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

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• • • • • • Qui Nostros Spiritus F ingebant watching the upperclassmen, who suffered only one defeat in an other- wise perfect season. Of course there was Thanksgiving day, the 24-12 win over English provided a fitting climax to a great season. After the first of the year time passed more quickly than expected. The basketball team placed runner-up in the City League, thereby qualifying for a place in the Tech Tourney; however, the team was eliminated during the first round of the Tourney. The hockey team fell victim to hard luck with a 6-7-1 record. In March we were called upon to make our first important decision concerning our language elective for the next three years. e had to decide whether we were going to “Sprechen Deutsch” or Parlais Francais.” March soon faded into April and May. and Springitis once again arrived on schedule, only this year it was different. After almost two years at the most famous public school in America, we had become too sophisticated to read such things as Batman or Captain America. Rather, we advanced our reading to such intellectual pursuits as IVlad and the James Bond thrillers. Summer once again arrived in the nick of time. As we bid adieu to both those who were leaving and those who would return in the fall, somehow we knew that next year would be different. Class IV September, 1966, marked a new beginning for many of us at the Latin School. We were officially in our first year of high school. This meant that we were now eligible to participate in varsity high school sports, our school band, orchestra, and drill team. We were no longer committed to the sidelines. We were now able to represent Alma Mater on the playing field, and make her proud of us. There were also clubs to be joined, and other things to be done. Our high school days seemed to be ripening with age. hen we recovered from the shock of our new-found privileges, we noticed that our building was being over-run by creatures known as I B. They looked the same as we did, walked the same as we did. and even talked the same as we did. The only possible wav to distinguish the “A’ pupils (already two year veterans) from the “B” pupils, was the “A” pupils were marked by mental scars, and possessed advanced self-teaching assistance methods.” The curriculum was different from anything we had experienced in the previous two years. There was, of course English, but even that had changed. Instead of just grammar, we were introduced to Shake- speare, prose, and oral composition. The Latin we encountered was Ir. Aaron Gordon His Honor and Mayor White Mr. Philip Fox 13

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Anni Hi Fuerunt . . . Cafeteria See Saws Pre-Christmas blues season was topped off on Thanksgiving day as Latin squeaked by English 24 to 22. It was during this first year at Latin School that we became ac- quainted with many of her traditions. We attended our first declama- tion. we became aware of the haunting Mr. Meanor who would plague our lives for several of the next six years; we competed in those age old contests to see who could bounce the highest on the cafeteria seats (while stealthly avoiding the watchful eyes of those dreaded cafeteria marshals ) . Before too long it was Christmas time and a well deserved vacation was enjoyed by all. Returning to school after the vacation, our egos received a bit of a lift. W ithout the use of our tattered program cards we were now able to find our classes before the bell rang. We no longer searched for the fabled fourth floor swimming pool and bought fewer and fewer eleva- tor passes. As we walked down the corridors we heard less hissing, and we finally understood the significance of the black arrows on the stairwells. VI hile we were busy patting ourselves on the back we didn ' t even notice that spring was upon us. Then it struck, a mass epidemic of •springitis. The symptoms were 1. an insatiable desire for comic books 2. an itchy water pistol finger 3. laziness. June was soon upon us. As the final bell rang out we burst out of our rooms with a voracious roar — we had made it and we had our promotion slips to prove it. As we raced down the corridors for the last time that year we bid farewell to our friends for the summer. Some we would see next year, others never again. Class V those endless corridors Doe. Mae It seemed that summer vacation had just begun when we returned to the hallowed halls of the Latin School. We were rid of the stigma of “sixie and went about the business of baiting the newest editions to our school. The curriculum this year was for the most part the same as last year’s except that Ancient history replaced geography and American history. The teachers became more strict as we learned sentence dia- gramming in English. D = RxT in Math, and aerodynmaics in study periods. Latin was more exacting this year as we delved into such sy ntactical subtleties as ablative absolute, purpose clause, and the sub- junctive. Ritchy. the author of last year’s book, was no longer our guide through this year ' s Latin course. The football season was as good as ever, and we took great pride in

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. . . Muniebant Viam . . . a new kind of gvni Vlr. Perrv Jameson nothing like the Latin of before. Two new gentlemen. Baker and Inglis. appeared, whom along with Caesar had to be contended with. Gallia est omnia divisa in partes tres . . which translated literally means get a trot, while they ' re hot . . In our first modern language, we met such oddities as irregular verbs and idio(t)matic constructions. Civics gave us our first look at the workings of our government. The physical education periods became more interesting with the addition of smelly locker rooms, dirty gym uniforms, and a wider variety of activities in the big gym, (foot hockey anyone?). Mathematics was no longer mathematics, but became algebra. We were introduced to Messrs. X, Y. and Z. and a new villain. Superfunction. Another fall also meant another football season. Injuries plagued the team that year. On Thanksgiving day English, 20 point favorites just slipped by our team w ith a 20-18 w in. The Yule Tide season brought with it peace on earth, goodwill to- ward men and a much needed rest for 350 weary foursies”. The hockey team was not successful in its bid for the city champion- ship. The basketball team was foiled of its state championship, but captured the city championship. The second half of class four was just as, if not more, frustrating as the first half. Time seemed to drag by and we thought spring would never come. Springitis arrived to prevent 350 young men from going beserk. W ith the advent of spring we knew that June was not too far away. Electives also had to be chosen for classes III and II. These decisions would determine our goals for the next two years. Among the electives from which to choose were: 1) chemistry 2) physics 3) greek and 4) history. Summer came at last and all of us received a well-earned rest . . . but only until September. an afternoon at the arena Class III We, the survivors of 3 years at the Latin School, looked forward to classes as the halfway mark in our careers as Latin School men began. It was difficult to concentrate on our studies during the first two months. The Red Sox were battling with Minnesota and Detroit for the American League pennant. Later when the World Series came to Boston many school days were skipped in order to attend the games. However the Sox lost the series to the St. Louis Cardinals in the seventh game. Our subjects were becoming increasingly difficult. Latin consisted of the orations of Cicero (through which we easily trotted). Those of us