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

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B. F. A. Mercury I5 ing these races, Iloward Ithodes sat down beside me. In reply to a question as to what he was doing, he replied that he was an intern in a Chicago hospital and was striving to bc as good a doctor as his prospective father-in-law. lloward also told mc of three other boys with whom he had kept in contact: Arthur Ashton and Donald Ward were the head mechanics at General Motors in Chicago. while Ronald Iiareau was the chief electrician for General lilectric in Schenectady. New York. My next stop was the beautiful state of California, As I had always wanted to see Ilollywood, I commanded my magic carpet to land on the edge of the film capital. By pulling several strings, I was able to gain admittance to one ofthe largest studios. When I was inside, I saw a bevy of beauties surrounding their director. I was told that the director. Thomas Hall, was filming his latest pro- duction, 'fThe Southern Belles of Virginia. Further in- vestigation revealed that Tom had deviated from three di- mensional to four dimensional movies. Aiding him in his new venture. as his general manager, was Ronald Barrett. Both of these men appeared unusually happy in their w ork. A bit farther on. .lim Ilodet was busily at work designing the scenery for this same movie. When I left the studios. I took a walk out towards Beverly Hills. A gentle purring behind me revealed a brand new Cadillac, driven by a neatly uniformed chauf- feur. Closer examination of the occupant of the back seat revealed Bob Ladue. I realized that he must have become rich. rich, rich. I thought next that I would like to prove to myself that everything was bigger and better in Texas, and so off I flew to the Lone Star State. As I approached Amarillo. I could see below me a rodeo in progress. so I commanded my carpet to descend. Everyone was talking of the greatest rider of the rodeo, who even now was clinging tenaciously to the back of a bucking broncho. The man next to me said that the name of this famous cowboy was Ifld Bailey and that he had gotten all his training by riding the mechanical horse in the Fishman store in St. Albans. Upon leaving Amarillo, I passed over miles and miles of empty space until I saw a lone house. I wondered what one house would be doing in the middle of nowhere. so I landed near the mansion to find out who lived in it. I was quite surprised to see Bill Remillard walk out the front door. When I asked him what he was doing out here he said that he had struck oil and had retired on the money he had made. He also said that he owned 60,000 acres of land, three planes, and four Cadillaes. What surprised me most was the fact that he had been watching the rodeo, which was thirty miles away, through a pair of very power'- ful field glasses. Airborne once again, I passed over Parr is Island where some Marines were sweltering in the hot noon-day sun. Closer examination of the workers revealed Iloward Dodds. When I had landed and talked with him, I learned that he was a captain. I also found out that it wasn't Howard who had been working but some other poor recruits who were being taught the fundamentals of Marine rule. As I sailed along over Atlantic City, I could see that the Miss America contest was in progress. I hovered over the line of beautiful girls just long enough to notice that the head judge was Arnold Perron. I realized now that I must bring my trip to an end. so I traveled hastily towards New York City. I could not bring myself to pass Yankee Stadium without seeing what was going on. As I approached. I noticed a ball sailing over thc center field fence, and a few moments later a disconsolate pitcher left the mound. That player looked familiar. Of course, it was .Iimmy Fare and who was that coming in at home plate for the Red Sox? It was none other than Vernard Picard, As I left the sta- dium and sailed towards the center of New York, I was intercepted by a plane that was piloted by Airman Carl Benham. So close came the plane that I was in grave danger of falling from my rug. i As evening approached, I saw the lights of Madison Square Garden come on. I noticed that wrestling was featured for the evening. Once I was on the inside, the grunt and groan artists were already at their faking. Not knowing who the wrestlers were, I asked the person next to me for this information. Imagine my surprise when he turned out to be Ronald Toof. He told me that he was now President of the Little League Association of America. In answer to my question as to who the wrestlers w ere, he remarked that they wrestled under the names of Sevochi the Great and the Great Ogota, but in real life they went by the name of Dennis de Montigny and Carl Elwood. This was not too great a shock to my system. for they had alway been interested in this sort of thing. On my way back to my hotel room, I saw blazing in lights the name of Theodore Bachmann. Why shouldihis name be up in lights? I looked around me and saw that I was standing in front of the Metropolitan Opera House and that Ted was singing the lead in Figaro. The next morning I delivered my magic carpet to the office of J. C. Penney himself. My original mission was ac- complished, but in addition I had had the opportunity of having a glance into the lives of classmates with whom I had associated during four happy and eventful years at B. F. A. As I w as leaving the offices, I met Pat Fitzgerald who was a secretary there. I told her of all the boys I had seen and asked her if she had kept in contact with the girls of our graduating class. She told me she had and would be very glad to tell me about them. It was with great enthusiasm I took a journey through different sections of the United States. My main objective was to locate some of my former classmates and inquire as to their occupations health, etc. This is what I found: My trip started from St. Albans by bus to Burlington. While enroute to the Queen City of Vermont, I became aware of two or three different girls on the bus who looked vaguely familiar. At closer range I was amazed to find Lise Duval. Kathleen Riley, and Vera Dacey, all enroute back to Burlington where, they told me, they were nurses. As wc sat there talking and reminiscing, the bus came to a sudden halt and the doors opened only to admit the same old, giggling and dramatic-what was her name--oh yes, I remember, Claire Chevricr. lVith a slap on the back as she recognized mc. she told me she was just going to Burlington to shop for the day. Once in Burlington, I decided to shop around a bit myself' before my bus left. VValking down Church Street, I entered a dress shop where I found .Ioyce Hemingway, .lanet Ovitt, Janie I airba.nks, and Agnes Macia-all sales clerks. The dress shop was successfully conducted by none other than Lillian Leduc, whose screeching Cadillac came to an abrupt stop in front of the store just as I was leaving. Ilowever, I had to watch the amazing sight as Lillian's chauffeur helped her out of the car and her sweeping furs swept pass me. I also met Sue White and Sylvia ltand who were con- ducting a ladies wrestling team. They were quite the terrific pair. By this time l was ready to leave once more, so I piled

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14 B. E A. Mercury caggwiIwaicwIwetcwiivceteavilvsetcwivmicrwiwetcwimeicwi.woYcwiMeYc'w..veo'fow..vpf5ge3 t' ' Glass fzophecml - r:7tiC,4A1IsapiensIieaaicwlIswineIIsegicgaaIlseogcaaIIsegieaaIlswggwllswgcwilwagcpallewgwalldjjij Jon Sanborn and Patricia Fitzgerald In the year 1963, I was seated in a luxurious Pan American Clipper, which was to take me from La Guardia Airport to Mecca, Arabia. As I felt the ship move, I checked my wallet once again to see that I had the bank draft of 150,000 dollars, signed by J. C. Penney himself , with which I had been instructed to purchase the most famous and most talked about Arabian rug in the world. I put the bank draft back in my pocket and tried to get a few hours of sleep before I should start my search and endless bargaining for this precious rug. As I entered a dingy shop, I realized that I was not the first to come in quest of this rug, for a tall, dark man was already bartering with the owner. Where had I heard that voice before? A stray shaft of light revealed the young man's face and to my amazement I recognized Gerald Coon, whom I later found out was representing the Wool- worth Company. Naturally it did not take me long to outbid the Woolworth Company, and in a moment I was the owner of the most fabulously beautiful rug in the world. I hurried back to the hotel and spread the rug on the Hoor. As I was kneeling on it, I muttered to myself that I could hardly wait to fly back home with my precious possession. As I uttered the word fly . the rug rose from the fioor and swooped out through the open window into the bright sunlight. I now realized that I had purchased no common rug, but one which possessed the qualities of the magic carpets of the days of the Arabian nights. Little did I dream that before the rug would be placed in the hands of J. C. Penney, I would see all of the boys in the class of 1953. As I sped westward, I noticed below me a snowy slope where people seemed to be skiing. At the command of down, my carpet descended quickly. The first skier whom I recognized was Andrea Mead Lawrence. I heard her ask some friends to come and see her young son and his two fine ski instructors. Curious as to who they might be, I followed along. As I came nearer, I was startled to recognize Tom Pierce and Keith Gould patiently instruct- ing Andreafs little ten year old son. As I was beginning to feel chilly, I stepped back upon my rug and headed to- wards France. Never having seen Paris, I gently dropped onto the main business street. I was very surprised to find that a new AcizP market was being opened. A loud-speaker an- nounced that the manager of the supermarket was going to officially open the store for business. A suave, dark gentleman stepped forward to cut the ribbon. Of course I should have known it. This man was none other than Maurice Bouchard. Realizing that I must continue my journey back to America, I once again took to the air and headed across England, out over the Atlantic. Horrors! what was this catastrophe below me? I hovered over two battleships which had rammed into each other. A tremendous burst of censorable language was flying between the two ad- mirals. Were my eyes deceiving me or were those men in their spotless uniforms David Berry and John Bushey? Suddenly there was a horrible shriek and a man came from below decks, closely followed by a naval dentist with a pair of forceps in his hands. My guess was correct. The dentist was Raymond Gaboury and the unfortunate sailor was Bernard Rivers. After seeing these three boys, my curiosity was aroused as to whether any boys had stayed in Vermont. As I ap- proached St. Albans, I once again saw B. F. A. But who was that telling some students to keep off the grass? It was none other than Frank Nardine, who was now principal of his alma mater. I landed on the ground and asked Frank if any other boys had stayed in St. Albans. He answered that Arthur Comstock had just opened another Hefflon store in Enosburg Falls. Donald Bombard, so he told me, was still a private First Class in the National Guard, but expected a promotion any day. Bob Longway happened to pass by just then, and he told me that he had just re- ceived an advancement in the Sears-Roebuck Company. He was no longer an assistant stock boy, but the head stock-boy at the local mail order office. I headed north once again and this time my destina- tion was Ottawa, Canada. My magic carpet landed near the entrance of the Parliament Buildings. Upon entering the offices of the official representative of the United States government, I recognized none other than Milford Denner. I was told in Ottawa that I should visit the World's Fair in Chicago which had o ened just a week before. When I arrived at the fair groundrsi, I went over to the champion prize stock exhibits. I was not at all surprised to find the names of Robert Thibault and Gordon Boomhower among the owners of the most valuable of this stock. A loud cackling of chickens attracted my attention to the prize poultry. The foremost name among the owners was none other than that of John Jean. A loud wailing of sirens turned my feet towards the mid-way. As I approached the entrance, I saw just inside the gate the trailer of the manager. On the door of this trailer was written in gilt letters the name of ROBERT TATRO. The crowd seemed attracted to the cycle-drome, where the chief performer was just about ready to begin his act. As he circled closer and closer up the steep sides of the cycle-drome, I recognized Max Trepanier. That afternoon I went to the stock car races. One of the drive1's who captured the most prizes and who had the fastest car proved to be Richard Sears. While I was watch-

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16 B. R A. Mercury into my bus and relaxed for a while. However, not for long. You can imagine my surprise when I turned around and saw Nancy Alexander, and Eleanor Smart, with them was Shirley Aldrich in a blue and white uniform. Nancy was in the process of one of her famous sneezes. Eleanor had dyed her hair blonde, and Shirley was in the Navy. She told me she couldn't keep trace of Jim any other way. The next day I arrived in New York City. I checked into an hotel as I wanted to stay and see the sights. The first thing, of course, that I wanted to tour were the stores. Walking down Broadway, I was attracted by a sign which read HGrace McGowan, School for Opera Singers. En- tering the huge building, which was elaborately decorated, I found Gracie, perched on a piano, condutcing her classes which consisted of several students. Among them were Jean McMahon and Madonna Paquette. They were quite surprised to see me and Gracie told me that Nancy Foster was condutcing a School of Dramaticsn a few blocks down Broadway. After talking with the girls, I started for Nan- cy's Dramatic School. IIowever, I was detained. As I passed a huge department store, a dress in the window at- tracted me and I went into the store to price it. Walking around the counter, I -heard a familiar, 'fWell, now Imag- ine Quickly turning around, I saw Sue Larow trying on a Silver Fox Coat. She told me she was a retailer in New York and did some modeling on the side. She was the same old Sue. She looked as if she had done quite well for herself as she, too. was cruising around in a bright yellow Cadillac. I then proceeded to visit Nancy. After much search- ing and inquiring, I saw in the distance a large neon sign which read, f'The Nancy Foster School of Dramaticsu. Upon the entering the building, I found Wanda Martinson as Nancy's private secretary and assisting her Joyce Good- win, Dorothy Kenyon, Christine Rice, and Barb La Pan. Nancy told me she was working on a production for Holly- wood. Part ofthe cast consisted of Nancy Catlin, Milly Swisler, Jeannette Bilodeau, and Sue Gaines. The next day I was on my way to Washington. This is a city I had always wanted to visit. Of course, the first place I headed for was the White House and the Capitol. A guide told me that if I would return that afternoon a group of tourists would be allowed to visit the White House and other points of interest. That afternoon I returned and began an interesting tour through our Capitol. As I passed through an office I saw a sign on a large desk which read, Private, Miss Pat Finn, Secretary. Pat was busy taking shorthand from Preisdent Eisenhower, who incidentally was still in office. She hardly even recognized me, but at last, after wracking her memory, she recalled me vaguely. The afternoon passed quickly and before I knew it, almost a week had gone. During this time, I had seen practically all the girls of my Senior Class. I still had some surprises in store though. Continuing on down through the Southern States, I visited Florida. Here I was pleasantly surprised to see Carol and .Ioan Bisson and Pauline Montague on the street one day. They were wearing white unifo1'ms and so I im- mediately knew they had become the nurses they had plan- ned to be while they were in school. They told me they were supervisors of a hospital in Florida, and had been nursing for three years. WVhile driving along the residential section, I passed by a beautiful white mansion surrounded by live oak trees. A huge sign read, The Dew Drop Inn, Home for the Aged and Decrepit. I learned upon further investigation that the place was capably managed by Romona Mayhew. Romona was seated in her private garden fanning herself with a huge palm. I stopped and chatted with her for a time. That evening, in reading a local paper, I noticed a huge advertisement which read, Horse Show, featuring Joyce Bushey and her famous black stallion. Well, I thought, another classmate of mine. The show was sche- duled for the next day and so I decided to go. While attending the show, I noticed a girl sitting below me who looked very familiar. When she, at last. turned around, I knew that it was Carolyn Urquhart. In spite of dark glasses, a sweeping hairdo, false eyelashes. and a mink coat, I recognized Carolyn immediately. I later learned from Joyce that Carolyn was the wealthy owner of a huge traveling cranival. At that particular time her main attraction was Maxine Mossey. Of course, I had to spend one evening at the carnival. My, how that Maxine had changed. Back once more at my hotel, I couldn't believe that I had seen practically all the girls of my graduating class. 'There were only a few I hadn't seen. The next day, I started back for Vermont. This time I decided to take a plane, as I had never flown before. This day revealed more surprises. As I was reading a newspaper someone tapped me on the shoulder. It hap- pened to be Renee Vallee who was on her way back to St. Albans, too. She had been in Chicago participating in a girls' basktsball tournament, and she was carrying a large gold trophy which announced her the highest scorer. Pat Ovitt was with her. Josephine Webster happened to be the airline hostess. At first I failed to recognize her, but when she smiled, I knew that it had to be 'f.Io and it was. Josephine owned her own private plane as well. As I had a slight delay, I decided to visit Boston. Walking past several stores and shops, annoyed by the heat and bustling crods, I decided to stop for a soda. About two flights of stairs up from the main floor, 1ny at- tention was caught by a sign which read. My Chief Delight is Pulling Teeth. Come In My Friend, The Aching VVill Cease. Below the sign hung a mammoth set of teeth and the name of Miss Patricia Prouty. Upon talking with Patty she told me that her chief assistant was Marjorie Blow. I saw Marjorie later on that day. Well, back to have my soda. After finishing my soda, I co ntinued my tour. I must have walked for nearly an hour when finally I decided to stay at a tourist home. I was greeted at the door by a girl whom I knew I had seen before. After observing her for some time, I knew that she was Joyce Hogan. Joyce explained that she was quite successful in her tourist business. I also learned that Nan- cy Rich was a tourist as well. After talking with Nancy, she told me that she owned the Empire State Building in New York City and part of Radio City. I assumed that she was on vacation here in Boston. Thus I was ready to go back to Vermont. I felt quite satisfied with myself as I had been successful in locating every girl of my Senior Class back in 1953. One can never tell what the future will bring, but wouldn't it be interesting to compare ourselves and what we are doing to our Senior Class Prophecy when the year 1963 does roll around?