South Kent High School - Yearbook (South Kent, CT)

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1935 gg SOUTH KENT YEAR BOOK 1935 And now it is the middle of our last term at South Kent, an almost unbelievable fact. May First saw us relinquishing our oihcial duties and turning to the more menial tasks of dish washing and grass cutting. We had had a good year and were sorry to see it over. Perhaps a peek at the sixth form ina lei' sure moment would mean as much as anything. First of all, if we look up at the New Build' ing we see the strangest things sticking out of Gillispie's and johnson's window. Whatever they are, they are large. We blink and rub our eyes, but it takes us a good while to wake up to the fact that they are nothing more than white socks and sport shoes on Guppy's feet. Beneath this window we are apt to see a group sitting on the benches. Usually we 1 would find Pop 'n Al, and Rossy, plus Tommy, Liss George, and perhaps Snipe with his Spanish book. In one of the windows above we find Dave's cheery grin looking down on those below. In the next room we hear the clicking of a typewriter which means that Jack is doing his history. From a far corner a voice is heard. Sure enough, there is Wes taking a sun bath. Smoky or Stu are driving up with the mail, and Arty tears down to get his spring under' wear . Arcie comes sauntering by with a blicky. Dutch is cutting the grass, all the time cursing the lawn mower for not having its own power of locomotion. Strains of music are heard from the chapel which tell us that Whits is pushing the keys on the organ. Suddenly a window in the Main Build' ing opens, and Dick's voice floats through the air. He wants Milne, and Fred tears out of the New Building with YEAR Booic data in hand. A scuflling in the Coffee Room means that Lisso and Janes are at it again over the chess board with Bob refereeing. The past four and a half years have blended in together, and we find ourselves remember' ing and living many happy days. Cameras are seen everywhere, each one frantically trying to record our lives here at school. Our last term together has been a perfect one, and it has enriched our memories of South Kent a hundred fold. Boa page thirtyfsix

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1955 SOUTH KENT YEAR Booicgg 1935 visitorj kept in close touch with the Wilke Pipe Company. Before vacation we witnessed two plays, The Monkey's Paw and Four Of A Kind . Our form was well represented in the casts of both. Rumor has it that the cast of Four Of A Kind went through a hurried rehearsal shortly before the performf ance and were dismayed to find that they had practically forgotten their lines. In spite of all that, the show was a great success. Al Merrell's Chinese, if not authentic, was at least extremely realistic. That fall the parents of Karl Burr Cclass of '34Q presented a very beautiful pitcher to the school to be known as the Headmaster's Cup, and to be given to the boy outstanding in integrity, school spirit, and leadership in the graduf ating class. Once more the Nativity Play brought us to the end of another fall term. There was a noticeable change in the school's appearance when we got back. During vacation Martin and Victor had cut down the Pine Tree. For years it had been the highest thing around school until the chapel spire was built. Perhaps it felt that it deserved a rest, awellf earned one at that. This term was the occasion of two rather important week ends. First of all we had the alumni reunion. Over forty of them returned, and the school had its hands more than full. The Sixth Form was asked to join the gathering on Saturday night, and a good time was had by all. The other weekfend was rather unique for South Kent, too. It was when the feminine influf ence hit the school for sure. Five sixth formers invited girls up. Unfortunately the weather man let them down a bit. The slush was terrific. Nevertheless the rest of us saluted those five for the way they overcame all such obstacles. Six of our form got their letters at the annual hockey banquet, They were Merrell, McCoun, Turner, Townsend, and Managers Baker and Leonard. The last week or so of the term brought a German Measle scare. The infirmary was soon full of the i bugs. However, everyone was discharged in Jorma time to go home. CHUCK page thirtyffive

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