Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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lN'lONl'l'ORS C. l'ritzlatl', Winslow, A., Kidder Vox, Mr. Brewster, Kean Form Histor I II Six years, more or less, have imper- ceptibly passed, bringing us inevitably to our last Prize Day. The mind of man, unlike that of the elephant, is hazy on details: and already even the faces of the rose-lipped maidens we invited to the Dance are vague as smoke. For that reason, principally, it has seemed wise to put down, subject to the limitations ot' space and the exigencies of good taste. one or two things that have impressed us on our way through but are in no way important or even relevant, but only wonderfully pleasant. lt is largely a per- sonal record, full of an immense store of anecdotage and an immense lack of wis- dom. Some ol' it. may require a key for the uninformed to find out exactly what happened to whom. That is inevitable, and not wholly excusable: but, as the saying goes, it means a lot to us. In the fall of l937, when members ol' '48 were young and the School, like llell, was filled with unimaginable terrors, llank wandered aimlessly across the quadrangle and into the Sixth Form Room, demanding loudly and clearly: Is this the lleadmaster's study? No, the Sixth Form told him, it isn't. The incident put us, for most ol' our first form year, at a certain disadvantage with the Sixth Form ol' that year a peculiarly terrifying bunch, too: not a bit like us. Before we saw our first Prize Day Effie had been paddled twieef'ff I am nlueh pained, he reported...and everyone else at least once: except., naturally, J. lt. QD4-adpanl. Dorm raids were, in those days, ghastly experiences, comparable w to slaughter-time in an abufioir, 'l hey took place between midnight and dawn, involving paddles four feet long fthe

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SIXTII FORM IN 1939 rifzluff, Dm-Ilcr, Iizn'IIc-H, Vurbin, Svrlws-lllmrn-lllwr, Mzlrshull, Ivillslow, fllallfim-Iml, Nluorv, I . K II:1II, Wvarrinor, I,RlIIOI'SOII, Shwkly, fox, Dick, Munro, A.A., Iilmvr, llnrmling, NIZIUIRIX, IIZITIQUI' Nt s I uno, Ilopkins, IIIIHPIII, GomII'l'vy, SPFRIQIIP, f':n1c-r, NViIcIs, Iiruukcs, Minul, Ilamls-r, Ialrsuns SIXTII FURM IN I9-I3 Slcwkly, INIoorv, F., SOIlSl'llIlI'0llIll'l', f'urIrin, Stone, Moore, A. A., I'IllI'I1lIltI Brookcs, I'IImc-r, Nilson, Brown, B., Godfrey, Pzxrsolls, IInrcI0r, IIupkins, f'ruc-koli, Pritzluff, NYinsImv, Vox, Mr. Brewster, Ke-nn, Kidclcr, Wvzlrriucl' I0

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Head Monitor's was painted bluel and made as much noise as a small bombing. There are few now at school who have undergone the real thing. Our sympathy is with the member of our form-we forget just whom-who, having gone up and down the line six or seven times, collapsed on the floor with the words: Enough is enough! He got more, how- ever. Those of us who were here that year Cthere aren't manyl remember certain inspiring incidents. .I.B. with his face neatly and thoroughly blacked with shoe-polish, asking in the middle of the night: Please, mayn't I take a bath, even if it is after lights--or at least wash my face?',. . .Hank explaining the principle of romantic love to us novices and showing us his carefully catalogued and cross-indexed notebook on the sub- ject: Points for the estimation of female beauty. . . .The wonderful Hallowe'en party where Foggy Moore won the baby bottle-sucking contest and was presented with diapers, a safety-pin, and six nipples. All in all, it was quite a ycarg there have been few like it since. III The Second Form year there were more of us. We received, among others, that noble creature who has since become our Head Monitor. CThere are those who say that he was elected Head Mo, five years later, chieHy because of his startling and unnerving resemblance, when angry, to the St. Mark's Lion-the one out by the chapel with the pine trees around it.j Even then Gil spent a large part of his time going around shutting people up with a loud Shhhhhhhhhh! often fol- lowed by an angry: For Petessakeff' There were also, that year, two legendary characters named Morri and Schwartz, who left the day after they came. They apparently decided that what they had seen of the School by candlelight- this was in the middle of the hurricane. by the way-did not merit their con- tinued sojourn. There were some won- derful nights when all of Dorm B., ex- cept Suzie, who wouldnit play, went out the fire escape into the dim enchantment of the night. Then one evening Dave Chefty then as nowj got stuck in the window and hollered for help. The pre- fects came down and released him, though with difficulty, and so the whole plot was discovered. Marks and marks were given. . .Grease-spot bought a fe- male flying-squirrel and carried her around in his coat, completely ignoring the fact that she bit him, rather like thc fox belonging to the Boy of Sparta. CIf you will pardon a classical digression, his name was Laodemetesj. . .Hank, the dapper one of the pin-stripe suit, became much impressed with the prose of Caesar,s Commentaries and, instead of asking direct how old anyone was, would euphe- mise: How many winter camps do you have? . . .The bright boys in Group 2 Qand that is an anachronism for Group 2 hadn't been invented thenl locked Tim in the out-door owl-cage, where he screamed profanity for two hours and a