Milton Academy - Yearbook (Milton, MA)

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Memories, it is rumored, are all that may remain of the old Robbins House in a few years, and may- be it's a good thing, for they seem to be the only force holding the hallowed building together at this moment. At any rate, the class of '59 has bequeathed its share to the grand heritage, and, while taking a short tour of the house, one may easily see it in the making. Quietly dodging the corridor athletics that are in progress, observed aloofly by Al Zobel, and under the able supervision of that genial master of fun and frolic, Harold Weed, one is safely established in the First Class Corridor. The sound of intermittent cheering emanates from the direction of the piggy pen, and upon sidestepping Rob Smith's afternoon stockpile of food, and opening the door, messieurs Butler, Lehman, and Ames, D. instantly greet one with a loud chorus of shhhhhh etc. It must be another close athletic contest. The sound of a running shower draws one into the bathroom, where Fuzzy Ames is energetically doing pull ups on the pipes, and Hobie Tope is quietly taking his final shower of the day. Don Cummings is changing razor blades for his before bed shave, and a few cynical remarks, coming from the corner of the room, firmly establish Brown's location. Sounds of laughter from the jungle indicate that Stevo Parker is, once again, wildly telling a story to the muscle bound ears of Thaxter, Harkness, and Fine. The only other noises are the conflicting rhythms of Daddy Cool and The Music of Chet Bakerf' Finally ending up in the Head Monitor's room, as most everything does, one sees Puss Kinnicutt and Timbo Taylor over in a corner. All that is heard is an exasperated no Keeny that expresses a great deal to experienced ears. The monitor's room slowly fills up, and before long, the usual evening bull session is in full swing. With loving memory, the boys recall the two masters who have since gone to their rewards. In two quick years, it seems that the high points of Bucky Harrison's teaching career were the Thundering Herd and a circular deposit of Karo syrup. Although mystery and legend surround Mr. Lloyd Urdahl's first year Cconga lines, bird dog rallies, etc.J, it is certain that his departure at the end of his second year was viewed with a great deal of regret. Of course the more obvious eccentricities of the present regime were not overlooked. For who could forget the what seems to be the trouble here? of Mr. Hawkins, or the white sock prepiness of Mr. Marr? Of course the changing moods and flashing forks of Mr. Millet and the battle cry of our leader, Mr. Hall, in the eternal fight against Har- vard, professional athletics, and the Little League menace, will be permanently etched in the minds of all. Suddenly a creaking door and a measured footstep announce the well-timed arrival of our pedantic housemaster, Mr. Daley. Leaving us with a few sesquipedalian words, he disperses the session with a sweep of his well manicured hand. The Robbins House Christmas skit. The Common Room after dinner I 9 f

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The typical day in Forbes House is calm and relaxed - or so thinks an outsider as he views the re- spective members and customs of the house. However, such is not the case . . . An unearthly alarm shatters the early morning calm of 5:00 AMg Charlie Bolton shakes and wakes himself up enough to finish that extra long English assignment that he should have completed last night. The rest of the house curses softly and rolls over to catch two hours' more sleep. At seven, life appears in Welch's and Williams' room. Geo, after carefully pushing his hair out of his eyes and viewing with dismay the day Mr. Herzog ordered him to get it cut, notices his rope bracelet is pretty well worn-out and needs replacing. After rummaging through his drawers for a piece of suitable rope, he start weav- ing the new bracelet like a jungle medicine man. Timmy, meanwhile, has awakened enough to scan the array of pictures on his bureau fhe appears in 90? of themb and to cringe slightly at the sight of Welch's mangy lionskin in a crumpled heap on Geo's bed. He paddles into the bathroom to brush his teeth and shave. There, Brin Ford greets him with some comments about shaving once a month and to the effect of well-it's-about-time. After a successful repartee about not having to shave at all, Tim retires to the relative quiet of Geo's company. Brin returns to his room and, after fiddling with some homemade vol- ume controls and having some anxiety about overloading his two speakers, fills his room fand every room within a fifty-foot radiusl with the vibrations of WCOP. He disregards the math book which should remind him of the impending test, and, instead, contemplates the tracking efficiency of his homemade Before the Alcoves' inspection. DiSCUSSi0n before lights. turntable. Walter Channing has heard the seven-twenty yeller, which at least means that he won't sleep through breakfast, even if Zog would let him. After selecting the proper music to get up to, Walter re- lapses onto his bed and maps his social events for the coming day - and night. On the third floor, life progresses at a slower pace. Mike Bentinck-Smith shuffles out of his room just after he hears Swett start for the bathroom and his morning ritual. Mike makes a mental note to do an overhaul on his 1958 Ford 60 and to find some sucker who might possibly buy his Lafayette. Dennis Bell has procrastinated on his long paper long enough, and so this morning he starts his first and last draft ftoday is the day after it was duel. Dennis has let his room get a little sloppy, so now papers and letters cover his maple furni- ture and hi-fi. Spencer Borden hears Dennis' music, and, banging loudly on the wall, tells Dennis to turn it down. Finally emerging from his room, which is drenched in eerie green light, Spen, looking a bit dishev- eled, is ready for breakfast. His favorite breakfast comment - More cold, please!