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

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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.

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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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PETER BELLAMY Former Gray SENIOR Glee Club, 11; Player’s Club, 11, 12; Sec- retary of the Student Assembly, 12. O, GENTLE reader, that man is not a gangster; that’s Peter Bellamy. No silly, he always looks that way; he can’t help it. Pete Bellamy, pragmatist and empiricist, has only one preference in this life—Peter Bellamy. His opinion of himself is not so very high. In fact he doesn’t think he’s much better than Abe Lincoln. Pete is God’s gift to the efficiency experts. In the time that he spends tearing around school in search of books which he has lost in some one’s else desk, he could rewrite Shakespeare’s plays and memorize the telephone book. Peter firmly believes that work is an evil, not a necessary evil, mind you, but an evil. And then the old cynic goes and says that there’s more evil than good in the world. If Peter is not looking for his Latin composition book or thinking up some way to get out of work, he is arguing with Affelder and Craig. Ah! how many times has the old man come upon the senior study period to find these two gentlemen shouting and pointing their trembling fingers at dear little Peter, who quietly sits curled up like a contortionist, his feet above his head (so he can think better) with a sneer on his face, fanning the two fires of rage towering above him with little jabs of biting sarcasm. Nobody has yet won any of these arguments; that’s why they never stop. Besides balling up the minutes of the assembly, Peter acts and reads. Remember Ophelia last year? Especially her mad scene? Peter, of course, had a natural advantage there when he took the part. Well, if Peter stays away from East Cleveland and keeps that Ford under control, he'll be a great man some day.