Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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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.

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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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l head. Pete Fite lifted a surprised Eg Wall and marched him into the shower. The tempers quickly grew short and our bruises became num- erous, so we all retreated to lick our wounds. Apparently the new barber, much-teased joe Colletti, completely misunderstood Pete Cones mumbling monotone, and between them a sensa- tion was caused. Pete left the chair bald as a billiard ball and thus appeared in French class to Tiny's surprise. Mr. Nadal spotted the tower- ing dome from his table in the Dining Hall, and never having met such a situation before, called Pete down in no uncertain terms and issued a warning that spoke of authority, And grow some, quick! After long questioning, the round barber was near tears g Datsa wat he ask me for . . . was all the distracted man could wail. Bearer of the brunt of many jokes, joe recovered from the mistake and today asserts to his every 3. SUCCESS. Mac Renowned for his philosophy on the traits of fiendish females, Mac has graced Happy Valley with his spar- kling personality, golden throat, and flashing blades. In the mailroom, on the rinks, Mac always has a good word for everyone. Common sense and good judgment are sure to make him Culture and perception exuding from the kinky tips of his hair, Jay has sedately moved his way through four years of dramatics. From the hon- ored position of Prince Hamlet, he rose in favor with men to become King Lear. Training for the part on the mats, he has entered with zest into Dana If there was anyone in our class who looked on everything with a smile: if there was anyone who always main- tained a completely cheerful outlook: if there was anyone who threw him- self, smile and all, into whatever faced him, it was Dana. And we wish him the very best of everything. Rims From the time he First dragged him- self into the dingy halls of Club Norge third form year, john began to con- tribute his wealth of talents to Kent. His mellow tenor voice, fluent Span- ish, and powerful journalism make this world traveler one of '52's most distinguished members. Cheerio, John. patron, . . . I oughta charge you dolla-an'-a- quarter for that cut. Brown and Carney, the famed shutterbugs, brought fame but no fortune to the class in the spring. They were awarded the Photographic Prize by Mr. Cist. As Carney will bemoan to anyone who will listen to him, he was given credit, but never any of the promised remunera- tion. Before passing on to fourth form year, a spe- cial friend of our class should be mentioned. Carl jenkinson, who taught us third form English, was a newcomer to Kent and moved in to the North Dorm in an apartment-of all places- just below us. Carl always looked on us as his form although he certainly would never have let us know it. Whenever we were in absentia, he proclaimed our merits and told all to watch out for that class . To our faces, he was grutf, and Kosh all of Kent's activities.