Milton Academy - Yearbook (Milton, MA)

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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!

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K9Y95 and H01C0mb- Coffee and the Duncans at Mr. Torney's The fall of the year brought the soccer season, and the team's roster included such luminaries as Dave Wheatland, Chris Kaiser, and Harry Holcomb. Kai and Wheatie, our watertight defense, sprang few but notable leaks, and both stormed through to earn berths on the basketball team. They provided two of the few oases of hope in an unfortunate season. Wolcott House fostered the wrestling team, con- tributing Captain Sam Taylor, Tim Clark, Tony Gaenslen, and Mike Hapless Henderson, our most not- able casualty of the year. But the prominent bent of personality in Wolcott House this year labored in the cultural. Conspicuous intellectual triumphs illuminated our meteoric careers like smudge pots. With minor improvements on the imperfections of the Great Bard, William 1 Bill l Shakespeare, the Wolcott Players broke with hackneyed tradition to spirit away the coveted Christmas skit prize from the very clutches of Robbins House. With a courageous and novel interpretation of Macbeth, Act IV, Scene 1, we overwhelmed our startled audience, faculty as well as students. We were terrihc. The horizon of our in- terests extended in other directions. jonathan Swett, our amphibious Anglophile, spearheaded a gallant literary renaissance as head of the Lit, abetted by the fertile imagination of Nones Gaenslen and his dead cat. The Chess Club plunged to new levels of confusion and despair under the able leadership of Tim I Forgot Clark. An unprecedented schedule of three interscholastic matches was set and unfortunately forgotten, which circumstances caused VP Henderson to throw in the towel. George Keyes found vent for a great interest in history by enhancing the Historical Society with it, and by promulgating his theo- ries on creeping socialism. Tim Clark, of Chess Club fame, fared better as a debater, a field in which his memory was surpassed only by his eloquence. Tony Gaenslen, on the other hand, spent an arduous season searching for his first win. Sandy Greene passed an edifying year in the bilge of the Nautical So- ciety. Like Sandy, Harry Holcomb was a hand before the mast in the society, as well as being one on a merchantman off the Canadian coast. When not otherwise occupied with the New Deal, George Keyes would spend his weekends hopefully shortening chains and lengthening brake rods on his antique fire engine. Harry Holcomb, on the other hand, tackled a less spectacular, but more reliable, Model A. His pursuits, however, spread beyond the narrow scope of the mystery of self-propulsion to encompass the an- cient science of timekeeping. The punctuality of the Chapel bell, Wolcott House, and George Keyes were all regulated by Harry. Chris Kaiser and Dave Wheatland were the uninhibited among us. Although Chris could not quite match Wheaties for pure passionate fervor, he made up for it with his unparalleled wardrobe and radical hair style. N.B. fNevergiveupthe Battlefield? Greene, by-product of the Revolu- tionary general, disgusted his fellows by consistently aceing physics exams, math exams, and poker sessions. The short-wave bands fairly teemed with Messages of Urgency and Importance as Mike Hen- derson communicated with the natives of far-off Dedham and exotic Braintree. Jonathan Swett stalked the trail of Truth and Knowledge, driven by an inner thirst for learning and his faithful cup of instant coffee. Not only was Sam Taylor, our house Monitor, trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave and clean, but he was also reverent. Need we say more?