Kent School - Kent Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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Santa Rourke and Alan Patou. Footballers at the banquet. Two on the rocks, Al. M 'l Q An Arab melody Captain-elect Bob Fryherger w 'S

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Step right up and win a priz Howgate's bar and grill. Ya' got that, Tucker? Leigh Faldi coxed the crew which had Stowe, Bates, Marsh, Mills, King and Waters on it from our class. Tuck Hicks, brother Mac, Jack Det- wiler, Baiter, Appleton and Wakefield played first baseball. Devereux, Wing and Alford rep- resented us on the tennis team. The crew had a rough first race, but went on to a fine crew. They wiped out most of their remaining opposition. We were proud that our crew was a good crew. Baseball and tennis both did moderately well. Spring dance weekend was a great success. We had nice dates, and they had good times. It was a leisurely weekend. Everyone just seemed to relax. Dick Voigt's QKent '53j band was great, even though Dick eouldn't make it himself. Chronologically, that was about the last event of interest during spring term. However, there are a few odds and ends that we won't forget for a long time. How about the infamous Marsh started, Clapp organized, and Stowe ledw 'holiday' affair. Or the night Voigots showed up with his chosen six? Both are fine memories. Then came the night when our form tapped their successors in the chapel. Our leaders' tasks were through. We thought that they had done a darned good job. As far as we were concerned, only exams stood between us and graduation. A sometimes long and some times short five years was coming to a close. Our careers at Kent were soon to be finished. Before we knew it exams had flown by and that day of days, June lst, was upon us. The long awaited Prize Day dawned bright and warm but by the end of the afternoon a summer thun- derstorm interrupted the exercises. The night before we had enjoyed the final presentation of the Dramatic Club entitled See How They Run. But today everybody was thinking of the future, not the past. . . . our crew was a good crew. DF YK . f .-Q i .fy

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In the morning the entire class had their last Communion together and then ate a final breakfast in the dining hall. After this was over we returned to our rooms to finish up that last bit of packing or try to find that last green sock. Most of us had been keeping our white bucks clean and ducks pressed but there were a few who had to beg, borrow, or steal the graduation uniform. The many alumni and guests began to flow into the school and the campus took on a carnival flavor. Our last meal was a buffet lun- cheon served graciously by fifth formers but most of the '56'ers were too excited to eat much. At last we began to gather for the proces- sion and when we saw all our formmates in ducks and blazers it made quite an impression. The seniors walked down the lawn amid the ap- What more can be said? of us. 1 N plause of the school and the guests while the masters and alumni followed in pairs. We stood as Fr. West delivered a short prayer followed by Dick's welcome, his last official function as our senior prefect. Bishop Stephen Bayne gave the main address telling us what the future de- mands of us and how we must face up to it. It was short and effective. The trophies were then given out with Bobby getting Pater's Mug, Bob Waring receiving the Columbia Cup and Bert re- ceiving the Headmaster's Cup. By this time the overcast skies had forced us to retreat to the There's a little M.T. in all From top to bottom: Mac, Magee, and Al. Boys will be boys. 28 The worshipers