Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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By the spring those who had moved their rooms as a result of the addition of the new library were firmly settled. Brad and Baehe still quibbled. The General and Nick were still in their previous state of confusion, sometimes going to the extreme of using banana skins as lampshades. Sam missed breakfast, much to the horror and surprise of everyone. Later, however, he received a lateness prize - a. gross miscar- riage of justice. Howie and Hank, the shoe shiners, and neat boys, had a terrible time preventing or rather discouraging Ned's ardour. Kiki also supplied a good deal of our literature that year. Our last year began in a whirl of football, during which season were heard the immortal remarks of: What's Lutkins waiting for, a gilded invitation? , Hey, Spider, what was dat penalty for? ,', and When you git your hands on that ball, you gotta loop! Meanwhile the Shag took the brunt of A team's onslaught in practice, only to hear through burning ears, Hey, Manager, drag that man off the field! At any rate the team, under the leadership of Capt. Harder, climaxed the season with a classic uphill battle against Groton, in which Howie-How, alias the Mighty Mite, drove the team on to victory. Auk, even from the beginning, although a most organized manager, showed a love for his fellow monitors by being on hand to take bells at each and every opportunity. The cry of C. P. let's skip logic! echoed re- soundingly through the team room every fall afternoon. Sam sat next to Mr. Barber each breakfast but refused to admit that he was receiving the bird. Hank was rapidly approaching maturity. At the end of the football season, Brad took over the captaincy and manager- ship of Touch, and Gar began to add to his repertoire of impersonations. Alph was made official mail-man for most of the letters were from his various Arethusas. In North Corridor 3, Charchy-Fog took to nursing Neek by coming into Kern's room at an outrageously early hour shouting, Hoff, to bed. Sub, besides permitting the use of his records at times, ably conducted the victrola. The sixth form corridor saw much mouse-trapping, an outgrowth of a broken window in the sixth form room, which automatically moved the scene upstairs. Kern, although not very efficient on the offense in this sport, presented an impregnable defense, which not even Beechie One Note could break through. Kern received a lovely send-off from the fellers just before departing to study n1usic?,' The winter term provided many interesting incidents. Hermie and Black Bache started to practice for the dance months before it arrived. Large Lew, despite the fact that he possessed nothing but peach fuzz Qand not much of thatj on his face, shaved twice a week. Phil, on the other hand, went through the same process twice a day in an attempt to look respectable. Nick's hockey team was dealt a sad blow when Raadie-Da was unable to secure pucks for the Belmont Hill game until well on in the afternoon. The team climaxed the season by disappearing under the water while Ned held manfully to his post. The dance was an unqualified success. Thomp reveled in his crumpets at after- noon tea, while Jump appeared for some unknown reason late for the picture, and subsequently was said to have lost his gold football. Even on the hay ride the Harder boys and C. P. distinguished themselves. Rudy's girl was heard to say, Oh, yes, he's wonderful -- but I really think he's too intellectual for me - yes, I really do.', Per- haps the prize occurrence of the week-end was one girl's inquiry of Dr. Parkman on the dance floor: Do you live here? Howie did well for himself, although perhaps not as well as during the baseball season. Cammy produced large numbers of orchids for some reason. After the dance Herm relapsed into utter despondency from which only the most drastic measures could rouse him. However, J uney continued not to stop talking, and Bill, who had frozen his toe every day of hockey as well as on the hay ride, together with Lulu appeared at parlor every single night at nine o'clock. Crazy John, because of a strange habit of his, was stuffed every other night before chapel. This did not prevent him either from pretending to be Fred Astaire or from making it difficult for everyone, Larry and Knowlt in particular. It is worthy of mention that Nick continued to bully unmercifully all the masters and staff, but would hear nothing said against his brood on Dorm. C. Chat managed to get a severe concussion at the hands of Jimmy by a cruel and merciless blow with a bad- 16

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A-'lil-Q, ability to spot the incipient cases of the latter and sent many victims to the hospital. That spring was Larryfs first on the tennis team, which he later captained so grace- fully, and Howie-How, deep in the daisies of center-field, got his baseball letter, psyching our Grotonian rivals. The start of the Fifth Form year found us engrossed in football in one way or another. Jack, the Happy One, distinguished himself hy blocking a Groton punt and raced smiling on to a touchdown. Danny, Nick, and Choo-choo also played on the first team, and Clutch, Kerna, Quick-Henry, and Tiny T at the same time engaged in a bitter struggle for managership. Mr. Mansur inaugurated his career in Greek teaching by taking us at this time, and proving himself a worthy successor to the Barber tradition. Classes in both Cheemicals and Feezhixs were the uproarious high-point of the year. Nick gboldly turned ahead the clock half an hour, after it had been set to the millimeter of a second by Mt. Wilson and numerous stars, a process requiring three days. He was rewarded with a half holiday. The amen corner continued to get high marks when Brad had studied his lesson, but mysteriously, forties and thirties resulted when Little Perk was lazy. Then, of course, expeeramints were always greeted with fake! fake! and a lecture always followed about many who had given their lives for science. Also bruis' tire corner and Mimi-ditch were continually hazardous, even when Caesar did not put both the brake and the gas on at the same time. The sound expeeramint on the Worcester Turnpike was the most hilarious of any. The advent of snow had much to do with it: for in the flurry of hurtling white missiles the cry of no snowballs, no teest! was heard, whereupon Cheeter received a cool white snowball on the back of his neck. In the classics, Reedreed was none too successful, pulling down a fifty-nine every month. On the other hand Country John was assured nineteee-threee continually. George Fog, the supersalcsman, already having his eyes set on the school store shekels, also let fall an unguarded word of German origin, and ever after has been a fiend inearnate, a term also applied to Lulu. The winter term saw an undefeated hockey team under Mr. Barber, J r.g Charch, Nickolous, and John Gibb played on the team. Yutch continued the St. Mark's tra- dition of bringing no skates to Belmont Hill. Float, who with the Pink One made life miserable for Mr. Parsons in the room next to him, was greeted at one point in Eng- lish class with Oh, Foster, you're tiresome, and besides you're all covered with ink. The Jump fell heavily before the Pathe News camera while exhibiting on skis for his public, a deed which belied his long vacation days of skiing with Dr. Parkman. The Stump was later to do a far more dastardly thing when, in a fiendish fit, he in- serted the evening's supper, which consisted of moist spaghetti and damp meat. between the sheets of some of those who lived in North Corrider 3. Alph already had taken a definite interest in the Gun Club with a weather eye open for the future Gun Club writing paper. Rudy was at that point receiving good practice for his use of the lasso while rooming with Hobie. 15

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minton racquet. However, it was only just. for Piano-Legs l1ad been warned not to play rough games. The advent of the spring tern1 was indeed an event. Manager Hank played his violin with such interest that practice before the Holy Cross game was carried on with no balls at all. The Triumvirate carried on in full swing. But more important was the baseball team of Danny - Life of the Party - Millett. With Kingolous toeing the slab, and J o-J o Kaye patrolling tl1e center garden, we presented a strong array. despite the fact that Ned would almost. certainly be put out halfway to second on a triple. The eleventh-inning victory over Groton by the score of 3-2 proved a fitting end to our athletic career at St. Mark's. Harker-Parker-Snarker distinguished himself not only by climbing all over the roof, and later by jumping over the plates at the choir festival, but also managed to make a name for himself in the library. Sixth form room goalie-hockey was intro- duced by Normie Smith Carhart and Davey Kerr Nickerson. The game was finally abandoned when Happy He-lVIan took to swatting the ball. Gris' crew was decidedly handicapped since Rum insisted on squeezing the handles of the oars to pulp. The heat in John C's a11d Brad's room became so oppressive that they sought refuge in other parts ofthe building. The Lion committee, consisting mainly of Kern, Ned, and Little Hank but with the added insurance of Roddy and Nick, did nothing but argue far into the night. lk sk Pk lk bk In departing, we of the Ulass of 1937 look back on six full and eventful years spent at St. Mark's. VVe were perhaps a more unified group than the school has seen for many years. since there was a complete absence of cliques or factions. For this reason we shall long remember friendships made at Southboro, and the memory of the family spirit and harmonious closeness of these years will linger with us to the end of our days. Our first and most enduring friend was Mr. Gaccon, who arrived with us, and who watched over us patiently and humorously even in our most trying moments. Our debt to him is intangible and our payment is more so, besides being inadequate: for its only substance is in our gratitude and everlasting remembrance. Dr. Parkman too has been our counsellor and advisor in time of need. Since we have come to know him, we have appreciated more and more his wise and temperate guidance, his beneficent and enlightened headmastership. And now it comes time for us to give place to the Class of 1938, to whom we wish the best of everything and a Sixth Form Year at least happy as ours. The lights in the house are dimmed: we hear the curtain call: and the hour is at hand for us to step out upon the stage. 17