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

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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

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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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. . . Ad Annos Futuros . . . who were lucky enough to have Mr. O ' Callahan not only learned Latin, but also increased our vocabularies immensely ( hubba-hubba. dull- witted, befuddled . . .). There was also geometry (SSS . . . ASA . . . ASS?), Knglish. a modern language, our elective of either chemistry, ph ysics, history or Greek and a health course which rounded out the schedule. The football team encountered another disappointing season, but ate turkey Thanksgiving day, beating English 14-0. November passed slowly into December and Christmas vacation. Vacation flashed by and it seemed that we were back in school in no time. January, February and March seemed as one. but this spring was a real eye opener. The advent of Spring brought with it the arrival of the mini-skirt and things were looking up. In June, we left school eager to tackle our summer reading lists! Class II The campaign season for the upcoming presidential election was picking up steam as we re-entered school to face our roughest year at Boston Latin. We were a determined lot for our scholastic records this year would determine the colleges we would attend. We were greeted by Mr. William Devore, a graduate of our illus- trious institution, who was beginning a new career at the Latin School as a welcome addition to the administration. Doubtless to say, we each vowed to do our best in the true Latin School tradition. Our masters turned out to be real slave drivers and kept us hustling every step of the way. Our course of study was Latin, Virgil’s Aeneid. advanced algebra, chemistry or physics. French or German, and history or Greek. In October, while Columbus was out celebrating his discovery of America, we were blowing our minds over the P.S.A.T. (Preliminary Scholastic Aptitude Test), our first taste of the College Boards. That fall, our football team experienced a poor season; however they squelched English in the “Big One on Thanksgiving Day 33-12. Earlier, the Detroit Tigers won the World Series and the Bruins were hot prospects for the Stanley Cup. Jolly Ole Saint Nick welcomed in another Christmas and we wel- comed a needed vacation. The New ear brought with it many resolutions and we resolved to buckle dow n and continue on our weary path. In sports, the swimming team finished a close second in the City Championship and set new State records. The hockey team kept us standing in our seats at the Arena as they racked up an 8 and 6 record. Mr. O ' Callahan Computer programing courses Mr. Conrad Jameson