Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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led the form in studies, with the Chinaman bringing up, or rather bringing down the rear. Vharchie Boy, and his big ears were everywhere accompanied by the Rev., and together they formed quite an exclusive combination. But who will forget tea at the Marrs', when Pudgy consumed almost everything in sight, and the Righteous One, with eyes glancing furtively this way and that, stuffed large pieces of chocolate cake into his already bulging pockets? ' In the Winter Term, Roddy Round-Ribs arrived and was continually mistaken for Phooey, until his private Townsend System for English pronunciation Cauries for always, etc.J distinguished him as an individual in the pack. Perhaps the most irritating circumstance of all was the refusal of Staunt to admit that he had whoop- ing cough, although half our nights Were sleepless in the face of his fearful parox- ysms. The only result was that he gave it generously to many of his classmates. In the Spring, Freddy provoked several Sunday afternoon hunts, while week- days brought club baseball to the tune of Right over, Hoggie boy, right over!', Music classes usually saw Microbious engaged in argument with Mr. Marr. On Daisy Sunday we scurried through the fields in the frantic chase for daisies - and then, in a whirl of Nigger Baby and final examinations, this first glorious year ended. The following September, those of us who were old kids surveyed the new- comers to the form with distrust and suspicion. Among the arrivals was a huge dele- gation from Fay, and an abundance of other queer people, and it took about two months before the new element mingled successfully with the old. Microbious. Foggy Charch, and Al, who had already cultivated his leer, in- habited Dormitory C. Most of the others were in B, which became the scene of many doings. After lights, weird popping noises and sounds of mortal combat in- variably issued from the triple alcove of Spec, Kiki, and Noneck. Across the way. Yutch and King Bill frantically endeavored to smother the holy snores of the Prophet Samuel. These snores reached, one evening, a thundering climax of reson- ance which no amount of pillows could quell,and Staunt, in despair of sleep, slammed his two-by-four window, and cried, 0 snore on, happy moron ! In the classroom, Small's famous paper, which began Now this guy flavour, Niekflop's threat to strike an offending faculty member, and Gar's little plea for only the bare facts evoked hilarity. Squeak strove vainly to master the French vowel sounds under Dr. Parkman's tutelageethe resultant efforts being a pro- longed dialogue of grunts in which the Headmaster was undeniably worsted. In Latin class, we were faced with the alternative of sitting down in utter disgrace or writing innumerable 'rego's, while Math. students were subjected to the Thomson- Reid Review. Quick Henry once startled the history class by lighting a match amid shouts of Fire! Fire! whereupon all rushed frantically to the windows, much to the bewilderment of the master in charge, and then Pussy, who wandered about asking everyone Won't you be my friend, ran down to bells one morning only to discover that he had omitted the minor formality of putting on his pants. Fritzis plays were torn and spattered with ink, while the chase raged madly up and down the school- room. Of course, through all this, the romance of the century had been threading its thorny way, frequently provoking tears. For the first time, we saw the St. Mark's football team victorious over Groton: then came Gym Day when the old kids could exercise any grudges they might bear against the new kids 4 and this was in effect the fusing point of the two elements. In the lower school play, Witchy had tremendous difficulty with his part, al- though it consisted of only one speech, for he was always so engrossed in the cigar which the script called upon him to chew that when his turn finally came, he would fail miserably, and only five or six hours of extra coaching availed to set him right. Winter brought on a long and heated goalie feud between Oliver Twist and Clutch, while Beppo, already wearing electrician shoes, attended Math. slate every day. One evil night, a group of earnest students became slightly too enthusiastic in their quest for knowledge, and a great chastisement ensued with heavy casualties. That spring, Foggy Griz, the stalwart coxswain, became our first letterman, and Little Herc distinguished himself as captain of the Fay baseball team, but the rest of the term was uneventful enough except for our victory over Groton in baseball. 12

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The Monitors lim-If lime: Kernoehan, Millett, D., Carhart, J. Frrmf Roux' Nickerson, l'l., Ilarder, L., Dr. Parkman, Ilall, Xvhitloek. Form History Thirty-one! Blood, thunder. and paddles! When Sixth-Formers were supermen and new kids smarted for it. Fourteen trembling First-Formers passed screaming through the last Sanguinary Saturday of St. lNIark's history. Paddle hlows rained upon them: shouts of fiendish glee echoed in their ears as they ate soap. scrambled like eggs, read Greek, and sat on the fire. And far into the wretched night the same fourteen lay groaning as they massaged their hattered anatomy. So the nucleus of '37 came into heing. At first. cousins Jolm and VVitchy dominated the form, lmrowheating all who came within range, and kow-towing to none hut the mighty Vhink who nightly pelted the snoring Sam with shoes. Searcely a fortnight had elapsed when Al, from his lofty height, fell forward fainting at dinner, and huried his face in the muffins. Then came the discovery of Yuteh's strange hut deep-rooted interest in our lad from Nahant f an interest frequently hreaking out in the form of violence. Thus it was no surprise when one of our former classmates. famous for his atomizer, tact- lessly hrought up the suhjeet and was rewarded with several loose teeth, whereupon the iraseihle Mr. Yuteh retired to the hospital with an infected hand. ln Dormitory A, Mr. Reed read us Just David, and Happy Jack tlIIl2i.Zl'li us with his immaculate hair. Gar's clothes, even at this early stage, hegau to show the racetraek influence, while Big Bertha clung persistently to her Maine accent, and at the First Form tahle we were the bane of hir. Gaecon. Gym day. long threatened, appeared and of us all, only Nick received the pile in recognition of his position as the freshest new kid. On the other hand, Ned and Jackie, as he was then called, ll -D

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T his was the year that the Pachyderm joined us, that Bertha became Lulu Lulu CHU Lulu! Come out from behind that mummy-caseuj. that Squib took his place as the infant, that Little Cammy became Big Cammy, that Ia first said -ia. VVe began to notice Sally's penchant for society, Squeak's hands, ltudy's histrionies, and of course the ponderous intellect of Larue, and the Happiness of Jack. The rule of Witch and Johnny waned under the pressure of new influences, although the com- pany continued with Bo and Gar as extras. In the frequent sessions of Nigger Baby, Bound-Bibs was nearly always seen crouched against the wall awaiting the pitiless retribution. On Prize Day, an unguarded word from the Hockshop resulted in paddles, and so the year ended with a bang. The beginning of the third year brought us four new-comersg Big Lew, Danny, and Swiftie arrived in triumph, and of course John Henry, who numbered only twelve tender years and quickly displaced Squib from his position as infant. In the fall, a particularly efficient squad of wood choppers, under the guidance of Foggy Griz, cut down enough fuel for a huge bonfire only to have hopes dashed by the St. Mark's defeat. The various Brantwood enterprises hummed with activity, and Clutch demonstrated marked ability as a shoe-shine impresario, slipping in a dollar or two of his own when resources began to fail. When the French play came around, our dramatic gifts were again eclipsed, due to the fact that Thomp dismally forgot his only line, and although John Henry made a very enchanting and lovely heroine, it was not enough to save our face. Even at this early date, the Pallid Potato would keep his fellow-inhabitants of Dormitory C awake by beating time to the music of his radio. In the wilds of D, Larry's dental floss was stretched across the room and everything in sight was strung upon it, while from his quiet corner, the Reverend frowned disapprovingly over the top of the New Yorker and signified his disdain by changing it for the .fl meriean Boy. Rosy occupied the long winter afternoons in endless chess contests with Mr. Ben- nett, and Steva, Bep, and Enneck were often together with appropriate sound effects. But strangest of all, the Hockshop found a large section of hemp cordage spliced to his chair one morning. Quite naturally, everyone was in the dark as to the meaning of this unusual occurrence. Now we come to the Shooting Gallery, Inc., an organization formed by Ia, Rosy, and Big Lew. By a combination of embezzlement, fraud, robbery, misrepre- sentation and petty larceny, these three arch-Scoundrels succeeded in amassing a handsome profit from an enterprise labeled For Brantwoodf' They established a palatial sitting room in the basement, where they sat all day, handing guns to suckers that happened along, and towards evening they would divide the shiny shekels among themselves. Then each would solemnly drop a nickel into the Brant- wood bag in order to salve his conscience. In the Spring Time water pistols put in their appearance. For a time no one was safe from the deadly accuracy of the marksmen from Dormitory C, until the inevitable day came and their weapons were confiscated. Happy, from the depths of 13