Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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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.

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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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l l The second round opened with a flour- ish. One morning the good doctor re- turned to find that he had been tagged target for tonight,', and the slate book bulged. Brock had to exercise every ounce of his political powers to Whittle down the threatened worst punishment in the history of the schoolv to a quick trip around the track for himself and his co- horts. While Jeff made the hockey squad, the rest of us were content with lesser things, notably the J.V.'s, both hockey and basketballg and Mr. Coe, foiled in his attempt at touch football, turned out a very creditable exhibition of grunts and groans, of which Freaky was a member. In the closing days of the term, the spirit of the Sixth Form reared its ugly head in the shape of a paddling for Ashby and little Oakleigh for their intrusion into the Sixth Form room. On this painful note the term ended. Spring term dawned warm and lazy, and while Ashby, Eddy, Ox, Rem, and Pete turned in creditable performances on the J.V. baseball team, a different story was being told on the briny deep of Fort Meadow. Every afternoon the same episode would take place. An angry Cuban would turn on one of his fellow galley slaves and snarl: Robbeens! Eeef you don't pull that oar I am going to keel you!,' After spring sports and exams had taken their toll, Prize Day bloomed and with tears in our eyes we bade the old school goodbye and took off to sample Brantwood,s wares. Sk Ik Pk lk lk A mild but unexpected shock rocked the traditional progressiveness of St. Mark,s school as the virtually unchanged class of ,50 moved in to assume the somewhat dubious roles of Fifth Formers. We had traded in Camach for the newer model, a racy Brockton gangster tagged Flash, and we thought that was all. We were sadly mistaken, however, as within a month our ranks had been swelled again by an oily brain, an athletic brawn, and Henry. Now the grind was to begin. This was it, the first of our last two years, our next to last chance to make good. At- tention was drawn to the necessity of a well-rounded education, and so, among our seven subjects, we found Current Events at the bottom of the list. The next profound advent of the year was our C. E. teacher, Mr. E. V. Monroe fuwith a 'u' if you please, thank you j Esq. Mr. Barber became official headmaster in November, and we were all very happy. Mrs. Hill, his first appointment to the staff, was also welcomed with warm en- thusiasm. Intellectually we suddenly became far superior to any form since 1869, and our accomplishments proved this. Frans, Dee, Matt, and Chris all passed for the year, showing that they knew more math than Clayt did. English C ended the year with the track firmly laid for future proficiency in Anglo-Saxon, ancient Icelandic, Ger- manic philology, old Norse law, and prep- ositions. Everybody lived under cruel despotism