Bellows Falls High School - Sampler Yearbook (Bellows Falls, VT)

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T II E S A M V L E R n FRANCIS EDWARD WILLIAMS General Frannies “Little strokes fall great oaks.” Basketball 1; Baseball 1; Glee Club 4; Spotlight Club 2. 3, 4; Hi!Schooler 2, 3; A Message from Kufu 3. Here’s a guy that swept right through High School. Yes, Franny is one of Dan’s Diligent Dust Chasers. Fran has put in a long time on the janitor squad. His only regret is that chemistry class was all in vain. Despite the fact that he and Stick spent all their time trying to develop a formula, they have yet to find anything that will keep Mr. Davis’ windows clean. Franny is also one of our boys in khaki. We hear his toughest assignment to date has been guarding the monkey cage at the Sportsman s Show. LAWRENCE KENNETH WILLIAMS College Lolly A nickname is the hardest stone that the devil can throw at a man” Junior Varsity Football 2, 3; Band 1, 2, 3, 4; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4; All-State Orchestra 2,3, 4; All-New England Orchestra 4; Latin Club 2, 3;Spotlight Club 1,2, 3, 4; Home Room President 1; Class President2; Class Treasurer 4; Junior Prom 3; Senior Hop 3; Sophomore Hobo Dance 2; Hi! Schooler Editor 2, 3; Elmer and the Love Bug 1; Antic Spring 3; Senior Play 4; Monitor 3, 4; Editor of the Senior Sampler 4; Oratorical Contest 3, 4; Journalism Medal 3; Junior Rotarian 4; Keene and Boston Panel Discussions 4. We doubt if Lolly has ever had a decent night’s sleep since he started his freshman year. No need of explanation; just look at the above list of activi- ties. If you ever want to own the autograph of a punster who has still man- aged to stay alive, go up to Lolly and ask him for his. Not only will he give it to you (here’s hoping you can read it!) but also he’ll probably draw you into a three-hour conversation. Don’t get us wrong. He s great fun when it comes to keeping anything going—and we don’t mean maybe!! THE MONITORS All alone at their posts, the monitors stand. They’re really dressed up to “beat the band.' Their hair is combed, their clothes arc pressed They have all had a good night’s rest. There’s the sound of the bell Crowds approach as if headed for battle The kids walk, run, and yell They sound more like a stampede of cattle. Someone screams, Hurry ; Another yells, “Wait.” They continue to laugh, they fight, they scurry. But they get to class without being late. The crowds have passed by; The monitors recover as well as they can. They shout to the sky, “Our jobs ought to be performed by Superman.” JOAN HENNESSEY IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MATTER It’s the little things that matter. And put us in a gale; You will sit on top the mountain. But you will not on the nail. Mary sat in the moonlight Left alone by women and men; And murmured, over and over, “I’ll never eat onions again.” She doesn’t drink, and will not smoke She doesn’t spend her dimes for coke; She doesn’t dance, and doesn’t pet. To tell the truth, she can’t walk yet. Roses are red, Violets are blue. An orchid is ten bucks. Will daisies do? Tell me not in mournful numbers Pretty girls are what they seem; Glimpse a co-ed while she slumbers. That’s a nightmure, not a dream. Your complexion is of such a delicate vein. Chances are, it conies off in the rain. Some people say that virtue is its own reward; Those people usually are virtued, and bored.