Milton Academy - Yearbook (Milton, MA)

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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

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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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and clothes. Thus we were compelled to put locks on our doors lfor to win they must attack when our backs are turned, and crawl along the window ledge to exit and enter our new citadell. Twice that year we had brushes with gray slips, but escaped unscathed. These were the times we laid waste to the board walk and imprisoned the second classmen in the coat room of Wigg. Other monuments of this year were the shin-kickers, Sir Peter Glazebrook, and the winning of the Twilight League. Under the stern tutelage of Sir Peter and the iron hand of jovial Joe Warner during the reign of terror, we managed to come through. 1958-59 was the year of enlightenment. We discovered Boston and its various hot spots. We were introduced to pizza, home-cooked or otherwise. Throughout the Spring, we soaked up the sun on the Upton House links and the roof. There were poker games in the bathroom after lights, and night flights to other near-by dens of iniquity. Combined with all these other activities, there was the diversion of academics. Warned that we were spreading ourselves too thin, we decided to concentrate on important things only. In spite of this, the big one got honors for the last quarter. To finish the year with a bang, there were the girls who tried to climb our rope ladder. And alas, Sir Peter was driven from us by the beat of The Battle of New Orleans and by the Black Marauders. The year of our graduation, we are finally on top of the stack. In spite of the unfair ratio of three johns to one Dick, we have made it. Arriving in September, much to our surprise, we find a marvelous co-existence in progress, namely a hawk and a pigeon living in the same nest. This is the year of green slips, dining room control, fiunky inquisitions, and closet walls. In june, we leave this hallowed house, never to return. For a while we will not be able to sleep at night, not being at school. This is not what you think, nostalgia. It is more the task of getting used to sleeping in a house which a gentle zephyr does not rock. And so, we pass on and say, Good luck! Upton I-louse First Row: Harrison, Ross, Taylor, Bowden, Jennings. Second Roux' Meigs, Sturges, Zamecnik, Mr. Sturges Mr Hawkins, Keyes, Millet, J. Third Row: Benfield, Ames, W., Fuller, D., Groves, R. H., Chace, Foster Cooper, Lewis, Woods. w t ' . Y ',.. -