Beaver Reflections:
I’m really a member of the class of ‘58 by total fraud. Boys got kicked out of Beaver after grade one. We had to go elsewhere because it was an all-girls K-12 school then. After the school went co-ed, I said. “Oh, all right, I’m a member of ‘58. I want to join.” The ladies were very gracious about it. I don’t know why they didn’t say, “Buzz off!” but they didn’t. I particularly remember my first-grade teacher, Mary Alice Jones. Miss Jones was a terrific teacher. Old school. No fooling around. She wasn’t unkind but she was very firm and we learned our stuff very well. There’s a professional development fund at Beaver now in her name. I had a much older sister who entered Beaver in the fall of 1939 and so my mother got kind of involved. She was on the board. There were about eight or ten girls at Beaver who were English evacuees who came over. We took in Joyce and her brother John. They arrived in 1940 and Joyce was in the class of ‘43 at Beaver. The ship they came out on was the last one to leave England with children aboard.

What is #happeningnow in your life:
I don’t really have a middle name but if I did it would be Lazy, in capital letters. I just sort of sit around and take up oxygen and don’t get very much accomplished. It’s very pleasant. I can’t say, “Gee, I won this award and that award.” You’ll never see me getting a Nobel Prize. I’m one of Beaver’s more undistinguished alums.

“I only discovered five-six years ago that my father’s uncle, who lived in Chestnut Hill, had been one of the founders of Beaver, apparently.”

– Chris Morss ’58

Advice to Beaver students:
I am way behind. I’m a real Luddite when it comes to all the modern technology. You guys live
on your phones and your computers, so there’s a big gap. I don’t think I can offer anybody any advice.