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

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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.

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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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(hs Fe 6 eger As N 1D Ga Ke Ab i Be Cras 1s GEORGE A. CRAIG Former Gray SENIOR Gray Vice-President, 11; Glee Club, 9, LO, 103. Orchestra; 9, 10; 11 Player's Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Football, 10, 11 (Cap- tain) ; Baseball, 10, 11; Basketball, 10, il; Year Book Board, 11, 12 (Editor): President of the Student Assembly, 12. EA, and though he be beauteous and wistful of face, ye perspicacious are not deceived, but observe him to be exceeding hard of heart. G. Armour Craig, a veritable shining button on the vest of time. He is known by all and liked by all who know him. The pride of the school (on and after this phrase we are not responsible for anything we write), he is a source of great joy to his classmates, but, and we say this with a countenance more in sorrow than in anger, he is also a serious problem. Armour has observed that his confreres pursue the mad, hectic, social life over the weekends, and so with the happy spirit of imitation so prevalent in the young he has attempted to duplicate their actions, although the task, and we say this tearfully, has proven far too much for him. He tries to find a philosophical justification for his every action. When in close proximity with the fair but dangerous sex, his usual savoir faire is disturbed ; exceedingly dis- turbed, suh! His eyes bulge, he assumes a glassy, incoherent expression, drives his car in second gear until it screams for mercy, or else scribbles meaningless Greek phrases upon the blackboard or nearest table-top. He has a sweet and even disposition, yet life would be unbearable for him unless you con- ceded that, when necessary, he can easily work himself into a fighting rage. He is interested only in things pertaining to the mind, says he, which explains why he shovels acres of snow, runs untold miles and pulls out his muscles wrestling. Besides improving his mind and muscle at every opportunity, he loves to psycho-analyze Bellamy, the apostle of good cheer and no work. All in all, providing he disregards the mouthings of his noble classmates, and providing he keeps up his present rate, he should be quite a man some day. Lae |