Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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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

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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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in one of the corridors, except Tom and Gundyberger, and Hank and deG. T and G enjoyed all-night lights and built-in ashtrays, while H and deG used to fight over who most resembled Cyrano de Bergerac. Hank thought he was the great lover, and Carl, W well, he didn't have to think muchg it was as plain as the ..... Conversation was usually dull, con- sisting of the same old biting wit: Oh Excuse me, Errol Flynn! and a few pat answers to such comments. Oh, Cyno!', . . . Bitter oneln. . . Some more than others were the rage. More interesting tidbits of conversation ran thusly: D. Busy? C. M. No, you?', D. Nawl C. M. Let's go to French class. The winter term found even more ath- letic accomplishments, with heavy repre- sentation on two of the three squads. It was about this time of the year that our beloved alligator tamer, sober but com- pletely befuddled by the comings and goings of life, made his now-famous drop from a classroom window. This set off the true spirit of our frolicing group: chanting chain gangs, midnight attacks by the maharajah of the fuzzy-wuzzies, daily Brantwood campfires by H. Cotton Mor- timer, and of course the ceaseless intel- lectualisms of Bowanwanwanwanwan! In the spring Mort and Jeff dominated the first boat, while Ashby and Rem were big wheels on the big diamond. In the classroom, English A was coming along fine on 250-word essays, except for radical Henry, who insisted on turning in edi- torials from Field and Stream. CGood Pointlj As the year rolled to a close, we elected wheels, and Juff-Juff drew the shortest straw. A few drew purple shafts, but the straws with IW on them went to the rest of the unchanging political trio, Chas and the hlole, P.B.F., Rem, Finne- gan, and Romeo. HF PII Fl! if if At last we have reached the top was our feeling as we walked through the clois- ters for the last beginning of a school year that we would see. Quickly we were made busy with our new positions, and as Jeff grunted out the rules to the new boys, we began to feel at home. After the first few nights, however, we suddenly realized that there were some additions to our own glorious and select few. Brock found himself with our Austrian friend Heinz,