MEMORIES
Boarding School –
By Richard B. McAdoo ’38
Richard McAdoo’s original essay, excerpted here, appeared in the Autumn 1991
Alumni Horae
. The entire article is posted at
he first day did get off to a dark start.
My brother took me in hand to meet
Rector Drury in his study. When this
awesome figure had the two of us, aged
sixteen and twelve, seated before him,
an interminable silence spoke from the
blazing eyes and the severe lines like
a pair of parentheses chiseled from
nose to chin. At length the great pres-
ence leaned forward and took from me
the new felt hat I had been pressing on
my knees.
T
8