Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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FIFTH FORM TEAR In the fall of 1958, most of us came back early for football and soccer. Our hopes of being able to sit near the head of the table were squelched, as we learned that, contrary to popular rumor, there would again be form tables. We were, however, allowed to stay up till ten o’clock, and this, along with weekly Art History lectures made the prospect of returning rapturous. Goose, however, managed to eliminate the ten o’clock deadline on several of his bi-weekly biology marathons. In the fall. Pete Murray’s soccer team went undefeated. and in football John Toffey and Jack Sa- Moment of Repos for Hard-Working Painters, poch. Princeton protege, coached a four-two-one record. The best of the year's sports were highlighted by Fergy's wrestling, and Dates’ hockey teams. On the dormitory scene, evenings were made bearable by such diversions as the Clod” Griggs- Clutch’’ Smith fight which went for twelve three minute rounds. After a close and tension packed fight. Clutch triumphed by the sizable margin of 25-23. Clod” Hides from Camera: Clapp Looks Alert.

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 the study hall door with the result that Dent very nearly dislocated his shoulder as he straight-armed the solid and adamant oak. to the amusement of all but Dent. Spring term was highlighted by those lucky members of the danceform who were chosen to be dance waiters for the big spring dance. We smoked legally and charmed our newly acquired dates until all hours of the night, and then re- Tote’s new pair. turned to make our less fortunate members as jealous as we could. The term seemed to go very fast as many of us were busy with new athletic achievements. Jim. Frank, and Colin found successful places on the tennis squad, and turned in rather good seasons for the team. On the diamond. Cholly, Blake. Tyler. Turtle. Tommy, and Mayo made a strong nucleus for the baseball team. No one was fortunate enough to join the KSBC. but Joe was lucky enough to be chosen to accompany the Henley on Thoreau and friend. Better things to come. its journey to England. On the last day of the term, some of us arose in the dead of the night to paint our numerals on the rock down in the valley, and we were all more than pleased to see that 60” shining at us as we trudged to breakfast. Unfortunately we were quickly apprehended and all the fourth formers in sight were commandeered to scrub the rock with brushes and turpentine. As we were later to learn, this was to be the last year we were to sec some of our members. Morgan. Spike, and Pedro Mayo were all to be missed, come next fall. So we sat in on the last job assembly and went our ways for the summer. to return next year with some new responsibilities and many more headaches.

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The Championship So««r Team Stores Again. Some Holiday! Fifth form year also saw the birth of several rooming combos which have since been perpetuated. Igor and Goo-Goo. the famous (or should we say infamous) petty system beaters, first joined ranks on the hallway of the inimitable Fumbles Fouke. a one time member of our fair class. Their room then, as in sixth form year, was rather like a cross between a locker room and a swap shop. Mitch, destined for fame as Kent’s representative to a Student Christian Gathering (in New York) teamed up with “Slim” Syd Smithers. Their room, like all previous and future Mitchell rooms, came complete with four bottles of assorted hair tonic, exotic perfumed letters, and a gallon jug of Bay Rum. But naturally it was severely lacking in sufficient lighting. Those of us who had the privilege of residing in the Club Norge will always remember the Danbury bound Jamon. who on Thanksgiving Night was stopped halfway across freedom bridge, by Lex “The Flex” Baxter, and had to jog several times around the North Dorm field in order to avoid what had previously looked like an inevitable capture. A short-lived weekly journal of sarcasm entitled The Inquirer was introduced at the end of Fall Spring vacation arrived after a long Winter Term, and once again Keppy. accompanied by Harlcs. stayed a week after, out of pure devotion to the school. The gods returned a week early, and when the rest got back we found second crew made up of six of us. Clutch Smith was still having trouble finding first base, and they say that one of his chucks from short went into orbit, and has not as yet come back. As Spring Term wore on. and we do mean wore, our class was distinguished by the ever present grey flannels, blazer, and school tie. set off by a clean white shirt. Tapping was close at hand when Fumbles begged us to keep the “twelve angry men” out of trouble, and avoid a hell week. We complied only after he accepted 1960’s ultimatum on certain matters of current importance. When the smoke had cleared and “It's been a good year in the very real sense of the word” had been said, it was Woobah. Branny, and Tony who won coveted cushions, and Dago was chosen to lead the school for our senior year. Term. Alf and Joe penned the fifth form contribution under the name of Boswell and Johnson.