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Our junior year was one of incessant hacking- About half way through the year it seemed evident
off for some, college phobia for others. We moved that Mr. Cunningham favored hunting to headmaster
into the new building and even occupied ten carrels ing, so off he went to walk the wild woods of
until Mr. Cunningham found out (he hadn’t quite Virginia. Mr. Whittier graciously left his post to
caught up with things yet). But our disappointment fill the void. Thus, in the place of strict discipline
was easily assuaged by that other "striking” innova emerged mid-afternoon golf games and excursions
to the World’s Fair (not strictly limited to glee club
tion, Pretty Lady’s gallery. Two new organizations
were formed that year, the Jolly Poets’ Club and the members). But undoubtedly the event that most
7:45 Club, but were almost wiped out by that hot gladdened the heart of many a repressed soul was
new sport, match football. One other organization, the foundering of a number of wonderhorses in the
the Proscenium Club, recruited several of the class Babe’s stable.
"retards” to present a highly realistic Miracle Worker. We arrived in our senior year with only nine
months to go. Under the intense pressure of college
applications, refusals, Merit Tests (ten of us were
finalists, a record), and intra-class competition (usu
ally for the B-5 list), we found little time for such
trivial publications as the Quaker. Indeed, the only
relief we had all year from comparing broad scores
was in the form of a delicious turkey dish that
seemed to loosen things up a bit. The subsequent
"Open Door” policy enabled us to leave class at
our own discretion, which unfortunately was not
always good. Under pressure the only boys who kept
their nonchalance were the basketball players, as
their 2 to 11 record will attest. Tension was released
in various other ways, such as Ronny Dario’s exotic
dancing, karate bouts in the comfort station, Dakota
assemblies, and invigorating Nature Club field days.
Our class intellectuals decided to dedicate the year
book to Gerry Zeoli and to compose a rather Nutty
class song which began, "Ooo ah, ooo eeh . . .!” To
further demonstrate rheir liberal tendenices, the
class gave Barry Goldwater a "shamful” majority in
the polls but welcomed Lyndon Johnson to Lloyd
Avenue all the same. To prepare us for the adult
world of college our teachers imparted such words of
wisdom as "Figures lie and liars figure” and the im
mortal "Yeass!”
We leave Moses Brown now to let our mixed
emotions mellow into fond memories. And as we
leave we hear someone in the distance exclaim,
"They’re in a hell of a shape for the shape they’re
in, but they’re in a hell of a shape!”
Great words of wisdom
