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Be Sure to Look. In his 47 years at Deerfield, the Head has not changed his old ways. Though 69, he is still head coach of the varsity football, basketball and baseball teams, still bats out grounders before a big game. (Another interest: driving one of his three trotters in one of his eleven buggies.) He presides at his daily student assemblies; is always full of campus news and cracker-barrel advice ("The hills are changing color again. Be sure to look"). He still holds Sunday vespers, beaming when the boys sing "real loud." In campus affection he has only one rival: his wife Helen, who teaches chemistry and algebra, and is always ready with cocoa when boys drop around.
At anniversary time, Frank Boyden had almost 500 boys and a campus that spread over the heart of old Deerfield. Most of his old New England colleagues (Horace Taft of Taft, Perry of Exeter, Claude Fuess of Andover, Endicott Peabody of Grotonj are dead or retired. Frank Boyden is the last of a generation of great headmasters—a man who cannot show a visitor to Deerfield an empty classroom without shaking his head. "You should see it full of boys," he says. "It's not right without boys."
* When a band of French and Indians, under Major Hertel de Rouville, broke into the stockade and surprised the sleeping community. Of 300 Deerfielders, 50 perished, 111 were hauled off to Canada.