Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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Al Moore, all boosted the hles of the downhillers and have been the drive behind the progress and well-earned prestige of the young sport. The spring found .lim Bishop and Pete Fite, who was destined to leave us shortly, pulling oars on the Second Crew. Alex coxed the Second boat and journeyed to England with the powerful and precise Henley VVinners, while Pixie, hollow- cheeked but happy, was tossed into the Thames after piloting one of the great and undefeated Kent Crews to another championship at the Royal Regatta. Gradual changes had taken place in our ap- pearance and outward attitudes since we had first arrived, wide-eyed and innocent. VVe all wanted desperately to be casual Some hadn't the right slouch, others fell into the groove of grey bucks, greasy khakis, crumpled button downs, black knits, cord coats Crippedj. We were hyper-conservative, but we unbent enough to wear Bill Neal's home-brewed pink shirts. The fall of 1949 found the Sunday softballers back on the diamond. Early in the year they had reorganized and their ranks had swelled to an ignoble 13, and had renamed themselves The Harlem A.C. Meeting in Unc's room each night, the group gathered for long and vociferous bull sessions. The most elite and the real nucleus of this aggregation instituted a fad that they considered as serious as life itself. They played the horses. Money, to the imaginative few led by Cubes, Stevo, and Unc, was irrelevant, religiously they made bets and put down their make believe wins and losses. Wlith a Daily News under arm, the select few drifted to Unc's Place every seventh period to sip their imaginative brew and discuss Tombo Ton1's wild moods jump erratically from playful ebullience to dire proph- ecy. When not strumming the banjo with nervous preoccupation or gazing with passion at a life-sized portrait of Vera Ellen, he wields a deft paint brush and keeps his form mates in stitches with his soaring imagination and subtle pantomimes of prominent Kent figures. Charlie Sportsman, hot-rod enthusiast, and pipe-smoker extraordinaire, Charlie first graced our form with his bulk third form year. A stalwart tackle on last year's 2nd football team until sus- taining a bad knee injury, he can often be seen speeding along casually in the pater-mobile. See you at Mor- ey's, Charlie! the results of the day. Something of an outing club was formed while the weather was still warm and the leaves still on the trees. Weekly walks to South Kent were featured for the fresh air lovers. No doubt the members felt that friendly relations between brother schools was of prime importance. Led by Parker Wilson and jerbo Cline the crowd found a quiet resting place at Bllllld' Bridge Inn and other wayside resorts. The nature lovers and ambassadors of good will purportedly looked for wild flowers. and strange insects, as did another group that was shortly to be born-The Moun- tain Climbeixv. Looking for local phenomena did not seem in character with most of the ardent hikers, but who knows what strange tricks nature plays and whom she calls to her bosom? Under the auspices of Drew Patterson. bridge became the rage of the intellectuals, and some not so intellectuals. Hardly harboring an atmosphere conducive to study, VVells, Garmey, Red. Rabbi, and Skip led trump long into VVednesday and

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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

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Bish arrived second form year and immediately achieved a pinnacle of success with his risque ditties, gay wit and the fact that he shaved daily. As a matman and oarsman he has be- come exceptional, as a serious Sixth Former who loves an argument, he works hard, talks hard, bellows when necessary, and usually gets results. Here's to Yale, Ape! Apey Janberg Orson's folaus walk, inherited from another yearbook head, has propelled him feverishly through innumerable positions of dignity and indignity on myriad committees and managerial squads. His love for assuming the role of the pedagogue, an elephantine vocabulary, a flair for dramatics, and sparkling wit have made him a be- loved personlity and character. Saturday nights In fact one member of the form, suffering from the game's spell, was lost to '52 forever at the end of the year when the marks came in. Some of the French scholars must have scan- ned de Maupassant short stories at one time or another, because one quiet day the Library Building suddenly shuddered and echoed with excitement because string was strung throughout the building. A fiery-headed lad with a gigantic ball of twine fOrson'sj ran from one hallway to another like an animated Statue of Liberty, with the unraveling white for a torch. Leaving tangles and snares for the unwary wherever he went, and with Townie, prancing like Groucho without his cigar, behind him, he left the libraries them- selves looking like a web, with studious under- formers the trapped Hies. VVhen the job was done the culprits were safely stowed in Janburg's room which was full of Kenties doubled up in glee among the Knicnacs. John Gray, always a man of the moment, shortly stood erect in the door of the Bartlett Room, after procuring a pair of scissors and cut- ting the numerous victims free, he could be heard walking to his room muttering, What's going on in my Library, my Library P The good- natured gentleman composed himself in time to serve the customary afternoon tea and discuss the rather unprecedented events of the afternoon. Others, on another hallway, brought out their highly illegal rations and chuckled gleefully over them at the successful episode. Jay Kobler fashioned himself as an intense mystic and proclaimed himself, when there was no one else near to do the proclaiming, a remark- able hypnotist. To aid him he used sometimes a flashlight, sometimes a gleaming metal object that swung freely from a chain. Lukey, shortly under the spell, did as he was commanded, those who know will still claim that Luke picked up a heavy typewriter with his little finger, leaving his arm outstretched. The many uninitiated of the form pooh-pooh the idea of anyone lifting a Jim Hink, no matter what he does, does it big. He pulls a big oar, gets big grades, has a big deep voice in the Decet, and best of all, he has a big grin for everyone despite his many responsibilities. Weill miss you, big Jimbo: wow those Yalees with more tales about your big Greenwich bud- Hink Chasm Fif-ff-jif-ji-ji-f, sixty, sir! was the first of many wise little sayings which have come forth from Filbert in his four years at Kent. We shall always remember his smiling face, ringing voice, chuckling laughter, and amaz- ing abilities in art and music. Pleas- V ant dreams, old boy: especially of the gal so much talked about every night. 28