Page 55 - 1940

its best season in three years and came
within inches (or should I say fractions of
a second?) of having a banner year. But
let’s take our hats off to Jubie and his track
team, which was rated the best in New
England private-school circles. In dual­
meet competition these lads of the winged
foot and the spiked shoe, always thoroughly
conditioned by Manager Sam Parsons,
swept all opponents from their path except
Roxbury Latin, and they exacted sweet
revenge from the Latins for their one-point
defeat by running them into the track at
the Eastern Seaboard Relay Carnival and
at the private-schools meet at M.I.T.
Moses Brown set two new records in Class
C in the former meet and won the latter to
climax a brilliant season. Burton, Scovil,
Farley, and Dave Marshall were important
fifth-form cogs in the team, and Fletcher
and Charlie were successful enough to win
places on The Providence Journals all-
Rhode Island team.
And while these rugged souls were bring­
ing honor and prestige to this ancient in­
stitution, fate and those who sought glory
less spectacular than that won on the ath­
letic field were also contributing to our en­
joyment: an electric organ and a huge snow
storm to get us out of classes; a much im­
proved orchestra and a more robust glee
club; the Delphian continually poking fun
at Ladd and Nevin; the chess club and
others looking after queens; Mike Dorizas,
who, by a strange coincidence, went to
Finland last summer; more people than
ever before attending a tea dance; and
Scovil, Crompton, Jack Ruth, Fred Pierce,
and Dave Bullwinkle almost as interesting
as the Lincoln girls in the spring plays.
So spring vacation (minus the “spring”)
is upon us, and, as Mr. Paxton intimated,
Fifth English hasn't killed any of us yet.
We’re still in there pitching, and there's but
one book report to go. It’s an odd thing
about the class of 1940: we give everybody,
including ourselves, heart failure, but we
always seem to make the grade. And in