Blake School - Reflections / Call O Pan Yearbook (Hopkins, MN)

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-Oku Council. '25. 27. ’28 Football. ’27 Baseball. ’25. '26. '27. ’28 Captain. Baseball. ’28 Hockey. ’26. 27. ’28 Debating Team. '27 Choir. '27 Dramatics. ‘26. ‘27. ‘28 Stage Manager of Dramatics. '28 Fifth Form Declamation Contest Junior-Senior Dance Committee. '27 President Class. '25 Class Historian Torch Board. '27 Union. '27, ‘28 Varsity Club JOHN MCCORMICK HOLLERN Entered Blake 1915 Holly. Mare Dartmouth The grey mare is the better horse. In his stormy career at the old school ' Holly has borne his many adversities with a patience characteristic of his namesake, the Old Grey Mare. He has suffered in silence Cleve's multifold upbraidings for misuse of mouthfilling polysyllables, an expression of mute reproach on his countenance. His versatility in athletics has astounded all and sundry, for he has been one of the mainstays of the football, baseball and hockey teams during his last year in the forest primeval. This spring he was shifted from his accustomed position of catcher to that of pitcher and has bid fair for being numbered among the Mound-Builders of Blake. Because of the fact that he embarked upon the deep blue sea of Blake School life when most of us were learning the safe navigation of our perambulators, and because of his admirable perseverance in seeing the fight through to the grim finish. ’’Holly'' was elected to chronicle the achievements of the Class of 1928. The reader may see the finished product on page nineteen of this book. CaOtat emptor. Of late he has taken up the fascinating game of bridge, and if the authorities at Dartmouth request him to leave it will doubtless be to save his fellow students from bankruptcy at the hands of this wizard. Page Twenty-six

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ClU, Torch Board, '27 Publications Board. '28 Union. ’27. '28 Treasurer. Union. '28 Williams I heme. First Prize. '28 Debating. '27 Choir. '28 Dramatics. ‘27 Class Prophet JOHN HENRY HARVEY Entered Blake 1923 “Jack” '’Bishop.” ’’Peter” Yale A man who could make so vile a pun Would not scruple to pick a pocket.” The worthy Bishop, with his smile that is child-like and bland, has been sleeping through his recitation periods for quite some time now. with the tranquil serenity that only the very young may know. Always a bit fatigued in the mornings, he is shown every consideration by an understanding Faculty, and along about the seventh period he manages to come out of it. quite freshened after his little siesta, and ready for the daily duel with Monsieur Bosanko. which usually is terminated, after three minutes of indifferent combat, with the complete collapse of both contestants. The sole songster in the class, he may be seen of a morning being hauled to his feet by his fellow choristers, only to break out feverishly with Ain't Got Nobody, rendered with intense feeling but practically no melody whatsoever. In spite of Mr. Cleveland s caustic comments on his literary efforts, he has developed a style all his own. darn it. and with it he is piecing together what he is pleased to term a mystery story for the Torch. Being as how this story is still in its earlier spasms of growth, the Bishop has decided to stay on and stick it out to the end. which, at a conservative estimate, ought to be some time in 1942. Page Twenty-live

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Captain. Debating Team. '28 Strieker Cup. ’28 Secretary. Union, '28 Union. ’28 Williams Theme Contest. ’28 Publications Board. '28 Valedictorian ROBERT OAKES MACNIE Entered Blake 1920 ’ Hob.” Lillie Mac. Wildcat Plushing is the color of virtue Yale And in this corner, ladies and gentlemen, we have the child prodigy of Lake Place, the Boy with the Bulky Brain. We point with pardonable pride to our Valedictorian, the only member of the Class who can work a problem in long division clear through to the bitter end. Me has often been mistaken for a faculty member by near-sighted old ladies visiting the school, and we have it from a reliable source that one of the mental ciphers in the Lower School addressed him as ’’Sir for the belter part of the year. The Class has always thought that some sort of honorary degree (the third degree, for instance) ought to be conferred upon Bob for the prodigious amount of free tutoring he has contributed. but when the time came, the captain of the debating team put his foot down hard and said no. he didn't think he cared for any. so there you are. It's a lot to expect, but if luck is with him. the boy may pass his Boards this June, and then maybe they'll get a little sense down in New Haven. Page Tiventy-seven