Groveton High School - Seniorian Yearbook (Groveton, NH)

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THE SENIORIAN 19 A planeis coming into the picture. Itls landing in a field. The aviator is getting out-pardon me, I mean aviatrix. Itis our old classmate janet Roberge. My, she has some classy medals there. Why! They were given to her for bravery. She rnust have done her part in helping Uncle Sam win that war we had. Quite a gathering! Look at all the newspaper men with their cameras. And those cameras are aimed at none other than jack jordan. He's posed shaking hands with Willie Hoppe and holding a trophy in his other hand. He must have taken Willie Hoppe's billiard championship away from him. Well, look at that group of little tots-quite a group for such little ones. Oh there's a woman. If it isn't Betty Rowland. She has at last achieved her great longing to be a kindergarten teacher. There's another woman. She must be after one of the little tots. Yes, she is. She looks familiar. It's the former Elizabeth Curtis. Oh, the picture!s fading. Let's see, did she marry one of our classmates or her school day sweetheart? Anyway here comes another picture. Well, the crysal ball is bringing us to a city of bright lights, it seems. Reno! I wonder why? One neon sign seems to stand out among the rest. Maybe it bears a clue. It's legible now. Letls read it. f!Does Your Husband Bore You? Visit Richard J. Graham, Attorney at Law. So Dick finally deserted Percy! Too bad, Dick, that's quite a town. Hmm, that looks like the old school house in Granby, Vt. What has that to do with the class of 42. Oh, Winnifred Rowell, my old friend and classmate, seems to be holding a meeting. She's in a nurse!s uniform. It must be a health class. There's a sign on the window of her car: HDistrict Nurse of the Guildhall Territory. Good for you, Winnie. Guildhall is a nice place. The scene changes to the interior of a littered office. A big man is bending in- dustriously over a desk. As the picture becomes clearer we are able to read the words Guildhall to Groveton!' on the blueprints before him. As the civil engineer raises his head, we recognize Millard Nute. He must be planning a new improved highway from Guildhall to Groveton. I always felt that Millard would achieve success. Boston! Hmm, what!s this?-Mademoiselle Muriells-Beauty Shop-Assisted by Mademoiselle Marguerita. My, itls a swanky p-lace. Well, my land, if Holly Em- ery hasn't been in having his hair setg and thatls Marguerite Hodge bowing him out of the shop. That shop must belong to our old classmates, Marguerite Hodge and Muriel Swift. Nice going, girls. What do we see now? Hm! The Mary Fletcher hospital in Burlington, Vt. Oh! a new doctor on the scene. If it isn't Billie Schillhammer. As he walks down the hospital steps he is met by two pretty student nurses in uniform. Billie flashes them one of his dashing smiles and proceeds to shake hands with his old classmate, Florence Doherty. Small world isnlt it, Billie? Ah, whois that pretty girl? She!s singing in front of a microphone. It's the girl who entered our class our last year of high school. Rita Goulet, her name was. She always had a nice voice. I'm glad she has a chance to let other people enjoy it, too. Now the crystal ball seems to think we should visit the Portland Welding school. Here's a sunny classroom and there's the welding instructor, deep in a technical dis- cussion with his students. As the instructor turns around we see that he is Fred Sullivan, the shyest boy in the Class of H42. We knew you'd make it, Fred. From one extreme to another. Herels a girl looking into all the keyholes she comes to. She has a Hollywood press card. Lucky thing. Well, my goodness, it's Beryl Fogg. I never thought it of her, although she did once say she'd like to be a reporter. She's actually opening one of the doors. Who should be behind it but Dottie Cantin. Look at the costumes scattered around. She must have achieved her ambition to become a dancer. In Hollywood, at that. Well-well. 7.

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18 THE SENIORIAN When Spring Comes The spring smells. Can't you smell it? There is something about that smell that makes a fugue of one's feelings. On a beautiful blue and gold day in the spring, when the awakening trees lance the impalpable blue of the sky, one naturally begins to dream of far horizons. On a beautiful day such as this, there are frequent vacant chairs in classrooms . , . for the intelligent and interesting students realize that there is much beauty and knowl- edge to be had away from the stuffiness of school rooms and teachers, This urge to travel in the spring is usually called spring fever. The malady is not caused by the unpleasantness in the disposition of the truant. In my opinion, it is caused by the smell and color of the season. Sometimes a boy decides to go fishing, sometimes, as in the case of Sir Launfal, a young man wishes to accomplish something wonderful. Goodness always appears in the spring. People are happy, and when they are happy they are usually good. It is the season of planting a few wild oats or something of Mother Nature's makes the world more interesting. It is my favorite season and if I had my way, Iid follow it-and thus avoid the harvest. Richard Graham ak bis Pls PF ali The Will to Go Ahead t'My strength is as the strength of ten Because my heart is pure. -Tennyson These are beautiful words spoken by a famous poet. Anybody believing in God has the heart and the strength of ten men. It is strange how a steadfast belief like that of believing in God can help you. God does not actually give you the strength, but he gives you the heart to do anything. The will to go ahead will 'most always get you there. I will give some examples in sports. Glenn Cunningham, for instance, as a boy was badly burned in the legs and as a result, the doctors said he would be a cripple the rest of his life. Glenn did not want the life of an invalid so he set out to right it. With a firm belief in God and a strong willpower, he became one of the greatest runners of recent days. 'fLeftyl' Grove is another. A few years ago 'tLeftyl' was told by some of the expert doctors that he could never pitch again. But he set out to pitch, and just recently he won his three hundredth major victory. This shows definitely that with a pure heart one can have the strength of ten men. Robert Marsh akekvkbkalf Class Prophecy In all my earlier years, Iive never believed in fortune tellers, never believed in tea-leaf reading, or in learning the future by reading the stars. The only thing of that type of fortune telling I believed in was the ouija board. Well-there is one other thing, that is crystal gazing. I never knew about crystal gazing until around 1954. Let me see, it was in 1952 to be exact. just IO years after I had graduated from high school. That was quite an interesting experience. I think you'd like to hear about it. Well, to begin with, right after I graduated I left 'fOur School behind, and since then I have not seen nor heard much about my classmates. I have been wondering what had happened to all of them so I asked my faithful ouija board how I could find out. To my surprise it spelled the word crystal ball. When I asked if thatls what it meant, it went straight to yes. I next proceeded to buy myself a crystal ball. After I had mastered the tech- nique of working the crystal ball I found out the following things about my class- mates. I will tell you just as the pictures came to me.

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20 THE SENIORIAN Here comes a familiar building. What have we here? Oh, yes, the boiler room in old G. H. S. Wonder if we'll see Charlie? Somebody's stoking the furnace, that can't be Charlieg but wait there's a resemblance. No wonder! It's jack Ryan! No doubt following in his fathers political footsteps, as well as the job of keeping G. H. S. spick and span. The vision is changing. Oh, look at that foodl I can almost smell it. Well, if that isn't Priscilla Brigham preparing it. She has at last become a great dietitian. She has always liked good food. Oh, an athletic field. The boys are doing a little stationary run under the direc- tion of none other than Eddie Wilson. He seems to be in pretty good condition himself. Practice makes perfect, Ed. Keep it up. Now for a stroll over a college campus. It's the University of N. H. Students are pouring out of the agriculture building. Here comes the professor now. So Earl Elliott has achieved his boyhood goal. Now 'aback to naturef' This hsherman seems to be having a little trouble with the big, bad game warden. That fisherman is no one I know. Maybe it's the warden we're interested in. Why, of course, it's Bob Wilson, faithful to duty, as usual. A new dress shop on Fifth Avenue. I'd like to see what goes on. Oh, itls clear now. A girl is looking at Cow Girl suits. Well, it's Verna Russell. Look who she's buying from! Yvonne LeClere! Verna must be buying outhts for her Cow Girl Band. The sign at the front says 'fYvonne's Dress Shopfl Well, Yvonne always did have good taste in dresses. She probably has quite a business. Don't tell me that's the Grey farm! Why it's all fixed up-somebody's coming out of the barn, at the same time wifey comes to the door to call hubby to supper. Merle rushes into the kitchen, as the former Lillian Blodgett closes the door behind him. Now, we see the familiar red structure known as the Groveton Paper Mill Office. Lunch hour is over, and the employees are just returning. Among them is our old schoolmate James Gallagher. He enters the office and takes his place at the desk labeled Secretary to Mr. J. C. Wemyssf' james has advanced from part time employee in 1942 to well paid permanent employee in 1952. An airport. A big airliner is setting down. Who is stepping out of it but Rachel McFarland! An airliner hostess! Not bad, Ray. She and another girl are helping an elderly gentleman out. That's the Senator from N. H. The girl is Maxine LeClaire. She is the Senatorls secretary. You've done okay, Maxine. Now we see the smoke stacks of a big metropolis. That's quite some factory in the distance. It's Hartford, Connecticut's airplane part plant. Guess welre going to be allowed a glance inside. Quite a lot of action going on in the machine shop. At the same time, the foreman seems to be giving a few pointers to the employees. No wonder he knows his stuff. It's Lloyd Wheelock, Class of L'42 -wonder if he still blushes? Now from factory to department store. Itls Filenels in Boston this time. Here comes a businesslike young lady. Those papers in her hand give her a very efficient look. As she comes closer we realize that it's Audrey Doolan. Shejs evidently one of Filene's best buyers-and that all adds up to success, Audrey. Back to N. H. again. This time itls Concord. Evidently that modernistic drug store is supposed to catch our eye. HWoodward's Drug Storef' What's the connection? Why, of course. Years ago I read in the Democrat that Mickey Woodward was establishing a drug store chain. Well, I guess he has succeeded all right. Though they say he's faithful to good old Groveton and, in spite of his millions, won't leave the place.