Bellows Free Academy - Alpha Omega Yearbook (St Albans, VT)

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10 THE MERCURY Club Rooms. Between courses of the supper, several members of the class entertained with musical numbers, and a number of the teachers demonstrated their ability to act as comedians. After supper, music was furnished by the Albanians, as usual, but this time, although many of the young peo- ple enjoyed dancing, there was a large number who seemed more interested in playing cards. The most important event of the year was the long awaited Senior Play, Come out of the Kitchen, by A. E. Thomas, produced under the direction of Miss Barton. We sympathize With Miss Barton because of her difficulty in choosing the cast. As I have said before, this class has unusual talent for acting, and Miss Barton certainly realized this When it come to tryouts for the play. When at last a selection was made, the fol- lowing people had places in the cast: Olivia Dangerfield, alias Jane Ellen Isabelle McCann Elizabeth Dangerfield, alias Araminta Dorothy Deso Mrs. Ealkner ..... Elizabeth Corliss Cora Falkner .... Persis Start Amanda ...... .... D olores Cvuay Burton Crane ...... William Renaud Thomas Lefferts ..... Robert Derick Solon Tucker .... Joseph MacDonald Paul Dangerfield, alias Smithheld James Lorimer Curtis Charles Dangerfield, alias Brindlebury John Larry Randolph Weeks George Trudell The characters proved their ability to please When, on the evenings of May 26 and 27, the auditorium of Bel- lows Free Academy was filled to its capacity. We Wish to thank the undergradu- ates for their hearty cooperation in selling tickets, and also to thank Miss Barton for her untiring efforts to make this play a success. It is needless to say that this was the best play ever given by any Senior Class. The school paper, THE MERCURY, Which was so successful in its first year, has been equally successful under the direction of the following capable seniors: Editorial Staff Marvin Courtney ........... Editor Joseph MacDonald . Managing Editor Elizabeth Corliss .. . Literary Editor Dolores Guay ....... French Editor Edith Daily ......... News Editor Marjorie McKenney . . Alumni Editor Business Staff William Renaud .. Business Manager Persis Start Circulation Manager John Larry Advertising Manager It must not go unsaid that the faculty advisors have been exceedingly valuable in making THE MERCURY a success. In these pages, We have traced the activities of the Class of '32 from the beginning of its high school career to the end. We have seen how a scat- tered group of care-free freshmen has developed into the best and the most dignified class that has ever graduated from this academy of learning. Al- though We leave with smiles on our faces, it is not Without aches in our hearts. We shall miss the advice of our kind and patient teachersg We shall miss Mr. Dickinson's snapping fingers and funny stories, We shall miss our books and lessons, these quiet and pleasant classrooms, and this beautiful school where our class has thus far made most of its history, and above all, we shall miss the happy gatherings that this class had. For is it not probable that we shall, after this Week, never be together again as a class? We leave this school with our past

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TI IE MERCURY 9 more dignified and splendid than ever before, for we were seniors. We were the classmen to whom all others owed respect. Uur first important duty was the election of class officers. Not just ordi- nary ones, but officers who could and would teach us the laws and customs of the Senior Class. When we held a meeting for the purpose of accomplish- ing this task, I must sadly relate 'that we resembled freshmen much more than we did seniors. After a heated discussion, the following officers were elected: William Dempsey ........ President Marjorie McKenney .. Vice-president Hildreth Russell ......... Secretary William Renaud ......... Treasurer I might add that these officers have fulfilled their duties perfectly. On December 18, the Friday after- noon before Christmas vacation, the in- telligent boys of the graduating class put on the annual Senior Boys' Farce. These unusual boys entertained the members of Bellows Free Academy in an unusual way. The skit, written by Joseph Vincent MacDonald and James Scully, was in the form of a very important contest between the A and B divisions of a his- tory class. The wise old professor, Francis O'Connell, questioned the two teams incessantly. The questions ask- ed pertained to the affairs of certain members of the audience, and the an- swers given did not add to the comfort of the victims. Many of these musical boys showed their talent by playing on their respective horns, and by giving vocal solos. Everyone enjoyed this famous skit, given by these famous boys, and there was the general feeling that the senior girls would have a difficult time to pro- vide an Easter entertainment that would outdo the boys'. The next event on the seniors' pro- gram Was the first Senior Supper. Wil- liam Dempsey and Marjorie McKen- ney proved their ability at being a very charming host and hostess. The dining room was decorated in keeping with Washington's and Lin- coln's Birthdays and St. Valentine's Day. During the supper, there was much merriment over the valentines members of the class had made for each other. After the supper, stories of Wash- ington, Lincoln, and of the origin of St. Valentine's Day were told by noted speakers of the class. The Albanians furnished music for dancing in the gymnasium where the seniors entertained guests. I am sure I can safely say that everyone of us had a good time at our first Senior Supper. On March 25, the senior girls gave the members of the school an enjoy- able send-off for a happy Easter vaca- tion. They presented the most original and, of course, the most interesting en- tertainment ever put on by the senior boys or girls of this school, an enter- tainment written by Marjorie McKen- ney. In this humorous skit, Dolores Guay was the Director of the B. F. A. Scan- dals, and the poor woman was having a perfectly horrible time trying to find a girl to work for her. No one knew just what kind of girl she wanted, nor what her duties would be. This in- formation was not disclosed till the very end, after many girls had answer- ed the Girl Wantedn sign. Not long after school opened for the spring term, there were rumors of an- other Senior Supper. This event took place on April 21. William Renaud and Hildreth Russell as host and hostess planned a very successful buffet supper. The supper took place in the B. F. A.

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THE MERCURY 11 known to you all, but with our future yet to be revealed. Let us all hope that Whatever the future brings to each of us as individuals, We may meet with the enthusiasm and the undaunted spirit that characterizes the Class of 3 32. ELIZABETH DEWART ,32 Class Historian. Class Prophecy The hot Mediterranean sun woke me as it peeped over the top of Mt. Parnassus and looked into my state- room. In an inconceivably short time I was up on deck and discovered that the steamer on which I was cruising as a guest of Isabelle McCann, now mar- ried to a big business magnate, was an- chored in the Gulf of Corinth only a short distance from the shrine of Apol- lo at Delphi. The very closeness of the ancient Greek temple turned my thoughts back twenty years to my high school days when We had studied about the oracle either in our Greek History or Latin classes. My thoughts were interrupted as the other guests came trooping up on deck, but to my satis- faction they suggested a visit to the shrine that very morning. It was not long before we had dis- embarked and were travelling on the road to Delphi. Soon we were on the very spot where Aeneas had implored permission to visit the lower world. Despite the fact that there was no longer any priestess or any mystic va- por, I could not long remain prosaic in the proximity of a place of such romantic associations. My thoughts immediately wandered back to my schooldays when Delphi had seemed such a fantastic place. I pictured my- self as a faithful believer of Apollo, almost breathing aloud a fervent prayer that I might know what the years had done for my fellow-classmen. O Apollo, greatest of the gods, protector of youth, fosterer of flocks and herds, lord of oracles, patron of art and music, most admirable prophet, shatter time and space for me, your most humble servant, and let me see my classmates of '32 as they are today. Let me see them in their various walks of life. Let me know that they have prospered and are happy, O great Apollo. I felt a queer numbness come over me. I groped with a frightened feel- ing and, in vain, for reality. A gray mist appeared before my eyes and I heard a voice saying: Time and space are of no avail. You shall travel wherever you wish, and return without having departed. The mist disappeared as suddenly as it had come and I found myself in a huge convention hall. It was a place of restless activity. A constant stream of people were pushing in and out its wide doorsg small groups were gather- ed here and there in earnest conversa- tion, others were listening to speeches which were being delivered from a plat- form in the center of the room. Ban- ners hung from the ceiling read: 'fMore speed and greater ease For dictator Kenneth Donnelly. I was to all appearances in the midst of a political meeting. I approached the platform where a woman was speaking. The people of this country won't have it, she said. We want stability and strength, and We will have it. VVil- liam Dempsey, as boss of the Macalsey party, has failed his countrymen. Let