Above all, Mister Cobb enjoyed life. He recently identified the Masters in this censored yearbook photo, taken his second year, including the ceramic frog representing Gerry Letendre, then on sabbatical.
He was a great smoker, Winston 100's and because he always considered himself an outsider, he chose the cheesy townie dinner next to the movie theatre over Mike's, and there we smoked many cigarettes together.
Mister Cobb continued to astonish me with his photographic memory for boy's names and events, and he wrote fine essays of same. He had absolutely no interest in ever teaching again, once he retired at age sixty-nine.
At some point, he realized that Taft was going to hell in a hand-basket, so he decided to lie back and enjoy the ride. Here in his official faculty portrait in the 1984 yearbook, he is being fed grapes by the Director of Studies while lying on the hood of a car not his own.
To announce a Holiday in 2010, a video was shown to the school in which it was suggested that, because Mister Cobb never seemed to age, he was actually a vampire.
Ave Atque Vale!
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