Kingswood Oxford High School - Retrospect Yearbook (West Hartford, CT)

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Tot AJlneteen Totty - Tu o I. A quiet voice calls, “Contact!” . . . Motors hum. And presently above the sheltered field A gallant squadron wings .... What is to come They know not; but each flyers heart is steeled. His mind, his muscles trained, each sense intent His leader’s call to combat to obey. Up. up those great birds soar, on duty bent. To battle savage foemen far away. Each navigator, pilot, gunner knows That on his prompt, calm readiness depends Some portion of our country’s might, which flows Unstinted to protect our homes, our friends; He must not hesitate—he must not quail— Though Death's black chasm yawn, he will not fail! II. “—Valete.” .... From the guarded runways here To fields afar another class takes flight. Speeding aloft through skies that, darkly drear. Yet cover new horizons, broad and bright, Revealed when will and sacrifice combine. Our torn, chaotic world to win to peace. Demolishing the sinister design Of madmen till its serpent-writhings cease. As. new-commissioned, you assume your place In those brave echelons which forward flow. Ran apathy, bar sloth—determined race. While we. your ground crew, waiting here below. Shall ever watch your course across the blue. Eager to welcome Faithful Forty-Two. Harold Willard Gleason

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%2 JAMES LATIMER BELLIS At the beginning of our eighth grade year, a small, bashful, and quiet hoy en- tered our class in the person of Jim Beilis. He soon proved himself to he anything hut insignificant by excelling in all sports in which he participated for the Lancaster Club. As time went on, Jim came more and more out of his shell. By the time that our class entered the senior school, he had proved that he was a leader as well as be- coming one of the Darling Doctor’s Mon- day morning colic kids. This change into a regular weekender is still a problem as to whether it was for better or worse. His Fourth Form year was rather stag- nant when it comes to being outstanding. Although he did play Intermediate soccer, Jim had an unfortunate accident in the winter when he injured his knee and was kept out of hockey. This was the year that Jim decided to see how the other half lives and consequently did a great deal of prowling about on weekends. Last year was a gala one as Jim became a shining light in our class. He was elected secretary of his class at the beginning of the year and became a stellar part of the varsity soccer team. Continuing throughout the year as a kingpin in sports, he played a vicious game of both hockey and lacrosse and finished up the year as a three-letter man. This year the tables turned. Jim, who used to be one of the few Oxford woman-haters left in our set, gained quite a good deal of interest in them. Now his favorite extra-curricular activity is “wolfing” a certain member of Oxford. In the short time that he spends in school he has managed to find time to cap- tain the soccer team through a brilliant season and play a rugged game of both hockey and lacrosse again. Needless to say he proved himself to be still an all-around athlete and good guy. As most of us know. Jim is headed down the river for Wesleyan, where he hopes to “pass” the next few years. 8