Barre High School - Barretone Yearbook (Barre, MA)

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THE SENIOR TRIP It was a warm and beautiful day in May, the fifth of the month, and to add to our happi- ness in loveliness of spring time was the thought of the Senior Trip that day to New York City. Most of us were afraid that we would sleep late and miss the bus, so consequently we all arrived about fifteen minutes ahead of time. An hour crawled slowly by and the waiters finally saw Richard Baker coming slowly across the common. Plying him with questions, we found that the bus had broken down the night before and was going to be two hours late. At eight fifteen the bus appeared and we joyfully set off on our trip to the big city. The trip down was very uninteresting as we thought only of the hour when we would arrive in NYC. And when we did arrive at 3:30 in the afternoon it was 78 in the shade and we were hot and dusty and very cross, so you can imagine our chagrin to find that we had to be ready to go on a tour with Mrs. Rigby at four o’clock. Arriving at the NBC studios we were taken on the tour of the radio and television sets. The building was air-conditioned and our guides were especially good looking, so, all-in-all the tour was very much of a success. After eating our dinner that evening at the hotel (will you ever forget that flounder, Rosie and Angie?) we set out for the St. James Theater to see “Where’s Charlie?” with Ray Bolger. From the first act to the last we enjoyed ourselves immensely. We were especially pleased when Mr. Bolger taught the audience to sing “Once in Love with Amy” while he did a soft shoe dance. This was the theme song for our entire trip a ' ’ the Mennards, and our bus driver can verify. Because we had returned from the theater at eleven, and this seemed such an early hour to go to bed on a holiday, most of us stayed in our rooms and gossiped until 3:00 in the morning. It seemed only a few minutes from the time our heads sank into the pillow that night until a cheerful voice echoed over the telephone, “Good morning, seven-thirty!!!” With many loud groans and moans we tumbled out of bed and finally after much exertion found our way down to breakfast. At nine o’clock we left the hotel for the Rockefeller Center guided tour. This whole tour was interesting from the start in the lobby of the Esso Building to the finish on the Roof of Radio City. Since the day was cloudy we were given tickets and were told to come back to see the view when the skies were clearer. We ate lunch that day in the Downunder Restaurant in Radio City and then we went to see the stage and movie show at the Music Hall. The boys certainly enjoyed the Rockettes. Ask Stanley and Sam. After we left the Music Hall it was still early in the afternoon so we dispersed into groups and some went to the Museum of Natural History where we proceeded to lose Paul Snyder in the Reptile Room and Romeo Salvadore in the Marine Life Room. It was a nice day and Mrs. Rigby, our guide, had showed us how to get to the Central Park Zoo and then over to Fifth Avenue to take the bus home, but somehow in those woods, that we of the country should be so familiar with, we got lost. We ended up at the hotel all right but we had walked the whole distance and we never did find the zoo! We did not eat supper at the hotel that evening because some of us were going to Billy Rose’s Diamond Horse Shoe at eleven for our supper. We met in the lobby at seven Friday night and attended two broadcasts. City Service Band of America conducted by Paul Lavelle and The Sheriff of Kenyon County, the Borax Program. 25

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’Twas Seniors and the Sophomores And there I was behind. I was huddled in a corner And watched the crowd go by. And I wondered if the freshmen class Were all as scared as I. Then, someone said that in room two The greenest class would sit. I figured they must be the freshmen The name really seemed to fit. We had just got nicely settled When the bells began to ring. And startled glances wondered what The ringing bells would bring. It meant the classes had to change. And the freshmen had to find Another room to settle in, If no one seemed to mind. We huddled in the hall awhile Debating where to go And wondered, should we go upstairs? Or should we go below? Thus passes this day at Barre High. Each freshman wished anew That he were back in grammar school And never would get through. We’ve met and mingled many times. Since that eventful day And learned to love old Barre High In the good old fashioned way. —By CLAIRE BURGESS OUR GREEN YEARS Fortune smiles upon us Throughout our years at school Although we’re blind to see it Under stress of rod and rule. Learning is a problem And studying a chore But too late do we realize Such happiness is o’er Teachers seem against us: They really aren’t at all: But rather trying to help us In a world that seems to call. Our green years are the best years The happiest of the rest Yet age alone appreciates Our school days as the best! —BEVERLY RICE 24

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After the broadcasts nine of the class members and Mr. Mennard went to see “La Traviata” at the San Carlo Opera House while the rest of us returned home to await the witching hour of eleven when we would go to a night club!!I! After a good dinner and an equally good floor show, we returned to the hotel at 1:45. Deciding that no New Yorker ever went to bed at 2:00 a.m. on a Friday night we decided to take a ride on the subway and ended up in Brooklyn. We never did see that famous tree either. When we got back to the hotel, around four, we were greeted by a night clerk who remarked, “What, going to bed so early!” Again we were awakened Saturday morning by that cheerful voice at seven-thirty. Saturday morning and part of the afternoon was spent touring the island of Man- hattan on the sight-seeing boat. Remember “Salty” Sally? Saturday afternoon we went shopping for Mother’s Day gifts and those unusual things that you find only in NYC. Have you seen “Dougie’s” pink bow tie? Saturday evening the Seniors got into their groups again and went to many different places. . . Coney Island with its thrilling rides and galleries, Carnegie Hall with Alec Templeton, and the Roxy Theatre with Vivian Blaine. By the law-of-averages we should have slept all the way home Sunday afternoon but we didn’t. Maybe it was because of a bus driver named Eddie Noyes and maybe it was because we had too much to think about, but anyway we sang for eight hours all the way home. We wish to thank Mr. and Mrs. George Mennard for making our trip such a success. There was never a cross word or a note of reproof during the entire four days. Even though they must have felt like saying something when we sang “Once in Love with Amy” under their window. SHOTS Virginia wonders why they have shades on the windows of the hotel. As far as she can see nobody uses them. Ann wonders, “Why did Eddie the bus driver have to be married?” Donald wonders, “If you kill a bus driver en-route through a state for defamation of character are you still supposed to pay the extreme penalty or will they let you off easy?” Joyce wonders, “Why does the name Gretta Garbage belong to me?” Romeo wonders, “Where is the Central Park Zoo?” Daisy wonders, “Who was the man across the alley?” Dolly says, “The roller coaster, the torpedo, and the ferris wheel are very tame!!” For saying that, Johnny says she ought to have her head examined. Rosie wonders, “If the man did not guess my name and age why did I still have to pay a dollar?” Isabel wonders, “What happened while I was asleep in Carnegie Hall?” Angie wonders, “Why did Virginia go to the opera if she was only going to fall asleep?” Richie wonders, “What time does the bus leave for home?” Dougie wonders, “How do I rate in taking five girls to Carnegie Hall?” Ramona wonders, “Who has the opera glasses now.” Marion wonders, “W hat was the name of the saxophone player, second fram the left, at the City Service Broadcast?” Elaine wonders, “Why didn’t they wait to eat with me Sunday morning?” Ramona, Marion, Joyce, Isabel, Dougie and Theresa wonder, “If we will ever have as good a time again as we did Saturday night at Rafferelli’s. The Senior Class wonders why they had to come home?