Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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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

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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 had Cong indignantly declared that it was Ookinis turn, but arbitration fol- lowed confusion in North 3 and the Spar- row-Dixon Line was set up. Newbold and two hospitable aunts, understandably confused by a sudden advent of glutton- ous St. Markers, served turkey to Palmer, Ben, and the carniverous Slobber, who found double-bed accommodations slight- ly cramped. The rest of the term was occu- pied with a faculty investigation of Butch's and Lutheris third floor bottled goods concession, which was eventually outlawed as a combination in restraint of trade. The dull winter term was livened by increased interest in French 4 B, under Ed the HeadY,47 has been his bane ever since-with Tony discovering the fiendish diversion of providing the senior master with stogies of guaranteed accuracy on the sly. Life may have been dull for some, but Dave, rapidly rising to literary heights, chronicled for the Vindex his delights in New Dorm in a diverting style. The form, contrary to all expectations, was beginning to develop athletically Tilly, Ezra Filfitch, and of course Jim, God's gift to the gridiron, received hockey letters. The remainder of the term in- cluded numerous trips to the Hotel Brad- ford for Town ltleetings of the Air, sup- plemented by childish visits to the local merry-go-round. Garry's brains sufticed for himself and his mythical relations pro- vided a long-distance reprieve for Palm, who consistently remained in town for dinner and vaudeville at the Scollay Square Athenaeum. Shortly before Easter vacation we were informed that that blessed respite was not to take place, due to the coal situation and the Brew. Five days in the vicinity seemed scant compensation, but patriot- ism revived when Prize Day was moved up a week. Always an eager bunch, we made the best of limited opportunity. The Ritz-Carlton once again catered to that refined prep-school group. Tony and Goob's luxurious suite served as head- quarters for Chick and cosmopolitan friends who worked out a schedule for the bathtub for their few hours of sleep. Shortly after the commencement of the spring term, Kenny, still imbued with the divine fervor, approached Jimmy with a blank notebook and asked him to write down his thoughts for analysis. Jimmy, lacking subject matter, indignantly re- fused. The schoolls second annual musical, graced that spring with a substantial number of the class, moved along at a fine pace. The Luxuriant Will, in a manner now famous, tried to impress us with the fact that I Don't Get Out After Dark, but we only laughed. Niggerbaby and other after-dinner games succeeded in hastening the term, and before we knew it the Groton game was upon us. lVe lost again in depressing extra innings. In a last burst of exuberance we deblockaded the Arms, then run by a slightly unbal- anced individual who, surprisingly enough was not on good terms with the St. Mark's authorities. On the last night the first