Boston Latin School - Liber Actorum Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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307 THOMAS WILLIAM SHEEHAN, A M. English 1923 — ad multo.s annos “ITo ' A ' os if i oo ‘••‘•re i iii( to live foi-rrc)-; Iir(‘ as if i oo irt rr iioiiui to dir todoo. Room 307 or “Club 307”, as it came to be known, has been the nerve center for the Class of ’50. Although not given to bragging. Club 307 — when confronted with the facts — has to admit being the l est home- room ever to grace the Boston Latin School. Providing innumerable greats in all fields, the Club was resplendent with i)ersonalities. We were fortunate in having Mr. Thomas Sheehan as both English master and homeroom moderator. If ever a teacher had a pi’o- found effect on his pupils, Mr. Sheehan, by his wisdom and humor, is that one. In return, we hope we have not disaipminted our beloved master. For a course comjdete in every requirement of mathematics, we owe Mr. Peter Kozodoy richly deserved thanks. Under his guidance, we liraved the rigors of Math I and found that, with such a thorough back- ground, we had little trouble with “Ye Old C.E.E.B. For an interesting course in both American and World History, 307 is indeljted to Mr. Aaron Gordon, whose “fantastic stories” and “fascinating individuals” will never be forgotten. Following his advice, we have comihled a list of great books to be read in the next thirty ears. Although we found that searching news])apers for that extra- point (piestion was useless, we did make invaluable discoveries . . . FPL ABNER, KERRY, DRAKE, PEANUTS, DROODLES, etc. “One for living” was the motto of “Brother” Boylan. beloved physics teachei ' . His new book. “The Moral Tilue of Ajiplied Physics,” w hich stresses the basic princi])le that “. . . you can ' t get something for nothing . . .”, has t)een i)laced in i)rison libi’aries throughout the nation. Chemistry — quantitati -e and qualitative, gravimetric and olumetric — was the subject through which IMr. Daniel Shea projected his so ft-spoken and sympathetic personality. How often we have smiled to see the little fellow pondering his “slii)-stick” and sighing softly to himself as he calculated our towering grades . . . “Another .0097 out of ■1.00. Those dog-dabbed, flannel-mouthed fakers ought to be boiled in . ' •ulfuric acid !” Class Soihe-. .B)SEPH KONGO

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304 GORDON FREDERICK IRONS, A M.. Ed.M. English Department Head 1948 — ad multos annos “OpportimU n conies to all. Be readit fhroii( h noirk and education to make the most of it.” Room 304 has left its indelible mark on the school. Congratula- tory messages from Reykjavik, Pyongyang, Galway, and East Berlin have been received: but let us give due praise to our long-suffering masters. Because the class had chosen chemistry as its fifth subject, the boys were split into two groups (one luckier than the other). One “bunch of flannelmoLiths” assembled for class under the inspiring direction of the one and only Mr. Shea. In his laboartory every one acquired a knack for doing things “the Navy way.” The rest of the room gathered with Mr. Thompson in the room with the bottle of KIX on the shelf and learned that with a teaspoon of starch, a blowgun, and a bright blue flame, it is possible to singe the eyebrows of the lad in the first seat without even waking him. History was taught by that “loose constructionist” of 208 — “Muzz” Pearson. Among the known facts brought up was that the second chorus of “Rally round the flag, boys” was a significant result of the Civil War, according to ’’source material.” We shall try to forget Mr. Pearson’s quizzes on Canfleld, Faulkner, Dorf, Magruder, Survey Terms, Economics, Political Terms, and Current Events (whew!) ; but we shall never forget the work we put in and the results achieved. Mr. Boylan, the genial master of ceremonies on the “Something for Nothing” show, tried to acquaint us with a smattering of physics. Indeed, Russia’s lead in scientific achievements is in jeopardy while this modern Lavoisier continues to influence young men to pursue a scientific career. Our Latin periods were spent in 335, where we were exposed to an intricate system of 1-4’s, 2-3’s, and a b c !: d’s (answers to daily choice tests). “Hoppy’s” horribly horrornym sheets provided much entertain- ment for the class. To Mr. Lyons, our homeroom master and English teacher, we give heartfelt thanks — not only for his patient understanding, but also for his dry, subtle humor that has carried us through a most trying yet enjoyable year. 23 I Class Scribe: PETER CONLEY

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332 j { JOHN FRANCIS DOBBYN, A M., lAl.M. I Mathematics 1927 — ad multos annos “Do it uoo lioo ' t postjtoiic anil tosk, hoirevrr ‘ disaurreohlr. ' ' As the strains of Aidd Long S)jiie fade away, the toastmaster of 332 raises his liquid-containing regular right cylinder and says, “Men, let’s drink a toast to our masters. “To Stonewall Rosenthal, the man who couldn’t have anything else u]) his sleeve if he wore a kimono. “To ‘Dan’ Shea, the first ])erson to fling dayi ' ate acid into the air and catch it on the third bounce. “To Frank Carroll — Buzzer, sir, buzzer. What did you say, son ? BUZZER. Oh, Hello. “To or Aardvark Marson, the man who pi ' oved the uselessness of vocabulary sheets and for whom we’re sony he had to be stuck with a group of illiterate scientists. “To Jack Dobbyn, who has seen us through our final year (Lord willing) at Latin School and who some day we ho])e will find a bug strong enough to push down the walls of 332. “And finally, L’chayim! To life.’’ AU.: “L’chayim.” C u.s.s- Scrilx’ : RICHARD WEINER 25