St Albans School - Albanian Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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I+ EATURES AND ADVERTISEMENTS

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82 THE 1940 ALBANIAN Abow: Sc'c'110 of l'I'C'C'l7f biking r'xj1r'rli1'i011s of fha Sain! Albans Trail Club, on fbi' SlJe1umzl0alJ River naar ClQarlcs1'0w11. Lefi: Four 77?C'll1!7f'fS of ibc Club staffing 011 zz hfkr from Sexton Sbvltcr, rzvar Rauzsc'y'x Craft, wcsz' of Slaunion. The Trail Club A NEW organization was instituted in the School this year when a group of veteran hikers formed the Saint Albans Trail Club. lnterest was first aroused in hiking three years ago, when Mr. Phillips, a member of the Appalachian Trail Club, led Alexander, Schoenfeld, Terry, and Hare into the Virginia Blue Ridge for a week among such colorful haunts as White Oak Canon, Hogback Mountain, and Mary,s Rock. These hikers met early in the fall this year and elected Mr. Phillips president of the Club and Hare secretary. They also drew up a consti- tution, which states that before any prospective hiker may join the Club he must take a probationary hike with some of the members. On this basis of selection Rowell and Piggott were admitted to the Club, and they accompanied the veterans on an extended Easter trek down into the picturesque Shenandoah. On this trip two members turned in an unusual performance, cover- ing thirty-two miles in less than eighteen hours of day-and-night trek- king. Leaving camp in the middle of the night, they hiked by moon- light to a distant mountain, on the summit of which they cooked break- fast and watched the sunrise. Turning back, they arrived in camp by mid-afternoon.

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,. . as lj' 'lhi f g 1 Class Prophecy fl f 84 THE 1940 ALBANIAN Q Q li 5 3 4 ,mtg-Q2 lx J a 0 :llaf - 1 l 5 :M L2 1 5 7 P if r l Jil Special to the Saint Albans N ews, by our staff correspondent- Paris, France June 1, 195 S. IT WAS a quiet day in the northeast sector last Monday, and I had little trouble in chartering a plane to fly up to the front. By the sheerest co- incidence my pilot was an old classmate of mine at Saint Albans, the inimitable 'QWild Bill Manger, once a full-fledged Lieutenant in the R. A. F., but recently demoted to the rank of private because of an unfortunate misunderstanding which led him to drop propaganda leaf- lets on his own front lines instead of the enemy's. Lieutenant Manger, I learned, had also been valuable on reconnaissance duty for his ability to take pictures, until one day he dropped his camera overboard while trying for an unusual angle shot of the Eiffel Tower. We landed close up to the lines, where, according to my pilot, I would find several old Saint Albanites in Captain Derek Schoenfeld's company of the District of Columbia National Guard. First to greet us was Custis Hall, one-time model airplane magnate now serving as a mechanic in the air force, who had come out to the flying field to refuel our plane. Nearby, in a spacious dugout, 1 found Captain Schoenfeld himself, who happened to be at mess with a large group of officers. The Captain was in the act of making an announcement before the assembly, and I caught the words, There'll be regular artillery practice at 3:15. Please bring heavy equipmentf' Later, when the meal was over, Captain Schoenfeld told me how he had sold his sheep ranch in Montana and joined the army, at the same time that Dick Alexander had terminated a promising maritime career by resigning his commission as captain of a ferryboat on Narragansett Bay. Dick now spends most of his time in a deep, secluded dugout, where he is working on some plans he originated for a new-type field piece. The new gun, as he explained to me in some detail, is designed to fire backwards instead of forwards, thus deceiving the enemy and perhaps revolutionizing the entire process of warfare. 1 QCOnfinm'a' on Page 86j