Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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HENRY PATTEN WHEELER Yale I question that statement. says Harry. backwatering viciously, as his arguments are being put rapidly to flight. Debater par excellence, the Horse was strictly a man's man till he hit Bermuda, and then it happened. Anyway, that sort ol' thing oieways seems to crop up. W'hoever heard of a bull session in the Sixth Form Room without a huge red plume nodding vigorously in the middle ol' it, or a Feesh or Squad Man bird without Harry leading the attack? As far back as E, our second form year, he sold Gaudy x N Gar twenty-five cents worth of if-,Q protef-tion. so should have a S. 1 brilliant future as a high pressure : salesman. shyster lawyer, or just another Chicago gangster. C'AsPAR VVISTAR BARTON TowNsENn, JR. Yale W'hat? asks Cappy. as the dark brain quickly revolves. searching every corner of this shady organ for a possible answer. Every Summer the tall, dark one lives out in the sun. and every Fall he returns looking blaeker than ever. VVhenever an epidemic, be it measles or pink eye. hits the school. Arky las great a shortstop as Yaughani always turns several shades whiter, grasps his throat. and hoarsely whispers, l've got it. look l've got it? The height of l3uzz's career comes when he tries to conduct a meeting in the Sixth Form Room. A peeved but foxy look creeps over his faee as he sits in mute silence trying to make order out of chaos. Anyway, he does try, even if he has had trouble getting Y, l back those little gold things that are given out after a victory over Gro- ton. 29

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STANLEY Mfxnnox Rlnvmouon Yale Snapper. Dean of the Swing School, is probably best known for his lla, ha! Got you there! When a broad grin placed on thlv issum forth lcrhaps you vt sun i flll9llll'l fat grin floating iround school 'I is only Stan letting the world know th it eva rything is rosv X mighty vt rsatllc tthlttt Rllllllhl .ittunptul to play on the hasehall team and row on the crew at the same time, hut found that he'd stuck his oar into one too many sports, and had to do some violent I lf l f j top of that crew chest is seen trucking into the Sixth Form Room, strains of li. Goodman inevit- l I. l 1 K . h '4 . I K L . - ' . V' . ' ' . . . . . ' a 1 '. . . fr I baekwatering to avoid striking out completely. What a man! ,A l stncxmaict l BURTON DAVY SALMON Yale Get away from me you black bum! cries Thick Ears. the monopoly expert from Charleston. Poor Burt doesn't get much peace when the 28 boys get after him. The Feesh is coming up in the swim, however, and is now suspected ol' heing a swing fan. lllackic-'s hair is looking pretty slick these days, and we begin to wonder if Burt is starting to invade the ranks of the more gently nurtured sex. Of course it is a well known fact that B.D.S. is the most efishient crew manager in history, but it is a miracle that lVIr. Gaccon's car is still in one piece.

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GERALD VVIIITMAN Harvard That chap who is ponderously walking upstairs towards the attic, with blueprints under one arm and a model train under the other, is Jerry. Long and many have been the hours spent in Room X, haggling over trans- mission K and switch G. Ah too, let 11s not forget his well-filled out figure hunched over a light meter while from his shoulder hangs a business-like Leica and from his pockets flow a multitude of F4-, F5, --Z and F6 lenses. Although upon his closet shelves many a jelly jar re- poses, pray do not connect this occurrence with his stout but power- ful build. Jerry can always be found in his hangout, Mr. Prendiville's, where hc has turned out quite a few good pieces of work, despite our acid criticism. U -Z i lilCHARD CARY WIIILIAMS Harvard When Dick first came to school, he was just one of many new kids, but we soon discovered otherwise. Before the first week of that memorable year had passed into history, Dick had made a name for himself with his brilliant tongue. Scene: Mr. Gae- C1 ,ED con's Latin class. Distinct and definite swearing heard the balck -' .I . row. Mr. Gaccon: at's t at f Williams? Williams: I was merely pointing out one of Dewey's errors. eAh me, the times haven't changed, and now Will has budded into full flower with his scintillating, shall we say, acid rapartee. Noe-oi Hoo-oey, You-re a wrongn Csair in very -1 sepulchral tonesj is enough to tear i down even the resistance of such a literary light as our immortal Fabei Give Will a gun, a set of Shaw am Hemingway, and perhaps Blackie to rail at, and I have no doubt that he will be eternally happy. 'IUXXARKS