Bellows Free Academy - Alpha Omega Yearbook (St Albans, VT)

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6 B. F. A. Mercury YEARBOOK EDITORS, MANAGERS X Lufi to rigimtglicg Godin LCo-Busiucss NIQIIIZIQCTD. R0na1ldLvlnna1l1 Kfo-Business NIQIIAIQCTD, Ellen Story CCO-Editorb. Imam Bnkvr LCo-Eclitorj, and Loruttu Lccluc qAd Mzmzlgvrj. BOYS' AND GIRLS' STATERS U. to I'.?1BQ'YCl'1Y Clark. Pall Ladd. -Ioan Bukcr, Ilwum Moon-, Tom c:l1l1llIIillg5, lhfg Godin. Xl'Ss'nQ l':'o::1 I'c'l:x'r- U. Lf llll XYoocl.

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A. Mercury 5 BFA FACULTY Front row, left to right-Mrs, Helen Sanborn, Miss Marion Curtis, Mrs. Bertha Lumhee, J. E. Sunclcllunci CPrincipuD, Miss Cerniziine Perriuilt, Miss Dorothy Thayer. Xlrs. Ruth Mulvey. Second row, left to right--Floyd Greene, Miss Marion XVitters, Mrs. Helen Prince, Miss Hortense Be-einain, Mrs. Dorothy Urquhart. Third row, left to right-Henry Beehe, Peter Mullett, Paul Cooclrit-h, Alexander Kusziihu, Donald Pierce. Fourth row, left to right-George VVoocl jr., Robert VVhitv, Angelo Massa, F. Harris Leavitt, Dario I. Comi. GOOD CITIZENS REGINALD GODIN JOAN BUKER

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B.F.A.Meroury 7 PRGP HECY By jean Bushey, Lynn Wood and janet Garvin fLyrmJ It was the month of June in the year 1976. My fellow reporter, Jean Bushey, and I were just leaving the office of our boss, Ioan Buker, the editor and publish- er of New Yorkis largest newspaper, Buker,s Broadway Bugleu. Ioan had started as a secretary in the newspaper office when it was originally called The New York Timesv, but it didn't take Ioan long to discover that there wasn,t much enthusiasm among the members of the staff. So she set out to improve conditions, and before she got done shc owned the paper. Anyway, Jean and I were leaving on this particular day to cover the story of the disappearance of a famous space scientist, and, like the well-trained reporters we were, we headed for the nearby coffee shop. Ueanl It was crowded when we arrived, and the only empty booth was right next to the juke box. Lynn, playing the part of the gentleman, asked if I would like to hear some music. When I said yes, he borrowed a dime from me and went to play a record. His selection was Arthur Crooner,' Monaghan's famous rendition of Heartburn Hotelf, An attractive and efficient-looking waitress came over to take our order. We quickly recognized her as our old schoolmate, Faith Dukett. I also learned that Madeline Gregoire and Harriet Garceau were working at the coffee shop. Madeline was the number one cook, whose specialty was French pastries, while Harriet was the dinnertime pianist. Harriet was especially proud of her brand new Cadillac, which she had purchased with the royalties from the new hit parade song she had written called Everybody's Got A Mink But Me. And to top it all off, the owner of the restaurant was Stuart Coon. We were told that Stuart had made a lot of money in the restaurant business because he supplied the meat and fish himself as a result of his skill as a hunter and fisherman. fLynnl VVhcn we had finished our coffee, we left for Professor J. R. Hur1ey's house. It was there that we were to get the story of the mysterious disappearance. After a long ride in a taxi driven by an extremely talka- tive cabbic . . . none other than Eddie Deslauriers . . . we reached our destination. However, we couldn't get in. A big guy stood by the front door and glowered menacingly at us. I figured that this was a good place for the womanis touch, so I let Iean go ahead of me up to the front door. She was therefore the first to discover that the guard was Silent Ken Labounty, and somehow or other she persuaded Silent Ken to let us enter thc house. fjeanl Along the long hallway which separated Dr. Hurley's laboratory facilities from his living quarters we noticed several paintings hanging on the walls. VVhen I looked at them closer I found that they were the work of artists Ronald Lemnah and Roger Webster, whose signa- tures appeared on the paintings. At this point, Professor Hurley himself came out to greet us and escort us into his lab, where his assistants were hard at work. The assistants turned out to be Gael Boardman and Arlan Elwood. Gael and Arlan, we learned, had recently com- pleted the successful invention of a time machine, so that high school history students could go back into the past and actually see the great historical events. They explain- ed that this would settle all arguments without an exces- sive amount of brain fatigue on the part of the student. It would also save him from getting writeris cramp taking down history notes. But strangely enough, they related, as people were transported into the past during the early trials of the machine, some of them found that they liked the past so much, for one reason or another, that they decided to stay there and live. We were told that a few of these were members of our class at BFA. They added that there was only one drawback to their machine. It couldrft be counted on always to hit the exact date specified. fLynnl The more that jean and I thought about it, the more We becam-e intrigued with the idea of going hack into the past. Finally we made up our minds, set the dials for The Early American West, and away we went . . . VVhcn we landed, we were unsure of the exact year or location, but in the distance we could see terrain that was distinctly western. There were clouds of dust rsing all around, blotting out our view, and the sound of rifle shots. As the dust cleared, we saw dead Indians strewn all around a covered wagon barricade, and one soldier was firing six rifies simultaneously in six directions . . . What a coincidence . . . this was one of our classmates, Robert jones . . . This was Iones, Last Standu. Ueani Since General Jones had the situation well in hand, we decided to go to a more quiet place in history . . . VVe turned the dial to New England, and in a flash we found ourselves in Boston-at Boston I-Iarber, to be more exact. It was The Boston Tea Partyn, and again we saw some familiar faces. We talked to a bystandcr, who filled us in on the details. It seems that a relatively new citizen in Boston named Alan Sylvester had become president of the Boston Tea Tasters Union and had organized a revolt. Sylvester and his vice president, Armand L,Esperance, had convinced the Boston people that they should refuse to drink English tea because of the lea tax. Robert llarris and Cllillord Putnain were