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

Page 21 text:

mu-mmmummnnu -- C ass il! -- 1II1Invnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnunnnmmmnnmnnmuunnnnm mmnu unuIII1Immmummmuu nnummmmmmmuunmnnunmnum numuIIIIuIInuuunnnnannum:mmnumnn Lawyer: Douglas Wallace NVQ, The Class of 1947, of the city of St. Al- bans, in the County of Franklin and State of Vermont, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish and declare this our last Will and Testament, in manner following, that is to say: F IIIST: We do give, devise and bequeath to the Iunior Class, our rightful heirs, our unusual acting ability, so that they may easily win the Willson cup. VVe give to the sophomores our aptitude for studying, our various tactics for getting dates and our great importance, knowing that they will use them honestly and profitably. To the freshmen we bequeath our wisdom, our punctuality, our sense of humor and our alibis for unfinished home work, hoping that these gifts will prove to be valuable assets as they advance in their high school careers. SECONDLY: The girls of the class of 1947 will to the girls of the lower classes their combs, lipsticks and compacts so that they will not have to borrow from the few thoughtful girls. The boys of 1947 will to the undergraduate boys their positions near the bulletin board, where the passing parade may be viewed ad- vantageously. THIBDLY: To deserving individuals we do make the following bequests: Item 1: Arnold Lang wills his utter indiffer- ence to women to George Harmon. Item 2: Sister Dixon bequeaths some of her height to Alice Harvey. Item 3: To Nancy Kern, Ellen Brooks wills her dignified manner. Item 4: Carolyn Peabody wills her flirtatious ways to Charlotte Towle. Item 5: Shirley Dennis leaves her nicknames to Sue Hermann. Item 6: Louis Shepard wills his smooth line to Henry Williamson. Item 7: Raymond King and Beverly Bour- deau leave their ability to disrupt class to Prod- ney Mears and Kay Collins. Item S: To Frank Horan, Leslie Hoy gives his cheerfulness. Item 9: Bev and Ballard bequeath their fa- vorite corner to Priscilla and Carroll. Item 10: Bette Barr leaves her bottle of peroxide to Simon Winner. Ite1r1 11:To Ioyce Newton, Madeleine Ber- trand wills her box of mascara. Item 12: The Class of 1947 bequeaths their zeros in their studies to Pete Barker. Heill have a lot of nothing. Item 13: To Iohn Webster, Nan Earle gives her ability to pick a fight. Item 14: Anna Bushey wills her editorial ability to Iohn Berryman. Item 15: Doug VVallace leaves his writing and spelling proficiency to Alan Ferguson. Some gift! Item 16: Sammy Brigham bequeaths his ability to keep interested in the same girl to Eddie Brooks. Item 17: To Lorraine Butler, Sylvia Weston leaves her art of chewing gum without being detected. LASTLY: We hereby appoint the teachers of Bellows Free Academy executors of this, our last Will and Testament: hereby revoking all former wills by us made. IN WITNESS WVHEREOS we have hereun- to subscribed our name this 16th day of Iune in the year Nineteen Hundred and F orty--Seven. THE CLASS OF 1947 44 2 NVitnessed bv: Mr. N. E. Howe, residing on Easy Street Miss O. U. Kidd, residing on Gay Nineties Terrace Mrs. Dan D. Lyon, residing on Circus Road Page Nineteen

Page 20 text:

1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 MERCURITES Page Eighteen CAST OF RUNNING WILD

Page 22 text:

-- 6155 nmmmm n.:muuvvnInIIImm:1numuIuuummmnmnnnmm unmmnnnmuunnnmnnnnu rophay .. uuummunuunum .nIunnnmnnInmunmmnmunnnnum.muuumInzinmnuuu.uauuuuumm mummm mmmvIuIunnInnmuummuuuuuumnnnuunummumnunmmmuunmm1nIImmmIInIunnnnmuuIIuumnuuunu1xnnumummunmummm B y Palma Gates Seated one day in my classroom I was racking my muddled brain Oier thoughts of my classmates, futures, But, alas, it was all in vain. , I know not what I was thinking, But drifting all throught the room Were scents from the chemistry lab Mid the twilightis deepening gloom. From afar, I heard the music, Sweet notes from the orchestra straying, When all at once in a dream it seemed A languorous voice was saying: Behold, what you now are seeking Before you I here unroll, The vast panorama of the years, Held in the F uture's Scrollf, A crash! And I saw before me, It seemed a crystal ball, Wherein there passed in grand parade Future years of my classmates all. First upon the scene of the future years .ip- peared a busy corner. My attention was drawn and held by a young lady rushing madly down the street. She appeared to be an office worker of some sort, one of those people who are habit-- ually late to work. She stopped suddenly, look- ed across the street in the direction of the post office, pulled from her pocket a letter, gave one glance at it and rushed madly out into the street in the direction of the post oflice. Around the corner came a heavy truck. The driver threw on his brakes, but alas it was too late! Sprawled in the street was the once hurry lady. Anyhow her handbag nearly reached the post office. Con- fusion ran riot! A crowd of chattering people appeared from nowhere. Soon a policeman ap- peared. At his sharp commands, the crowd scattered as quickly as it had gathered. The officer produced a pencil and pad and proceeded to copy the information emblazoned on the side of the truck, GRAND OPENING, JUNE 1, 1970, THE NON-SMELLING Cr-IEWING GUM con- PORATION, D. WALLACE, PRESIDENT. Then turning to the driver of the vehicle, he curtly snapped, 'cLet me see your licensef, A look of surprise Page Twenty came over his face as he scrutinized the features of the driver. Say, youlre Maurice Dupuis, arenlt you?D Why, yes,,, replied the driver, and-no, it can't be-Gregory Codding! So youire enforcer of law and order now. Say this is a coincidence. I iust came from New York to deliver this truck. I'm head salesman for Pryme and Hoy Auto Dealers. They have built up a good business in the past few years. They sell nothing that goes slower than 50 miles nor faster than 200 miles per hourf, All this time, as far as the reunited class- mates were concerned, the poor secretary could have died or disappeared, they were so engross- ed. However she was still reclining quietly, but not too comfortably on the pavement. iHer head was resting on someoneis lap. It couldnit be anyone I knew, but there he was, bedecked in a blue uniform, Paul Guertin, in bell bottom trousers. Did I catch a gleam of envy in the eyes of the feminine spectators? At last the ambulance had arrived. Two white clad attendants stepped efficiently from the machine. As they faced me, imagine my surprise when I recognized that curly haired fellow to be none other than Herbert Duggento. His companion-Why, that was Armand Demers. They quickly placed the patient on a stretcher. For the first time I got a good look at her. VVhere had I seen that face before? Why, in the mirror, of course! That foolish, mad rush- ing woman was myself. XVith siren open, the ambulance sped away in the direction of Kerbs Memorial Hospital. For a moment the crystal ball was misty. Then I saw myself in a bed. A nurse was bending over me. That cheerful face and golden hair could only be that of Bette Barr. How nice she looked in a nurseis uniform! Approaching the bed was the physician, Dr. Chaffee. Turning to Nurse Barr, he made the usual inquiries about my condition. She then left to attend her other patients. The doctor rang for his special assist- ant. I heard her steps in the hall, then whis- pers, followed by a ringing laugh. That voice was familiar-there was only one laugh like that. It had to be Shirley Unwin. NVhen she entered the room I saw that my guess had been correct. After they had conversed i11 low tones, I heard Dr. Chaffee tell Shirley to make arrangements