Cranwell Preparatory School - Bell Tower Yearbook (Lenox, MA)

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Hear-.-X. Carr. CI. Nelson. J. Gaynor. P. Ilaggerly. I.. AIIIIJFIISIIIU. T. 0'Brien. J. 0'I.anghlin. E. I'lIZSlIll0llS. W. !Xl4lrn'li. J. hill. J. Inner, J. IIIQLQLIIIS. I.. 'NIel.le-Ilan. llirlflle -J. Kay. P. Printnn. J. Burns. J. Nlalinny. H. Slialler. lj. llinnillun. F. l itzI'alriels. W. Has- san. I'. Nnilli. W. llnglie:-. J. Driscoll. NI. IIllll'TWli'Z. L. Rowe. l 1nnl -I . I'iIPIll'iiIll. NI. Downey. S. Curiivy. II. 0'Neil. W. May. Fr. lllnriarly. S. J.. J. U'NeilI, .I. Kirlny. I, 0'fIm1i1nr, J. 'l'wf-slmllf-. -I. Larson. Class History I have stood in front of Cranwell I-Iall now for many years, in stony silence they all think, hut I have watched them all pass hy singly and in groups. I have listened to their chatter, their quarrels, their accounts of victories and defeats. I know them all well and they know me and the Christ Child in my arms. It is only natural, 1 suppose, that they should come to me, St. Joseph, and seek my aid in reconstructing the history of their class. As insignificant as the dancing Autumn leaves, seemingly as numerous, the raw boys came, who have composed the seed that has since sprouted and flowered into the graduating class of '49. Eagerly they came, puffed with the fact that at last they had reached that wonderful state of high school student. I recognized TIIPIIIVY-Ill'lI 69 0455. Q5'.,fQff?..i in 5 Nil . S lsr Q . H S gym 1 5 .o i IQQQ '

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the old timers' Billy May, Paul Printon, john Burns and John Driscoll. They hadn't changed. All things considered I found them a scraggly bunch to mould, but then all Freshman classes are a scraggly bunch. All shapes and sizes paced timidly about from little Artie Carr and Chris Nelson to big Ned Curly. Poor Fathers Burke and Cunniff, what pains I saw for them. Awed by the splendor of Fr. Maxwell's office they wondered what the coming year held. They found their responsibility a little troublesome at times and often fell into the role of prank-filled youngsters. The body of the class met for the first time and swiftly they were buddies , a real Freshman class. They plunged into the mysteries of Latin for the first time and made the acquaintance of a high school course. To the surprise of all they found it possible to master the secrets. Sports beckoned as usual. Football made its claim. Jack Higgins led the J. V. along with Rod O'Neil. Paul Printon held the line and Billy May and John Burns rounded out a promising backf-ield. Some of them entered a varsity game. The J. V. had an undefeated season and Fall ended with the Freshmen well rep- resented in the football world. Winter came only too soon, and with it came hockey and basketball. Frenchy Fleurant, the flying Freshman from Woonsocket, won a place on the second line in Hockey He teamed with Billy May in a scor- ing line which has lasted until Senior year. Basketball won more adherents as Jim Mahony took the floor accompanied by roomies jim Gill and Fen FitzPatrick. The knowledge that room 45 was a perpetual basketball court might explain their ability. Between Latin, sports, and blizzards, the third floor of St. Joseph's battled the second floor in the most exciting pillow fight in Cranwell history. With football helmets and pillows the second floor stormed the heights. Only at the approach of the Prefect did the affair cease, leaving many headaches. The origin of a certain immortal pie will forever remain a mystery, though I could tell. Mr. Sullivan will ever wonder. Spring washed into Cranwell and by May it had stopped raining. When the sun did come out the boys had the usual cases of Spring Fever. When the lake subsided and the diamond was revealed many were called to the new field across the road. Paul Printon secured a varsity post. Billy May grew faster but control was his trouble. jack Higgins proved his mettle and Artie Carr proved a fancy Helder, the mainstay of the j. V. The links were not deserted, Jerry O'Connor and Phil Haggerty could usually be found diligently working on their scores. Always at twilight one could enjoy those unforgettable softball games. The tennis courts were always active and in between times they studied. They took the acid bath of final exams, the most diHicult week of the Fresh- man year. I watched them eagerly depart for the summer vacation. Some of them returned during the summer for a repeat performance, but everybody can't be a genius. The warmth of summer still lingered in my carved figure as I watched car after car emit the noisy horde that meant another school year had begun. This class was Sophomore now, but the honor weighed lightly, like a thread on their coats. New faces I soon became accustomed to flowered in abundance. I recall the fiery mop of John Tweddle, the twang of Indiana clinging to Al Larson and .5 zbsixzwi fi ,wg Page Twenty three