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SUMMER IS A POEM Cul by fame! lVat.ro1z '48
PHYLLIS ELDR-IDGE '48
THE snow may be majestic in its silence and its calm,
It may lend all its loveliness to hillside and to farmg
But can it be compared to the warm and balmy days
That are greeted in the morning by the thrushls trilling lays?
The summertime is lovely with her green and azure hues
And "Fairy Fables" sparkling in early morning dews.
It's then birds blend their music with the singing trees,
It's then the air is perfumed by a spicy little breeze.
The snow falls in white blankets merely hiding open scars,
And at night the moon is pale and wang cold and bleak the stars.
The summer heals and soothes the heart and makes each life more dear,
And evenings then are golden, with each twinkling star so near.
If you have breathed a lilac or the fragrance of a rose,
You know why Summer is a poem, and winterfonly prose.
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CLASS HISTORY ,
N one sunny September afternoon in 1945, we, the
0 class of '49, jubilantly rushed into this ivy-covered
building, which we affectionately called "The Shoebox."
As we stepped into the fog and mist of the first floor, we
sent DAVID GENERO and BOB HAUS ahead to
make sure that the place was safe. Later we heard
screams of agony coming from the far end of the cor-
ridor. Some of us had run afoul of one of the patrol
boys. Then we mad, mighty, and mischievous freshmen
danced merrily into Rooms 15, 17, 18, and 35, where
Miss Lord, Mr. and Mrs. Chaffey, and Mrs. Baldwin
held sawed-off shotguns in our faces just to keep us
With the help of tear gas and the State Guard, Mr.
Wiggin crammed us all into Room 20, where he patiently
and lovingly told us the rules and regulations of "Good
Old B. H. Sf' Next, Wilt0n's fMaineJ favorite son,
Uncle Carl Miller, announced that we were each to
hand him 352.50 so that he could keep the faculty sup-
plied with funny books. We didn't want to give in at
first, but it was surprising how the use of the old Water
Torture changed our minds! Mr. Millerfs Secret Service,
who were armed with bullwhips, were JEAN URKO,
NANCY FITZGERALD, JOHN MCKEE, and AN-
After encouraging words from our teachers, and nu-
merous pats on the back, we went home to await the
next day, when we were to meet the rest of the students
and the traffic officers, who would definitely show us to
the wrong rooms.
Soon we recovered from our initiations by the upper-
classmen, so we returned to face the next four years in
our new home. We faithfully attended the Freshman
Blowout. Here the seniors had more fun than we did, and
some of us stayed out till 11:30 that night. Gwacious!
HE students who wandered into the dark nooks and
-I-crannies of the Annex to beat, blat, and, in general,
blow their brains out in the band were RIP BROWN,
POLLY IRISH, HERMON JOHNSON, STACIA JUS-
CEN, DEMETRIUS LATCHIS, TOMMY NASH,
HERBERT SANDERSON, DONNY TYLER, RICH-
ARD NORTHRUP, and MARION WHITAKER. No-
body cared how anyone played, for, with MARLENE
SEMERARO as majorette, who noticed the band?
KEITH ABBOTT, JEANNETTE BROWN, STACIA
JUSCEN, CHARLOTTE NEAL, RICHARD NORTH-
RUP, MARION WHITAKER, DON TYLER, and
HERBERT SANDERSON made music and other strange
noises in the orchestra.
Bouncing into that Bevy of Beautiful Babes who are
known as cheerleaders were JEAN URKO and BAR-
BARA LUNDEN. They thought they were helping the
boys along by shouting things nobody could understand.
The call went up for football players, so KEN
HOWE, RIP BROWN, BOB WILSON, ART YEAVU,
and BRYAN GRAVES took the Charles Atlas Course
and joined "Boobie,s Big Boysf'
ARDITH MORRISSEAU and ANTON CAMPA-
NELLA were the Spotlight snoopers that year. If they
couldnft find any dirt or scandal in our personal lives,
they weren't happy. In that case, they just made some-
thing up and Miss Lord promptly cut it out.
IINCE there were no midyears, and Coach wanted to
win a few basketball games, he recruited KEN
HOWE, WILBUR GAUTHIER, STAN ANDERSON,
BOB GIBSON, NORMAN HARRIS, BRYAN
GRAVES, and HERMON JOHNSON-whenever
"Herm', could get away from the pool hall! A freshman
team played and beat the Red Raiders. You remember
the Red Raiders, of course. They were the only team
wearing football equipment and carrying black-jacks.
At last it was spring and time when a young man's
heart turns to thought of-er-well-ah-baseball. So
STAN ANDERSON, BOB GIBSON, BRYAN
GRAVES, KEN HOWE, and CLARENCE LEONARD
went up to Stolte Field to sleep in the sun.
In April we elected our class officers. By passing out
four-cent cigars to the boys and by promising all the
girls dates, BOB GIBSON maneuvered himself into the
presidentis seat. Just in case he was assassinated or im-
peached, FRANNY LA ROSA was ready to take over.
JEAN STOCKWELL took notes, BRYAN GRAVES
claimed he was treasurer and tried to get all our hard-
earned pennies for candy.
Finally, after nine long months, June rolled around
and so did we, Mr. Wiggin and Mr. Eames unlocked
our cell doors and put us on parole for the summer. As
we tumbled out into the sunshine and romped on the
lawn, we knew that the tender memories of our first
year in high school would linger long in our hearts-
well, for a couple of days, anyhow.
-Paul Raymond Robimon
N a bright fall morning in September, we returned
Ute that antiquated museum on Linden Street. Every-
one looked splendid in his new clothes, for this year we
had no worries of being stepped on by those "beasts"-
otherwise known as upperclassmen.
As we cut our way through the jungle of ivy we
peered through those big holes on the side of the build-
ing in search of-aha-the smiling, tender face of
"Uncle,' Carl Miller requesting our annual class dues.
But we were smart! Mr. Miller wouldn't catch us! We
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had a whole year of experience behind us now! POLLY
IRISH, JEAN URKO, ELEANOR BROWN, and YON-
NIE BALLAS, our home room treasurers, were swamped
with money during those first few weeks! I told you we
Wait! Where were those blinding lights coming from?
Not from B. H. S.! We used only candles here! Slowly.
we made our way up the sturdy UQ-beg pardon, Mr.
Wiggin-sturdy CJ stairs to the second floor in order
to satisfy our curiosity. There we beheld new flourescent
lights in "Uncle" Carl's sanctuary. It was rumored that
these fixtures were installed in order to make the tro-
phies shine without polishing. Time is so valuable in
B. H. S.!
Days began whizzing by, and soon the Freshman
Blowout was held at the Community Building in honor
of the freshmen. There we swung and swayed with the
perfume of "An Evening in Brattleboro!" It was great
to be a sophomore, but the freshmen were admitted into
the dance free!
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-taaaaaaaa and there they go!
Coach Andy's boys leading in the str-e--tch! Football
season was here! Our fellows showed the upperclassmen
that we weren't such "softies" after all. STAN ANDER-
SON, HERM JOHNSON, DUD BAKER, BRYAN
GRAVES, BOB GIBSON, NORMAN HARRIS, RIP
BROWN, KENNY HOWE, and DON TYLER made
us very proud!
PERSIS LUKE, STACIA JUSCEN, and GEE-GEE
URKO found football season an excellent time for ex-
ercising. Thus, they lead our team on with energetic
cheers at the games! CP. S. The stretchers were always
at hand-just in case!j
THE Student Council was revived after a few years of
inexistence. There was no hesitation in selecting our
representatives. We knew we wanted FRANNY LA-
ROSA, BOB GIBSON, and BRYAN GRAVES.
Adding to the hurly-burly of the band in the Annex
were JEAN STOCKWELL, POLLY IRISH, MARILYN
COOKE, BARBARA BURRINGTON, MARION
WHITAKER, ALICE THAYER, RICHARD NORTH-
RUP, HERBERT SANDERSON, JR., PAUL ROBIN-
SON, BRYAN GRAVES, DONNY TYLER, and DE-
METRIUS LATCHIS. I shall kindly refrain from com-
menting on the results of this combination!
Of course, the orchestra couldn't be complete without
the horrible-sorry, misprint-"honorable" squeaks of
the sophomores. The only people who ever did enjoy
that noise were the parents of those geniuses! Represented
by the '49ers were STACIA JUSCEN, MARILYN
COOKE, CHARLOTTE NEAL, PAUL ROBINSON,
HERBERT SANDERSON, MARION WHITAKER,
DONALD TYLER, and RICHARD NORTHRUP.
Sh! Be quiet! Tiptoeing around the library fourth
period was PHYLLIS AUSTIN, the Library Monitor.
If you had peeked into Room 17 before school and at
recess, you would have found four sophomores busy at
work cataloguing books. It was pathetic to see those
girls slaving away, when the others could enjoy the
spacious green lawns of Brattleboro Highg but when you
had to get 100 hours in order to earn one little Silver
B credit, every second counted! Those poor librarians
were FRANCES LAROSA, POLLY IRISH, MARILYN
COOKE, and YONNIE BALLAS.
Soon cold weather came to us, and limping closely
behind was basketball season! Our gr-r-r-eat hunks of
men ran out onto the court to show their music-well,
anyway, HERM JOHNSON, BRYAN GRAVES,
STANLEY ANDERSON, NORMY 'HARRIS, DON
TYLER, BOB GIBSON, and KENNY HOWE-ahem-
did a magnificent job!
What a talented class we had! When Solo Contest
time came around ELLIE BROWN, YONNIE BAL-
LAS, BOB BURNS, and ANTON CAMPANELLA
were chosen to lend their beautiful voices to make it a
AT last we were to be allowed to breathe again-for
a while. It was Christmas, consequently, the
faculty had to bid us goodbye, even if it did hurt them
to see us leave! Before we were given our freedom, we
were crammed into the Community Building to sing
carols and to see a play in which YONNIE BALLAS
and STAN ANDERSON participated. So, we parted-
not to return until the following year of our Lord, nine-
All was going well until one bleak and dreary day
when Principal Joseph A. Wiggin's voice came sadly
over the public address system. Silence prevailed! With
bowed heads we heard Mr. Wiggin inform us that mid-
years would be resumed after a long absence! Couldn't
the faculty have waited until 1950? Therefore, many of
us were forced to hard labor by carrying home every
night the minimum of one book!
We began to wonder whether class elections would
be held this year. Finally, STAN ANDERSON was
given the honor of being the "big boss." This did not
mean that he could continue to carve hearts and initials
in the desks! JEAN STOCKWELL was chosen vice-
president, just in case STAN disappeared in the dark
house, alias for the high school. FRANCES LAROSA
became our secretary. "Girls, this is usually the most
coveted position, because .... !" How a Detroit Tiger
fan could be trusted with our funds, no one knew, but
BOB GIBSON was our treasurer. Yes, BOB would give
anything to those Tigers!
IPRING, spring was in the air at last! From Room 11
happy voices issued forth in gay music. It was festi-
val time, and our group was well-represented in the
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