Milton Academy - Yearbook (Milton, MA)

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A History . . . I imagine if you wanted to write a class history, you'd have to go back to the year 1954, unless you were a real scout who wanted to probe the ancient annals compiled by the 14-year members. It was the fall of that year that the class of 1960 was eligible to enter the sixth class. Thing was, most of us didn't. Most of us were still going to school at those little pre- prep schools that you hear about now and then. Most of us were still seventh graders at Shore or Fenn or Dexter or Charles River, and it was just about then that we were starting to worry about getting accepted at a prep school. We probably dropped by for a look at Milton that year or the next, and we probably had a little chat with that tall, skinny man with the funny name that sounded like Peacock. A few more of us entered by joining the fifth class in the fall of '55, A year later, after the new kids had been absorbed into the fourth class, we were almost all here. We had made the transition. One year we were big men at our little pre-prep schools. We were team cap- tains and leaders of the student body. We were men of great responsibility, heroes to our- selves and to our underclassmen. But we gave all that up. We suddenly were no longer big men. We were little flunkies at Milton Academy, which was a famous and magnificent institution of higher learning. Those Warren Hall days were days of getting used to the place and adjusting to its tra- ditions or what-have-you, and they were days of learning to understand the faculty and the upperclassmen and ourselves. We learned that there was a girls' school across the street. I guess actually, most of us knew that before we came, as a matter of fact, maybe if some of us hadn't known that, we might have gone to Exeter. But on the whole, our years in Warren Hall were fairly successful. Our Warren Squads turned in respectable records and we man- aged to put three of our members on varsity teams and several on the second teams. Our collective 'genius' at all sorts of things was already popping up in unexpected places, even in studies. Third class year rolled around, and we moved over to Wigg Hall. The third class year must be considered as sort of in between yearg sure, you get a little more freedom and all that, but you're still just a pretty insignificant little cog in the big machine. You have to toe the mark and make way for the upper classmen and obey the rules and you just have to face it, you're not very important. Nevertheless, we enjoyed that year. There were sports, of varying degrees, and there was a play, The Admimble Crichton, and there was Glee Club, and the Festival Chorus, with the Boston Symphony and Boris Goldovski. There were the many clubs and activities, that began even then to clamor for our time.