Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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Ill THE SIXTH FORM, which has engaged in Kent life in so many different gaits and such diverse ways and with whom this book is concerned, appears here. Their dissimilar faces and unlike histories fade in the fellowship that has been theirs at Kent. They have led the school in a period which marked a change of administration and perhaps a more lasting change of school policy: responsibility assumed rather than authority delegated.

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DUB TIME THE T... UMEFU The Class of 1952 has wandered, walked, and run, through five long years at Kent. The footprints that we have left in our path have grown in size as they approached this present day of graduation, and indicate the growth of our whole selves along the way. Even the least of us, scuffling our toes in the dust and mud, and balking at every progressive step, have absorbed something: some of the life has rubbed off on us to leave its perpetual simple stain, the mark of every Kent man. Those who with willing feet have run ahead of the form and lit the way- to them we are grateful. For those who have left before graduation, we End a good deal of sorrow that they are not with us today. To Kent and for all that it stands, to those men who are Kent, we are eternally thankful, and hope we have given back, at least in part, what we have taken away. No doubt at one time in our history there was a beginning, but even those who have survived live long winters and five deep floods-even these few veterans in their most nostalgic moments can remember little about the day when the Class of 1952 ceased to be a pleasant expectation in the minds of those in charge of admissions and be- came a horrid reality to the Sixth Form Spon- sors. And it is questionable whether that irate group made a much better first impression throughout our ranks: though they were more numerous and far more imposing than we, they discretely left their shaved baseball bats in their corners for the first few weeks, which condition we later learned to appreciate. Bruno Famed Nvwsnetters high-scoring cen- ter, Bruno also capably graces the soccer held, and, in spring, a shell. Noted for delicate Curtain Raiser por- trayals as well as athletic feats, Bruno is best remembered as the friendly bulk about the campus. Sock 'em, Bruno! Baldy Bert has made quite an impression Happy Valley-wise since crossing the bridge two Septembers ago. Always inquisitive, he nearly lost his long nose Sz short thatch attempting to beat Rus- sia to the hydrogen bomb. Good luck at Yale, Bertg don't experiment at Morey's. Those first few weeks might have been heaven, hell, or just plain confusion 3 whatever they were, they were decidedly not normal. In fact, few of us can recall any period of over three days that might be termed normal, even by the most liberal of Kent standards. Any second form is divided into two cata- gories by the knowing, older Kenties: those who are wise and those who aren't. Second formers recognize this division too, but their vocabulary, being simpler and therefore nearer the truth, think of the groups as those who try to make a good impression and those who are too afraid to open their mouths. Rastus Snowden, straight from Nashville, Tennessee and Boss Crump's bosom, was among the least inhibited and boldest of the new boys. At his first Kent meal he took his place at the bottom of the table which he was to occupy for the next eight months, and when the waiter approached Rastus merrily served himself. The table head, after waiting several moments to find appropriate words and to swal- low his Snifties, demanded the food. Take it easy, man, there's plenty here for both of us. This remark set the tone for Rastus' stormy if short career. As the days wore on and Mr. Happy Jack Armstrong and his book-throwing became almost commonplace, the Hour Board became so well known that we were able to grin philosophically as we passed our misspelled names. The Sixth Formers became less fatherly and more demand- ingg the masters, who had spoken kindly at first when we could see no sense in memorizing mensa