Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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only a select few. lYe soon caught the spirit of dormitory life. the air-minded performing on various partitions and the more belligerent resorting to brooms with which they smashed the hallowed walls of Dorm A in addition to some of their youthful comrades. Our gridiron loss to Groton did not seem disastrous, but, having grasped the spirit of the school by the baseball defeat in lNIay, we vowed athletic revenge, a feat we were unable to accomplish until our last year. As the fall of ,112 rolled around, our form began to take shape, but it also picked up many mysterious individuals who stayed for a few days and then de- cided they couldnit take it. lNIucker, Hrst of all, decided he liked the First Form and took another crack at it. A group of eighteen new kids joined us and after a screening period of a week or so they were taken into the form. Jug-Head, who had just finished his thirty thousandth banana, and Goober, who came and left hungry, immediately got together and looked into the food situation. The Little King, whose halo at this time was hardly visible, arrived along with Caveman, Glut and Jasper. The then unpolluted trio of Valvo, Jimmy, and Ike soon made them- selves felt, but the most important addi- tion was, naturally, The Will. Ookins and Cong came and soon struck up a friendship that wasn't to be broken for many years, as did Shuttleworth, Grease Ball, Fithu, and the still somewhat anonymous Ripple. Most of us were caged in Dorm B, but the mighty pair of Caveman and Jasp were forced to dwell in A with the First Form. The first great shock to come to us was when Bartlett and Marshall, two fugitives from the Capone mob who were our prefects, pro- claimed that no one was allowed in any- body elsels alcove. This curtailed all nocturnal wanderings for a while, but pretty soon we learned the tricks of the trade and nobody was frustrated in the end. Rather early in the year, the Mal- den Mauler began stealing comic books and anything else he could lay his hands on. He and Memph, a strapping disciple of Boss Crump, ruled us with an iron hand by dint of size and a back-alley technique. In football nobody proved much except Jimmy, round and pudgy and, what's more, then ignorant of the charms of Edie-Poo, he sparked the sec- ond Brotherhood eleven. Richard, realiz- ing itis never too early, started his long and unsuccessful political campaign, and, after another Groton football defeat, we departed for vacation. Soon after our re- turn in January, Grease Ball and our friend Ripple, who started as a Fourth Former and gradually worked his way down to us, took it on the lam for the former's Chelsea hideout and, after many days of search and a long and bloody gun battle, they were finally captured. Strange as it may seem, we saw no more of them. In the winter term, we all played hockey and Jasp proclaimed himself first team material but as usual proved casual. Our days in the classrooms were very

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TH E MONITORS Pepper, Cassatt, lt., Ellis Southgate, Dixon, hir. Brewster, Lowell, Tilghman Form History Seven parents of the nucleus of the illustrious Class of '47 anticipated Roose- velt's billion-dollar lend-lease pledge of November, 1941, when they bound them- selves in September of the same year for an estimated 589000 outlay to the worthy institution of St. lXfark,s. Of the original hardy seven but three remained with us throughout our career, luck perhaps being a major factor in their success. Ours is a long story, only brief portions of which can be told. Though oftentimes voted most unlikely to succeed in our earlier days, faculty premonitions proved overly- pessimistic as our record Qneedless to say, not the portions of which are remembered herej has turned out relatively well. As is usually the case, the first few days of boarding school life were terrifying and confusing. VVhy nobody should walk on the quadrangle, play the vic in the Sixth Form Room, or refer to the school chaplain as the big tool with the queer collar was made very clear to Hassy, whose undaunted spirit, however, rc- mained unimpressed. Big Tom, who later proved a study in retrogression, gained valuable experience that year in the task of being a First Former, a position in which he later excelled. Tilly and hlartin, ever opportunists, found relief in pro- claiming far and wide that the only reason they were not members of the vocally elite soprano section was because their voices were changing, while young John Miles astounded the school with his collection of good goods from Brooks, hitherto unprecedented in a First Former, and early surrounded himself with an air of mystery by claiming to be the psycho- analytic heir to the British throne. Spooky Baldwin, playboy from Virginia and self- elected form artist, was inspired by Goya's masterpieces and produced water- colors of a depth far beyond his years, which, like the Boston T ranscript, reached

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profitable as Dixie, doing extra work for Woofy, would pile up a total of two hundred points or so a month. P. Potter was the inspiring English teacher of most of us, and we spent an interesting year learning the mysteries of life from him. In the spring term Goob and Jimmy were the stars of Thayer and Brotherhood seconds respectively. The Gorilla must have gotten new clothes this year, al- though nobody remembers it, because he now apologizes for his attire by saying his suitings were new Second Form year. The high point of the term was the vic- tory over Groton in baseball, our last for many lean years. The last few weeks of the year proved interesting when The Babe and Yo-yo finally found something in common. As we returned to school the fall of our Third Form year, we learned of the de- parture of Fischer, McLean, and Moore, but rejoiced to find with us eleven dc- lightfully varied new additions, including the immortal star of stage, screen, and radio, our handsome young man, New- bold the WYopg Eddie, the bird-like intel- lectualg Ace, the Westford poultry ped- dlerg Boston Denny, an ill-shaven denizen of the Old Howard, but foremost of whom was Herboo, the starving Southboro aristocrat, who, by the end of the year when he retired to more lucrative pastures, had gotten plenty more out of school than he put in. The Hairy Sleeze, also, snided up from the First Form and fitted smooth- ly into the circle. The eleven, a rowdy crowd to be sure, soon incurred the wrath of the fourth floor snobs. Cow and Palm, Hrst to attempt the ascent, encountered icy glares and retreated before a barrage of Vienna tops from the hands of Big Rich and his campaign managers. As the year progressed, however, relations im- proved to such an extent that even young Death Breath, fast, earning a rep the Local Vocal, was initiated into the some- what questionable activities of the upper floor via a broken back at the hands of Lord J im. Scarcely had we become steeped in the grand old tradition when muscular Memph, disgusted with the unresponsiveness of damyankees and unable to control his de- sire for Southern Comfort, packed up his carpetbag and returned to the blue grass to follow in the footsteps of Rhett Butler. Early November found us busied with Groton game preparations, which, unfor- tunately, never came to use as a last minute Grottie pass clicked for a 14--7 victory to continue their string. lVe de- voted the remainder of the first term to becoming acquainted with the resident characters, foremost among whom was the now immortal Chico D'Amico who for the convenience of his advisees carried a portable grocery store beneath his Red Cross button. His Latin class was ex- ceptionally scintillating as he gave A plus-pluses to everybody except Herbie, who with little trouble maintained a steady E average. Returning from Christmas vacation, which was highlighted by the last Groton-