Blake School - Reflections / Call O Pan Yearbook (Hopkins, MN)

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Tin: CALL O I'.W OF n»:t i The curtain had fallen on the last art of The Mikado and the gay and fashionable audience of first-nighters had left the vast reaches of the Woman's Club empty save for “Yon” the Scandinavian janitor, who was already busily engaged in collecting chewed programs and surreptitious bits of First Form gum. But wait—a low moan and a suspicious cloud of blue vapor announce the presence of something else. Presently a rather stooping form surmounted by an undersized brown derby slinks across the stage accompanied by two other shadows. It is Walt Kenyon leading his henchmen, Faegre and Winston, in the dire task of removing the scenery. Until 2 A. M. the unsung hero with his assistants pushes and pulls chairs, tables, pianos, and sets in the none too spacious confines of the “ITho bound the holiday-rejoicing spirit down To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead woody Walter KpiiIoii Kenyon Malt Kntere l Make 1926 North western back stage territory. At last the begrimed and weary group staggers homeward. Yet this ominous overture does not imply that Mr. Kenyon, property manager extraordinary, is devoted entirely to pursuits building the body of a Sandow. His esthetic interests have led him to study deeply the art of crooning, and to attack savagely all Philistines who persist in claiming that Vallce is better than Bing. For two years Walt has acted as head waiter for first the Lower and then the Upper School, and his strained expression would convince even the most critical that his is a task of the harshest requirements. Reserve center for the foot-hall team and reserve goalie in hockey, Wall is now, shades of Rogers Hornsby, playing-manager or playing manager of the tennis team. Poge Twenty-jour

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THE ( ALL O' PAX OF 1»:M “Eating the bitter bread of banishment.' Kdwards Keeler Steve Entered Blake 1932 Yale When the class of 1934 convened in the fall of 1932, among their number was a certain Stephen Keeler, whose fame as a poet had blazed a trail from Chicago to Minneapolis with an overnight stop in Faribault. Soon his immortal verse and tingling line padded space in the Torch which heretofore—well, the less said the better. About this time someone discovered that this youth was also something of an artist. Advancing further in the realm of artistry than his fellow members of the Publications Board who limit their attempts to caricatures of Alias “Sludge” the Goon on all four walls of the Sanctum Sanctorum of the type and ink men. Steve managed to embellish the cover of the 1933 Call O’ Pan with a fairly accurate drawing of the school on the hill. Incidentally he liked it so well that you can see it on the cover of this one. After the dust had cleared away in the fall of '33, and Joe Clifford had whittled the number of his student activities offices down to somewhere in two digits, little Steve was found holding the hag, commonly known as the Kditor-in-Chief-ship. In the meanwhile he had given up his poetry and was now spending his time telling embryo Winchells why their literary efforts were unfit for publication in a high class rag such as his Torch. Lest one should suppose that Mr. Keeler gave ail his time to immortalizing the Torch (twice a month I let it he said here and now that Stephen has gone to play, been ousted from the Senior cave, and also rendered two very effective performances in the annual Blake Theatricals. As we watch him shed the sweat of his honest brow over the possible advent of a 1934 Call O’ Pan we are sure that Yale will find in our Steve another worthy son. Page Twenty-three

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Tin: 4'ALL O- I AX OF IO.T I “This bold bad man. Frank Paul Leslie Lessel Entered Blake 1926 Princeton Frank seems to have sneaked into the building along with Kenyon, Cullen, and party hack in Papa W ilson's regime, 4ml couldn't find an exit until it was too late. So he barged along with the rest of us through the confusing labyrinth of lower forms, doing the right thing at the right time as a general rule, and doing the wrong thing only often enough to keep in touch with the authorities. A staunch supporter of minor sports, he has been a faithful member of the basket hall team, an organization which has at least carried on the tradition of the game, and a constant menace to a cut-hall server on the tennis courts. I'liis year he skillfully handled the business end of the toughest and most successful football season in Blake history, bringing the team out money ahead. For six or seven years he has sung in the choir. An unfortunate failure to see eye to eye with Masters Foss and Bosanko on some of the fundamental principles of the Latin and French languages endangered his standing for a while, but “Muscles has pulled through with room to spare, and is headed for Princeton, college of the fat king. Page Twenty-five