Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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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-

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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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St. lNIark's Dance of the pre-Pepsi-Cola era, the spot-light turned on the red pajama-ed Babe with her intensive course in crypto-analysis. VVe were sorry that Bill Beehan was incapable of joining the inner circle, but he had been marooned in a New York dentist's chair. Peter VVager, our fast-growing genius, followed the general trend by effectively combining business with pleasure with the aid of a test-tube. Brooksey John, the dapper cosmopolite, constantly deplored the poor quality of the labels in his comrades, clothing, and Brother Julius further in- trigued us as he whiled away the mid- night hours quietly reciting Hamlet's soliloquies in German or translating Goethe into fluent Greek. lilike was at this point bringing to light his amazing organizational and financial talents, not only running Brantwood at an unac- counted for profit, but also, having ex- hausted the St. Mark's market, taking to vending his various tabloids to the towns- people. It was during this term that Moo played Houdini without success and Gismo learned that a Brownie always has a white filling. Jasp's skin infections pro- vided bottles of priceless lotion invalu- able in dorm warfare, and Thomp rivaled John the Barber, giving Caveman a con- vict special. The spring term brought its usual round of outdoor activities, highlighted by a Sabbath pursuit of The Will. Her- boo, infested with spring fever, found his Boy Scout days numbered as Palmer strangled him in his pup-tent. One of the few bright spots of the term was Large J ames, annexation of the form's first letter, as he beat out a bunt in an otherwise dis- astrous Groton game. That summer three of our form dis- covered Brantwood. The as yet youthful Rosemont Egghead was overcome by the beauty of it all plus two beers. Archie, local Dave, and Bill, promptly christened Hatchet-face for reasons un- known, arrived the following autumn to console us for Herboo's loss. Hatchet, with a hundred-watt bulb and a straight- backed chair to keep him company, set up housekeeping in New Dorm under the newly-arrived pride of Harvard. Also noteworthy in their activities under Mr. Schenck were Valvo and Arch, two firm believers who one night unwittingly in- formed the shocked A. J. of their re- ligion, receiving a cool eight for upholding such a faith, and the ever-active Leech, Who, tiring of roommate Johnis sartorial conversation, held nightly square dances at the expense of Garry, rooming, queerly enough, with Little Lud. Uncle Frank's boy Kenny, the divinity of the attic, failed early in his attempts to convert the skeptical Chicken, but the great-grandson of the poet, confined in the Tower Room with Goob, found the latter's pagan ideas infinitely more interesting. Brother J ames' leg injury may have had something to do with the humiliating reversal at Groton in November. Thanksgiving came as a welcome break, as within the space of the week not