Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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PETER YVAGER BROWN Stalking through the darkened halls, With sweater green and overalls, Comes Pete the night-owl with stealthy tread, Makes lofty roofs his nightly bed. In winter storms of swirling snow, Upon the quad a mound did grow, Until with height of forty feet It climbed to the room of Cuban Pete, And then was axed to lowly rubble- Insomnia, he claimed, had been his trouble. Daphne to the dance he brought, And gazed in her eyes with dubious thought. With Chew-Chew roomed his sixth form year, While wandiring in the woods so near. Logsecretly a scull he made, And even did the ice-box raid. With bushy head and writing neat, Lifeis problems you will surely meet. New York, N. X Diploma with Distimrtion Prefeet: Assistant Crew Maiiagerg Musical Comedy Staff '46, 5173 Choir '4-3, '4-1, '45L Glee Club '4-5: Librarian ,45,'-16, '47g Brantwood Committee, Scholar '47, Cum Laude Society. Far Hills, N. J. CHARLES AUSTIN Buck Prefer-t: Football Squad '-Mig Tennis Team '46, Committee '47g Treasurer Entertainment Committee: Dra matic Club 517, Staff '47: Glee Club '453 School Store Managerg Librarian i-15, '46, 17. Oh, Juvo, Juvo, eire so bright, Survivor of an Indian mghtf Your burning hope at last come true, Your endless years of quest are through, The waiter let you in La Rue! In Far Hill fields the flowers grow Wlhere Austie may on tennis crow. This student finds his books are fetters So spends his time in writing letters. lle manages store with cool efficiency, Could business be his one deficiency? The library is a thrilling place, Jasp rambled on at, crawling pace. Always so casual he tries to seem, Our white-clad pro of the tennis team. 26 Y

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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

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Blessings on thee, little man, VVith grating voice and Southern tan. Though minus diplomatic sense, Your lightning tongue a good defense. But once when words did hotly fly You ended up with blackened eye! Your versatility known by all- Slapstick comic, managed ball. Rival teams they ne'er appear Oh, that game was scheduled for last year. With Lion funds, too, you like to play, Gleefully writing checks all day. And as debater, you won renown- Little Caesar, please pipe down. Morrisville, Pa. FREDERIC GALLATIN CAMMANN Prefer-t, Basketball Squad '45, VVrestling Team '46, Soccer Team '46, Baseball lVIanager, LION Board, St. Marker Board: Dramatic Club '45, '46, '47, Staff '45, '46, '47, Musical Comedy '45, '46, '47, Stall '46, '47, Glee C lub '45, '46, '47, Choir '44, '45, '46, '47, Debating Team, Librarian '45, Summer Session '43, GLEN FRISBEE CARD, JR. Brookline, Mass. Prefeet: Football Letterman '45, '46, Hockey Squad '46, Letterman '47, Pawnshop Boy '46, Slimmer Session '43, '44, F.B.S. '47. Impassive face with blcary eyes, A muscled bod' with whiskers tough. So many morns he failed to rise, Boston Denny, our Brookline rough. With Newb a silent year he spent, And F.B.S. he gave a try, With Bill and Tony pleasure bent, With pictures, records, and glass on high. An athlete he is of boundless might, And yet, at times, we hear That oft' i11 his room at night. Did wisps of smoke appear. Ah, Denny lad with eyes of blue, And face that's so inert, Sweet lassies we hear do rush to you, We hope you'll keep your shirt. l 27