Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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THIRD FORM TEAR The fall of 1956 came quite soon, and suddenly we were back at school again, joining in the first undergraduate reunion of the class of 1960. But this time we were a step ahead of the game. We could expect to start putting on weight, for now we were to sit higher at the table, nearer the benevolent table-head, source of all nourishment. We were greeted by a motley group of new faces, about twenty of which were to become tied to us by the everlasting bonds of form unity. As we came to know them, wc showed them the community way of life at Kent. Although Tom Brew and Dave Baiter had run with the foot- Cartographcr Morris ball boys. Pete May was the only one of us to see action. Tim Griggs and Tyler Smith shone for the senior Algos, sporting a speedy backfield. The former, however, got most of his exercise after lights doing many push-ups. and running up and down stairs for the mighty Jeremiah Sullivan, whose wrath he had fired so often. Be- Lime Pits ing in such well-kept shape. Tim saw a moment of glory, dressing for one game, and getting some good rest. Even without our help, though. Buzz and Drax spirited very good undefeated seasons. Camel Dunn was the object of much pity when he broke his pointed beak, and he has been a sad case ever since. Spike Baldwin rivaled Socks White in climbing ability, being able to handle all the school building's vines and gutters. If a strangely squat and hulking figure flung itself from the window sill into the middle of the moonlight in the center of your room, you were at least sure that it was one of the two. Spike was the kind, and the only kind, that would get up at 4:00 on the morning of his most important final exam and go up to the meadow to go fishing. Re-elected officers Sweitzer. Smith, and Skinner called themselves the “S trio arranged a steak banquet to keep our class going through the term.

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Preview of better things. Call Wally Moody. Joe Bright, and Chriss Clapp made the honor roll consistently, and when a second form record was tied with twelve honor roll students for the year, they were exempted from Study Techniques the next year. Christmas vacation came as a relief, but regretfully it flew by and soon we found ourselves trudging back to face a cold, bleak winter and even bleaker exams in terms of results for most of us. But. as innocents will, we made it through our winter term with just one fall. Spring Term came and students of ancient history turned to mapmaking, while others discovered the significance of an inexhaustible water supply. Luke Ferster discovered and utilized an ultra modern weapon, the boomwad. and stinging reprisals of Oh. fudge! were often heard from his roommate’s bed. Some of the afternoons in the can room were so glorious when a plastic wastebasket full of soggy toilet paper could turn an unsuspecting outsider into a stumbling mass of papier mache. Everyone will certainly remember the highlight of the entire season, the infamous riot of 1956. Confounded by the persistent cries of We want a holiday!” after Sunday night’s meal, we joined in. The riot included two marches on the Rectory which that night had no Rector, an almost-successful attempt to cross Freedom Bridge, the placing of the tennis bleachers on the road leading to the campus thus blocking it off. and one long procession along Route 541 as far as the dike rinks shouting at the top of our lungs current songs of rebellion and revolution, where we were temporarily stopped by the entreaties (or more correctly, orders) of Willy Howard himself. Needless to say. we did not get a holiday, but we did have the privilege of a lecture from the Headmaster on the uselessness of such diversions the following morning. Other incidents to be remembered are the fabulous case of Sweitzer vs. Alford with a full courtroom trial in a history classroom which was settled by Sweitzer breaking down and withdrawing from the courtroom. Officers Skinner. Bright, and Thayer arranged with Messrs. Conover and Tiger at the gates. Smith, our form advisors for our years at Kent, to close the year well. The fact of final exams was softened with the relaxation of a wonderful form picnic in Macedonia Valley, after which we all took off for a well-deserved summer vacation.

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inn that summer. As a matter of fact. 1960 also provided Steve and Alex as ground crew fodder for Mr. Armstrong's antipoison ivy campaign that summer. The mastermind also pushed a big costume party in the Rectory, promoting form interest and tea party spirit. However, ring leaders Ferster. Alford, and Clapp reneged on their publicized prizes when their decisions were attacked and the idea of the whole affair crumbled with internal politicking. Everyone enjoyed it. though, and the disguises. Satchmo. Elvis, etc., were priceless. Returning from Christmas holidays, most of us hit the ice again. Branny perhaps most of all. now a fast rising goalie having proved himself unfit for any other position. We guess he really did learn to skate eventually after several years of just standing and sitting. Rabbit Skinner captained the new Junior Hockey team and a turtle was seen rapidly crawling about on the second team mats, looking for his brother. At mid year we showed our true worth to the school. Wh«-, more, we won cbe game as g;,, BolIengicr and Umfundis Haggerty led US to second place in the school’s scholastic standings. Being both on the high roll, they soon left our league. New Council representatives Connecticut boys Howie Wolfe. Tony “was late to the meeting” Dunn, and Toph Clapp managed to swing the class down to watch Marco and the Bergers wipe up the New Haven home ice with a strong Yale frosh squad. That completed the first undefeated, untied season for Coach Nadal in thirty-six years. Mitch, rooming with Honor-Roll Kepner (strictly alternating indicators, the latest thing according to “The Blue Bible”) began his gray period with a letter a night and drawn shades all day. Why hide such a noble brow? Fong and the Goose watched a crew race on the school side of the river and brought some little treasures about half of the way home. The antique collectors were to enjoy a pleasurable two weeks at a small happy valley