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corridor! Under "Phantom Phil, the Galloping Chickadee,” I think we even­
tually learned to conjugate etre and to say "j’ai un crayon.”
In the English department we were capably moulded into future Noah
Websters by the dandy "Smoothie Bob” Hanscom, the terror of all Pembrokers,
we soon found out, in his yellow roadster. Many were the tales about
"Smoothie,” but at any rate we knew he was an "all-round guy.” Our other dear
friend and adviser was the head of the Science Department, the progenitor of
Schultz, the father of the far-famed bi-weekly marking system, and an artist at
keeping the windows in the lab closed during the hot spring days, so we later
found out. Our year with Allan B. (A. Bunk) Smith was agreeably split into
thirds, when we studied in turn Mythology, General Science, and Physiology.
On corridor we all lived happily after awhile, if not peacefully. Hank .
entertained us nightly with his harmonica, chess started its big rage, and our
other master, Mr. Andrews, even put an extra mirror away up high on the wall
out of our line of vision, so that he could see to comb his luxuriant locks as the
last bell rang each morning. Alton ("Al Smith,” or "Diddly”) Davis roomed
with the then-mighty atom Johnny Macomber, but John seems to have recovered
as the years have rolled by. They were just some of the boys. Also we claimed
Ed Schiller, "Herm” Toof, "Sam” Waughtel and "Freddie” Wilcox as bona
fide ’33ers that year. Our surreptitious radios worked pretty well, but some of
us, too rash, lost ours into the bottom drawer of Herr Andrews.
That fall we had a pretty fair football team, which managed to show its
supremacy to the pick of the Lower School. As the winter season came we
signed up for gym, although a few ambitious natators reported to our old foot­
ball coach, the "Smoothie,” for the swimming team. Famous stars, such as now
Capt. Waughtel, were then in the making. The winter term rolled irrepressibly
onward, and soon it was the eve of Spring vacation. Here a future "great” on
the Moses Brown stage first demonstrated his talents, when Carl Howland was
cast as Sidney Marsh in The Boston Tea Party. Carl did a fine job, and the
whole class was proud of him.
After the spring recess we returned to the now familiar halls with eager
anticipation. These last two months found members of the class of ’33 enjoying
themselves without the flurry and grinding for trial College Boards; we just
enjoyed the soft warm zephyrs wafting through the open math windows, and
forgot everything else. We had a good ball team under Pat ; two of our boys,
Scott and Ferris, were laying foundations for some good future teams when
they made the tennis squad and gave "Allie” Horton and his mates some real
competition. Men like Davis and Macomber were "strutting their stuff” before
"Junie” Howe, track mentor, and impressed him visibly. The Second Form
managed to eke out a victory over us, though, by a 37^-3§ score. "Herm” Toof
also shone that day in the relay.

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