I was walking by the Hunt School (School Street School) the other day and I remembered a story about how I saw the flag rescued one afternoon. I was in the fifth grade with Mr. Nourse, on the second floor, in the front of the building. It was the usual custom for the custodian, Mr. Holbrook to stop by each afternoon and take in the flag which flew just outside the center window. It was a particular windy spring day and the flag had gotten wrapped around the pole and could not be drawn in. He tried to free it with a broom handle but to no avail. As Mr. Holbrook stood looking out the window trying to figure out a solution to the problem a fellow student spoke up, “Mr. Holbrook I can get the flag in.” The whole class turned to Walter Hathaway in curiosity, as he volunteered, “I can climb out the window, shimmy up the pole, and unwrap it.” Now, Walter was known as an adventurous kid, often in trouble for “kid stuff” so we were not all that startled by his su