Milton Academy - Yearbook (Milton, MA)

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Lunch in the spring. ' K ' ww ' ... M . , Back Row: Jackson, Holcombe, R., Pappas, J., Laing, Walker, Cowen, Rogerson, Ladd, Rugo, Elliott, White, Carter, N., Beyer, H., Brewster, Pope, A. Fifth Row: Perry, F., Crocker, J., Holmes, Lewis, W., Chick, Beyer, E., Forbes, A., Dickson, P., Pile, Hurd, Sullivan, Mixter, Sise, Thompson, Farnum, Cheev- er, R., Weyerhaeuser, R., Bowers, Stillman, Sutherland, Reimers, Swan, Robbins, Vincent, Chute, Taylor, D. Fourtla Roux' Swindells, Gray, Ames, K., Weyerhaeuser, H., Smith, H., Coburn, L., Cherau, Brooks, Delano, Carter, J., Brewer, Reiser, G., Grandin, Brigham, D., Faxon. Third Row: Brown, E., Walcott, P., Dickson, W., Joplin, Withington, Rust, Pope, R., Burgin, Reiser, R., Dugan, Hull, Haigh, Trott, Claflin, R., Roberts, Slate, Forbes, P., Perkins. Second Row: Giles, Kinnealey, Tudor, Mac- Phee, Allison, Coburn, J., Francis, Dyson, Wood, Flynn, Kane, Cangiano, Carter, Claflin, T., Jones. Sitting: Kitchin, Hayward, Holcombe, T., Harding, Crocker, P., Field, Whelton, Willis, Tenney, Rotch, Freedburg. Absent: Class I: Bradley. Class II: Pappas. Class III: Brigham, G., Bryant, Fay, Horak. Class IV: Scullin. Class V: Snyder. Class VI: Meadows, Schwartz. The Day School

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Four decidedly timid and definitely eager fourth classmen entered Upton House in the fall of 1955, completely unaware of the trials they would have to meet in a decidedly Sturgean atmosphere. In the past four years the number has increased to six, and none of us has yet regretted his experience. The first impression we received of Upton House was the gently rocking motion induced by a stiff wind, usually a northeaster. By the time Cokey had been hung out the third story window by his heels, and the third class had attempted to assert its dubious power, we knew we had to cope with other than scholastic problems. We recall the great laundry riot, Katherine's bout with the milk cartons, and trying to defy Mr. Wells' sharp ears at six A.M. The third class was one of general chaos as Bancroft joined us. It is doubtful whether we established a new record, but the final toll was: two closet doors fdemolishedjg one plate glass window fshatteredlg several dozen oranges C rotted under floorboards and certain chairsbg bounds ffor all of uslg the plague hit, and Ben became a celebrated Falstaff. All this plus loud radios and tiger cheese apparently drove Mr. Wells to matrimony. A relative calm followed the storm as Fred joined us in the second class. This was the year of sun- bathing at exam time, the Upton House golf links, and Rick's hot Stude. But not to be forgotten was the very successful softball season and the league championship. Cokey took up the guitar and sports cars in hi-fig Fred got a cork for Christmas, and Nick and Mike drove the first class nuts by discussing philosophy until all hours. And this year the Friday teas came into importance as an instrument in controlling the masses of Robbins House, and we generally made its common room ours after supper. But perhaps we have presented the wrong side of the situation. For we have come away from Upton House, not with a feeling of boys who have raised hell for four years, but with a deep respect for the house, the school, and the masters who have taught us here. - We especially wish to thank Mr. Sturges for his help. In and around the house we learned to ap- preciate his sense of simplicity and straightforwardness, accompanied by a clever wit. Whether it was by a simple admonition or a warning against spreading ourselves too thin, Mr. Sturges was always there. Mr. Glazebrook's stay here has also been a great asset to the house. He has not only aided us academically, but has also provided us with many amusing moments which will not soon be forgotten. Upon judging the evidence, there is only one logical conclusion we can come to: that is . . . even though it is the smallest house on the campus, Upton House is the best! Mr. Glazebrook arrives for breakfast. Returning to the house after softball

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4 Though the Day School is the largest faction in the school, it has fewer traditions than the trapped boarders. Even so the 8:10 club grew this year. The envied day boys seem to have arrived a little earlier than usual this year and gathered on the steps of Wigg Hall to view certain members of the MAGUS. Fittingly enough, our leader is the athletic Gentleman jack Coburn. His blue VW is consistently the first car to pull in beside the gym. Thus he is the first Day Scholar out on the steps. Phil Allison, whose familiar name is Tubby, is probably best known for his sports achievements. Yet he will never be forgotten by those in the club as the member who strictly adhered to the code and duties of the mailman. Mark Cangiano, who people insist has a gun in his car Can ollicially inspected Ford beach wagonj is what a master of the classics department termed a buFfoon. Tom Claflin, the class ornithologist, enjoys the outdoor life of a camper, but is frequently kidded about his worrying com- plex. He was on the Blazer Committee hung in effigy by D. Ames. Sports cars are Bob Dyson's biggest interest. His knowledge of the different pick-ups of various models is astounding. Bill MacPhee has the same mania. We remember once when a red blur tweaked by on Centre St. He identified it as An Alfa Romeo Giulietta Sprint Voloce. Tasty! A card playing ballplayer, john Pixie Flynn, is an official associate of the Pink O along with Carter, Cangiano, Wood, Allison and the Greek. joe Kinnealey is the class stoic who meets every situation with the same grim determination. He could be seen during all the vacations running to lower his time in the mile. The club's occasionally late arriving radical is Barry Giles, a strong advocate of new freedoms for the Day Scholar. If there is any need for a scientist, Steven Ted Jones is the man to contact. For, although he sometimes forgets the 2,3,4, and 2, 2, 4 trimethylpentanes, he is otherwise reliable. The Day School unanimously agrees that its cynic would be Godfrey Wood to whom no one appears without defect. He feels it is more challenging to invite two or three girls to a dance and then try to get out of the ensuing predicament. A familiar sight around the campus is an old, red Ford convertible with a blown out glove compartment. The proud owner of the chariot is fourteen year man Rico Tudor. Peter Kane is the club's official fisherman. Logically, he uses a strong line and irresistible bait. Lew Carter has two trademarks by which he is easily recognized: his tan raincoat and his tan Studebaker. Such are the men and boys of the Day School. Cangiano. A group on the Wigg Hall steps