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Alumni of Connecticut's Kent School remember a famous function-the night the headmaster sat in for a sick violinist at the prep school's dance. The Rev. Frederick Herbert Sill, priest of the Protestant Episcopal Order of the Holy Cross, fiddled till midnight so that his boys and their girls could dance to proper music. From the raised band platform he could also keep an eye on student manners. Any Kent boy who departed from propriety got a smart rap with the master's fiddle bow as he danced...
...boys were surprised at Father Sill's versatility. At Kent they were ready to believe that the restless little cleric could do anything. He was the school's founder, first headmaster; he presided over the discipline of the school, taught religion and English, supervised admissions; he coached football, hockey and crew;* he acted as chaplain, purchasing agent, business manager and dietician. For his boys, Father Sill prescribed his precepts of hard work and simple faith. Under the "Kent system," they made their own beds, waited on table, did most of the chores of the school. And under Headmaster...
...Kent School began its first term in a run-down farmhouse on the banks of the Housatonic. On the first night, the cook fell ill and the houseboy sprained his ankle. The 18 students and three-man faculty had to pitch in to clean away what was left of the debris of generations of indifferent housekeeping. Pater managed the kitchen. Thus began the self-help system that continued even as the school prospered...
...after a paralytic stroke, Headmaster Sill was forced to retire as active head of the school. But he stayed on at Kent, living in his modest house, watching over the school he loved. He still attended regular meetings of the school trustees, and every Sunday afternoon some of the senior boys gathered to hear one of their number read a paper Pater had prepared. The weekly column "Pater Recalls" still ran in the Kent News, and letters went out steadily to Kent alumni all over the world. Not until last week did the youthful energy run down. At 78, after...
...unnerved opponent fluffed a service return into the net and the match was over, 7-5, 6-3. Crying "Whoopee!", Britain's new champion, its second youngest American titlist,* shook hands with Loser Brough and raced happily to take the trophy plate from the Duchess of Kent...