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the wild and started back to the wide open spaces. He reached Hartford, decided
he was hungry, and reached home in time for a belated supper. He brought our
class the honor of having the Junior Declamation champ in our midst as he carried
the day with his impassioned pleas for "Liberty, Liberty, Liberty.”
Mr. Patterson coached our very successful baseball team and further proved
what a "good egg" he was by giving his supply of bats to the players having the
best batting averages.

And so for another year we bid good-bye to Moses Brown and scattered far and
wide for the summer months, after honoring the Seniors with our presence at Com­
mencement.

ill.
It was with the usual longing and remorse that we shook ourselves away from
the pleasures of our 1933 summer holidays. However, back we came, knowing full
well that here began our work. No more of this child’s play.
We were faced with many different problems during that year. One of the first
we encountered was the fact that we were third formers. Yes, it was quite a problem
to be a third former. We considered ourselves imperially above the little chaps in
the first and second forms. But at the same time we considered ourselves horribly
beneath the Juniors and Seniors. We didn’t know just what to think of ourselves.
It took us some while to shake off our inferiority complex. But, as young and
insignificant as some of us were, we finally crashed the wall and became, to our
triumphant joy, accepted as men by the most part of the Seniors and Juniors.
But, getting back to our rather insignificant arrival, we were warmly welcomed
by "Jit.” This was the first sign that we were getting older, because he gave us his
whole hand instead of his usual one finger. We saw Mr. Thomas that night and got
our schedules and books. With the usual "dig-in-fellows, you-must-take-advantage”
speech, we dug in. (Most of us with golden shovels.)
As we blissfully stole to our ten-minute classes that morning (blissful because
we knew they would be the only ten-minute classes that year), we noticed several
new faces which were to become some of our greatest and proudest examples. Of
course we all wondered who the blase looking fellow was sitting in the corner of
"Newcie’s” class. Who would ever read The N ew Y orker in class? We didn’t seem
to be able to find out that day, but we found later that it was none other than Dave
Wilson. Another illustrious gentleman was Thurston "Red” Brown, the only person
who can actually laugh himself asleep. Others of our new classmates to make the
pleasant rounds that day were Scott, Chase, Chiffelle, "Flip” Hersey, and an old
friend, "Russ” Field. Having received our first assignments in addition to our locker
combinations (another good sign—first year on combination lockers! They were
pretty hard on our nerves, though), we started in earnest. The next day our teachers
gave us their ideas on the subjects so close to our hearts. "Coach,” with his annual
inket vicissem crack, showed us his familiar mark of geniality. Those of us who
went continental under the guiding hands of les Messieurs Cate et Whitford were

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