Kents Hill School - Yearbook (Kents Hill, ME)

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CLASS WILL Be it remembered that we, the Senior Class of 1953 of Kents Hill Preparatory School, being of unsound mind and memory, do declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all wills heretofore made by us. All our earthly possessions we bequeath as follows: I, Irene Adell, leave my front seat in chapel to Sally Anderson. , Nye Bemis, leave my red nose to Rudolf. , Dick Berry, leave my size thirteen shoes to Mr. Broomhall in case he breaks his skis. , Emily Boiley, leave my signature in study hall to anyone to wash off. , Keith Brown, leave my barrels to any Junior with a strong back. , Arnold Buckley, leave my false teeth to Roy Waitt. , Fred Buckley, leave my hot water bottle to any underclassman with cold feet. , David Cadarett, leave my hockey ability to William Struck. , William Cannon, leave my confusion in the reserves to any future Navy man. , Carole Cooper, leave with regret my seat in history room to anyone who is lucky enough to get it. , Norma Currier, leave my even temperament to Eva Boiley. , Norman Davis, leave my tennis racket to anyone who can find the pieces. , Burrows Dolbeare, leave Maine to the polar bears. , Raymond Dube, leave my harem with regret. , Muriel Eldridge, leave the closet in my room to anyone who has a pocket compass and the spirit of explora- tion. I, Rachel Fogg, leave Shakespeare's works to my sister, Irene. I, Marilyn Gardner, leave my dramatic ability to Mary Corliss. I, Donald Gatti, leave my fire escape to anyone with wanderlust. I, Douglas Hinds, leave my pleasant smile to my brother. I, Patty King, leave my muscles and wrestling holds to Billy Strout. I, Kiki Kneeland, leave my vivacity to Ruth Nitschelm. I, Elaine Leighton, leave my basketball ability to Jean Brown. 1, Donald Lenfest, leave my neat room to John Ebelhare. I, Judy Lincoln, leave my ability to get caught in the midst of all trouble to Nancy Holden. I, William Lynch, leave my perseverance to Helen Eaton. I, Dona Macaulay, leave my room with the window on the fire escape to anyone who can use it. I, Connie Mitchell, leave my conservative hair-do to Susan Poor. I, Brian Moore, leave my political beliefs to any future anarchist. I, Robert Morse, leave my vanilla-brew formula to Mr. Van for use next year. I, Nancy Nichols, leave my love for horses to be divided between Dorothy Peachey and Patricia Nobis. I I I I I I I I 1 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I , Harriet Piper, leave my dry sense of humor to Arlene Sylvester. , Richard Pollard, leave my orange and black sweatshirt for next St. Patrick's Day. , Peggy Reeder, leave my ability to eat two or three helpings a meal to Lisa Fleischer. , Norman Schneider, leave my physical contours to Skip Dodge. , Eugene Stone, leave Kents Hill hoping to find a dorm with double bunk beds to dump. , Franklin Stone, leave my dining domain to the next early riser. , Mal Stone, leave my engagement ring to next year's couple. , Carol Tasker, leave my quiet, refined, and ladylike manner to Janie Aldrich. , Alice Trefethen, leave Kents Hill taking my quietness with me. , Mel Tukey, leave my scholastic ability to Donald Carter. , Jack Warren, leave my hair to Thor Miller. , Caroline Westervelt, leave my sweet and gentle disposition to Pat Dodge. , Ginny Winslow, leave my knowledge of chemistry to Mr. Van. , Marjorie Wight, leave my place on the honor roll to Roberta White. Patty King Brian Moore Julianne Lincoln Irene Adell Donald Garti Emily Boiley Marjorie Wight 24

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The scene: Time: Cast: Scene: CLASS PROPHECY OF 1953 Broadway. crossroad of the world. 1957 Two old Kents Hill grads, Brian Moore and Mel Tukey. Brian recognizes Mel and walks over to him. Mel! Mel Tukey! How the heck are you? WelI, Brian Moore, you old son of a gun! Haven't seen you since graduation! Have you heard anything from our old classmates? Yes. I was watching television one night and saw the nation's Number One comedienne, Alice Trefethen. Did you know Peggy Reeder flunked out of college? I have read where Dave Cadarett has taken over Dick Button's place in the Ice Follies. You know, Judy Lincoln replaced Bob Cousy. I couldn't get a plane out of LaGuardia because of the Fogg that was sweeping across the city-- Rachel, that is. I've been down to visit Bob Morse's opium den. You know. I've been taking dancing lessons. Arthur Murray? No, Bill Lynch. I saw Spike Jones and his City Slickers in Symphony Hall last night. Carole Cooper was playing the piano for them. I was in Maine last summer and passed Norm Davis and his wife. the former Elaine Leighton,driv- ing their custom-built Cadillac along the multi-million dollar Monhegan bridge Norm donated out of profits from one of his more prosperous fishing years with his boat, the Nyanza. l was reading the current best-seller the other day, The Perils of Hitching by Gene Stone. I read that Pat King is physical education director at Brown University and Jack Warren is now president of Charles Antell. Dick Pollard really fell in love with money, didn't he? He even married one ofthe Nichols. I heard over the radio that Emily Boiley and Harriet Piper are opening a monastery. Norm Schneider certainly cornered the fertilizer market. Nancy Nichols has just acquired the controlling shares of the stables at Saratoga. l read in the society pages that Irene Adell has finally married her millionaire. Marilyn Gardner recently filed her third application to Annapolis. l was talking to a fellow the other day who has been traveling through the South. He told me that Carol Tasker is now a tobacco auctioneer in Kentucky. Muriel Eldridge took over as Dean of Men at Wesleyan last year. I read in the sports section that two of our former day 'hops.' Marjorie Wight and Norma Currier. have been matched for the Heavyweight Wrestling Championship. Olympiic skier, Keith Brown. has retired. He told me that every time he thinks of the 'Hill.' he sees 'Re . ' Have you heard about Mal Stone and Dona Macaulay touring the world with their aerial stunts? Mal flies his plane upside down while Dona clings to one wing by her feet. I saw Carolyn 'Horse' Westervelt the other day. She told me that she has never found a substitute for 'Hay. ' I read in Science Newsletter that Doug Hinds is now chief cook and bottle washer aboard Mr. Van's rocket to Venus. Captain F. 'Video' Stone is the pilot. Do you remember Burrows Dolbeare from Florida? Sure, you mean old 'Rebel'? Well. he's making quite a living at the Portland end of the Maine Turnpike. He's selling electric blankets. Do you suppose Dick Berry has ever discovered that Wesleyan does to its orange juice? Speaking of beverages, Connie Mitchell has married one of the nation's leading manufacturers' sons, one of Milwaukee's finest. Ray Dube just left for Hollywood to make the life's story of Rudolph Valentino. Don Lenfest is going with him. He's going to make a sequel to King Kong. Nye and Kiki just left to tour Europe with their home-grown version of the Harlem Globetrottersf' I guess Houdini, the famous escape artist. has finally been overshadowed. Don Gatti has just been given the title of 'The World 's Greatest. ' Arnie Buckley. after getting his Ph.D.. got his first job as truck driver for the Buxton Lines. I see that Bill Cannon and Fred Buckley have been entered in the current Who's Who, the reason being that their room at Kents Hill was regarded as second only to the 'Black Hole of Ca1cutta. ' What was that girl's name who never could hold on to a tray in the dining room and who always said the wrong thing at the right time? You mean Ginnie Winslow? That's her name! Did you know she has obtained one of the most envied positions in the country --the right guard position for the Pittsburg Steelers? 23

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CLASS HISTORY Someday when you are old and grey, you may tilt back in your rocking chair, draw your grandchildren to your knee, pull out from a row of dusty books a well-worn volume entitled Kents Hill Yearbook, 1953. You turn to the picture which looks back at you with a grin and laughing eyes set in a young face surrounded by an out-of-date hair style. That's Grandpa when he was at Kents Hill, you say. Rocking slowly, you begin to look through the pages, reminiscing as you go. Ican remember when I first went to Kents Hill, you say laughingly, with the first few confusing days of classes, the football games in the crisp fall, the hard-fought field hockey games, the day we trekked across the leaf-covered fields and through the woods for our first glimpse of the Outing Club cabin, the glorious setting of Kents Hill and beau- tiful lakes mirroring the bright colors of the foliage. And so the fall went. Then it was winter -- winter withits Christmas decorations and chimes pealing the familiar carols over the new-fallen snow. Our first mid-years we ap- proached with nervousness mingled with curiosity as to how any teacher could make, or how we could take a test two hours long, and then the ordeal was over. The Winter Carnival came, the ski meets, hockey and basketball games, and the Snow Ball to which we went unsure and nervous. Before we realized it, spring had come. The campus maples were tapped, and the sound of a baseball hitting a mitt could be heard. Softball, baseball, tennis, and track were played. The spring went fast and commencement came. Nancy Nichols and Rachel Fogg were tied for highest aver- age in our class for the whole year. We said 'goodby' to friends we had made and to those who would return next year. We returned as sophomores. We could show around our new classmates, Pat King, skillful in athletics and choir, and Irene Adell, a regular member of the honor rolls and to become co-editor of the KENTS HILL BREEZE and business editor of the yearbook in her senior year. The life this year was familiar. The Winter Carnival was a great success with perfect snowconditions. We were old hands at exams by now. At the Winter Banquet, varsity hockey letters were awarded to Don Gattiand Dave Cadarett, Several of us went to the March Readfield town meeting and saw democracy and our politician storekeeper at work. The days passed swiftly. Kiki Kneeland won the Faculty prize for the neatest room. Marjorie Wight had the highest average for our class this year. The next September found us greeting our old classmates and welcoming the new. Those who joined us were Connie Mitchell, Carol Westervelt, Peggy Reeder, Muriel Eldridge, Bill Cannon, and Brian Moore. This year brought the establishment of School Government. Don Lenfest and Marjorie Wight were elected to the council, Don Gatti and Muriel Eldridge to the supreme court. l can remember that trip to Rockland where we stuffed ourselves with all the clams and lobsters we could eat. Pat King and Muriel Eldridge excelled in lcebound, and Nancy Nichols painted scenery and brought antiques. The choir gave a beautiful Christmas candlelight service and concerts for the Augusta Kiwanis and the Winthrop Rotary. Pat King produced the first carved leather handbag in the craft room. The fall banquet saw Dave Cadarett, Bill Cannon, Don Lenfest, Brian Moore and Pat King get their letters, Kiki Kneeland, her first stripeg Rachel Fogg and Nancy Nichols second stripes. After the inevitable mid-year exams came the Winter Carnival dance with its trading-post decorations and bear rug used to scare unsuspecting victims. And did we have a storm that winter! The day students, those who came, had to tramp to classes on skis or snowshoes, and the rest of us plowed from the dormitory through man-high snow drifts. And the shoveling! We got the parking lot finished just as the state snowplow came in to turn around. lcan remember jumping off the gym roof into a snowbank and getting completely stuck. At the Winter Banquet many of us juniors were awarded prizes: hockey letters went to Dave Cadar- ett and Don Gatti, ski letters to Bill Cannon, pins to Rachel Fogg, Elaine Leighton, and Nancy Nichols. Muriel Eld- ridge received the Allan Nightingale trophy for the most improved skier. Spring in all its beauty was upon us again. Don I.enfest won third place in the state track meet. Peggy Reeder was elected president of the governmentg Don Lenfest and Pat King were house leaders, Bill Cannon, Don Gatti, Carol Westervelt, Muriel Eldridge, and Dave Cadar- ett were council members. Norm Davis's father invited us on a boat trip to Monhegan Island, ten miles off the Maine coast, that spring. It was a stormy day, the boat rocked, and many of us were seasick. The visit to this lovely island was worth it, though. The annual school song-vvriting contest revealed another talent of Nancy Nichols, who won first prize. Then, before we knew it, it was graduation at which Peggy Reeder had the highest average and received the Kreger prize. Then we were seniors! We were occupying the places of those to whom we had looked up, admired, and imitated. What a gang we had! Judy Lincoln with loads of pep and an ability to draw, Dona Macaulay's cheerful grin, Ginny Winslow's humor, and Carol Tasker's shy smile and quiet ways. Many boys joined us, too: Burrows Dolbeare from Florida who was in for quite a change of climate, Fred Buckley with his pitching ability, Arnie Buckley and his fine football playing, Keith Brown who entered the National, the Eastern, and United States Eastern Amateur Ski Associa- tion meets, Dick Berry and his good nature, Ray Dube who won the center hockey trophy for the state of Maine, Doug Hinds who showed up at a formal dance in a butler's costume left over from a recent play, Bill Lynch and his faithful work on the publications and as co-editor of the successful KENTS HILL BREEZE, friendly Dick Pollard, Jack Warren's skill with a comb, Mel Tukey's horn, Nye Benis's cheerful spirit, Norm Schneider 's Capture the flag games, Gene Stone from West Paris, Frank Stone's management of the dinging room, and our authority on diamonds, Mal Stone. The long-awaited ski tow was completed and brightened our winter skiing. Our dramatists starred in a very wonderful January Thaw. ln the October elections Peggy Reeder was re-elected president, Muriel Eldridge and Keith Brown, houseleaders, and Pat King on the council. Keith Brown was king of the Winter Carnival with Bill Lynch, Don Gatti, Ray Dube, Peggy Reeder, and Pat King as seniors on his court. Carole Cooper was editor of the yearbook. The choir again gavea lovely candlelight service and a program to the Winthrop Rotary. The girls had an undefeated basketball team. Judy Lincoln and Brian Moore won foul-shooting contests. Nancy Nichols won the BREEZE essay contest on school life. After spring vacation the year really bolted for us seniors. There were our senior picnic, breakfast, ban- quet, class meetings, and senior prom that led to our own graduation. I can remember that lump in my throat when we marched to Pomp and Circumstance in grey caps and gown--in with the tassles on one side and out with them on the other, for we had graduated! Yes, the time we had waited for so long was finally here. All the good times remain with me even now. Kents Hill will be with me as one of the most pleasant memories of all my days. Muriel Eldridge Nancy Nichols Frances Kneeland Norman Davis Elaine Leighton Donald Lenfest 25