Classes of the 1950s
Ben Lippen School
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Richard Hudson, Class of 1951 <firstname.lastname@example.org>
White Mountains, NH, USA
Ted R. Jefferies, Class of 1950 <email@example.com> or <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Inglis, FLorida, USA
Attended BL 1947 and 1948, but graduated from
local high school in Bluefield, West Virginia. Attended LeTourneau
Tech in Longview, Texas in 1951 & 1952, served in US Army in 7th Army
Corps of Engineers in Germany 1953-55, graduated from North Carolina
State College 1958 and Johns Hopkins University in 1961. Employed in
Systems Engineering at Johns Hopkins Applied Physics Lab, Honeywell, Inc,
and Westinghouse and retiring from Honeywell in St. Petersburg, Florida in
1986. Developed computer systems for doctors and hospitals under a
corporate name of Automated Claims Service Centers, Inc. from 1987 to
1999. Now retired "full time" but building and upgrading computer
systems for friends.
What a great surprise to find the BL web page.
I was just wondering if Ben Lippen still had a Bible Conference in the
summer or not and then when I saw Ted Eckman's signature and article, I
really got excited since Ted and I were roommates at good ole BL.
Thanks, Becky for a great job with this site.
Norman Luke, Class of 1958 <email@example.com>
Went to BL from the Christian Academy in Japan
for my senior year. From there, went to King's College, then to Toronto
and the Niagara Peninsula. Married in '64. Came to Australia in '66.
Lived in Sydney, Tamworth, Brisbane and Toowoomba. Attended Bible College
of Queensland, then came to Toowoomba. Have spent most of my working
life teaching and working as chaplain and guidance officer in private
schools. Was director of YFC here for a number of years. Have a family
of wife Ginny, son Richard (systems analyst) and daughter (married) who
teaches Japanese at a high school on the Gold Coast. Son also works on
the Gold Coast.
Armilda (Royston) Young, Class of 1959 <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Richardson, TX, USA
Would like to hear from other Alums of 1958-1960.
Ted Eckman, Class of 1950, <email@example.com>
Hartland, Michigan, USA
Great work Becky. Browsing the web, I never
expected to find anything about BL to say nothing of something as neat as
this Alumni Guest Book. Having left "The Mountain" in 1948, that's right
NINETEEN HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT, I feel like an intruder since in all
the 38 pages of entries, there isn't a single entry earlier than the
early '70s. My contemporaries must be disinterested, computer illiterate
Hi Jane, (and Becky, if you're watching.)
Hi, Becky!! Guess who, it's me Ted again.
I thought I might as well throw a little more junk on my Guest Book entry. Nobody ever reads it so machts nichts!!
I was in the 9th grade and lived in the "wing" The year was 1948. One of the residents of the wing was a boy I'll call "Penny Buddington". Well, it seems Penny sent a sweater to the laundry in Asheville. They picked up and delivered each week. Well, wouldn't you know that all of a sudden Penny was running around hollering someone stole his sweater. Now, stealing at Ben Lippen Boys School was a chargeable offense just a tad short of murder.
Accordingly, the administration was determined to find out who the thief was. They announced the theft at supper and noted that if the sweater didn't show up in a noted time a "fession session" would be imposed.
No sweater so, on Saturday all students were assembled in the study hall/chapel and instructed to sit at a desk and keep your mouth shut and sit there and sit there and sit there unit someone confessed or the cows came home. I don't remember how long it was " 'till the cows came home", but come home they did and the criminal was still at large. After sitting in a wooden desk half the day, they let us go and promised "further action would ensue"
Shortly after, during the week, Penny's roommate noticed that after opening his Asheville laundry, Penny surreptitiously and quickly shoved something under his bed. The roommate got down peered under the bed and THERE IT WAS" the purloined garment. Penny's lapse of memory would not go unnoticed.
He didn't say anything to Penny but, within the shortest time span since creation, everyone in the wing did. Did they ever.
If it hadn't been compassion on our part, and would have made such a mess, we would have done away with Penny right there on the spot. We did assemble and constituted what could only be called a kangaroo court. After considering torture, amputation of limbs, blinding and a few other appropriate measures we came up with a plan.
THE PLAN: It being the dead of the winter, we figured we could put the elements to our use. We would trick Penny to come out in front of the Lodge in the darkness of evening. We would then seize Penny, pin him to the ground, strip off has clothes, all of them, and run them up the flagpole. Everything worked as planned. To give the proceedings a semblence of legality, the charges were read before commencing justice. Penny was helpless to extricate himself from his predicament. A short but futile struggle ensued.
Now, in the matter of running the clothes up the flag pole, the scheme was to run them to the top and then secure the lanyard as high up on the pole as possible. Being the tallest boy on campus, I had little chance to escape the honor of tying that knot on the pole. As a matter of fact, we thought it better and another lad stood on my shoulder tied the knot and justice was served ted feet up. We all fled the scene. Penny, having no clothes on and nearing death by freezing, chose a route to his safety we had not anticipated. Here is where the Law of Unintended Consequences arrived. He did not run through the lobby as we expected, but ran to the headmasters home down the road and presented himself at the door late in the night as a spectacle neither the headmaster or his wife had ever seen.
Whether he was invited in or not, I do not know but his somewhat unusual lack of attire begged the question of what was going on. Buddy with no reticence explained exactly what was going on. Identifying the assailants, at least in one case, was no problem since, my height not only stood out on campus, but it also was the first name his memory coughed up at the faculty inquiry.
I was dead in the water.
I and other kangaroos got our own just punishment. Back in the study hall again, sitting on those hard wooden chairs, the administration obliged us to write 2000 times, are you ready for this?, "A MOB IS THE SCUM OF THE CROWD THAT RISES TO THE TOP"
Two thousand times and none of this writing one word repetitively down the paper vertically, and then doing the same thing going on to the next word and so forth, a scheme that could up the process substantially. Nope. it was sentence by sentence 'till the whole bloody thing was done.
Was my punishment effective? Well, it's been 57 years since I finished writing the last sentence. I haven't forgot it for one minute neither have I run anyone's pants up a flagpole.
Don Dahlquist, Class of 1956
For anyone who knew my oldest brother, Don Dahlquist (Class of 1956), he passed away in March of 1979, of diabetes melitis, at the age of 38. He went to Wheaton College after BL, then to Baylor Medical School. He was working in heart surgery, until the diabetes impaired his eyesight. He then set up a company called Houston Emergency Physicians Associates, which contracted emergency services for hospitals that found this too big an effort to handle themselves.
Signed by his brother (Class of 1965) on Sunday, January 04, 1998 at 22:17:55 (EST)