Hawken School - Onyx / Red and Gray Yearbook (Gates Mills, OH)

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14 (Ets. Re thee A..N.D Grakiraasxs DONG LEWIS J. AFFELDER Former Gray SENIOR Gray Secretary-Treasurer, 11; Player’s Club, 9, 10, 11; Year Book Board (Busi- ness Manager), 11; Executive Committee of the Student Assembly, 12. ieee J. AFFELDER, the wolf in sheep’s clothing. To look at this cherubic visage one a funny kind. Lewis would not suspect the double life of its owner. It is such a kind face says little or nothing about himself. He adopts the pose of the virtuous, unspoiled Rose of the Golden West, just an eight o’clock, homeloving boy. Ah, but things have begun to get around, things which belie his virtuous appearance and which point to him as the sophisticated, wordly Don Juan. Why, we'll bet that if Lewis would open up, he could give Bellamy a run for his money in tales of experience! Besides misleading his unsuspecting classmates, Lewis spends a lot of time in the dark. We mean that his hobby is photography. And Lewis, always a practical man, makes his hobby pay. He recently made a lot of money, but it mysteriously disappeared in one weekend. Huh! He says he bou ght a camera, but so far we haven’t seen it. Not that we doubt him. Despite his modest length, Mouse is an elegant elocutionist, having been one of the Player’s Club’s leading actors for the last four years and playing every part from a female vamp to a Russian Nihilist. Since he loves to argue, he is the only one in the Student Assembly who pays any attention, being always on the lookout to spring upon some slip-up and make an ass of the presiding officer. Well, it’s guys like Lewis that make things move or find a way around them. If he doesn’t get there, nobody will.

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Ay PE Hie 2D) AveN oD GE RAG fo AO OA CHARLES. KO ARTER, JR. Former Gray SENIOR Glee Club, 10; Player’s Club, 10, 11, 12; Footballs ag 102 (lve Prack 1 1?) Vice President of the Student Assembly, 12; Year Book Board (Photographic Editor), 12. HAT wistful look of longing upon Charlie’s face is very unnatural, but then this picture was taken early on a Saturday morning after a busy Friday night (you know, monkey business) so that he is probably longing for a comfortable bed and several hours’ sleep. Pully (no one can explain this nickname) also leads a double life, but only geographically double. He divides his time between his residence in Lyndhurst and another residence in Shaker Heights. But we promised not to mention this, so forget it. This impressive looking youth has been running our stage for a long time. He has probably worn out more stage crews than any man in the middle west. The former stage managers used to try to do everything themselves. Old Pully just stands with his hands on his hips and bawls orders in such a threatening tone that you just feel that you should obey him. But he isn’t a hard guy at heart. He’s just in an eternal predicament; before meals he is griped because he’s hun- gry; after a meal he is cross because it didn’t agree with him. There are four stages to his happiness. First, when he is asleep; second, when he is installed in a comfortable armchair contemplating the foibles and debility of the human race; third, when he is at work in his wood-shop or photographic darkroom; and fourth, when he is leading the second half of his double life. As a footballer, for three years he has been a sturdy lineman, terrorizing the opposition by curiously distorting his facial features and swearing in Italian. Last year after a heavy lunch he casually strolled out in civilian clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and broke the shot-put record. Yes, leave it to Pully and it’ll be done.