Mount Hermon School - Gateway Yearbook (Mount Hermon, MA)

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5 Q 3: --5'-f -m..iI- .lj One, Nine, Five, Four! What's the matter? ' I wasn't sanforrzed' sped by with astonishing swiftness amid a fiurry of snowballs and hour exams. Spring vacation was extended a week because of the fiu epi- demic. Rarely have the cheers been more spon- taneous and clarion than when Dr. Rubendall made the announcement in West Hall. After four weeks of relaxation, we returned to cram and sweat for those terrorizing finals. The Sacred Concert was an inspiring spectacle, the Red Men upheld the school colors with honor in the lnterscholastic Track Meet, at last, we trembingly walked the last mile to the gym for our finals. What a disillusionment!-they were not half as bad as we thought they would bel After a summer of as little work and as many parties as possible, we took up our domain in Overtoun. Luckily for Machinegun Knapton and his Fearless Five, Drill Sergeant Wyman had moved out of Overtoun. In his stead the pipe- smoking psychologist from Princeton had taken charge. lt is debatable whether the marines or the psychologists were more successful in sup- pressing the Bauery Boys . We were now sophomores-not yet mature enough to act like sophisticated Seniors and Juniors, but astute enough to devise new methods of driving Bus- ter to the point of psychoanalyzing himself. We could also look down upon the new students with the cultivated contempt of the most experi- enced veterans. The athletic teams won their customary victories. When Mr. Bauer and the social committee decided that we needed the more cultural and broadening influence of the weaker sex, we held our second class party. The lights were less glaring this time and sur- prisingly enough, the girls had improved. As all vacations, the Christmas one fiew by with the same horrible rapidity, and we bade 5, .1 T W s, P , , -, .ph A Z ' -1 - , . - if 257- idx ft g- ., , fv Q ,Q .2555 if 'V g y i. 2 . 'I A 'Y ,-H ii i , ., ' Kiiifffl l i! Q3-.,.,fa'i' Q ' iii' 3 ,,. ,t , il' --sf 1 ,K ' lan l '- ,.rQf..L.Bi 'Lk October 73, 7953 good-bye to the amenities of home and returned with expressions of experienced gloom to our life of intellectual asceticism. The Bauery Boys perpetrated some ingenious schemes that winter in Rabble Hall . After bearing the brunt of our fiendish tricks for a longer period than even the great and enormous patience of our eminent Freudian is capable, Mr. Bauer finally consulted his musty volumes on super-egotistical catatonic psychotherapeutics, and after much study in the chapter of manic-depressive and electra-com-

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C4455 .XgCJL'i.50I FRIENDLY smile, a warm greeting, a re- straining hand, a matchless sense of humor -all these sum up in a nutshell the many at- tributes of the adviser to the Class of l954, Mr. Frederick E. Bauer. We know him as a teacher of math and economics, a coach, a leader, a wit, a true friend. To you, Mr. Bauer, we give cur deepest thanks. The Bauers Cfadd Jfhfsfory FTER sixty-nine years, D. L. Moody's dream was finally realized-the class of i954 had arrived. Taking us gently aside one day the year before, our fathers had told us that we were now men and our education was to begin. Well, here we were on a hot September day, standing in Holbrook Hall and waiting to meet the tall, pleasant gentleman in dark suit and faultless Hermon tie, our new-found manly coun- tcnances paled under the crushing grip of his handshake. After registering, we dragged our weighty trunks into our home in the Cottages. There we were welcomed by the smiling faces of our new advisers, Mr. Stent, Mr. Mirtz, and Mr. Ward. Immediately after lunch the famous Bassette Symphony under the able direction of Mrs. John Bassette was conducted in the Stu- dent's Store as the cash register merrily rang up our meager summer earnings in the purchase of textbooks. Mothers and fathers finally bade us an anxious good-bye, and we assembled in West Hall for our introduction to Chief Petschke of the dubious culinary art. The next few days were a phantasma-from the tests in the gymnasium to the blase, satiated seniors who curled their lips in a contumelious sneer at the pimplish lot of runts-Boy! the admissions office was really scraping the bottom of the barrel! But our Big Brothers kindly took us in hand and guided us through the rigours of those first days. Then classes and the real work began, not knowing that we were much more interested in Jane Rus- sell, El Toro Rineer introduced us to the great wonders of the earth's surface, while the Rt. Rev. J. C. Stent rendered us soul-inspiring epi- sodes from Habakkuk and Zephaniah-he also conveniently omitted Delilah. An eventful Satur- day night we dressed neatly for once and trooped over to Northfield for our first class party. Under the glaring lights we met the girls with the beautiful souls . That fall the Maroon had a victorious season in all sports, but we did not clean the dikes in Crossley for Mr. Dickinson with quite the same gusto as our cheering showed. As we sat in Chapel on a Sunday afternoon in December watching our first Christmas Vespers with awe- some ioy, we realized that the fall term was over and that we were Hermonites. Following vacation, the candidates for class office had their first experience of political fray. Ed Snyder and Paul Bergstrom emerged as the undisputed leaders of the Class of l954. As we were old hands by this time, the winter term

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xx Even chefs have to eatl Harvest Ball When Smoke Gets in Your Eyes plicated claustrophobia, he reached the enlight- ened conclusion that we were hyperdominant paranoids and that he must appeal to our psy- chical depressions if the inverts were to be sublimated. As a result of the generous gift of Mr. Bev- eridge, we had some of our classes that winter in the new Beveridge Hall. lt was pleasant taking our hour exams in rooms whose soft colors were so conducive to dozing, but as usual our exams returned covered with those horribly bright red pencil marks that completely shocked us out of our blissful contemplation of the mellow hues. Founder's Day followed with its snow sculptures, athletic contests and the traditional Happy Birthday, D. L. in West Hall that evening. Be- fore long we were again sitting anxiously through the last sermon in Chapel. With Dr. RubendaIl's semi-annual Well Done, the doors burst open, and we poured out for vacation. After spring vacation the softball games and sandlot football skirmishes began to appear. Fire crackers burst and beds flew over with amazing frequency. This time Mr. Bauer had a much more intelligible diagnosis-spring fever. We witnessed the last lnterscholastics to be held at Hermon, and some of us were fortunate enough to sing in the choir at Sacred Concert. The finals were no longer the devouring mon- sters that we had feared the previous year, and before we realized, it was summer vacation. Junior year found us mature and sophisti- cated-at least we thought so-and all too ready to challenge the supremacy of those cyni- cal, blase seniors. For some cryptic reason our class treasurer did not return that year, but Sny' der, Northrup, and Blatchford were back to lead the enterprising class of i954 into its first fracas of the year-the Rope Pull. We resisted valiantly for a record of 4:20 chiefly because our eminent Beaver Stoll had generously gained thirty pounds. The altruistic feasting of Mr. Stoll and his assistant, Steve Rogers, was to no avail, however, and we reluctantly succumbed to the inevitable mudbath. The Junior year also brought Mr. Greene from Amherst to lend his dry humor and pleasant per- sonality to the Math Department. We were re- lieved to find that he did not draw X's on the