Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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HQ43 together. how heuutiful are the many eolnrs uf uutuinn nn Xlgn, hmv joyous the eumiug of spring. zuul the warm swift xvinfl rustling the trees in Huy. Soon ive will he seutterefl fur :intl wirlefftlmt phrase in the selmnl sung emnes naturally tn us when we think of our future. .Ks we go, nnne of us eun say uf our life ut Kent that one uspeet of it uppeulecl to us must. unrl kept us here for xvhut seemetl to us at lifetime of aulnleseenee. Kent is un uften repeuteal nulne ulungj eity streets. It hus for men il quieli. lmsi- ness-like ring. 'llhe verv xvnrel Kent strikes no respunsive ehnrfl in us when we ure uwuy frruu this pluee. until we hear Kent Selinulu. mul then it all eunies flumling lmek ulmn us. the lnve nf this pluee. zunl our life here. .Ks this elzlss nf HH-53 leaves Kent. we gn well knowing that we shall re- niemher this pluee ulxvuys. :uul that we shall he forever pruuul ln he Kent lwvs.

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sz f 4 ' ij, .Ji K .MV 7, , Q 'f 'rf' an 245. II939 lIl'1X we first calne to Kent it was early fall of 1938. Now we look hack on those warm snnny clays. anil our great exciternents. foothall games ancl vaca- tions. with a tightening in onr hearts. Other classes have grarlnateil, other class histories. full of somewhat sophisticatefl nostalgia. have heen written. .Xs the history of the class of 1943 is set flown. many of onr frientls anrl classmates. the fellows with whom we grew np rlnring those school years of peace. have left ns: they have gone aheacl. Those of ns who are still here in this valley have come to realize early what other graduating classes have perhaps felt only at that moment when their cliplomas were hamlefl them. anfl it seemerl a great rloor hall clangeml shnt hehincl them. enfling forever a periofl of great happiness in their lives. With the coming of war. anrl the slow trickle of our classmates from onr miflst. we have alreafly come to feel in onr inmost hearts how gooal it is to he at Kent. how goorl it is to laugh anrl play anrl fight

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FREHO XYhen first the student body, and the sixth I form in particular, cast eyes upon the forlorn group of assorted waifs and strays that com- prised the second form in the fall of 1938, they HERMIN were not Cjudging by the general tone of their remarks? any too favorably impressed. Maturity was conspicuous by its absence. and even adolescence was not too much in evidence. The two exceptions to this general rule were Delhi Tom NYallis, and Ralph Frost, an aged philosopher, w ho was forced to reap a fresh crop of tive o'clock shadows every day. Grumbling, the sixth form showed us to our rooms in the old Reliable Main Building. Our sponsor's letters had mentioned nothing but stiff collars, and the fact that a very rigorous life was led by all at Kent School. They had not mentioned the size of the cubbyholes into which we were thrust, which seemed as if they could hold nothing more than our roommate, who had already taken possession, and two brooms. and a green tin dustpan. After spending the first afternoon hurling clothes and our assorted treasures in- to ramshackle bureaus, we ate our dinner in respectful silence, and then went to meet Pater in the study, as per custom immemorial. We listened carefully and sleepily, and found especial joy because we were a class of distinction. numbering among our little throng the son of the first senior officer of the school. Anson Gardner imme- diately took on added stature among us, and the effect did not wear off for some time- Following a week or so of wholesale slaughter in what was euphemistically called a study hall, Herbert Yan Wie Bergamini, six three in the laundry bags he used for stockings, was elected to guide us through fall term. Although Berg's wagon-tongue right arm rose and fell with precision, the brothers were under slight control, and discipline was a word to be conjured with. However, there were other things occupying us that fall, besides the circum- venting of the desires of Herbert Yan VVie. About the beginning of the second week of the term, a deep voice was heard crooning the strains of Music, Hlaestro, Please, these booming chords and throbbing basses belonging to the brutal and invariably well-barbered Jerry Howe, who could be seen on the midget field every afternoon, frightening the opposition for Coach St. Johnls Blue team. lYe remember well our first lesson in cooperation, as Coach St. John, gazing with wonder at the great man, said to the rest of us lowly peons, 0.K., fellows, just sit back and let Howe run the ballf' Wve sat back, and relaxed. The Blues did not win anotherigame. lvndiscour- aged by this turn of events, we followed the ex- ploits of Berg and Westy Westlake, of the lofty juniors, with avidity, and talked in small whis- pers about the godlike heroes of the first team. Although one game after another disappointed Hosrx B xL1,oox