Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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THE SIXTH FORM IN 751 Quarton, Kean, Akers, Creel, Hall, R., Morrell, Neilson Steedman, Rankin, Howarth, Harvey, Doughten, Sears, Hutchins, Hall, B., Armstrong, Douglas, Wisdom, Johnson Supino, Spurr, Walsh, Jones, Scudder, Aiken, Roth, Davis, Coe, Shaw, Carter, White, Haskins, Smiddy Reeves, Musgrave, VanVranken, Williamson, Berthelsen, Beveridge, Sherwood, Loudon, Gilmor, Byrd, Edwards SIXTH FORM Neilson, Doughten, Legorreta, Scudder, Armstrong, Hall, R., Howarth, E., Jones, A., Williamson, Loudon, Rankin Reeves, Aiken, Supino, Coe, Walsh, Akers, Harvey, F. H., Ballande, Smiddy, Gilmor, Spurr, Hutchins, Morrell VanVranken, Shaw, J., Kean, Beveridge, Sherwood, Steedman, Douglas, Berthelsen, Sears Haskins, Carter, L. A., Musgrave, Edwards, Hall, B., Quarton 8

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SIXTH FORM

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— = = ae — ——— MONITORS Berthelsen, Shaw, J., Kean Steedman, Sherwood, Mr. Barber, Beveridge, Douglas Form History (The following entries have been taken verbatim from the personal diary of the Sr. Mark’s Lion, whose memorial stands outside the west cloisters. ) JuNE 1948. Dear Diary, I can tell things are changing just by the feeling in my weary old bones. With age comes wisdom, you know. Now take those fifteen little Firsties. [ve seen forms come and go for over eighty years. Gilly, Van, Mussy, Jiggy and the rest were like all the other First Forms last fall—tiny pebbles in a great pond. They’ve changed a little; they’re bigger and cockier, but that is not what inter- ests me. By the time they graduate, they will stand for something, for an era. When they go, the old days go. I feel that more strongly every time I think about it. Things are changing. They will be the last form to go 9 through Bloody Sunday, the last form to be paddled, the last form to be really belted by their superiors. There were plenty of evils in the old system, but also some very real good. If anything can put the fear of the Lord in little brats, what they and their predecessors have been through can. It takes them off their high horse in a hurry, makes the pebbles smaller and the pond bigger. That’s what they stand for, and that’s why I’m re- cording their history. The first year has been long and tough. Long in the hours on the coalpile and the cold, dreary winter mornings; tough in getting adjusted and getting recognized. But it has also been a happy care-free year. Some things stand out. The daily, spontaneous mutilation of the person and property of an ungainly monster. It was a unifying diversion for brats with no sense of decency as yet, but