CARDIGAN CHRONICLE CARDIGAN MOUNTAIN SCHOOL, CANAAN, N. H.
VOL. 11 NO. 15
Throughout the year, the Chronicle staff has been toying with the idea of putting out a literary issue of the Chronicle , composed mostly of creative writing. · In this four page edition, we are ding just that. With the cooperation of the English Department, the staff has selected ,wihat it consic/Jers the best creative writings ·on campus. The Editors
Academic Committe The Academic Committee is a group of boys, on the Privilege List, who on unscheduled afternoons, generously give their time to supervise and set an example of good study habits for the boys on Academic Campus to follow. "I want you!"
'Invitation' All of the friends of Cardigan Mountain School are cordially invited to attend Commencement Exercises on June 8, 11:00 a. m. ,at the Old North Church and to the buffet luncheon which immediately follows at the school. We have especially enjoyed in the past having this opportunity to greet the readers of the Chronicle.
The group consists of eight representatives from the seventh, eighth and ninth grades. They are Walton Harman, Sheldon Lathrop, Edward Rossmoore, David Gallagher, Terry Baker, Robert Effinger and Richard Bell, who is the Committee Chairman. The committee feels that it has made, in some cases, remarkable progress with the boys on Academic Campus. Ed Rossmoore '64
Light and Dark The sun, like a giant thunderball, blazed in the sky and the palm trees swayed gently in the Doctor's wind and an exotic bird chirped in the woods . The dark green moss, in front of the stone porch, looked inviting and cool. A large parrot fluttered down onto the trees from some unknown height. The beach looked like white salt running into an aquablue sea. Off to the right, a . beautiful waterfall spilled cool water into a clear pool, which sparkled in the sun. A large flamin go sat on his stilt-like leg ducking his head every now and then, into the cool clear water. A fish jumped and then disappeared.
Later, a bat winged · his way through the Undertaker's Wind, sending his shrill cry and chirping out in the atmosphere. Night had fallen, like a curtain on a final act. The night was full of chirping of small creatures going about their nocturnal habits. A turtle, weighing about 150 pounds, crawled across the beach , causing a dark trail to be left, as he turned up the wet sand. The moon cast its shadow and cold light down upon the scene, like a heavenly spotlight. As if the volume had been turned off instantly, all night sounds ceased. A black cloud began to surround (Continued on page 3.)
MAY, 1963
Duke It was about eight o'clock on a Tuesday night. The usual hangers on at the pool room were around. Business wasn't too rushing, but the pool game was going strong. It was then that I looked up from behind the counter and saw this big negro walk in. Now don't get the idea that I am a segregationist or something but it was a little out of the ordinary to see a lone negro come in. Usually they came in groups and just showed their contempt for the whites. But he came in alone and ambled over to the pool tables, as if he had come in every night for the last ten years! Just then little Joe Collins put up his stick and announced that he was quitting. I heard the negro speak then, for the first time . He spoke very softly and asked if he might play. The boys didn't have any objections, and I even saw a couple of them exchange sly winks . They thought that he was going to be "cleaned." The men dropped the little balls into the tumbler. One of them shook them up and passed a ball to each of the boys. (Continued on page 3)
Peace of Death I had my own love until I was stricken by that horrible arm, that finger of Death. That terrible• arm, that within me doth dwell, Urging toward the end of my days, onward toward Hell. That day of reckoning shall come soon. I will not be afraid, I shall face my Creator. Unafraid shall I be, ready to join the moon In its heavenly journey about the earth. There shall I find peace, the peace of Death, The peace but God can bring, that heavenly peace ,that peace so desired and wanted - the peace of Death. Dick Bell '63
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Floria It had been several weeks since I had heard of my goc d friend, Mr. Beekman. Having lost his wife in a violent thunderstorm at sea, he had sold all his property and left E ngland for some mysterious reason, eight months ago. I was overjoyed when I received a letter from him, several days ago, asking me to meet him in Paris, as he had a story to relate to me. With the joyous news of my friend's safety in my heart, I boarded a steamer and crossed the channel to Le Havre, where I took a train coach to Paris. Mr. Beekman was waiting on the platfor m. I hardly recognized him at first, his hair was chalk white and his face wrinkled and rough. After the initial formalties, we proceeded to Harry's Hotel on Rue de Seine, and after a hearty meal, we went to his room ar..d then Mr. Beekman began to tell his fantastic tale. "For sometime I have been interested in the Spirit World and finally decided to do something about it, to discover if spirits actually do exist. As you know, the gypsies have, for some ages, claimed to have contact with the "Spirit World." Be-
ing relatively young and fool hardy, I set out to investigate this p ossibility, in the hope of contacting my dead wife. "In order to perpetrate a thorough investigation, I · sold all my properties in England and trr. veled to Bulgaria, a well known gypsy homeland. There I inquired among the farmers of the countryside and at last, received · news of a gypsy encampment some miles outside of Sofia. "I proceeded with utmost speed and finally locat ed an old woman, named Floria, who claimed to have per manent contact with the world of spirits. She told me that if I wished to see my dead wife again and hear her voice, she would make it possible. I was to meet her that evening, at a specified spot deep in the forest. "When I arrived at the designated, area not a soul could I see. Expecting the arrival of Floria any moment, I leaned against a large oak tree, about twelve feet in girth and waited. As it was nearly dark, I lit a pocket candle and began to read a book of poetry by Dante. (Continued on page 3)
Five Door Panic What's happening? Why am I running down this road? What road is it? ·rrhere am I running to? The sewer! I must go down the sewer But why? I don't want to. Oh, I'm safe, they're running overhead. God what a smell! Think I'll go up now. They're gone. Duck into that alley, you fool, or you're a goner! It's pitch black in here. Good! I'll hop over to next street. The whistle! They've spotted me Got to keep running! I'll duck into that shop, "EYAAAHHH! AIEEE-HOOO!" "What was that?? " "Don't worry, that was only my door bell." "You the proprietor? " "Yes." "No monkey business! I -" "Need a place to hide?" "How did you know?" "Their whistles are loud enough." "V?here can I hide? " "In this back room."
It's pitch black, but it's better than nothing. (Five minutes pass) Not a sound out there, think I'll take a look. "I'm Sergeant McGruded -of the West London Police force. Have you got a man about 5' 8" in height and The cops! What will I do if any come in here? Got to get out! Feel around the wall. Another door Nothing but darkness in here. Close the door quietly . Search for a light switch. Another door! More blackness. Got to find another door . Is there a door? Yes, Got to keep going. Another door! The cops. I can hear them a couple of rooms away. They're leaving. Got to get out. Wait! There are three doors in this room and they all look alike! Well I'll try this one here. Two doors! Well, I'll try that one over there. More darkness as usual. ( Continued on page 3)
A gentle but firm hand.
Mr. Wood In the five years that Mr. Wood has been at Cardigan, he h,s built a semi-legend around himself. In the fall, at all football games Mr. Wood may be seen in a baseball cap and warm-up jacket, with ski gloves, running up and down the sidelines , with the down markers and chain under his supervision. In the winter, he alternately teaches skiing and skis off campus with his wife. In the spring Mr. Wood excels as head baseball coach. He has whipped a bunch of lunkheads into shape. As baseball is his fir st love, he naturally becomes violent if anything goes wrong. One must always be careful of his sky scraping flies , especially if one has a hard head and is playing right field. All through the year, he teaches Algebra, stopping at recess to sell food with a smiling face. As the store line is always quiet, he never has trouble, and as one may n·ot spend over twenty five cents for food, he has no change problems Home movies are a fond mem or y, these shots of ski slopes and wild terrain, with innocently hidden shots o1 Tom Jr. and Jake amidst foQtage of ski areas. William Hess '63 SPECIAL EDITORS
Thomas Gignoux 63' Peter Atwood 64' Edward Rossmore 64' Advisors-Mr. Wilder & Mrs. Bigelow
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Alone?
The Sun
Light and Dark
To me, the city with the people rushing and the cars speeding, is blis,,. I love the Italians in their bakery and pizza houses, the Spaniards and Puerto Ricans in their leathei· shops. I love the girls, pretty and ugly, blonde rnd bru_nette, happy and sad, because they are all part of the picture . I love the cops who chase me and hit me and yell, the smell of exhaust factory smoke, bakeries, tar and rubber, the problems, the rush, the confusion, the parties, gaiety and love. Then some fool wants me to write about being alone. I curse it! To me it is boredom, quietness, with everything still. No! My heart is in the city with all kinds of people -The Italians, Puerto Ricans, the Jews, the Moslems, the Christians, the Whites, the Blacks, the noise and the happiness! Rick Hosley '63
The sun with its waves of life giving heat, Shining like fresh-cut summer wheat. The sun with its rays of life-giving light , Strong as a giant with all his might. Kind, yet powerful, like the one up above, Peaceful and patient like a dove. Some take it for granted like the human race, But when it is gone, what will take its place?
(Continued from page 1) the moon, drawing its fingers tighter and tighter, to cut off the light and strangle it to death. The drums began to beat, slowly and softly, and then louder and louder. The world was dead, except for the drums .
Duke (Continued from page 1) "We'll just play Kelly," he said. I got my first good look at the negro when he walked over to the rack and chose a stick, he was tall and broad shouldered and handsome by negro standards. He was smartly dressed in Ivy League style. He wore a derby hat that he never took off, probably some sort of a good luck charm. His skin was so clean that it shined like polished mahogany. I don't think I've ever seen a cleaner looking person. He looked at the little ball that he had in his pocket, that designated his ball in the game, and he began to play. I've seen a lot of good pool shots in my time, but I've never seen anything like the way he could shoot. It was uncanny!! The boys playing were fairly good shots, too. Take Ike Danvers, fo r example. If he got a break, you sometimes didn't get a shot, but this negro could shoot rings around Ike. I heard one of them call him Duke and it fit perfectly. His race might be a persecuted one, but over that pool table, he was King It became pretty clear that he had just about cleaned the others, and finally he hung up his stick, thanked them politely, walked over to the counter and paid me. Then, he walked ou t, without once looking back, with his head held high, like the King he was . Terry Baker '63
Terry Baker '63
Floria (Continued from page 2) "About ten o'clock, the sky became ominously dark, clouds blotting out the moon and stars. The forest about me quivered in the mounting breeze, my candle fickered, then died. The wind made a slight screeching noise through the branches of the tree against which I sat. The breeze mounted into a terrific crescendo and all the trees about me were waving to and fro. Their boughs were moving in a manner which I had never before seen. It seemed to be coming from all directions at once. The tree above me now emitted a high pitched, inhuman, ear splitting scream, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed across the Heavens. All the wrath of Thor had been turned loose; yet not a twig or leaf became free or blew about in the air. My heart was pounding like a hundred horses and a dread sent icy fin gers up my spine. The atmosphere had a peculiar heaviness. "Then before me I spied a shadow. At first I thought it to be an animal of some sort, but no, it possessed a distinctly human form. Then a terrifying scream pierced the air, and it was not that of the tree above! Suddenly, all about me white figures, with configurations of a human, sprang, seemingly from the ground. "All the while, I was staring in petrified horror, from my position beneath the tree, that gigantic oak. The figures kept on dancing round in no particular form or order. They did not appear to see or even be aware of me, and made no attempt to approach me at any time. "Suddenly, I heard a tremendous crash of thunder and the earth opened and swallowed me."
Baron Samei came upon the scene, casting a spell of evil wherever he went. The large hill protruding like a sore from the earth, erupted in a blaze of light, as torches flowed up the side of it. A sort of rhythmic chanting arose from the hill; the mere sound of it was enough to chill a God fearing mortal to the bone. The ceremony of the living dead began and the chanting and drum beats ceased as suddenly as they had begun . The Doctor's Wind prevailed again and the beautiful golden sun cast its rays through the palm trees. Wick Moses '63
Five Door Panic (Continued from page 2) I'll try that one there. The next room I come to should be the one I started in; and if it isn't?? It isn't! Well I'll try this one here. More darkness - which one is it? There are four of them - it's this one - that one? Maybe! I'll take this one - no - that one - eenie, meenie, minie moe - this one, that one, the next and the next. Stuart Sanger '64
"Of what happened next, I have no memory; when I awakened, it was as if from a deep sleep. I remember nothing of the underground; I was back in my hotel room in Sofia. "How I got there, I know not. I questioned the desk clerk and he clearly remembered seeing me check out, but had absolutely none of me checking in. "As I am not an idiot, I hired a lorry and two horses and drove out into the countryside to attempt to locate Floria. After intensive inquiries extending over a period of two months, I located her grave, two miles from the campsite. Only one thing was very odd - the date on the grave was 1736!" - Dick Bell '63
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Annual Fund
Life
The Committee -on the Seventh Annual F'u nd is pleased to report that to date a total ,of $7,935.09 has been received from 129 donors . The individual committee reports are as follows: Gifts from 35 Alumni, $277.; l8 Friends and Neighbors, $277.00; 48 Parents of Students, $4,388.64; 24 P ar ents of Alumni, $1,352.45 ; and 4 8 p ecial Gifts, $1,640.00. We here at Cardigan wish to express appreciation to the following people whose gifts have been received since our last Chronicle was published in March.
Not knowing about your life, I began to start a quarrelsome fight . Not knowing about my life, She began to start a quarrelsome fight. Continuing on with the fi ght, I knew that it was the end of our life. Knowing that I was completely right, We now live a separate life. Bob Rosselli '63
Mr. and Mrs. Sherman Adams Mr. and Mrs. Edwin H . Atwood, Jr. Mr . and Mrs. Glenwood Baker Mr. and Mrs. Harrison Ball Mr. William Barker '59 Mr. and Mrs. Charles L . Barndt Ivir . and Mrs. Edward R. Brewer Mr. Charles Carpenter SS '62 Mr. William A. Cash, Jr. '48 Mr. and Mrs. Prescott Coan Mr. Emmons W. Cobb '60 Mr. and Mrs. Alexander M . Clark Mr. and Mrs . Ernest B. Dade Mr. and Mrs. T. Evans Dunn, Jr. Mr. David W. Edsall SS '62 Mr. David Elliot '61 Mr. and Mrs. G. Mauritz Elliot Mr. Stephen Fairbanks '58 Mr. and Mrs . Paul E . Gardent,. Jr. Mr. and Mrs. Rupert Gerard Dr. and Mrs. Donald W. Hack Mr. and Mrs. Richard W. Hale, Jr. Mr. and Mrs. John C. Hart Mr. and Mrs. Alan Herzig '48 Mr. and Mrs. Thomas B. Hess Mr. and Mrs. Howard L. Hoots Mr. and Mrs. H . Everton Hosley, Jr. Mr. and Mrs. Ralph W. Hulbert Dr . .and Mrs. Albert C. Johnson Mr. and Mrs. Douglas S. Johnson Mr. and Mrs. Frederick P. Jones Mr. and Mrs. Newton J. Kellam Mr. Warren A. Kendall '51 Mr. Toby M. Kravet '56 Mr. and Mrs. Edward L . Lawson Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Lincoln, Jr. Mr. Craig Lighty '52 Mr. Roger Lighty '48 Mrs. Doris Hudson May Mr. and Mrs. Sheldon McEwan Mr. and Mrs. Alfred J. Moran Mr. and Mrs . Robert K. Mosher Mr. and Mrs . Louis W. Munro Dr. and Mrs . John B. Nelson, III Mr. and Mrs. Adrian J . Nitschelm Mr. and Mrs. Denis T. Noonan, Jr. Mr. and Mrs . John H . Pearson Mr. James Stafford '62
Alumni News 1950 A visitor on campus in April was Walter Alexander, who is a Captain in the Army Air Corps, stationed at Fort Devens (Mass.) 1951 Congratulations to Warren Kendall who was married to Rebecca Seelbock in June 1962. Warren is employed by Aetna Casualty & Surety Company in Atlanta, Virginia as a claim adjuster. IS53
A recent graduate from Flight School at Fort Rucker, Alabama, 1st Lt. John McEwan will be leaving soon for Vietnam. A junior at West Virginia Wesleyan College, George Harris is majoring in religion and hopes to receive a church circuit in June. 1954 Plans .and suggestions for Alumni Weekend were the reason for President Bruce Murray's visit to campus early in April. While here he enjoyed a tour of the Chapel now under construction and was much impressed at the progress to date. 1958 This fall at Southern Connecticut College, Steve Fairbanks received his numeral for playing freshman football. Harry Whittelsey is attending Jacksonville University (Fla.) Mr. David Sanford '62 Mr. David H . Savitt SS '62 Mr. Charles P. Schutt, Jr. '58 Mr. Albert Williard Smith Jr. '61 Mrs. Martha C. Stevens, Mrs. Anne D. Stuart Mr. William Talbert '59 Mr. and Mrs . Frederic W. Uihlein Mr. and Mrs. Ernest M. Weber Mr. and Mrs. William G. Whyte Mr. and Mrs. James B. Winebrenner
1959 Mr. Burbank also received a letter from Dean Hart telling of the many profitable and happy days he spent at Cardigan. He reports that things are going well at the ranch, with much growth and expansion in the past two years. Dean was in New York at Christmas time to attend the National Stock Growers Di rect ors Convention held at the Hotel Astor. 1960 In February, Mike Davenport and Tom Hamilton, both juniors at Gould Academy this year, visited Cardigan. They were on their way to Kimball Union where they planned to sp end the day, training fo r the No :dic Eastern Championships to be held in March. Mike is Capt ain 'of the G ould Academy Ski Team, and Tom is .a member of the team. A member of the Ski patrol at Goffstown High School (N.H.) Roger Rice was seen skiing .at Kings Ridge in Sutton, N. H . by the Burbanks. He took first place in Slalom, Downhill and Cross-country at a recent race there. 1961 Robert Drake is attending Kents Hill School (Maine). Walter Fifield is .attending Dartmouth High School (Mass .) Congratulations to Bob Lincoln who has been · elected co-captain of the Ski Team at Vermont Academy for 1963-64. Bob ranked fourth for skimeister at the 14th Annual Eastern Prep School Skiing ChamJ?ionships held at Dartmouth College in March. He played tennis last year and expects to be on the tennis team again this year. 1962 On the varsity hockey team at Forman School (Conn.) Fritz Gohl played goalie position. Jon Joy represented the Northwood School (N. Y.) at the National Junior Nordic Championships at Jackson Hole, Jackson, Wyoming in March. In the qualifying races held at Jay Peak, Troy, Vermont in .February Jon took a 2nd in downhill, and 5th in slalom. Jon played varsity soccer in the fall and is now a member of the varsity track team. Mr. Burbank has received encouraging academic reports on Chris Venn from Northwood School (N.Y.), Andres Pastoriz.a, the Taft School (Conn.) and Bill Major, Governor Dummer (Mass.)