Montclair Academy - Yearbook (Montclair, NJ)

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...IS H HHHIHN We, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Fiftyftwo, dedicate with fondest regard, this, our yearbook, to H. Craig Morse. Every Montclair Academy student, at one time or another, has come under his influence, as a science teacher, mathematics teacher, dis' ciplinarian, track coach, or friend. Six years ago he organized a track team from practically nothing. His first team was made up of only a few boys. Today, he has a winning team that can boast of a roster of nearly forty boys. Depth and more depth is needed, so he has built up a farm system from the seventh and eighth grades. During the fall he organized a cross-country team, which just finished its third year. But his interests in sports included more than just track. Formerly, he coached Academy j.V. basketball teams. Many may remember his wcllfcoached football eleven from the eighth grade running plays out of a T-formation. This year, he was instrumental in reforganizing the cheerleading squad. His tremendous spirit has been an inspiration to us all. Like all good sportsmen, he has a burning desire to win. And like all good sportsmen, he is gracious in defeat. With victory hanging by a thread, he allowed three technical disqualifications in a track meet pass by, resulting in a close decision from which the Academy came out on the short end. Most of us felt sure the other team would not have given the same breaks to us. Each of us will carry one fond memory of Mr. Morse forever. There's the Green Hornet. The baseball hat and brown and white saddles. The flashy shirts accompanied by flashier ties. Those on the track team will never forget his famed demonstrations of the shuffle step and the western roll. His exte'mporaneous speeches. And his Saturday morning breakfast club. But at Toms River or Walden House, Montclair Academy was first and foremost to him. Not a kn0cker, he constantly plugged all Academy teams-Aathletic and nonfathletic. But often he would blast those ndofnothingfbutfrunfforfthefbusu fellows. We will never forget him. The following boys will report to Coach Morse dgmqngtrafgg the right Mr. Morse awaiting the arrival of his me on Saturday . . . . . technique at the training table. Mountains-

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H CRAIG MORSE . The Green Hornet t t.

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The athletic field a few days before the final game of the season with Newark. This field was made possible by the generosity of parents and friends of the Academy. View of the Academy from the corner of Bloomfield Avenue and Lloyd Road. The picture was taken before work had begun on the new athletic field. 8 A ,L fy - favs if 'ff'