Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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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

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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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of many graft deals came to a successful conclusion as a sober group presented a touching farewell gift to lWr. Schenck. The beauty of the occasion was somewhat marred, however, when the latter, sus- picious of his repenting inmates, told us to return the stolen articles immediately. With the draft in effect and the re- sulting dearth of able men, the Class of '47 took a substantial part in the ad- ministration of Brantwood that summer. In order to better the morality of Feep and associates, the Brew sent up Prohibi- tion Agent Berjell, who was always on the Brink of disaster and finally admitted defeat in a hopeless task. Our local deity Pete first exhibited his powers as an ad- ministrator, and Bob and Garry found Handy Andy, the seventy-year-old, Union- suited kitchen boy, an interesting if not amusing roommate. VVe returned for our Fifth Form year in high fettlc, enjoying to the utmost our first real burden of responsibility. The initial shock of thc year was the return of 0,Beehan, who had lost his Irish accent and progressed to the point of changing his wardrobe at least five times a day. Further additions were Sling, a genial mystic with a squeaky voice, lwuky, who started off a happy career rooming with The Will, and Choo-Choo, who had skipped. VVe were further amazed to learn that one of our form had been shot by one of Cupid's Long-Island-inanufactured ar- rows and soon planned to change the l. to P. Early in the ycar Caveman's artistic leanings suffered a setback when Billy B. informed him that art full of vim, Varga, and vitality was definitely not appreciated. The football season was off with a crash as a fair complement of '47 found themselves duck-waddling in search of Knuteis oversize football. A successful season was cut short by Lanierynjaundice, and a bed-ridden eleven greeted news of the Groton game cancellation with tears and sobs. Thanksgiving recess prevented Hatch and Death-Breath from setting an all-time high for messy rooms in succes- sion. It was on this occasion that J ughead and Palm, journeying belatedly to the Hub, arrived in time to help Sling, Sleaze, and Dixie restrain Nouveau John from his spirited project of Aviation Without VVings. December found Ben trying un- successfully to convert Berjell to pro- fanity, while lNIart swapped scientific gems for classical mysticisms from the Beagle in some well-hidden nook. Christmas vacation found most of us courting Santa Claus amid the pleasures of New York, and when we returnediwe found that the Christmas spirit still re- mained with the Doctor, who hi-boyed around distributing well-placed geese. Hockey had a mediocre, and basketball a good season, the latter resulting in the awarding of a major letter at the end of the term by a singular majority of the Brew. Spring term saw Dave's eloquence, ori- ginality, and directness of purpose flower as he considered every possible side of,