Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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the '46 congregation were alleged to have hissed the name of our late departed President in the sermon, but Mr. Brew- ster delivered a sharp lecture in Sacred Studies class which brought us once more into the fold. In the middle of the year a large drum- mer boy from Detroit appeared and made himself at home promptly. He was viewed with suspicion for a few weeks because of a flurry of weird nocturnal scares.,' However, that matter was all cleared up and St. Mark's evenings were once again unsullied. Jealous of the sixth form quad- rangle playground, we conceived of our own blanket parties and bounced the Buglemouse high into the ether every Sunday morning. VVith the advent of warm weather comes baseball, and Pete, Philbur, and Mickey starred that year. Politics never really reared its ugly head, but sixth form positions were not wholly dismissed from mind, and Chris made his last des- perate bid for Head Mo. It came as no surprise when Hunk Qwho was football cap by the wayj finally snatched the position, supported by a tremendous group of mo,s, including Gorgeous Georgeous, who was still on probation, so far as he remembered. Secant was broom and dustpan tzarg Toyt was given dining room control, and there was much jockey- ing for soft jobs and comfortable prefect- ships in the coming year. At Commencement in May, the Form suffered a serious injury with the loss of Philbur, Bruce, Mickey, and Stevie, all good athletes and even better compan- ions. It was then that we began to feel, as wartime forms ahead of us had felt, more and more like 'Klittle Injuns settin' on a fence, being picked off by draft boards. That summer saw the termination of hostilities in August and we returned to school for the final chapter, refreshed from peacetime celebration. Salty, who had been with us only a year, apparently fell in love with a hula dancer, for he remained in Hawaii. A new addition was Wecgee, known to all but the summer school veterans as merely someone who spelt his name with a 'z,. The sixth form year is commonly known as the most enjoyable, and ours has been no exception. We felt seriously hampered at first by a new set of rules, devised expressly for us it seemed, re- gardingMarlboro and downtown,',but as time went by we found other means of recreation, nearly all of them legitimate- - which is exceptional for a sixth form. All but the Vicky Squad were engaged on the gridiron, although Captain Doug suf- fered a broken ankle in the Noble's game and Dred Scott sacrificed his spleen for the alma mater. Fred the Fifi held down the captaincy of the Jayvees, while Ashby Qviee-president of the V. Squadj, picked apples, raked leaves, and dreamt of the baseball season. Things were humming in West Corri- dor, where thirty stoves and radios popped fuses thick and fast, putting Mr.

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New York and didn't show up again for two years. Springtime saw numerous recruits for a summer at Brantwood, and a thirteen- inning defeat at the hands of Groton, a procedure that was beginning to become boring. Ribald songs echoing from North 3 were heard by a sixth former, enjoying the spring evening on the far side of Belmont Field for some unexplained reason, and once again discipline closed in on us. Soon it was Prize Day and we left in a flurry of suitcases and laundry bags for a summer of Brantwood, blissful loaiing, or eight weeks at St. Mark's for the aged members of the form. September, 1944, found us all present and accounted for in New Corridor, North Q, and overflowing down West. The group was augmented by Hands', Brainerd, a blond lad from the Corn Belt, and Nat from Hawaii, who, al- though right-handed, was promptly lab- eled I,efty.,' Christopher, the flying tackle, was with us once more, and we became a form outstanding in number, if not in naughtiness. However, the Butt Squad began to shape up suspiciously as George, Scotty, Clarkie of course, and some thought, Cyno. CEd. note: how absurdfj. Stevie refrained from naive excursions to the woods and partook quietly in his own room. We were never much of a group for wine, women, and nicotine though, and it wasn't long before three members of the squad repented their ways, to the tune of two proba- tions and one permanent retirement. The retired member was last heard from when he requested Mr. Brewster for a recom- mendation to Yale in 1946. As far as we know he failed to obtain it. The Form was the mainstay of all the teams, although we lost the football encounter with Groton again. History class became diverting to the point of bcdlam, and never really did quiet down, despite entreaties from numerous faculty members. Pete the Snerd would bang upon the radiator in Room H violently and then the entire class would troop down to find Mr. Deer to fix it,'y reeessing class for the day. On Sundays the Form found they could concentrate on evangelical matters while playing checkers and reading at the same time, and the bass section came through on the chants so strongly that the tunes were later changed to ones that nobody could follow. Other members of l

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Deer in a frenzy. Someone discovered a mine of fuse replacements in the chapel, but Harry B. insisted that services could not and would not be held in the dark. Stoves were then rationed, two to a room we believe. So enjoyable was life in general that a bewildered skunk meandered into the sixth form room one night to see what all the rumpus was about. He and Suzy fought a pitched battle in which Weegee finally triumphed, but the wood pussy left fond memories which fumigation could not remove. The harmony of the term was inter- rupted, however, when people began .to turn canary yellow one by one, and Doc Fulsom, suspecting that something must be wrong, called in his colleagues to un- cover an epidemic of jaundice. The Gro- ton game was cancelled, and those of us who were not prostrate with yellow eye- balls were racked by smoker's hack as evening conventions in the headmaster's study were once again populous. Thanks- giving came and with it the glorious abandon with which we have always greeted vacation time. In a few weeks we were off again to taste the joys of Christmas and the St. Mark's-Groton extravaganza at the Pierre. Come the season of fur coats and head colds, Captain Rube the Tube led his boys out onto the ice frequently with snowshovels, while Ashby and Cyno banged away in the fives courts, losing their only encounter with Groton. Hacker hockey, well publicized from the start, vied with basketball for a major letter, but Chizz and Kobnonch, through the bitter campaigning of Hercules, won out. Brockie breezed up to Mr. Schenck's room one evening with a hat, coat, and empty suitcase, announcing quietly that the scholastic pressure was too great for him and he had elected the only possible course- to run away. Mr. Schenck, perturbed, rushed down to tell Mr. Brewster, and Brock went back to his year-long hibernation in New Corri- dor. Meanwhile Hoofer, sucking up to Badge for no particular reason, had borrowed his pistol to clean it in Prendy shop, lost a vital part of the mechanism, and returned the firearm four months later. Larry's dance weekend arrived, and with it a bevy of beauties who were catered to by everyone and seemed to enjoy themselves immensely. We did! Everybody seemed to be receiving Presidential greetings in the mail, and, although never a strong group for cooked- up weekends, we did find time to buzz off for physicals and things, In fact, Buglemouse buzzed off for good in Febru- ary, the only member of the accelerators who had to graduate at midyearsg he had been with us since 1941, and his loss was felt as keenly as that of the June quartet. Dave Winslow unfortunately also hit the trail in the winter, for divers reasons. It was Det who remarked with a yawn one day, I just can't find time to fit studies into my curriculum, and when we de-