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TERRENCE WILLIAM MAHONEY
722 Elmgrove Ave., Providence 6, R.I.
FORM III: Soccer, Basketball, Spring Track, President of Class,
French Club, Glee Club, Quaker, S.A.C.
FORM IV: Letter in Soccer, Proscenium Club, Lacrosse, Vice-Presi
dent of Class, Glee Club, S.A.C., French Club, Junior Alliance.
FORM V: Letter in Soccer, Proscenium Club, Lacrosse, Glee Club,
S.A.C., French Club, Junior Alliance.
FORM VI: Co-captain of Soccer, Proscenium Club, Winter Track,
Lacrosse, Junior Alliance, French Club.
Contrary to popular belief, Terry is not
Irish. He's Armenian. In his thirteen long,
long years at M.B., Moses has performed
many daring feats: led the horses around
by the nose, u-turned his Lincoln on Lloyd,
"Pinky Leed” his way through Proscenium
club "rehearsals,'' and was luckily accepted
by Dartmouth on his honor standing and
his Merit award alone. But Mo's greatest
achievement ever was the restraint of his
horse-like laugh when Dickie let out with
a "Yeaaass!" Terry has never been known to
dog an exercise, at least on the M.B. field,
mainly because he was soccer captain and
ordered that the team not be worn out by
such foolishness. But whether on the field
or at his carrel, which, for the record, was
not Barry Goldwater’s campaign head
quarters, Terry is known for his wild antics,
his Dakota-type talk, and his impish, face
saving grin; for Terry is a very, very, merry,
Meri boy!
BRIAN McLANE MANSON
145 Williams Drive, Annapolis, Maryland
FORM V: Cross Country, Winter Track, Spring Track, Chess Club,
Glee Club.
FORM VI: Manager of Cross Country, Spring Track, Glee Club,
Tutoring, Free Thinker Society.
Brian Bohemian Manson has instigated
many a corridor riot at M.B. A platonic
lover, Brian always claims that everyone
butts into his affairs. Brian is the captain of
sports-skipping, a charter member of the
three A.M. theme club, and an especially
inane verbalizer in that never-neverland for
sycophantic savants, the A. P. English class.
Deserving special note is his leadership of
the revival meeting during which he read
selected passages from the Peter Patter Book
of Fairy Tales and his irrelevant, fantastic
drivings into abstraction during boarders’
bull sessions. A conversation with Brian
quickly degenerates into a monologue of
seismic intensity, occasionally interrupted by
gasps of awe from the listener. His thrift,
you see, best expressed by his never having
bought a tube of toothpaste, has never af
fected his speech; and because of his bom
bast, Brian shall always hold a soft spot in
our ears.
