Stevens High School - Red and Black Yearbook (Claremont, NH)

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l 'vs ff A CQ 3451 ' I' Q , Q! ' ev 2 Q CLASS PROPHECY ,Qin By Richard Bailey Down, down, down, we glided. The pilot angled the plane into the wind and prepared to set it down on the huge lake below us. The lake was now known as Great Green Lake, Antarctica, and the small town clustered at one end was called Green Lake City, or just Lake City for short. As you may have guessed, this is what Byrd discovered back in l947, and the town was an experiment in colonizing in a frigid zone. Even now the plane was touching the water, and in a matter of seconds we had taxied over to an iceberg landing. As the pilot, Richard Hurd, cut the motors, l heard somebody pounding on the side of the Dlane and yelling, Open the door, Richardl l did and jumped out practically into the arms ot my old buddy, Wes Brown, who had invited me to visit him in Antarctica. To my surprise, it was quite warm there, and Wes told me that this was due to boiling hot springs which were under the lake. As we were discussing this phenomenon, a tall, straight man came and picked up my trunk, and we started for the Lakeon Hotel, where l was staying. Almost immediately l recognized him as Daley Dumont, lt seems that Doley had spent several years learning how to landscape, but when lee came south there was nothing to landscape except ice, so he gave it up and was trying to earn enough money to get back to the States. We went up over a steep banking and were greeted by a chilly blast ot air and a breath-taking view of the gleaming ice houses which made up the C133

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V v 0 4? L this modern age, putting out an issue of the Eagle , defending our football record against Towle, entering into a Christmas concert put on by the school's musical groups, putting out the Voice of Stevens , and getting out this Red and Black that you see before your eyes, is more than we can tell. Not only did we fill the ranks of these activities, but we encouraged and breathed oxygen into three new activities: the a Cappella choir, the ski team, and the track team. We also revived interscholastic girls' basketball with great success. A three-act play entitled A Date With Judy , with Bob Bonneau pro- ducing the laughter, put us down on the films as having a noteworthy senior play. All agreed that Mrs. Bucko had again hit the jackpot with a wonder production. Our crowning achievement is the presentation to the town of Claremont of over ninety true Americans. Our class was born in wartime and survived the battle. Overburdened by after-school jobs and added war activities in school, the class really had a war of its own to wage during the four years of study. To Stevens' seventy-eighth class, the class of '48, we issue a chal- lenge to carry on equally as well the work which we now turn over to you. i H25

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town. As we approached the hotel, I noticed that all the houses were extra large, and when we entered I found out why. All business centered about na radiator in the middle of the room, so placed as to keep it from melting the ice walls. Radiatorl I exclaimed. What do you burn to make the heat? Immediately I was surrounded by people eager to answer. They told me that all they had to do was call Donald Richmond's Artesian Steamheating Co., and have him drill down to a hotspring which they then connected to the radiator. I also found out that the reason for all the attention, in the form of Buz Buswell, Skip Walker, and Francis Wilson, partners in the hotel, was that business was bad. They said anybody who planned to stay more than one day just went out and built himself a house of ice. Wes and I went into the diner adjoining the hotel and found Eugene Wight doing the cooking and Theresa St. Aubin the serving. Out of curiosity I asked Gene were he got his food, and he answered that he did all his trading with Perley Kuhre's Frosted Foods and Frozen Fish. We ordered and took a table in the corner, and as we sat there who should come in fjust for a cup of coffee, or so they saidl but the four O's-Sally Bo Bovard, Mary Mo Murphy, Jo Wheeler, and Lo Wadleigh. I asked each of them in succession for a date, but no one of them would go without the other three, and in addition they intended to bring's'I.indner along too, so I gave up. It didn't take us long to finish our lunch, and we had it all decided that I was to take a tour of the town accompanied by Wes. We left the hotel and hopped into Normandin's Slaxi fl presume that stands for sleigh taxi? and galloped off to the other side of town to see the modern hospital which had just been designed and built by John Nemcovich. We got there in about ten minutes and upon entering were greeted by Pat Smith, official secretary of the institution. 'Doctors Ruth Houghton, world-renowned frost- bite expert, and Ted Ellis, who majored in amputating frozen ears and fingers, came to meet us, and I felt right at home when Ruth Bailey, lab technician, came in. Lois Harrington crossed by, carrying one of thoseghthings nurses al- ways are carrying, and she was followed by Norma Hathaway gowned and masked for the operating room. I asked Ted what all the excitement was, and he answered that Bob McPherson had kicked someone in the shins once too often, and this someone had kicked him back and broken Bob's leg. This was more than I could stand, so Wes and I left. When we got out to the street, we bought a paper from Eugene Dunphy, who wasn't having much luck in this climate in his chosen field of refrigera- tion, so he had turned to the newspaper field. The paper was called the Glacier Globe, and its editor was none other than G. Robert Bonneau, whose assistant was Robert Brody. I noticed a drawing by Stanley Fitch which was advertising Dot Johnson's Beauty SHOPPE. We walked along reading and soon came to the school, which was an imposing structure made of different colors of ice Cno doubt to please the kiddiesl. As we entered the school yard, Wes told me it was one of the best- Il4l I f Mfg