Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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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

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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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weight in that fashion, much less l.uke. The two persons in question remain singularly silent about their mysterious activities: l.uke says he remembers nothing but a slight headache, and jay, shrugging it all of as a part of his childish past, remarks only that he will not, certainly, become a swami by profession. Strange events often run in pairs, and cer- tainly they did in the fourth form. The evening after our return for spring term, one hallway in the Library again erupted. but the disturbance this time was caused not by a number of people, but one, with the help of a suspicious and very strong-smelling liquid, which the owner claimed would produce blindness. The whole of Guadal- canal Diary was enacted in one nite, with Japs to right and left. Certain members of the form rose from corporal to major general in a short period of 20 minutes. The shower room became the Pacific, with closets seconding as fox holes, and inadequate 20-watt overheads acting as blinding explosions. Hy 9:15, with the help of top brass Bishop, jenkins, and Connett, Colonels Brown, lszard and Hoerle wringing out cold wet towels, plus Majors Ahlborn and Hoare stand- ing guard, the noise of battle subsided. Dramatics and the Cilee Club began to hold great importance in the lives of many of us. Out of the Frying Pan, a play which might well have gone into the fire, was directed by Tiny Baker and proved to be a valuable experience for mem- bers of '52, Kent got its first taste of the small group of fourth formers who were destined, in future productions and parts, to bring Dramatics to the important and educational level which that organization today holds. The Glee Club, already the strongest of the extra-curricular activities, was bolstered by many '52 songbirds. johnny Brims and Tewks sang in the Octet, while others like lszard, Mac, Grubby, Steve, and Hink sang with the larger club. Somehow each spring breeds its own footloose and fancy-free air of gaityg the spring of 1950 was no different from any other. Pyramids Salaam, Pasha Bates, thou tower of the bubbling Sixth: may Columbia prove a baiting place for thy wit. And may the riches of Ind, the melons of Persia, and the lovely maidens of Afghanistan sway to thy gentle infin- ence as have the mighty warriors of the mats and the members of the class of '52. Prong Coming to us from that foreign land known as the middle west, John Prong Silverthorne is well known to us all for his prowess in hockey and tennis. With either an air of good-natured casuality or muttering the name of some Chicago girl, Lip will find success wherever life takes him. 29 Lizard 'Twas forty-seven wllen he came To rear his name and Kent's to fame. How oft his cries, echoing the halls, Have turned the rabble from slothful brawls. Passions roused by many a fair lassy, Led this youth with guiding fancy. From soccer fields and skiing slopes, VVC leave him with our fondest hopes. l