Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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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.

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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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John In the winter Bush lays off the An- hauser and weeds for more basic pur- suits on the mats. Year 'round though, he clutches his uke wildly and spas- modically strums out bawdy ballads like, She's got Freckles on her . . . Those Rochester lasses he hears from occupy most of his time and mind, but somehow he gets where he wants to be with regimentals flying. Wil Among the new additions to the class fourth form year was one Wil Draper. Quickly finding himself at Kent, he has since been seen working vigor- ously at Public Speaking and at dif- ferent sciences. Upon graduation this amiable chap looks forward to the day when he will be addressed as Dr. Draper. he intimidated us unmercifully, he screamed at us, kicked us, and treated us as if he thought we were proud children. And yet we loved him be- cause he was never cold, because he was inter- ested in us, and because, once in a while, he'd grin and make an unpredictable wisecrack, or pat us on the back. And we knew he meant it. His death in March of our fourth form year grieved us all. Carl lives on in the memories of our past friendships at Kent. With three of the class serving for the first time on the Student Council, with the form split between the Library and the Dining Hall, with as much of the school looking up to us as down on us, and without a headmaster, we entered the fourth form. The spring before we had presented to Father Chalmers a parting gift and had wished him a sincere farewell that spoke of our genuine sorrow at his departure. VVe will cherish always his warm friendship and guidance. We were midway between men and boys. so to speak, Scholastically the year was for us, and still is for others, the hardest of any of the live. It is to be doubted however, that anyone's nose was seriously scraped by the efforts, as the final average of 72.35 can testify. Athletically we had begun to infiltrate into the ranks of the nobility. We acquired a certain cowboygwith thekappear- TJfaCbeer kegdonitoodipicks, who put aside his Wyoming lariat for the more effete Cthough none the less difficultj pastimes of books and foo'ball',. Tote VValker, then coach of the team, recognized Butchls talent and counted on him heavily in the last four games. Dave Morgan was elected to lead the Soccer team at the end of their season, an honor he was to have twice. In the winter Butch and Tewks made Carl jenkinsoniswBas'ketballiTeam, Pete Fite won his letter in Wrestling, and Bill McHugh and Bill Brewster played on Bill Nadal's Hockey team. Dana Barbour, the best barrel-slat man at Kent for some time, along with joe Curtis, Pixie, and Tex Harmful Don, Texas' gift to Kent, drifted in fifth form year from the land of the long horns and lovely Dallas females. VVe'll remember you, Mouse, for being a true sack art'st, mighty athlete, and not so mighty student. Buena .sucrte at Texas U., and grab a soft bed wherever you go, Tex. Wink Six long years ago, while most of us were still engaged in a basic level of study, Wink Neilson joined the Kent family. Wink is an editing enthusiast for the News, an ardent soccer player, a debator, an actor, and something of a bull thrower. He has a strong af- fection for eats and is the Sixth Form's favorite disc jockey. Good luck with the publishers, Wink. 26