Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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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-

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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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Cubes Happy Jack, as he is known to friends, Cand jack is everybody's buddyb usually wanders casually about the campus, radiating good humor. At banging away on the banjo he is su- preme in Club Norge where everyone listens to him Cwell, hears him D. See you 'round, Happy Jack. bus Antonius Johan Van derBunt, III, now long- gone, Bill Brewster, our own Ch-ch-ch-Chuckles and even Vvosnig, for a few weeks, resorted to such positive primitivism as pushing bureaus on each other, beating each other with foils made of coat hangers, and leaping with simian cries from their beds to the backs of unsuspecting foes -their foes being anyone at all within leaping distance. Third form year was no easy time scholastic- ally. however rowdy and full of fun we all were. Everyone was taking five subjects and many nights were spent studying in the Library. The yearys average turned out to be 73.13, not yet terribly respectable, but far better than the record of the year before. The number on the Honor Roll doubled in a year to 14. NVhen May first came up and the Rock re- ceived a new coat of paint and a new form took their places on the stage, the third form rose up and opposed the class that once oppressed them. Terry Carney soon found himself in the uncom- fortable position of having Inch Hunter on his head, riding up and down. Bob Beale received the injury that yet leaves a hairless spot on his The Bug Possessed with an affinity for ukeleles, desk-top football and sack,'l equally adept at composing letters to his Farmington lovelies or creating blood- cnrdling Cauldron tales, at scamper- ing across the stage or gliding through a ballroom, the Bug is endowed with a wit and vigour that has given us many pleasant hours. Limey His first words at Kent, WI1ere is the blooming Pub F started the Limey off with a bang. Since then he has found his place over here in the col- onies, but has also contributed to the Happy Valley a touch of Eliot and a smattering of Olivier. We wish him all the luck in the world in his literary career back in the out-lying islands. l 24 Comberg Jack, the beloved and indulged Cyrano of the class, always adds the needed bounce to every bull session, Not much of a man with the books, he amazes masters and amuses classmates with witty, often penetrating, remarks. Bleachers echo Cyrano as jack en- ters the fray with manly and fearless stride. The end product of Atlas' Suc- cess Course is Smiling Jack.