Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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limelight as the baseball season began. It wasn't long before we learned that Car- michael was fated to become the greatest Southboro northpaw. On the whole it was a happy year, in which little was ac- complished, and a great deal of harm was done to the school. All of us looked for- ward to returning in the autumn, and completing our work of destruction. 44 lk Pk lk ik On the afternoon of September 23, 1945, we again arrived at this hierarchy of learning, our ranks totalling twelve scared new kids and nine old-timers. The majority of our form nestled beneath the benign wings of Mighty Mouse once again. In the field of athletics, most of our form represented the midget team, while some of the more rotund members were assigned to the Juniors. Football over and done with, after a cancelled Groton game, we turned to indoor activities. Several clubs of dubious quality were formed. Neville augmented his reputation by a notorious power of concentration, and Frans, who had been prominent from the start, established a new record in the slate book, outdoing even Chris! Johnny Alles forsook his bed at night and took to the alcove partitions. Our pent-up energy was given a break when, because of jaundice, we were paroled a week early, and so we left, dreaming of home and food. The winter term brought us back fresh- too fresh perhaps.Even the normally well- behaved Goober decided to go on a noc- turnal jaunt, and after a thorough search by the Sixth Form, was captured under Mort's bed. In the field of hockey our form shone, under the name of the Nifty Fifties, and led by Jeff, we were awarded the title of Non Pro Sumus by the class of ,46. Nor was hockey our only claim to fame - we also had Wanda Battles on the Third Squad basketball team. In the classroom, while a few of the less intelli- gent boys in the form were being psy- choed, the luckier element was culling A's in English for well-sharpened pencils and clean shirts. Winter term, instead of being boring, held so much joy that we were indeed sad to go home for spring vacation. Even at that early date we were making a name for ourselves. Spring term returned us Oakleigh in all his native splendor. Ashby continued showing his prowess as a twirler on Second Thayer, and the Heap Qthen but a heap- letj blew ball games with clock-like pre- cision for Second Brotherhood. At last came Prize Day and the general exodus. We were beginning to catch on to this racket called prep school. ik lk wk 42 ik When the curtain rang up on our Third Form year, we found our ranks almost doubled with the addition of ten new faces, after having dropped Styvie by the wayside, and lost John to greener grid- irons. Willy's days among us were also numbered. The new arrivals were equally strange to behold, however, and it was several weeks before we could figure out t.he giant but generous motorcycle mogul called Aga, the smiling Long Island intellectual who faced daily toward the East on his prayer rug and made obeisance to the great G.B.S., or the mysterious fugitives, Don Juan and Onreek. The majority of us made new homes aboard the H.M.S. Crackin', under the command of an ex-admiral who was to become our form advisor, but a few were still confined to the mousy alcoves of Dorm B. Our achievements on the ath- letic field had already given foreboding signs that our form would have to dis- tinguish itself in mental activities, as Pepe alone claimed a post on the J. V. squad. The majority of the rest of us strove to learn how to hula under the

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MONITORS VVebh, Mortimer, R., YVhite-house ltomainc, Coolidge, Mr. Barber, llilworth, l'lI'Cl'Illlll Form History It was way back in the autumn of '44 that the first ten star-crossed contestants shuffled across the worn threshold of St. Mark's to take up the battle of elimina- tion with the faculty that resulted in the class of 1950 Cwe won 9-33. Unfortunately we escaped the legendary era of chamber- maids and waitresses which had been foreclosed by the war, but we soon de- veloped compensations for our limita- tions. At first the New Englanders, Pete, Chris, Fletch, Ashby, Leech, and Teddy, Southboro's own mental monster, scorned the Hferinersf, Vliilly, Styvie, OX, and Brock, an unfortunate product of political corruption. It was not long before the overwhelm- ing potentialities of the form made them- selves evident. Granted we were neither surprisingly athletic nor amazingly scho- lastic, but Chris immediately broke all previous records of accumulated slate, and Brock set out upon a task of organiz- ing one of the most powerful political bandwagons ever constructed. Politico raised his moley head above the persecu- tion which was to torment him for six long years, and framed the first form government. Nature's ten terrible deformities were not long in drawing their first blood, and from that time on there were broom fights, pillow fights, snowball fights, fruit fights, cracker tights, fist fights, and even a knife fight. Dorm A still bears the scars of our battles. By the end of the term we were the nemesis of all known authorities. By sheer animal cunning Chris became the new president, but his reign was cut short, by the Brew, who claimed the gov- ernment was a corrupt totalitarianism. Mumbles was still hidden in the fog. Ashby, who had been the subtle insti- gator of many a dorm riot, came into the

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watchful eyes of Coach Daggett, with little else to look forward to save the decorating for the Groton victory celebra- tion. For once our dream came true. The celebration touched off the true reckless spirit of the form, as we roared to a climactic crescendo finish before vacation. If the fall term had lacked any of the constant excitement and activity of which we were capable, the winter months made up for it. Athletically, Jose outclassed the rest of us by earning the form's first major letter, while Freak laid groundwork for his histrionic career as a bowlegged first lady. The never-to-be- forgotten Navel, who still pops up now and then, had mercenary matters well in hand at Brantwood, where he and other untold dozens of fugitives from Herky manufactured food and merriment to the great displeasure of all authorities. VVe were a very conscientious group, however, and there was much evidence of this. An Eli social registeritef' Noel McClintock Garrison Ellis, then merely a prefect, looked up as he was grazing at a nearby pasture, and put into effect the first St. Markis honor system. Form unity nearly defeated his purpose, as Dick and Shlarb penned their names to un- committed crimes. Form politics, which has always been featured, was then only gaining momen- tum, as Mole and Jeff alternated in the Council, local Peter VV. laid groundwork for an eventually vain campaign, and Cleo popped his head out of the goldfish bowl to make history in the classroom, at the athletic field, and on the dance floor. Our most notorious adventure of the year, however, came in the spring term, when eight upstanding citizens were rep- rimanded as villainous vandals. VVe paid for our crime in specie, as well as in labor, to the tune of about 850. Rather than reshingling the roof which we destroyed, the money apparently found its way to more prosperous pockets. On such a typical note we ended our lower school C2lI'66I'. Sk PI' Bk Ik ak Returning to school in the fall of '47, we were confronted with the idea that we were no longer in the Lower School, but grown up Fourth Formers. Evidently this idea was slow in penetrating, for the first week in Dorm E resulted in several un- pleasant episodes, not the least of which was a knife iight. VVhen the smoke cleared, we got our first chance to see just what the Lion had brought us in the way of new kids. What a sight they were: a long seductive-looking thing named Pansy, an amateur barber, a strange Shmoo-shaped animal, and the one and only flying horse. Football found us supporting a rather unsuccessful J .V. team while the squad romped home to an undefeated season. After the Groton game the days passed slowly, and Mr. Coe's heroic attempts to start a touch football league culminated in a few of t.he diehards sloshing about Belmont Field in alternating snow and slush. Finally the long-awaited day came, and we raced for home, llyan's, and the Gets.