he said, we would remain dead from the waist up. He de- cided that he would give us hours that year, and to make up for last year's escapade, five of us served them standing. Some of us fainted and others did at the Tabor basketball game afterwards. We had a dance, but all of us left at eleven to go to the Kos's for a little bit quieter atmos- phere. Mr. Funk disapproved, and we never saw the second dance which we had been promised. Politics came to the Hill in the form of posters that could stick on anything. This was ended when Charlie Starr put one on the clock in Eliot and a few periods ran longer than expected. Some of us tried to learn about ancient history, but most of us spent our time gazing at the Moon. Egan, Litvack, and Wallace played the lead in an operetta which went well except that Litvack's voice changed three days before show- time, and so the girl ended up singing considerably lower than the boy. The boy, incidentally, was Egan, whose voice didn't change until he started making Sextant announce- ments when he was a senior. Danny' Barnard arrived three weeks late, and we all thought that he was a little rich kid from Europe. It was disappointing to learn that he was only another little wasp from Winchester, who had gotten the measles. He was the first to go steady, however, CLindaJ and he even kissed her after some pretty basic coaching from Worthen. All of us found out about Belmont society from Mrs. Nott's dancesg that was our last year of assemblies. It was also the first year of Ivy Joe Gurney. We had a fine time in English III- A8cD while Mr. Gurney diagrammed masterpieces of Eng- lish literature so that the board looked more like it be- longed in Room 18. Even Cole got disturbed when the cockroach in the inkwell of The Secret Shafer turned out to be a symbolic synthesis of Man, Woman, Birth, Death-