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In the classroom we found ourselves confronted by several masters with
whom we had been dreading to come in direct contact. ’Coach” Waughtel
essayed to lead those of us who had survived Pat” through the intricacies of
Rome’s premier public citizen, Cicero; Mr. Cate continued with us in the martial
spirit of France with the help of Herr "Fritz” Kneller, the blunderbuss from
Worcester. This Mr. Kneller was very meticulous and fastidious, and many
were the times when his waiter at the table went off for a special plate of toast
or pot of tea with a "That’s a good lad” ringing in his ears. "Long John”
Heiney reminded us weekly of the algebra quiz and kept a strict eye on the
corridor. Some of the bolder souls ventured into the mysteries of biology or
chemistry, and great havoc was wreaked under R. E. Todd, Jr., the six-foot-two
athlete from Bowdoin, and our friend A. B. Smith, who was even then rumored
to be in love. But as for English, alas—we were to mark history down in bold
letters. Yes, we had the Beau Brummell of the faculty, old Bowdoin Bob
"Smoothie” Hanscom, again, but alas, it was the last year we should ever
darken his doorstep again. Too true! he had "gotten hitched” during the
summer. Great was our sorrow that we were not then on Senior Corridor to
catch now and then just a fleeting glimpse of the beauty as she tripped in and
out of her domestic suite. But we were not so fated. As for Bobbie, well—
words cannot express him. Of course we learned the King’s English along with
Gareth and Lynette.
How we appreciated the new members of our class! Outstanding among
these were the "Charlie” Lawsons, two blue-eyed baby bruisers from down in
Egypt, who knew what they wanted and usually got it. Then there was the
amicable George Sprague, who soon won his way into the football captaincy
of Pat’s team. The "little feller” could play football even then!
That fall Joe Wild again won the fall novice tennis tourney, and played
well on the soccer team beside his big brother George. Most of us dabbled
about on Mr. Raines’ undefeated team that year, went out for track, or "dogged
it.” The fall dragged on, there came a nip in the air, and Christmas was
upon us.
After having heartily enjoyed our "depression Xmas celebration,” we
returned with New Year’s resolutions and found that it was really 1931. Class
officers were elected as follows: Howard Huntoon, President; John Macomber,
Vice-President; Alfred Stokes, Secretary; Dick Chase, Treasurer.
At about this time of the year the greatest school mystery in history took
place in the Chemistry lab right under the eye of the usually alacritous "A.
Bunk.” It was at two minutes of six o’clock on the evening of the twenty-first
of January, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and thirty-one,
when Mr. Schultz passed away. The true facts of the case are obscure to all
except three discreet gentlemen who have never divulged their secret, but it

T age forty-eight