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

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for an x-ray. Before I knew it, I found myself in the x-ray room. Bustling back and forth was none other than the renowned x-ray technician, Bette Hale. Bette had gained wide fame in her profession. WVhen I returned to my room, I was pleased to know that my nurse was to be Eleanor Deso. As she was making me comfortable, a crisp little nurse rushed into the room. She came in a flash and left at once since she was not needed. That nurse of course had been .Ioyce VV ard. A few days later when Eleanor was pushing my wheel chair down the corridor tiny back had been injured in the accidentj, we met Dick Hungerford, who had just been conversing with the head-supervisor of the hospital. Before she disappeared down the corridor, I realized that she was Charlotte Phillips. Dick was not too jovial and cordial, but Eleanor informed me that it was nothing to worry about. He always acted that way during working hours. He was a hearse driver for the local mortician, H. C. Brault. Upon returning to my room, I found several packages awaiting me. The first contained a number of best-selling books. The city librari- an, Carol Greenwood, had been the thoughtful sender. The next was a dozen red roses sent by lane Conner, owner of the '6Ever Sweet Flower Shopf, There were also flowers from Irving Sharrow. Nicky was a prosperous insurance salesman now. The next article was a puzzling looking package. I had no idea what it could possibly be, I looked for the name of the sender. It was from Dick Davis. I rapidly tore off the wrappirrgs and beheld a minature traffic light. Could he be implying that I hadnit been obey- ing the traffic rulesii? Could be. Dick now owned a huge dairy farm, known the country over for its excellent products. Finally I was released from the hospital with instructions to take a long vacation. A long vacatiorr-what about my job? My boss certain- ly wouldnit like this. I could picture him yank- ing his curly hair. He surely has a temper when aroused. How well I remember when the sign painter spelled his name BINSON instead of BENSON on his office door. He didnit have to re- move the paint, a new window had to be pur- chased. But luck was with me. When I informed him of the necessary vacation, I was granted a leave of four weeks with the proposition that I take a trip to Chicago and while there attend the International Business Conference. What a splendid opportunity! I began making plans at once. As they developed, I came to the corrclu- siorr that I couldnit go alone. lust the thought of the big city frightened me, so I suggested to Ellen Brooks that she persuade her employer to send a representative. He was very coopera- tive, but then, wasnit he always? The Bomb- ardier Boot Business was known for its fairness to employees and customers After hours of preparation we were ready to leave. With suitcases, hat boxes and the like we sped to the airport. The owner of the Speedy Taxi Service himself, as a special honor to us, was our taxi driver. It isnlt everyone who can have an excellent chauffeur like Peter Martin. As we arrived at Iacobs, newly constructed air- port, the plane was iust warming up. XVe were greeted by a slim, trim stewardess. XVith her pleasant personality, Dotty Cline certainly was an asset to any air trip. The pilot of the plane was our old friend Dick Boomhower, the co- pilot, none other than jovial Ierry Patenaude. Soon we were streaking through the sky. The crystal ball became cloudy. WVhen it cleared, we saw a mammoth hotel. Over the entrance was the name, The liandix Hotel. How familiar that name sounded! As we en- tered, a tall distinguished man came toward us. Of course it was Randall Dixon. He escorted us into a spacious dining room. Two people were just leaving. They looked vaguely farnil- iar. Ellen exclaimed, iWVhy thatis Ballard and Beverlylv They were residing in Chicago now. Ballard had followed in his fatheris footsteps and was known for his great achievements in the veterinary field. His success had been so great that he was unable to carry on the work alone so he had persuaded Raymond King, also a renowned veterinary, to join him. Across the room came the hostess. WVe rec- ognized her at once as Nina Satorelli. Nina seat- ed us near the stage where the orchestra was playing softly. As I was scanning the menu, El- len exclaimed, VVhy, that orchestra leader is Arnold Langlv Also in the orchestra was Her- bert Baldwin, who was playing the sousaphorre. :lust then two women approached our table. They were Thelma Wells and Betty Marquette, in Chicago on a buying tour. They were co- owners of i'The IIeart's Desire Fashion Shop in Portland, Maine. This shop was famous for its hat creations which were designed to fit the new coiffures created at UThe Latest Style Beauty Barf' owned by ,lean Hogan and Pauline Berger. A fog enveloped the crystal bay. When it cleared away I saw a table at which many people were seated. In front of each was a place card showing the name and occupation of each guest. l was viewing the International Business Banquet. As Ellen l inspected the cards we found the names of many old friends. The first card was inscribed, Rita Barrett, Head Accountant, Chicago National Bank. Next in Page Twenty-One

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-- 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

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line was Miss Beverly Bourdeau, Private Secre- tary to Stanley Cullen, Esq., President of the New York Electrical Company. Beside Bever- ly's card was that of Marjorie Gray. She was employed by Hiram Towle's Insurance Com- pany. The next card held no information we didnit know. It was Alberta Kingis. Alberta had stayed in good old St. A. and was a stenog- rapher at Wallaceis Non Smelling Chewing Cum Corporation. Next we found that Hall's Escalator Company in California had sent two representatives, Carmen Berger and Ramona Reed. Carmen told me that Budis idea of hav- ing an escalator company had started when he was a senior in B. F. A. He had become ex- hausted o11ce too often from climbing many hills. We finally arrived at our seats. As I sat down, I noted the occupant of the chair beside mine. He must have felt my stare because he looked up from his task of writing and I immed- iately recognized Spider Earle. Norman was president ot the International Research Com- pany. One of the companyis present projects was the manufacture of stockings and veils from spider webs. C-ruesome occupation I must say, very profitable however. The vice-president, I learned was Normanis old classmate, Louis Shepard. Also employed in the company were 'jane Bechard and Helen Giroux. jane worked in the oiiice and Helen in the lab. Everyone became quiet. The meeting was starting. But before the program began, the scene shifted and I saw Ellen and me rushing down a busy street. We were still in Chicago. We stopped to admire and comment on all the store displays. We were approaching a quaint shop when we met two old friends, jane Domey and Sammy Brigham. Sanford had just finished supervising the construction of a seventy story building. jane was modeling in one of Chica- gois most exclusive shops owned by Natalie Earle. The shop specialized in the sale of mink coats, made from hides which came from Nan's long desired mink farm. jane called our attention to a book in a store window. It was entitled, The Mystery of Mac- bethis Third Murder written by Gladys Clark. This was wonderful-at last I would know who that third murderer was. As we strolled up the busy thoroughfare, our attention was attracted by a long queue of people. They couldnit be waiting for nylons or cigarettes because they were plentiful now. Curiosity got the better of us. We joined the line of waiters. Finally after a long, tedious hour we found ourselves in front of a huge building. In bright lights gave us our answer. Last presentation tonight, concert by the Misses Polly Mcliillop and Margaret Dixonf, We were Page Twenty-Two escorted to our seats by a beaming usherette. The lights in the hall were dim. We sat down to wait quietly. But we were not silent long. Down the isle came a group of ladies. One was talking excitedly-that voice, that laugh,--you guessed it-.Ieannete Carceau. Her companions were Connie Bessette, Cheral Sweet, and Ioyce Wells. -Ieanette, Connie, and Cheral were tele- phone operators. Ioyce was phys ed instructor back in old B. F. A. She had been coaching the basketball team for five years. The success of her coaching was indicated by the fact that all the members of the team were wearing basket- balls engraved with State Championship? The girls informed us that they had been talking to Shirley Dennis. She had flown from Vermont with Kay VVillis and Carolyn Peabody to attend the concert. Of course they had a re- served box. After all Shirley was governor of Vermont and her two companions, well known state senators. This trio had done much to im- prove conditions in our state. Before we had time to talk more to our friends, a mist blotted out everything. As we boarded the plane, we were confronted by Madeleine Bertrand and Mae Trombly. Both were taking a vacation and were on their way to Alaska. They operated a personality school in New York, where they taught sociology, per- sonality improvement, manners and all things necessary to make a success of the modern girl. When we took our seats, we found some- one had left a newspaper. The title caught my attention, St. Albans Evening Mercury and the managing editor was Anna Bushey. The plane was ready to take off-suddenly we heard a frantic shouting and calling. Two ladies were running toward us. I at once recog- nized one of them as Sylvia Weston. When the pilot saw them, he immediately stopped. Indeed he had to, for the lady with Sylvia was Char- lotte Morse and this was a branch of the Lyle Iacobs' Airline. When the girls were safe in their seats, we found that they were employed by the airline. Charlotte was Lyleis private sec- retary and Sylvia was paid a big salary to go on sjxecial trips just to furnish an atmosphere of goo humor and fun. The plane lifted off the ground and we were off. The clouds enveloped us. We were on our way home. It could be that I was but dreaming Of viewing that wondrous scene, But it may have been truth for the future That my soul was allowed to glean. But that, my friends, is the story, And I pass it on to you, And now we must wait for the future To see if these dreams come true.