Middlesex School - Yearbook (Concord, MA)

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MIDDLESEX SCHOOL CONCORD, MASS. CLASS HI TGRY OR In With the Hurricane, Cfut Witl1 the Draft 'ASO you think you're going to graduate? He leaned back in the chair that we had placed especially for him. And so you'll be leaving us now. It wasn't so very long ago that the first bunch of you little fellows was dumped off at Eliot Hall. There weren't many of you, but enough to put a little twinkle in Mr. Baldwin's eye. Let's see, there was Taylor, Winsor, Bisbee, Foster, Bishop and Plory- And Doyle and Truesdale. But they dropped back. too rough for them. 'lYes. and Ward went on ahead a class. But there was one other one. Oh yes, Sundback. You can't very well get around him. Someone groaned, and the old janitor went on. 'iThat was back in 1939, the year of the hurricane. The year the war started, too. Murph Hnally lit the dead cigarette which had dangled miraculously from his lips as he spoke, and then he resumed. You boys have spent the biggest years of the world's history right here at Middlesex, but you aren't much differ- ent from all the rest of them. Everything else changes, and you grow up, but boys stay the same. Your fifth class of Brown, Clay. Mead, Ellinwood, Murphy, and Farrington did the same old things: canoe trips, walking east to your rooms, and dumping each other's beds. Yeah, but before he left Murphy taught us his method of catching high flies M-on the nose. And Doug, he stayed right up to the end of the second-class year, when he joined the Navy. He's off on some destroyer now, probably drumming the heck out of the bulkheadsf' He always was an awfully good drummer, But Murph got started again. I've seen them come and go, and they're pretty much the same. Little fellows, in the fifth and sixth, who think that fun consists of comic books and candy. But then they start to change, and school is nothing but Page Fourteen