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

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John Doyle DeWitt, Jr. Fifth Form — ’46 NoNo During the fall term, NoNo, as he was aptly dubbed by Doc Crawford, went out for soccer, obtaining a berth on the squad. Playing outside right John aided the team in completing a very successful season. At the close of the season he was chosen co-captain of the 1947 squad. The Talking Dog became an outstanding member of the infamous 3:30 club, and it was not out of the ordinary to see a heavily-laden ’38 Plymouth coupe taking off in the afternoon: destination — Howard Johnson’s. Renowned for his speed, John obtained a letter in track during the spring term. Thus, he became a twoletter man his first year at Wyvernvillc. As a senior, John co-captaincd the soccer team to one of its best seasons, suffering only one defeat in nine games. The position of co-captain enabled John to be elected to the student council, where he resided nobly. Once again the 3:30 club found NoNo among its ranks during the winter season, as he played morning basketball with the Hackers A. C. When the spring came, however, J. Doyle lent his enthusiastic support to the compara- tively new sport of Lacrosse, where many a cut and bruise can be, and were, inflicted. It might have been old to the Indians, but it was new stuff to J. D. DeWitt and Co. This year as a post-graduate, John was made a prefect, member of the senior student council, and class committee, and elected to the Classbook committee. John’s great game at wing this year aided immensely in the comple- tion of the first undefeated soccer season in Kingswood’s history. The 3:30 club must have intrigued John upon first entering Kingswood because for the third year in a row, NoNo led the procession of cars out of school. We don’t sec how cither Kingswood or Doc Crawford will get along without him. Middlebury 19

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Thomas Radford d’Arcambal Lower Prep —'41 Tom Big Tom is one of the three original mem- bers of the Class of ’49 who have weathered the Kingswood storm for a full eight years. In the Junior School he battled for the cause of the White Rose, and, in the doing, garnered for himself a fistful! of Wyverns for football and baseball. Early members of the Class of ’49 will probably also remember Tom’s annual hot-dog roasts. As a freshman d’Arky was introduced to the wiles and guiles of the Senior School, and he was lured (without much exterior persuasion, however) to a life membership in the 3:30 Club. To offset this rather dubious honor, Tom joined the Rifle Club and the News board. As a sophomore he joined the Camera Club and then the Dramatic Club, and for the following three years he was a mainstay of the backstage contingent of the latter organization. In the fifth form he used his bulk to good advantage in football, and he emerged with a J.V. letter to his credit; during his senior year he was a member of the first football team. In the winter months of his entire Senior School career at Kingswood, Tom participated in that roughest of all games — morning basketball. As a matter of fact, Tom was rather wont to forget these gymnastic appointments, but under the eagle-eye surveillance of Sim Jim Morris of Bulkcley Stadium fame, such negligence was held to a minimum. But if he couldn’t persuade Jim of his ill health, he assuaged his hurt feelings by leaving school a few hours earlier in his trusty red Olds (with a wolf whistle). Springtime found d’Arky belting the horse- hide pill for the second team, and in ’48 and ’49 he wielded a mighty iron for M.W.J.’s golf team. He received a letter in both these years for his efforts. And as Tom roars out through Russel Gate at 1:30 for the last time, we might hear him say, “The smoking privilege in the Common Room made everything so much simpler!” Michigan 18

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Thomas Robert Di Lorenzo Sixth Form —’48 Tom Tom joined the ranks of Kings wood's most illustrious class in the role of post-graduate after four years at Weaver High school. He was first seen around the campus practicing with the football team, where he proved himself to be a most welcome addition. Any one who saw the Saturday contests remembers the fleet halfback continually knifing through the opposition to make many a needed tackle. Tommy’s car, looking like a relic from an Armistice Day parade, caused a great furor upon its first appearance here, but the school soon grew used to half of it. It was probably the only car in existence that people ever recognized from the back, since few saw his late entrances each morning. All, however, saw his early exits. “Where is Di Lorenzo?” became a custom with the Doctor every day at twenty-five minutes of nine. This, followed by a “He’ll be here in a little while”, would prccccd a hasty and tardy, but always happy entrance for Tom. “I’ll sec you immediately after lunch in my apartment” was all that followed. Tommy spent his winter day wrestling with the morning basketball group, receiving fully enough injuries to bleed as much as the other veterans of the court. As usual, through thick and thin, snow and sleet, he managed to leave school early with the best of them. The smoking room privilege received his nicotinal aid also during the cold months. The whole idea of smoking in front of masters appealed heartily to Tommy, and he was often heard to remark, Weaver was never like this”. Throughout the year, Tom acted nobly on behalf of the Dance Committee, helping greatly in the planning and executing of its several functions. Anyone who has ever had the plcasure(?) of riding in his heap anywhere cannot possibly forget its torturous moments. It’s an unbelievably horrible experience to undergo. No one will for- get the driver either, calmly whizzing along with little or no regard for his surroundings. Trinity 20