Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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Curtis called Buffy. Another claimed in nasal tones to be Saaandy,', but not much later he vanished from the scene, a victim of modern education. Our cosmopolitan set was complement- ed by such colorful personalities as Don the Cuban, Mickey from Rochester, and Schkulle, who proclaimed himself the feudal landlord of two-thirds of Illinois: not to mention L.W.C., a brute with two large protruding foreheads. Others never ceased to amaze us for the remainder of the year, such as the pie-faced wonder with the widow's peak who closely re- sembled a panda, and the lean and lanky yachtsman of the gravel voice. Most of the above mentioned were caged in Dorm A , but there were also in BU James the Mouse and Fred the Fifi. Never a bright form, at best, in the previous year, we were now startled by the scholastic achievement of Hunk, and especially Larry, who weekly set new classroom standards. We were a carefree group, overshadowed by the war only during occasional air raid trips to the potato cellar in the dead of night. The faculty of this period was a motley group and extremely unstable. The draft situation brought new faces to the mas- ters' study constantly. Hazy indeed are the recollections of English classes under names dimly remembered as Billman, Kuhn, and Smith. Science opened an entirely new field for all of us, and Mr. Coe's lectures held our undivided attention. The climax came after we had progressed from the bees and Howersg one day Larry, upon hearing the truth about it all, fainted dead away. Dormitory prowling after lights was very much the rage. We recall the night when the harassed prefect of B naively shouted from his doorway, Whoever was making all that racket come in heref' He was dumbfounded as a stream of pajama-clad youths, twenty-three in all, crowded into his room . . . Calisthenics kept us vigorous, and we shall always look back on the many happy hours that flitted by all too rapidly as we frolicked on Herk's obstacle course. The baseball season went its way, and

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being emptied upon his new Panama from an open window in Dorm A. The upper school gnashed its teeth, and many cried out that paddling be renewed. The whis- per became a roarf You are the worst form in school!,' Our first sight of the Groton jerseys produced bitter memories, and the rest of the term Hashed by to vacation. Re- turning for the winter term, we found many outside activities curtailed, and necessity mothered a new field of interest for usfthe dormitory. Three months in HA had been sufficient to teach us the wiles of the prefects, but they still man- aged to outwit us at times. It was Nick the Stick who first discovered the sport that could be had atop the alcove parti- tions, and the Rough Riders were formed. Lights out at night became the signal for titanic aerial struggles, until hostilities were forcibly curtailed one night when Red took a 7-foot drop onto Lindsey's bed. Chris Tis awoke with a wild yell to bring the prefects on the run. Nights were quiet then, except for Benis rhythmic snor- ing, but he was eventually muffled and smothered by a barrage of linen. The winter term ended with the Stark Flood, precipitated by a fifth former's acrobaties on the sprinkler pipes outside HAH. The evening ritual of tooth brushing was enlivened by the steady flow of Water under the door. Enchanted, we applauded as the gathering stream found its way to the prefects' room, but the hour was saved as Mel in his galoshes stemmed the tide with numerous well-placed towels. Come springtime, nigger baby and eloister ball gave us little free time, and before we knew it, the baseball season was over. Groton eked out a slim victory, leaving us disgusted that all our wood- hauling had been in vain. Exams loomed large and frightening for us, but Prize Day came with the knowledge that no one had failedftoo badly. In the autumn we were mighty second formers, but it seemed that we were over- run by an unnecessarily weird collection of characters, and for weeks the fifteen additions were considered untouchables. Among those thrust upon us were Dudley the Dog-faced Boy, a strapping hunk of man called Doug, and Edwin Upton

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the reality of troubled times was brought closer to us when we learned that Dr. Parkman, whom in two years we had come to respect deeply, was to leave us for the Army. We are sorry that we were not old enough to know him more intimately, and the departure of Mrs. Parkman, who was like a mother to every one of us, saddened us immeasurably. His sincerity and wise conscientiousness and her regard for our happiness will always be gratefully re- membered. Two old faces were missing and several even older ones were added as our third year opened. In the former category were the Cuban Queer and Tugboat Dave, who had not gone for goodeas yet. The new old faces were headed by Davey Jones, with a draft deferment, and Phil- bur, who was no spring chicken himself. A round-faced little lad called Rosen- krantz vanished into his alcove to study, but reappeared in a big Way on Prize Day. A specimen known as Spring- field Spot and Ben the Dune-Dune, who shaved even then, augmented the humor- ous section of our group. Willy B., who is still around school, drove himself up in a Cadillac, and peremptorily requested Mr. Hackett to carry his radio and trunk upstairs. While Dorms D and E fought pitched battles daily, C became intensely dis- turbed by Philbur, who was determined to show off his Atlas physiqueg a resist- ance movement refused to be cowed by his biceps, fone night his alcove disap- peared entirely. In the winter We welcomed Mr. Brew- ster as the new headmaster. The new term had barely gotten under way when George, in violent disapproval of the disciplinary system in general, and his own twelve marks in particular, can- celled his appointment on the coal pile by means of an eraser in the slate room. He thereby provided the new chief executive with his Hrst unhappy task of meting out justice. The Boy Scout Troop, which had seen greener years under Fap and Yak, came under the supervision of Mr. Potter in its third year, much to Ron's irritation. VVhen the dues were raised and good times placed at a minimum, a rebellion ensued. 'Tll run this troop the Way it ought to