Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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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.

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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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For one thing, we have never been very much of a form for earousing, if the truth be known, or at least not by way of comparison with some of our predeces- sors. From the third form year on up we have stood well in the graces of the faculty and the headmaster, because whenever we did raise hell we were usually naive enough to do it out in the open and promptly get caught! Looking back on our career at school, it is not, therefore, the mischief which especially stands out in our minds, it is the thousand trivia that make up life at St. Mark's. Recollections of bull ses- sions, sunbathing, evening smokers, and hours in the classroom or playing field will never forsake us. Nor shall we forget each other. We never eliqued up, beyond an occasional group of bridge or jazz enthusiasts, and hence there is a deep sense of comradeship between each and every one of us. Since our advent, it seems that just about everything that could have hap- pened haas' happened, Whether inside of school or in the world at large. We came in peace and We leave in peace, and in that respect have been more fortunate than the four classes which preceded us. Innovations since our arrival include the work program and waiting on table. There have been fires, a hurricane, a sprinkler-pipe flood, and air raid alarms. Because of the war we have seen the departure of our headmaster, Dr. Park- mang and we have also outlastcd thirty- one masters in our time. All of this only goes to show that we have attended St. Mark,s in abnormal times, but through- out the years we have reacted rather normally. We have piled up a surprising scholastic record fat both extremesj, and while, in view of the number of reverses on the field we have suffered, it would not be fair to boast of athletic prowess, we have never been exactly weak in that respect, either. Several members of the faculty whom we have known and respected are no longer with us. Mr. Brinley, hir. Eaton, Mr. Hardman, and Dr. Parkman we have not forgotten, or Mr. Hackett and Mr. Gaecon, who fortunately are returning next year. There are many other faculty members who still remain, for whom we hold a genuine affection: it is our fond expectation to return and greet them in future years. We have had closer contacts with Mr. Brewster than any other form before us, and his is one of the most difficult adieus to make. That, then, is the story of '46. We leave in time of peace but not of calm, in a world beset by trial and trouble. College is dubious for some of us, and many of us will feel the hot breath of the draft boards on our heels ere long. To Mr. Barber, our LION adviser, we extend our thanks, and also to Mr. Sawyer, who took us under his wing five years ago and guided us through the awkward age. If we ask to be remembered at all. it is not as a group strikingly outstanding, but merely as a good form which was fond of St. Markis School and the ideals for which it stands.