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THE CLASS OF 1 9G7:

The Sun winks through the crowded ivy-GREEN, Baby. Dick and Baby Jane.

A mob of scuttling tykes wends toward a big, brick, The second grAdE. Dawn pushed us on. Punks, we
square house of savoir-fair®. Varumble! A melodious learned big, big, big. Mrs. Kenyon revved our minds.
humming grows to tenor-laden bursts of explosions. The Then the true test of a Cat! Miss Wilson inspired awe,
kids halt. W hy? Man! respect, fear. Onward we, striving always in our occult
wanderings. Sportsmen. Readers of life. Scientists of
A huge, silver 1934 Duesenberg SJ materializes wildly.
the multiplication tables.
Baroomble-ba-ba-brak! The monster Duesy, burning rub­
ber, screams to a stop. So, studes, in '58 this pack migrated. In weird surround­
ings Mrs. Bachman clued us on the fundamental arts —
The motley kiddies are frozen, fascinated, as one Paul
literature and math. W e created, compos and tree es­
Henried-type emerges and mounts to the running board,
says. Mme. Lewis told about the Ancients. Babylonia.
smoking two cigarettes.
W e spent our time driving Mr. Gardener nuts in what
His coal black eyeballs burn from below his linen avia­ is you punks' study hall. Kids put their heads in the
tor's helmet. He orates, plenni' flash. wall, the lockers collapsed. Lectures abounded. But we
had lost life-like coolity. Ciel!
"Cats of M.B., what be wrong? No style, no sauvagete.
Hear your heritage! Man, this place has seen times, of Bwana, Bwana! W ait, 5th Gradient! More of Melissa

wild spirit, the spirit of '67 . . . too cool and groovy for Lewis, and a huge tutor from England. Cool, Cool,
mortal comprehension. Cool. Student pleasure and enlightenment. More crea­
tive mid-morning lunches hit the scene. And SNOW !
And it all began in Prehistory, in the mists of drunken
Beautiful white storms to destroy the immoral powers
time (1954), when little cats in size, big cats in soul took
of the state. Bagpipes were in vogue in Mrs. Mclnerny's
this place for their own.
music hall. Cats, there were riots, too, as Fort Pitch-
On that eventful day the world shook as a press of card was assaulted.
leather-clad lads made the true word. Man, did we In September-time Big-time politics held the coolies.
toddle and nap! Burn rubber in Tonka Lincoln V-12's —
It was too bad for the G O P cats among us, but even
plant beans! The meaning of life was clear, and we were
worse later. Mrs. Cullen, kind of fierce, (earned us good.
full of life.
Co with Dayton who poured on the social studies. In
Ba-bomba-bomba-ba! So success-ridden were we, that our noisy, cold room, with clubs and hobby shows, we
next harvest we mobbed the first grade classroom. cool guys had things fahn. Kings of the Lower Heap.
Miss Eastman, wily tutor, was waiting. Baby she sprang! Pop Allen slugged flies (what else?).
Math, readings from existential philosophers. W e dug
And the Cats were slugged by the horror of fall-time.
how to write (now no subway wall is safe). Even when Daddy, now we were on the bottom. Put down. Hum­
napping, our orbs were peeled for new thought. Holy bled. A big Sipp of water, the top dog, checked the

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