Randolph Union High School - Galloping Ghost Yearbook (Randolph, VT)

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Galloping Ghost winning pitcher in the game between the Dodgers and the Red SOX. I listened further and found out that Dick Wilson was playing second baseman for the Dodgers. Edward - Jane Wood is now a physical education teacher at Randolph High School. It must seem strange to Jane, since they now have the new school building, that the iioors don't squeak, the 'windows work, and Mr. Lary even has a secretary, who is Janet Prescott. Janet wrote to me and told me she now knows that we didn't know half as much about Mr. Lary as we thought we did when we were in high school. Marion - I'd heard so much about Tunbridge Fair these last fifteen years that I decided this year to go back. Guess who I saw? None other than our own little Dorothy Fullam doing the Dance of the Four Windsf' Kenneth Lewis has an undertaking stand at Tunbridge Fair taking care of the people that get dead drunk. Jean - Allen Sprague is now operating a cheese factory. The cheese is made from gopher feathers which are the fuzz off peaches. Theresa Brassard is his secretary. Sprague always liked the shy and bashful type. Richard - Albert Cooper just won the Pulitzer prize for the winning novel of the year, the name of which is, There Wasn't a Sober One In the Bunch of Us. I believe Zita Knowles, who is now married, works in Albert's office. Edward - Jean Chambers is teaching music in the place of Pep Blanch- ard, who is now retired. Krivacs - you remember Art, J ean's flame, who is now vegetable farming, still sees quite a lot. of her. He must think she is quite a tomato. Richard - Joan Rye is still having trouble in deciding between the Navy and local boys. Edward - She had better hurry up, she's getting old. Marion -- Oh, I forgot. to tell you that Bunny Wagner is dancing at the same show that Dorothy is in Tunbridge. Gordon Smith is a psychia- trist in New York City. Jean Sivret and Cynthia Holden are working in his oiiice as nurses. They are all considered tops in their profes- sion. I heard they have been working three years on Mr. Robertie and Mr. Bond. It must be the after effects from our class meetings. Jean - I was talking with Doris Davis, the telephone operator, who now spends more time talking with her boy friends than asking people the number they want. She told me that Lawrence Camp, after twenty years of chicken farming, got a square egg. Richard - Raymie Rattee is running his own Grand Union Store here in Randolph, and his wife, Marie Julian, is singing in the choir at the church. Edward -- I was just visiting Raymond Poulin in the hospital yesterday. He is having treatments for nerves. I guess his night club is too much for him. Anyway, he has some good nurses, June Harding, Betsy Birchard and Elizabeth Bassett. Marion - Alfred Jarvis is just a plain farmer. I guess he was the only sensible one of us, after all. Well, Bear Hill is just as dead as it al- ways was. Guess I'll go along. Edward - All kidding aside, we have had quite a lot of fun up here. I must be going, too. Jean - Well, Richard, we are alone at last. Richard - Yes, Jean. Through all the years we know that love never grows old.

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Galloping Ghost Class Prophecy by Richard Montgomery, Jean Brigham, Edward Brown, Marion Sawyer TIME - September 23, 1970. PLACE - Old Faithful or Bear Hill. Edward - I figured you would be here. It seems the Class of '50 always ended up here. What have you been doing in the last twenty years for excitement? Jean - I'm here on a vacation from New York City, where I give piano concerts at Carnegie Hall. My husband, Richard Montgomery, has a large farm in Braintree Gap now. He has a specialty of raising cows that give chocolate milk. He does have some spare time 'though and in that time he is caretaker of our dear old Bear Hill. Edward - Just couldn't leave the old place, right? I got kind of lonesome myself and seeing I was here on business I thought I would come up. You remember Richard Rattie? Jean - What is he doing now? Edward - Richard is having trouble with his seventh wife. She is re- fusing to pay his alimony. His eighth wife is complaining. Say, isn't that someone I know coming? Jean - Yes, that's Marion Sawyer. I haven't seen her in years. Marion -- Hello! This place must be a magnet. We always seem to come back here. Just as I was coming up here I saw a car go flying by on the main road. Beverly Martin was driving. She is a race car driver now, you know. Not too far behind was Philip Lamb, the state cop. Things won't be very pleasant for her when he catches up with her. Jean - Meeting up here is certainly an unbelievable t.hing. I wonder what the rest of our classmates are doing. After high school Bryant Smith started a knitting mill where he produced those sweaters by machine that he knitted by hand in high school. I heard that the factory has enlarged and he has a fine business. Barbara Smith, who became a ' secretary, is now typing his mail for him. How time changes things. After you finished nurses' training you married, didn't you, Marion? Marion - Yes, and I am using my nursing profession to advantage. I am working in the Norwich University infirmary. Why, isn't this Rich- ard Montgomery coming? I wonder what he is doing up here? Richard - I see, Jean, that you found someone to talk to. Strange, 'they all seem to be classmates. Is this a class reunion? If it is, I hope it is a little calmer than our class meetings used to be. Edward - We did used to have some pret.ty hot times, didn't we? Richard - You remember Maurice Palmer and Robert Broadwell, don't you? They have a joint partnership in the so-called Palmer and Broadwell fDo or Diel Destruction Company. Their secretary, Anita Tancreti, just called me to see if there were any trees up here we want out of the way. I said, No. No telling what would hap- pen if those two got up here together. Remember those old school days? Marion - I heard that Dick Morse is the editor of a newspaper in town called The Bellyache Times. Making out pretty good, I hear. Loraine Boudreau is his reporter. I hear she is the greatest gossip collector in the whole state. Jean - I was listening to the radio before I came up here. All I could get was the baseball game. I was about to turn it off when I heard the announcer, Gerald Grace Thomas, say that Allen Wright was the

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Galloping Ghost Class Song CSung to tune of Memoriesi'J by Albert Cooper and Lawrence Carnp High school days, high school days, Days just left behind, We'll remember teachers and the classes we've been ing Days of work, days of fun, among our classmates true, We're leaving you now, but we'll always be proud Of our days at Randolph High. Freshman hops, senior ball da s of fun for all 7 y 9 Other days of sweat and toil, of stumbling through the hall Fire drills, school-day ills, days both long and short, We're leaving you now, but we'll always be proud Of our days at Randolph High. Class Poem by Gordon Smith, Arthur Kribacs and Loraine Bozwlreau The days we've know at Randolph Are drawing to a closeg In dusty corners, books and notes Now find their last repose. The lessons we have learned from them, The things that they have taught, Will ever help us on our way And win the goals we've sought. Soon we're going forth alone, Like soldiers out to warg Going out to face the world To see what life will hold in store. Deep in our hearts, we needs must hope That we will win our fightg We know that we will onward push To better aims with all our might. We know that everyone of us Feels the same regretg To think we nevermore shall see The friends at Randolph we have met. We all are proud that we can say Randolph's our Alma Mater, dear, We'll remember every day of each, The joys and cares of each short year. Soon we all are going away And many an eye with tears is wet, Although there's nothing we can say, We know we never can forget.