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

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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

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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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Cardinal right ' 27 ami his “Boeing 707 Class elections Class President, Bill McHugh . . . Et nos Transferebant . . . The February vacation brought a chance for a well deserved relax- ation period. The ending of the February vacation brought an end to the ice and snow and began to thaw out the cold and barren regions of our brains. In March, we were put to the test. Vie took the N.M.S.Q.T. (Na- tional Merit Scholarship Qualifying Test) or the National Merits as they are known to the laymen. The results undoubtedly indicated the efficiency of the instructors at Latin School, as 36 of us received Letters of Commendation. 9 Letters of Merit and 2 became Finalists. Soon spring was in full blossom, but we had no time for the usual lrivolities of Springitis. For spring brought with it the dreaded March and May College Hoards. After months of preparation, however, the exams were almost antielimaetic. By this time the Enrichment Lecture Series was in full swing. Visits by such prominent people as, Nobel Laureate Dr. George Wald, in- spired us intellectually. In April Dr. Martin Luther King, a devoted crusader for civil rights through peaceful and non-violent means, was murdered in Memphis. Two months later. Senator Robert F. Kennedy, a leading contender for the Democratic nomination for President of the United States, was assassinated in a California hotel, while celebrating his victory in the crucial California Primary. In May our class elections were held. We had to decide who among us would receive the honor of representing our class. The results of those elections were: William McHugh — President. Robert David — Vice President, Dennis Curran — Secretary, and John Favorito — Treasurer. None too soon, that harrowing experience known as Class II was over. We left for summer vacation knowing that next year would be a combination of both happiness and frustration. Class I A summer which ended with the U.S. landing a man on the Moon, climaxed by Neil Armstrong’s famous words “This is one small step for a man, one giant step for mankind marked the beginning of our Senior year at Boston Latin School. This was it. Five long years (some even six, seven . . .) would culminate in this final year. We eagerly anticipated the priviliges and “laziness” that come as part of the Senior year. However, our dreams and hopes were soon shattered when we abruptly found out that our Senior year was not going to be “all play and no work as had been expected. College applications had to be filed and mailed. Boards had to be taken and cried over. We spent more time in the Guidance Office than the counselors them- selves. Smiles and Politeness became the order of the day as interviews dragged on endlessly.