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                   Metamorphoses  under  Coach;  the  exceptions  to  every  single  rule  in  French,
                   Chemistry,  Physics;  and  a couple of  rash  souls  floundered  even  more  deeply  in
                   Greek  under  the eye of Dr.  Gifford.  But  there  was  another  subject—ugh,  how
                   difficult  to  mention  it— American  History.  Civil  Government,  Articles  of  Con­
                   federation,  Administrations,  Biographies,  problems  galore!  We  now  were
                   learning not  to  "memorize”  but  to  "just  know  it,”  as  E.  B.  R.  so  aptly  puts  it.
                   "Gentlemen,  Eve  been  telling  you  ever  since  the  beginning  of  the  year------.”
                   Heh!  Heh!
                        Pretty  well  fagged  by  such  divertissements,  we  managed,  however,  to  get
                   together  and  elect  our  Senior Class  officers.  Arnold  Lawson was  chosen  Presi­
                   dent;  George  Sprague,  Vice-President;  John  Macomber,  Secretary;  and Richard
                   Chase,  Treasurer.  The  orchestra  interested  some  of  us,  and  the  Glee  Club
                   others.  We  had  lecturers  in  Alumni  Hall,  we  got  "talkings-to”  from  Jit,  and
                   the Proscenium Club  under Carl  Howland’s leadership prepared  for  the Christ­
                   mas  presentation.  The  big  night  before  the  holidays  came  at  last;  the  three
                   plays went off splendidly.  Carl Howland, Dick Merritt,  and George Stead  each
                   starred  in  his  respective  part,  while  Sam  Waughtel  and  Johnny  Fales  worked
                   assiduously  behind  stage.  And  so  1932  ended  in  a  blaze  of  glory,  and  we
                   scattered  elsewhere  for  three  weeks’  hilarity.
                        The first reports of the tragic death of our beloved master, Bobbie Rice, and
                   Hastings  Belden,  came  to  most  of  us  out  of  Mr.  Henderson’s  mouth  as  he
                   greeted  us  on  our  return.  Deeply  shocked  and  dispirited,  we  found  it  hard  to
                   see things in the same old way.  Mr.  Leo Cole was warmly welcomed  as the new
                   art  instructor,  though,  and  as  time  passed  he  found  his  place  among  us.  The
                   Mosaic Board was chosen,  with Dick Chase as Editor-in-Chief,  George Sprague,
                   Managing  Editor,  and  A1  Stokes,  Business  Manager.  Work  was  immediately
                   begun,  and appointments made with  Oliver  for  photographs.
                        Mid-years  once  again  hit  us  in  the  face  in  the  last  part  of  January,  but
                   soon  were  over.  The  indoor  track  team  under  Cap’n  Dan  Mitchell  won  every
                   meet,  including  the  Private  Schools  Meet  in  Cambridge.  Only  in  the  B.  A.  A.
                   Meet  did  we  lose,  and  in  this  points  were  won.  Hockey  enjoyed  its  most
                   auspicious  season  yet,  and  our  swimmers,  although  not  state  champions,  as  in
                   the past two years,  broke every  Moses  Brown  record,  showing  how  much  com­
                   petition  outside  has  improved.  To  enumerate  the  star  performers  on  each  of
                   these  three teams would  take too  much space,  but  let  it be said that Gordy Otis
                   and Sam Waughtel also had as fine mates to work with as "Mitch”  had in track.
                       Our old friend Mike Dorizas came and enlightened  us as to just where and
                   of what importance are  the islands of Java,  Bali,  and  Sumatra.  Later that same
                   day  he  showed  us  some  wrestling  tricks  and  is  it  not  true  that  he  held  E.  B.
                   Raines  in  the  palm  of  his  hand?  So  they  say,  and  it  sounds  pretty  good.  Of
                   course,  our  dear  history  instructor  doesn’t weigh  very  much  anyway.


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