Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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O JOHN BARON ABBOT Come with me to Westford town, Wlith apples growing all around, Or oH' to Forge Village, perchance, To take a fling at rural romance. Off to the woods Chic-Chic went, VVith gun and Harry on wild game-'s scent. Bound for New York in high powered car, Disrcgards official star. Nemesis of Very cop, None has ever seen him stop! Gotta VVork!', Gotta Work!',, he grinds all day But took time off for hockey play. The papers announced in headlines shrill-M Payroll Robbed From Abbot lNIill! YVas Bud a little short on cash? Or was Ace in debt for an auto smash? Westford, Blass. Prefectg Student Council '45g Football Squad ,46g Hockey Squad '45, Letterman '46, ,473 Baseball Squad '4-5, '-1-6, '-1-73 Vice-President S.M.A.A.1 Telephone Boy ' lYoodstock, Vt. Scholar '-1:71 Librarian '43, l .B.S. 217. NYhat? lVhat? Yes, Yes, Overseas British Airways, if you please. Oh, that accent flowing down, From Billy Beehan of New York town. FBS. his private toy, Making records his inane joy. Nervous, blinking, dapper man, Super deluxe fountain pen fan. In smoker every night this year, Drives M.G. in fourth high gear. For us he mocked in endless tones, The old fella in mumbling groans. Copley, Copley, Square, that is, XVoodstock, Biltmore, all are his! 45. WILLIAM EMMET BEE1-IAN, JR 24

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1947

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Mert, lived with hlike in silent gloom, He ground and ground and ground. When Vindex adds fill up the room, Then does his machine-gun laugh resound. This boy, an earnest spendthrift, Once to someone said, My comb was a second form year gift. To smooth my hair so redf, A baseball fan, the Bums' defender, Gorilla mane-Hair tonic Vendor. VVe send our hope You sometime a liberal spender. Flushing, L. I. Basketball Squad St. Mark's Scholar '46g WILLIAM ROBERT Football Team '46g that time will render FREIIERIC TXTARTIN BowNI-1 Diploma with D1..Ytill!'liUlI '45: Vindea: Board, Dramatic Club Staff '45g School Store Manager, Librarian '45, '4-6, '4-7: Scholar '43, '45, '47g Cum Laude Society. BRADY Dorchester, bl ass. Brantwood Counselor '45, '46, Every day downtown he goes, How much he's eaten-no one knows. The food at school is not enough Y His stomach's filled with sticky stuff. A burly back on Bennyys team, His stomach before the game did seem Too full-those butterHies appeared! And yet he played, whom the Grotties feared. Our mighty Bill of bulging muscles With VVayward has those simple tussles Dorm D-the home of childish play, Poor Rudolf's hairs are turning gray. And now we end, dear friend, farewell. What holds your future?-None can tell. 25