Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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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,

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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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who soon began taunting him with cries of skehleetong.,' There was another pair of roommates, neither of whom we had ever seen before A Buddy Bill and Hop- along Wvallace. Once in a while we even caught sight of a big smiling face peeking around corners. From then on there was no doubt that l'.N.S. was bashful: but when he turned out to be a genius as well, we were surprised, I theenk. The lied- nosed reindeer added further talent to the form with his renditions of Your Feetls Too Big during smoker. And then there was always Ted, the assistant organism. Walt the jazz artist and Fran the intellect joined us a few weeks later, straight from an institution to the north. The gridiron results were not too satis- factory, and everyone expressed a desire that this should not be a foreboding of things to come. YYe pulled through any- way in high spirits, mentally if not physi- cally. YVc got some satisfaction out of the thought that no one really expected us to shine anyway 4 least of all Benny. The school was struck with amazement mingled with a little horror when they heard that Oak had been elected soccer captain. Nevertheless everything went smoothly, even though Oak and Frans were given a short two-week vacation. Oak came back determined to turn over a new leaf, but Tooft .... well anyway, he left us the heritage of the little girl's candy. Vacation rolled around, and the Groton- St. lVlark's dance proved to be a reunion. Walt threw a monster tomato-juice party, the effects of which were later heard at the Coq Rouge with Chris in the lead by a head. Wie returned to school tired but happy over our conquests. The next few weeks were taken up with mad preparations for midyears and the Sixth Form weekend. Which ones were madder the faculty never quite knew, but results seemed to favor the latter. Activities were interrupted by the invasion of the thirty-two lovelies for the long-awaited dance. Pete, Carl, and Rocky, who sacrificed all for an extra fifteen minutes at Larry's lodgings, will long remember the effects of their happy error. Bobby pulled the trick of the year, though, and Cyn never knew the differ- ence. The Christian Science lllonitor car-