Saint Marks School - Lion Yearbook (Southborough, MA)

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rounded the Florida Keys from Jamaica to tread upon both the stage and our egos. We were spread all over the third floor, and managed to stay in trouble most of the time. In our stunning suites on Yvest and North 3 we were controlled by Bishops', Trefry and Adams, who did their best to suppress the usual budding Fourth Formitis. Fingers Brewster, whose continued presence in our ranks remained something of a mystery, was unchallenged as public menace No. 1 on his new stamping grounds along North 3. Our new history master and all-around coach instigated a revolutionary idea: essay questions. His offer at the beginning of the year looked loaded, but, as it turned out, a complimentary 60 and un- limited cuts was a proposition some could well have afforded to take. Crocker C., our golden boy from the beaches of California and Florida, found an A to his liking in Mr. Saunder's jometry class, while Crocker D., referred to in the familiar as Darvoo, sunk to the sixties in the confusion. Darv and his roommate Cartie were a quiet pair in their immacu- late West 3 hideaway, and this little section of the world soon became famous for the studious perfection of its inhabi- tants. Gus and Jerry discovered their forte on the football field that year, and in the winter Rod and lileegie garnered numerals in hockey. The chill weather was not infrequently given warmth by a pair of guitars, neatly handled by Jer and Jax. With Russ on the gourds, Caravan became nearly identifiable, and on oc- casion Brooksie added his uninvited and questionable vocal talents. In general, 'though, little worthy of lnore than incidental note was accom- plished that year. Talent in music and athletics was shown in places, and a well- selected cast made a hit out of hir. VViseman's French Play, in which the ham was served well-done. But most of us had our sights set on the Fifth Form, where we would reach the stage of privilege and authority. It was very doubtful whether we met qualifications! Upon our return in the fall of '54-, some faces were not unexpectedly missing, but we all hated to see boys like Dink, Jake, and Nick leave us. We shrugged off such thoughts, however, and turned to more important considerations. The craze of power stunned some long enough to keep Room A well filled after supper for a while, but the novelty wore off in most cases, and after the Black List Club inaugurated proceedings with nearly a dozen charter members for the first month, we realized that there was work to be done. Toward the end of the fall term, the darkest chapter in our history, the roof fell in. Although the exodus of nine left us perplexed at first, we soon saw everything in the right light, and we were sufficiently impressed to realize that this disaster would prove the solution to many problems. Athletically, we tripled our represen- tation on the football squad, and had a big hand in soccer's league-leading record of 10-1. George, returning from Paris, led our delegates on the soccer line, while Chip and Louie starred among the backs.

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tales of the rough-'11-ready exploits of Chuck, who pushed anywhere between five and a dozen liianhattan flatfeet into back-alley gutters. This same lad later was rewarded with a smelly', by a sensitive room inspector who found the aroma of Chuck's cage too overpower- ing to allow entry. After two inferior Groton teams were routed to serve as encouragement, the class of '56 looked ahead to the Third Form and its first hints of responsibility. Brantwood store was destined to set a record for profits and broken bottles, while the proponent of perfect pronunci- ation and a bashful blond from Boston were headed for a proxy battle, and also a successful year, for the Blue and Wh-ite. As the slowly maturing cubs straggled back to the beckoning walls of the school, they repeatedly stumbled over throngs of new Third Formers, who, after a little sifting, were eventually to make the form what it is. We found ourselves divided between Dorms B and E, which formed a perfect contrast. The former was governed by the dearly beloved doctor, while Dorm E was still a British protectorate. The inmates of B resorted to planned revo- lution, which was culminated by Squam- toi' VVooten, a misplaced Briton who was convinced that popcorn, if planted on the Sabbath at dawn, would grow from the floor. Any uprising was squelched by the prefects, better known as Gourmands, with a little assistance from Doc Begg. Dorm E, on the other hand, was well satisfied to lead a life of peaceful co- existence under the iron rule of their formidable prefects. Athletically, we were still nothing to brag about, but Jerry outperformed us all on his improvised trampoline, until one day the undercarriage gave way. All that was left of this popular indoor sport was a damage bill for one straw pallet and a set of bedsprings. The footballers shone under lilessrs. Trefry and Coe, and what few of us snubbed bodily Contact took to soccer with hir. Harrington, who was so discouraged by our attitude on the Held, and elsewhere, that he packed his sweaters and left these hallowed walls for greener prairies. From our point of view the year was dominated by the Philly clique, led by Kink, which was never to renounce its firm convictions or decrease its ranks. These boys developed the aristocratic set of the form, with their cultured tastes in music and sausage. They soon began to run the form, opposed only by the Rocks, who maintained a sort of guerrilla warfare against the angelic hosts of Dorm E. They were later to be recognized as the Redcaps. not to be confused with the railroad porters. . . .and before we had much of a chance even to look forward to it, we rolled into the upper school. Upon our return we found five distinguished new boys, who soon added! their character, intelligence, and athletic ability to a then mediocre class. Dave did only enough work to lead the school every yearg Bob confined his talents to music, athletics, and studiesg the Wvorm added a calming infiuence to our raucus lower school waysg and Jainks gave us a southern flavor. Vasco

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That winter, George donned the blades and sparkled with Rod on the first model of the hockey machine. hlike and Gus ably contributed to a winning season on the court, and Jerry battled his way to a captaincy on the mat. Captain Hank and a lucky right-fielder who had discovered the secret of the Texas leaguer gave vital assistance in a tense win over Groton. Crew drew some perspirants, but social tennis was the big attraction. Car- tie and Bubbles both played respectably, but none could rival Chip's tan 651.98 a bot.tle, Abererombie'sj. Some went out fo the track and some went out for it. But the spring brought with it a game called lacrosse, invented by the Indians and played by the Wild Oneg Carl, Wavy, Rock, and Pogo also ran fand ran and ranj. The most entertaining and useless feature of the year was corridor life. A few fortunates got away with North 2, where the accommodations were first class compared with the corridors of chaos, South and West 2. On the former, a door left intact after an evening's frolic was a rarity, and the example set by the seniors was one which we were to try unsuccessfully to equal. There were other considerations which were handled in a more responsible way, as our literary efforts made their imprint on the publications, the Joctet blended in unsurpassed harmony, and the Burners caught fire. But the year drew to its close, and we left for a much needed respite, gazing longingly but patiently at the verdant sward of the quad, feeling equal to the challenge of reaching the Sixth Form, but willing to wait three months. Thirty-eight seniors of a somewhat more serious frame of mind returned that fall. But after mutual felicitations had been completed, and some old acquain- tances renewed, it was hard to get down to work. Joining in our enthusiasm was a Swedish cowpuncher, of whom great things were expected on the rink. Tex proved to be adept at more than hockey, as we quickly discovered as the days passed. We hold ourselves lucky to have had in our midst what was, in our minds, St. lNIark's finest Field Service Student. There were some new classes to adjust to, as well as new privileges, and probably we lnade the most of them. Current Problems was so confusing that some decided to spend more time in the vicinity of a master's room on West 2. A continual improvement was much sought after, and those who saved their talent for the last tests were well rewarded: however, all was soothed and smoothed, and Philoso- phy Six, more properly known as Edu- cation, was a compensating factor. The usual lack of written work in History was greeted with t.he usual vigor, and manicure sets were available at the School Store for the customary exorbitant prices for the last hour of the t.erm exam. Captains Gus and Jer ably led the gridders, only to end the season on an expectedly losing note to the tune of 20-0 in favor of Scottg and Captain Chip helped the booters to another fine year. Seholastically the averages climbed, as we felt the pressure of collegeg anyone