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David F. Woods ’48

My favorite Calvert memories are Head Master Edward Brown greeting everyone by name at the top of the steps with a smile and a handshake each morning. The girls curtseying. How excited I was watching the letters of the alphabet become words (“Sally, Dick, Spot, etc.”) in the Seventh Age. The sweaty football uniform I had to put on so as a skinny kid I could get bopped around by Gilman on the football field. The Assemblies. By the 12th Age becoming aware of and scared of girls. Writing my name so perfectly for the Class of 1948 plaque on the wall. “We’re going far from Calvert, our own beloved Calvert . . .” So much more. Such formative years in such a different world.

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