Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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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-

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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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parted in March the college boards seemed far distant. They seemed less distant when our last term at school opened, and in no time at all the Test was upon us, for all but one. The one was Brockie, who felt he couldn't break his procrastination record and suddenly came down with a nasty cold. People began to consider L1oN brags, and following the failure of numerous jazz, camera, and yo-yo clubs the French club was formed by Seabtool, Vibe, and other members of Ed class. The only two who failed to join up were Ben and Buffy, not through moral chastity, but because they never bothered with assignments anyway. The hicks of '46 set a new low in quad activities, because of faculty edicts. There was a certain amount of pyramid- ing and milling about, and one wintry day saw the erection of a giant snow man, but for the most part, we sat de- murely about the edge and sadly watched the grass grow lush and green. Baseball progressed under Mr. How- arth in a satisfactory manner, but cul- minated in a ghastly reverse at Groton, about which the less said the better, except that Captain Pete played very coolly and certainly deserved better than was provided by whatever Fates watch over diamonds. Crew was composed of Don, Albie, Hunk, and diminutive Pat. Together with the second boat they had a favor- able-looking scoreboard. Besides, at Fort Meadow at least Scottie could show off his tattoo. We had been joined in February by Bill Armstrong, a very affable veteran day scholar, and in April by a small blond visitor from the land of the fiords who fitted into the picture surprisingly well, considering his English vocabulary was limited to Ye-e-es?', As soon as the major sports ended, many of us dispersed for excursions to Boston or points more distant, to the disgust of Mr. Coe, who was making a last desperate attempt to build our bodies. A week before Prize Day Cfor which Punctuality Scotty could hardly waitj, Larry and his committee arranged a tradition - smashing Spring Dance which many thought even more successful than the first. Never before had such beauty graced the campus. As we all gathered in Chapel Corridor to shake a hundred and forty hands, it was with the realization that in a few hours we would disperse, not as in the happy com- mencements of previous years, but for all time, never to be together as a form again. It is customary in the sixth form his- tory to merely list a hundred and one mod- erately amusing escapades, proving what wicked little urchins the sixth form has really been, and represent this list of monkeyshines as being an accurate chron- icle of six years at St. Mark's. VVe have, admittedly, noted some of the rowdier high points of our career for our own amusement, but they cannot be seri- ously accepted as a true picture of the Class of '46.