Park Tudor School - Chronicle Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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SENIORS I AND WHICH IS TO COME AND WHICH IS I5 WHICH WAS

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LOWER SCHCOL PROGRAM Shrill cries of Sir and Ma'am, shouts of ioy, racing of feet Through the cor- ridors, sound of blithe laughter across the school grounds-that's the Lower School. A place of study and play for boys in grades one through six, the Lower School building is the long structure south of the lab. A visitor looking through the win- dows might observe the teaching of subiects ranging from arithmetic to counsel- ling. He might imagine that he was watching the molding of young minds-and he would not be wrong. Under the direction of Mr. Holzman and his able staff of teachers, the boys are grounded in the fundamentals ofthe subjects they will have to cope with throughout their school experience. Lower school boys learn the way to play as well as the way to work. Good sportsmanship and fair play are among the qualities fostered in their program. 14

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CLASS OF 1956 The only thing that all the seniors have in common is the senior room-their private domain and refuge. ln practically every other respect they are different from one another, with aspirations running from poetry to a naval career, with sizes ranging from ceiling height to rowboat width, and with ages between pre- driving and eighteen. To clarify their differences, shall we take a short tour around the school park- ing lot. The first car you are likely to run into, or vice versa, is a Ford Thunderbird belonging to a short, squat heavyweight wrestler with a knowledge of landscap- ing. Next in the parade is a '48 Cadillac owned appropriately by the eldest mem- ber ofthe class. A Nash Rambler convertible, somewhere in the lot, is the property of a Navy man who in his spare time runs the Varsity Club, Student Council and Panther. We come now to a '54 Studebaker, whose owner may best be described as a combination of Duncan Hines and Edgar Guest. Leaning against something over against something over on some side of the lot is a godforsaken bicycle, the property of a person who tinkers with guided missiles and hearing-aid prompters for amateur theatrical productions. The next person, although he rarely drives his car, has an extended rear end of his own and a vast knowledge of Urbana, Ohio. These are only a few. The rest of the owners include a farm boy in lvy League clothing, a sports car enthusiast who wants to ring the gong for J. Arthur Rank movies, a journalist, the president of the Park School actors' union and past editor of a small newspaper, an enthusiast, and a person who, if he isn't arguing, isn't awake. Here we end our trip around the parking area, and may it be added that any similarity among the seniors is unintentional and purely coincidental. 16