Brooks School - Bishop Yearbook (North Andover, MA)

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outspoken fashion, told the senior prefect right off that he didn't like his looks. The results of this rash act were very much the same as when Senator Wilson the year before told Mr. Kingsbury that it was his ideal to do the least work in the most time. With Larkin as an active member we began like T. S. Eliot to find dissected frog and dead cat in strange places. Willy Frick gave the wordjive a new meaning for us boysg Hobbs became a big operator and started a mouse ranch in his roomg while Finley made mints selling voodoo drums direct from Haiti. This was also the year of the Great Goat Bubble in which Leonard sold gilt-edged stock in a bunch of nanny goats to the faculty. The goats and the stock vanished away and the whole affair is still shrouded in mystery. The fourth year found us en masse in the Inferno, plus J. Dexter and Fletcher Gill. What a year! Willy Frick got a set of darts from his father and demolished part of a wall in his room with them. Nothing daunted, he filled up the gaping holes with the rotting remnants of a twelve-pound cheese which had been ripening outside his window. Unfortunately, Bingo, who lived oppo- site Frick's apartments was experimenting with bigger and better carbide lamps, so that the escaping cheese and the fetid smell of carbide blended into a nauseous gas which pervaded the Inferno. In the name of Science and the physics department, radios were constructed by ambitious brethren and tested diligently whenever Glen Miller came on. Since we all lived in the Inferno, we all worked together and Place and Philip worked overtime straightening away the problems of young men who had the misfortune to be taking algebra. To further increase this homey feeling, animals were imported by you know who. Fessy, a morose monkey contributed very little to the community beyond hawking and spitting and biting Mr. Kellogg, a nasty wound, on the thumb. Our other guest was a sweet little nanny goat. After considerable debate it was decided, because of certain facial resemblances, to call her Thornton or more affectionately Thorny.,' This was too much for her, however, and despite the constant efforts of the whole house she passed away. At this point from the amount of catalogues and packages and general junk Howing in like the tide with every mail, we began to suspect Danforth of working for a vice-president of Brooks Brothers or Sears, Roe- buck. Also, he was constantly in close touch with the consumer's digest, possibly to check on Miss Seely's activities. When at last we departed for vacation, the Inferno had a permanent list to starboard and the foundations seriously loosened. Came the fifth form and radios! RCA erected several temporary factories to take care of the sudden demand, Decca and Columbia issued bonuses to stockholders and the Lafayette company voted a special letter of thanks to Fletcher Gill for pulling them out of receivership. Outsiders entering Mr. Carr's dorm, were so brutally beaten by sound waves that they very often collapsed before they could reach the stairs. The climax usually came on Satur- day night when Mr. Carr battened down the hatches and tuned in his astatic pickup to the I-Iit Parade. Everyone had a radio and we all shouted when it hit us, yes indeed. Soper owned a squat monstrosity that made, played, and broke 8

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ing powder were as common as flies and every pocket concealed a fifteen shot Buckrogers water pistol. Fortunately, the winter term closed before a state of pure anarchy could be reached and Breck and Butler celebrated the coming vacation with a monster powdered soap battle. During the winter term the style of some of us was slightly cramped by that iniquitous institution, probation. Breck began to concentrate on growing and was so successful that one night his bed gave a quiet sigh and collapsed. Mortimer Hall took on a full time job as Leonard's stooge and the great Robot turned to art. Keeping in close touch with Epstein, he created horses of every size and description and even had some of his presentation pieces gilded. Coburn's main diversion was looking for his glasses and brushing up on his battleships. Thayer spent a good part of his time over on the Woodchuck skiing with Doctor Howe and became so-ah-good that he has improved very little since. The climax of the term came at the cabaret when the first form put on a play written and directed by Mrs. Waterston. It was called A Day at The Races Cthe Marx Brothers cribbed the title from usj and packed a stiff dramatic punch. Leonard, with bowler and cane, was a multi-millionaire stable owner and Thayer was his darkey stable boy. Butler was outstanding as the rear end of a racehorse while Dearborn held down the front end. Coburn, a villain to the tips of his moustache, aided and abetted by a Mexican CHallj, managed to steal the horse the day before the race. Playboy, the horse, was recovered in the nick of time and won the race. When Coburn first entered upon the stage the audience, seeing that he was obviously the villain, hissed loudly and Coburn, unaccustomed to the usages of the stage, fled terrified into the wings. After some assurance, however, he tried again and the show went on. Breck and Butler celebrated the closing of term by grinding All Bran into each other's beds. That spring we all moved down to the cage to make way for the St. George's crew, and completely shattered Morgan and even made a dent in Wells Stabler. As syphons and bottles spewed their sticky contents, a stream of orange crush followed Morgan as he staggered out into the night from double pie bed. Next year there were gaps in the ranks, but new faces too. Soper brought a charming New Haven atmosphere into our midst. Adams took our pictures. Slater kept us well informed about the local trains from Oshkosh, Mich. to God Knows VVhere. MacNichol told us tales from the Ohio woods. Philip made us realize Manhattan was a borough of Staten Island. Again coming to the fore in dramatics, our form scored with Cyrano de Bergerac. The whole thing got off to a bad start when Coburn, who was prompter, dropped his glasses and cued Beal in four pages ahead. From then on people wandered on and off at will. Soper's part came unpinned from the inside of his coat, rendering him useless. Thayer was wounded to the quick because as Cyrano, they refused to give him a false nose, saying his own was large enough. The crowning blow came when MacNichol in the midst of an impassioned love scene suddenly snapped his fingers and said, Aw shucks, I forgot! In our third form year came the hurricane, also Bingo Carroll, who in his 7

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the records in one simple action. It was impossible to listen to R. Frick's phonograph for very long because everyone has to hold their breath to hear it. Heymann and Boynton came from the four corners of the earth fToledo and Santa Barbaraj to room together and get red marks every day, through no fault of mine, to quote both. We also had the distinction of being the first fifth form ever to be in the Battalion, where we distinguished ourselves. Poop-deck Pappy Pyle took the curves out of two trumpets and dislocated his Adam's apple putting hot licks into Retreatg and Beal stuck his hand through his drum twice. When sergeants were chosen height played a part all out of proportion with its actual import- ance, and R. Frick, Thayer, and Gill found themselves at the end of the line. While Frick and Thayer went to the third company, Gill played dirty billiards and by standing on a mole hill, became a corporal in the second company. Then, before we knew it, we were sixth formers, which, while a bit of a shock, gave us only momentary cause for pause. Inches blossomed forth like a gaudy butterfly to become our merry little ray of sunshine. When everyone else scowled darkly at their coffee, Inches burst out like new wine from an old bottle showering good morning, all and nice day isn't it left and right. This had much the same effect as dangling a Christian martyr before some hungry lions and the whole table would reverberate with groans and cries. The fact that no one threw a grapefruit or a plate of scrambled eggs at him, merely proves that one's initiative and energy are lowest at breakfast. Inches also made a bid for the title of best-dressed man in the form enlisting the resources of Squeeze. But Boynton was on to that one in a Hash and soon had three new suits in the production line. Both, however, were completely outdone by Heymann who had entered into a deep understanding with Jonas and together they produced a pair of cashmere pants and a white blazer. Incidental to this struggle was Coburn's combat to keep his room clear of tropical worsteds and utility tweeds. The dance was a big success and an unusually large percentage of sixth formers had girls up. Notable exceptions were Danforth and Thayer who having been, as the old saw has it, once bitten were twice as shy. We all knew Adams was a smart business man and when that item in Missionary Society report Loans SSO appeared, it confirmed this opinion. But we completely misjudged Henry Luce, the sly dog, until in the Memorial day parade he marched, well out of sight of the rest of the Battalion, beside a little de-icer in a nurse's uniform who fainted away in his arms. Due to the heat, no doubt. By popular vote, Hobbs was elected the best dressed in the form, W. Frick most likely to succeed in getting a job posing for Vitalis ads, and it was unanimously decided that George MacNichol had become the school's most perfectly developed man. It was also the opinion of the judges that Philip would be head of a correspondence school. A fur lined teapot went to Bingo Carroll for the outstanding athletic achievement of the year. While skiing by the lake shore, he fell and broke three windows in Russell house and completely moved the center part of the hill to the bottom. 9