Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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Dave Captain and outstanding soccer player for three years, Dave Morgan is un- doubtedly the boy who did the most to establish that sport at Kent. A truer, more dependable, more trust- worthy friend will never be found. Dave is also noted for his appeal to several young ladies, and the boys Hock to him for advice. Treat 'em rough, says Dave. we had an amazing number of seven members on the Honor Roll and a fine form average of 67.71, Rikki Rik's quiet but impressive record at Kent as a man of quick action is in- delible to his classmates. Reticent, but not incapable of well-chosen words, his devil-may-care policy on the turf and escapades to Farmington are ever with us. Cheerio, Rik! May Flights of Beacon blankets guide you to Para- dise. Bob Two caps Cone green, one redj are to Hob Beale what the three rings are to Ballcntine. Last spring a cap could be seen bobbing on a sun-baked tennis court, last winter gliding 'ueath Algo's ice-crusted face, last fall crouching in a cage, and any day in class with its owner snoozing silently. stay was wild, but brief, In September, when we returned to school to which was considerably better than we had done previously. Actually, all of second form year was marked by a pattern, the main motif of which was bed- lam. Still, jim Tewksbury managed to lead the form academically a shade under 87, and Tom Yodrey, his roommate, long since gone to An- dover, followed a close second. Une more out- standing second former we must recall: Duncan Sterling, Ill. XYhole histories of pure fact that could make fiction look mild could be written about Dune, undoubtedly the most notorious lientie aside from Christopher R. Custer, master of guns and skeleton keys. hlenko later had a begin third form year, it was obvious that a long summer vacation had not been long enough to alter the pattern of the past: with 27 new mem- bers added to the class, the way seemed clear- more bedlam for more members of the form. Headquarters for operations was located in the already-infamous den of iniquity and shadowy deeds, the Cilzrb Norge. A new edict was issued early in the fall that led everyone to board up their panels and buy a breadbox. For the first time we were allowed tiing in the key department.l heart and soul to '52. lJunc's tirst escapade occurred been at Kent 12 hours. 'l'hose. exclaimed the bulbous boy to an inspector in rc two hiffhlv il- legal coins tucked in his loafers. pieces. llunc turned them into Tent next day, to his later chagrin. How many Dune belonged before he had b a 'are my lucky candy at l'op i times did llunc throw knives and hatchets at his tormentors? And how often did Mr. Armstrong break his yardstick? XYho will forget the time Dune picked the wrong man to anger-Pete Fite -and minutes later was dragged unconscious down the hall by giggling Tom Clark? Duncls

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-ae,f, and stylus-i,m, and consequently ended our first three weeks with an average of 30, threw up their hands in desperation, everyone who had once smiled and referred to us affectionately as brats frowned on us as we passed. In more of a quandary on November lst than we had been a month earlier, the second form was indeed in poor spirits. Class elections remedied matters a bit: at least we would have leaders from whom we might take our cue. The trouble began after Jimmy Tewks- bury had been unanimously elected president. We were at a loss, more or less, when nomina- tions for vice-president were in order. Some few concentrated their efforts and began a boisterous campaign for Skinner, and though a primitive form of political agitation it was, that man held the post of Veep for the first three months of our existence. A Littig-for-secretary faction arose and a more sophisticated campaign was carried on in hoarse whisphersg Littig's office, like Tewksbury's, was to be held by him as long as he remained at Kent. john was destined to leave us, once via the wall, once via the road, and never has he been heard of since. At Thanksgiving the bedraggled form was free for two whole days. On his return, Jim Bishop's pockets bulged suspiciously. From a cache which had once been a window frame, Apey dispensed quarters Qin rollsj in a thriving coins-or-candy business and enjoyed the form's adulation. During exams the first small group of rabble to do so distinguished itself from the form. The Crushers, later to attain great prestige with the Sunday afternoon softball crowd under a differ- ent name, was formed-a social, political, and geographical organization. Not yet developed into lovers of the outdoors, the Crushers held rugged indoor games: water and pillow lights nightly, interspersed with bed-setting. A rival faction sprang up in self-defense, dubbing them- selves the Club Club because they carried broken legs of their chairs en route to the Connecting Hall. One night the inevitable happened-a pil- low broke over a luckless lad's head. The crowd of combatants scattered, but at lights the Class of 1952 had been rudely ushered into the hall and the Seniors had begun the questioning. Unc Witherall, his face a mask of innocence, Greasy Jack Marino, looking humble, and Barrel Betts, whose integrity had been insulted, filed sedately from their rooms and stood against the wall. After 90 minutes, the same number of threats and odd exercises, the trio trooped to bed. The feathers settled, but the mystery was never solved. Winter came and went g at the end of the term Dave Quarterbacking, flashing blades and a rubber pitching arm have marked Dave Gallup's trail through Kent. His prowess on the football field will ever be remembered along with some very mysterious letters postmarked North- ampton and exuding the fragrance of Night in Paris. Big Ron Seemingly a living example of the no strain philosophy, R011 hides his talents under a deceptively bland countenance and disjointed slouch. Welcome bearer of morning coffee, he has built up an honor roll average and makes playing the hot corner seem like everything else he doesAsimple. Highly skilled at blast-blast ball, our New Jersey buddy heads for Colgate. 2I Turk Tactful Turkey, who has blessed Kent with his wit, friendliness, and energy for three years, has led an active life with a hand in many pies. Proud of his academic record, Turk is an out- standing history student and always on the honor roll. As News associate he spends many long hours over dum- mies, but ever finds time out for rowdy bull sessions. l do

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Rabbi Lee, prefect and scourge of the wicked, by turns unpredictably laughs at or cries for the foibles of the world. Always leading, he has contributed eagerly his energies and ideas to the advancement of Kent life, and both he and the school are richer for his stay in the Happy Valley. to keep food flegallyj in our rooms. The march of the ants and little bugs began. The freedom brought a new trend: a new game was devised called My-Delicatessen-Is-Bigger-Than-Yours. Every night F ite and Skinner argued over who had eaten more of Bishop's Italian Salamig jan Wells also boasted an inevitably full breadbox Trev Darien's own party boy Trev arrived in September 1948, red face and all. An amorous artist, he has always been a man with the ladies, and as an ardent athlete he is known for his boundless spirit and fight. His casual, friendly manner has found him many friends. Brown-Ring The periodic chant of Brrrooowwwnnn in job assembly is caused by the pres- ence of the popular Senior Council Member, football and hockey player, oarsman, and shutterbug supreme, who is much thought of in his senior year because of the wench who peeps from numerous picture frames in his room. mediately downed some and began to cool the rest on its window sills. Mr. Nadal showed up too late to halt the proceedings, but early enough to command the bottles to be returned, to the sorrow of the unwashed. Bottles of the murky waters were later doled out sensibly. A new game was soon invented- for the more depraved members of the form on the honor roll fnot to say the sixth formj to raid. All this food hardly incurred good will, however. jim Hink and Ire Cream Cone, held frequent pitched battles in their room. One eve- ning, some one of such jokers as Townie and the little red nigger, spilled a full box of cocoa, which billowed in Hink's room for weeks. The Football Team of '48 will always be thought of as an unfortunate one: no one in '52 was on it. But third form year saw an infiux of scholars to '52. Al Moore, Red Jim McCulloh, Jay Butler, and jay Cjust call me Billj Kobler, and Orson helped considerably to boost our average to a nearly respectable number. Late in the fall Doc Bullard put in a mon- strous order for apple juices from his father's orchard, which arrived and was unloaded by many rabble a week later. Using more lists than Mr. Nadal on Fathers' VVeekend, Bullard doled out the supply to a screeching horde, which im- knocking cooling bottles from windows with broom poles. Engaged in such sport, Rab was forced to jump into a Norge pine tree to escape an owner's wrath. In the shower room that year it was pleasur- able to flex our muscles, wrestle, chin-up, and generally display athletic vigor yet unproved. Qne night, while three brawnies were fighting over who should get how much of what little water there was, one of them braced his feet against one wall, his back against the other, and pushed. The partition was loose and the marble slab descended on the uncomprehending Steve Gar- mey. The crash of splintering rock caused a rush of brave, strong-hearted fellows with a common thought-to get out of there and find a doctor. One or two pulled the rock from Lord G. and waited. Steve today is an active member of the class of '52, Other young strong men reacted differently to their power: Rikki VanRensselaer and Jaco-