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

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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.

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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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. . . e pueritiam ad virtutem . . . On October 15, the first “Moratorium Day’’ concerning the Viet Nam War brought a welcome break to the hustle and confusion (be- sides being an invitation to hook school — legally, of course). The football squad, this year, showed the potential for future suc- cesses as they wrapped up the season with a 6 and 3 season. On Thanksgiving day. the “Purple and hite overpowered the “Blue on Blue with a score of 40-0. setting a new scoring record in Latin- English game history. Before we knew it. the already too short amount of time dwindled away and our last Christmas to be spent at Latin School was drawing near. A very vital Christmas vacation was surely enjoyed by all. New Year’s brought the turn of the decade and a very-well appreciated slow-down in all aspects of life at Boston Latin School. We were now for the most part free to live our lives as Seniors. There was the Ring man to see and few last minute details to be taken care of, but for the most part, we were able to live our lives without any worries and to settle down to the business at hand: goofing off. There was still one tactful problem to solve. We were confronted with the dilemma of humoring those die-hard masters who insisted on working us until May 15th. As Lebruarv faded into March and March into April, and we began hearing from colleges, Senioritis came into full bloom. It wasn ' t un- usual to find Boston State’s Cafeteria emptying out just as the line at the tardy desk grew longer. One some of those beautiful spring days there never was a line at the tardy desk: since everybody got lost on the fens for the day. The Sports Banquet and the Prom came and went and we found ourselves with only two weeks of school remaining. However these last weeks (May 1 — May 14) were spent at home due to the Boston teacher’s strike. On May 15th. although the teachers were still on strike, the seniors returned to school to return books, badges and locker keys and to be officially signed out. The scene was one of chaos and confusion. Lockers and desks had to be cleaned out and books had to be returned to the cafeteria where we waited (and cut into) endless lines trying to get signed out. As we left the school we received instructions to be at the War Memorial Auditorium at 7:30 P.M. on June 8th. This would be the night we had worked six years to reach. On June 8, Graduation night, we met with our friends and talked over old times for the last time. The reception of our diplomas marked the culmination of our Latin School careers. Scenes of happy hours spent at sports functions, long nights toiling over books and busy periods answering test questions flashed through our minds. We will always remember the Latin School and be proud. Man on the Moon -■ •- • — .Vi Nexi.step: , Mars! . -3 I s - c. ■- » v • ... I ulv 20, 1969 “. . . One small step for man. one giant leap for nankind. ttJEStCffl uni 0?2 $£ COVT PD V . 1 L - LINSAI-E BASS 02V ' JON ,s TULA T IONS pftINCIPM. WtftatE ' ,v -o wnu |a„i«at iohs for fJ KAOE.Y. TV ACADEfY VltL CONTACT ' r . g :V ' ‘..T-r. THE NEXT rra DAYS T ;! - OF CONGRESS the culmination of six years