Milton Academy - Yearbook (Milton, MA)

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ACW, or, Needlenoseg it had its own philosophy, hood-ism, and besides all these, it had the fair- haired god Apollo, only slightly disguised . . . There was the Back Corridor set: Wad and Hitz, jovial hosts at many a contraband eve- ning study-hall party. They served punch, played entertaining music on their plush hi-fi sets, held free-association-of-ideas orgies, and all this without detection by Mr. Torney fwho was nluvzys trying to crash these peaceful gatheringsb. There was Bert back there, athlete, and pos- sessor of the world's most famous noseg there was Scratch, the house comedian, and Pete, con- queror of the Colorado River, and the only person in Medical History to survive that dread disease, paper poisoning. And I guess Kemp was in the Back Corridor set too, only we never saw much of him . . . he spent the entire year laboriously slaving over a note of obviously great aesthetic value . . . but I mean really, a whole year to produce three pretty short paragraphs . . . Slightly smaller than the Back Corridor set was the Front Corridor set. It was here that Phil Spalding had his hoodquarters. Down the hall was room 00, domain oftR.B.E. Kennelly, a big wheel in the motor club, and Bill Shaw, who was not only a CB Veep,lbut a major factor in the prosperity of the Brown Mule Tobacco Co. 1 J Even more striking than the Back Corridor set and the Front Corridorf' set was the T.V. fTim'n'chas' Valhalla! set. Tim and Chico converted an originally handsome room into a classic, vice-ridden den of iniquity. Next door, Tom Bolton completed hisgextensiyeaeading pro- gram, and telegrammed occasional Bolton-isms to political allies of :the Teetgtaler Party . .., It is useless to go on, you, the readers, can neiel: Linderstand the greatne Wolcottfs cilass of '60, You, who have never entered into the intellgctnal dinin b my-ersa iong you, who have never banged your guitar iand hollered you1Zf,lungs soge 00, yhpgnglnlt fest, yoga, who have never had tasty plug of tobacco, while the if tgwete iff ,ap you can knowi. . . it is b yondwyog coniprehgnsion . . fl B Q' is I Al , -we 2 ll Ygggikfast Hoods perform 4 ,+, '.1 an . Y W , ,X , 4 . ,--a ,y-y., - S A ,a N- . What are you doing tonight honey '

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o a First Row: Bigelow, Prouty, Runton, Davis, Upton, Vanderbilt, Abeson, Kinney, Perone, Lannon, Feldman Baker,,,,H., Burling, P., Donald. Second Row: Clark, A., Nash, Weir, Millet, D., Parks, Pocock, Mr. Bisbee: P-Q you ef Yr' ,,.. Mr. Iorney, Mr. Bryant, Wadsworth,, Thompson, P., lylack, Bet feld, Groves, ,. ig , rmstgong, Hart- , Tis- 4 zell, J., McKenna. 'Flzifd Row: Q,hor,gfSpenger, Perrygfl,H.atch r,. Fe, fP., Talbot, R., ' ' , Donahue, Hartzell, R. Fourth Row: lylaconiber, Dall,i'3iQrKi 7 141313, Kennelly, r -iw Whitehead, Devens, Cunningham, D. Q A 3 ft . ,f 'R Q 0 X.. The room became quiet, conversation ceased, expectant eyes focused on that authoritative individual, Mr. Torney. The date: 1957. The occasionfa stern lecture. Those present: The Wol- cott House third class, a heterogeneous bunch, synonymous with trouble. They were a wild horde, a rankling, plaguing affliction to the faculty. They rioted, broke furniture, sported ille- gal radios and television sets, snuck out of doors after lights every night, and chewed tobacco. But now they were quiet, Mr. Torney, the poor man who was burdened with them for from four to six years, prepared to speak. He cleared his throat, the tirade was about to begin. His first five words will echo down the halls of posterity in ringing perpetuity. You are a strong class . . . It is now 1960, that group of troublesome third classmen has matured, they are, at present, troublesome first classmen, next year they will find someplace else, and go there to be trouble- some. The school heaves a sigh of relief. They were a diverse crowd, coming from all backgrounds and walks of life. Some came from the hoody south side of Chestnut Hill, while others came from the society-conscious north side of Chestnut Hill. There were the tres riche and the noveau riche, the conservative Cleveland Republicans, and the ultra-left-wing radical Bahamians for Bohemians, whichever' you preferl. There were natives of Missouri, of Fitchburg fthat great industrial centerhi of Beyerly Farms, and of far off Armenia. . . .,..,,. f ' A But let us look at this cast of infamous characters more closely. How did they differ from the other houses? They lacked the conceit of Robbins House, they were more ii' refined?.than..Up-, 4 ton and Forbes, and their pranks made the pseudo-hoody Day School look like a bunch of Sun-if ' day School children. In short, Wolcott alone attained what the' other houses longed for: Pere fection. The Wolcott mathine was a study in efficacious beauty. It had three Merit Scholarship finalists, it had a magnificent intelligence system, more elhcient than the CIA, known as the- if qc. . 1. -atb A .s. ,L . g sf, . .2

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iibfilili. Dingleberry, jake and Zeke chez Sturges John Zamecnik: Monitor, head of the Science Club. He was a geological expert and was fond of explaining that it was only a matter of time until the foundations of Robbins House would give way. john Millet: President of two clubs, active participant in numerous others. At the Christ- mas party, he was given a butter knife so that he could 'spread himself even thinner.' These two illustrious members formed the jake and Zeke column of the Orange and Blue, which gave countless laughs to subscribers, and untold headaches to the censoring board. But, to continue. john Meigs: the one intellectual in our midst. He was quiet, efficient, and was incessantly muttering something about having to read thirty-six plays in one night for some special little English teacher. Dick Keyes: Soccer Captain, sometime musician. He was always picking on his banjo, at least when he wasn't getting beaten up in the Common Room of Robbins House. But let's go back . . . way back . . . ' to September 1956 was a big month for three little fellers and one decidedly bigger one. Unaware of what lay before us, we four fledglings, along with Pigeon himself, were gathered under the care of Mr. Sturges. Under the able supervision of Mr. Wells, we learned the value of balloons and laps. To while away our leisure hours, we drank tea and received 'pinkbelliesf But our ,one major addi- tion to Cor subtraction fromh the .house was the driving of Mr. Wells to matrimony. This was also the year when big john fell his door. Other-imilestones, such as milk- carton wars, the game of crew, and flying little leadftglletsg ,highlighted our first year. The third class marked the beginning of our sporadic, but completely one-sided, conliict with the Robbins House Ca poor little place somewherel which lasted the duration of our stay in Milton. This was touched off by the thick coating of caramel sauce received by our beds