Daycroft School - Milestone Yearbook (Greenwich, CT)

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Besides this Dan is teaching Arithmetic, Algebra and the Multiplication Table at M.l.T. and he has also discovered the 93rd Chemical element which he has named Daycrottium. 'Oh yes, l almost forgot to tell you, Dan is the great Einstein's left hand man. Danny goes around and picks up the scratch paper which Einstein throws away. lack Palacios has done awfully well since he graduated from Daycrott. He was graduated with honors from Dale Carnegie's School of Salesmanship. Ever since then he has been selling refrigerators to the Eskimos at the North Pole and hot water heaters to the Ethiopians in Africa for the Sears Roebuck Co. lust between you and me, lack has done so well in his high pressure salesmanship that he has sold the Brooklyn Bridge to Hoot Mon MacGregor and he is working on a little deal to sell the Lincoln Tunnel back to Mayor LaGuardia. By night Iohn Albee, our rhythm master, beats the drum in his own orches- tra, the Down Brats, at the Cotton Club. By day, he grades papers in a nursery school. This lite is slowly impressing upon the public his versatality. Because of -his rhythmic ability, Iohn is being considered for Bill Robinsons part in a 'Broadway revival of the Hot Mikado. And so we leave the Chattanooga Chu Chu pulling out. Iohn Albee 17

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Prophecy of the Senior Class of 1942 Here before me is my famous crystal ball that is to tell me the future of this Senior class of '42, which consists of my four beloved classmates and yours truly. So now if you will bear with me and use your imagination as freely as l have used mine, we shall look into their dim dark futures. fln- cidentally its hard enough to think of my own future without thinking of four others alsol. As l look into the fish bowl-l mean crystal ball, who do you think I see? Nobody! Perhaps I had better use some of Mr. Kinsman's window cleaner. Oh! Now the crystal is beginning to clear. A blurred figure is begin- ning to take shape. lt's growing larger and larger -- now it's getting smaller and smaller. Here it comes again! lt's a blue-eyed blonde. lt must be Iackie Wootton, the famous movie actress. She seems to be hold- ing something in her hand, why it's a sweater she's knitting. ls she go- ing to be a sweater girl or is she just advertising her latest picture fReviewed in Liberty's Four Star Epic! entitled, Must The Window Be Open So Wide? Oh yes! l almost forgot to tell you, that a movie scout discovered lackie jitterbugging at the Waldorf-Astoria to Guy Lombardo's music. Needless to say Iackie was the most outstanding dancer on the floor. She was first used as a stand-in for Kate Smith until after shooting about 10,000 feet of film, the director suddenly discovered that the discrepency between lackie and Kate was a little too great. Well, strip my gears and call me shiftless, if it isn't Muriel Curran com- ing into vision - Chewing gum! Muriel has been terribly busy since she left Daycroft, she is managing two jobs at once Cbelieve it or notl. Muriel graduated from Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School and she now has a wonderful job as secretary to the president of the company, R.A.W.W.W.W.W., CReducing Aids for Women Who Wanna Wose Weightl, and she is also running her own school called How to Relax. in Spite of it All . Muriel has Cin her spare time, of course! written a book on humor: When and When Not to Laugh . Confidentially, when Muriel tells one of her jokes, she laughs when she tells it, she laughs when you laugh and to top it off she laughs when she catches on to the joke herself. Now that Muriel has herself laughing, let us go to one who is a little more serious. This character is Dan Starrett. Dan has been working furious- ly on the Starrett butterfly, moth and bug collection. ln fact Dan has done so much for the study of nature and its wild life that F.D.R. has made an addition to the Starrett Sanctuary of last year. 16

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A Senior's Day The senior day at Daycroft begins at 6:30 A. M. with windows slamming in the adjoining dormitory. Since it is wartime, it is very dark and you cannot see. One by one the boys file out of the dorm up to breakfast. After a rousing breakfast we go to assembly where it is announced that there are some sleds outside and that it will cost the owners five cents to retrieve them. Then you are told not to be late to classes, or you will have to stand on your chair during English class. Next come the classes. The first class is English, a good three minutes of which are taken up in compounding the day's equipment from the arsenal in the back of the room. Why don't you get your books before assembly? Now go, for my aim with this chalk is very good! The room, which has been filled with people suddenly clears, leaving the victims of senior English at the mercy of the professor. lack, open the window! says the professor. The window is opened, and for about two minutes class proceeds on schedule. Then someone says, Does the window have to be open so wide? So the window goes down again. Then someone else says, lt's too hot. The window goes up again, this time not as far. And so it goes from hot to poetry, and from The Skylark to St. Agnes' Eve, ah bitter chill it was. In spite of its ups and downs the English class goes on, with no casualties, until the bell rings. Out of the six in the English class, four file slowly into the next class: History. The first question in this thriving class is When did the Civil War begin? -Silence. All right, we will put it differently: When was Lincoln first elected? 'Silence. All right, we will put it this way: When was Fort Sumter bombarded? - Silence is golden except in History class. You have not read your material, says the professorp I would hate to see you people in an exam. And so we go with questions fabout events which l cannot rememberl until the bell wakens us. Out of the four in History class, two dash down to the Math. room alias the Laboratory. Here we are greeted by the beaming face of the professor and the hum of the fan. Good evening, says the teacher, pull up a chair. So we pull up chairs and industriously start to work. After a little while our attention is attracted to a medium-sized box in one corner of the room, over the edge of which a small brown head looks placidly. Down, Stoopl says the professor firmly to the little dog whose curiosity has become greater than his common sense. Stoop, DCDWNV' says the professor in a much firmer tone of voice. The head disappears, but there is considerable commotion in the box. There are small whining sounds which, when they take no effect, change to growls and much scratching and uncalled-for moving about. At this point the professor goes over to the box and does some severe talking, after which no more noise issues from that direction. But noise does issue 18