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waves already beginning to arise from the sidewalk just outside his windows.
Did we make use of our afternoons and long daylight hours after supper up to
nine o’clock sometimes! Athletically we went out for the three major sports—
track, baseball, and tennis. In the first we lost only one meet during the whole
spring, that to Milton, taking all the others. Class of ’33 stars were Walter
Davis, Wild, and Todd, each in his particular event. Our baseball men included
only Sprague, who showed up well during the whole season. Since in tennis ’33
had Scott, Todd, Wild, Ferris, and Fales on the team, we took over a good
season and won nine out of twelve matches. Such power in our midst!
Our lackadaisical attitude in the classroom lasted only until the curse of all
prep-schoolers, College Boards, stared us in the face. Each Saturday morning
in May we had to take a trial board. My, oh, my! then we almost wished we
were third formers and didn’t have to take them. This was agony personified!
Eventually, with the coming and passing of another Father and Son Day, we
realized that Commencement was at hand, and we almost rejoiced. Then we
thought of what heartaches the next two weeks had in store for us! But we
couldn’t stop the passing of time; we generous souls gave a spread to those who
were soon to pass on, in the form of the Junior-Senior banquet; these haughty
ones became graduates amid the shadows of the elms on the lawn, and we were
now officially Seniors. After the week-end, in order to prepare for the College
Boards, we returned to study with dread in our hearts. The following week we
officially showed what we knew or didn’t know, and speedily sped homeward
to prepare for the beginning of our banner year in the fall.

V.
It was not without a different kind of feeling this time that we gathered
together again after a vacation of pleasure and sun tan; in fact, we felt as if we
were now on the top of the world, and were we not? After twelve years of
assiduous trying, we were eventually at the summit! The elm trees waved at us
affectionately; the very walls seemed to say, "W e’re glad to see you back.” We
were very much pleased to discover that the personnel of the faculty of our
Junior year had remained unchanged, although we had added several satellites
of the first degree to our Senior Class enrollment. Who ever heard of Blaney,
Donley, Dye, John C. Moore, Jr., Morgan, Murdock, McConnell, Stead, or
Strong before they came into our midst this year? No one, of course, but they
soon became part of us, in spirit and in action, adding still more luster to the
class of ’33.
The old rigmarole, which now seemed so childish and easy to us veterans,
of getting books, classes, and classrooms straight, was for the last time indulged
in. We held the ice cream party that evening of arrival, and at last settled
down for a final big year. We noticed that the school enrollment was almost
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