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

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B. F. A.Me1'curv B.F!l. 1952x1953 Bobfwhites lst row: left to right: Peter Bostwif-kg Howard llealdg Harlan Sylvester: How- ard Rhodes, Ed. Bailey, Bill Seguin, Bing Gilbert: Richard Hartmann, David Bell. 2nd row: Ronald Barrette, Mauagerg John Busheyg Ed Winnj Richard Brooks, Thomas Pierce, Arthur Ashton, Robert Brown: Bruce Mayo: Richard Morton, Rudolph Vallee, Bob White, Coach. 31'd row: Thornas McCaulley, Jim Steinhon er: George Brown, Allan Sylvester, William Crocker, Jerry Shepard, Robert Getty, Jackson Boo'.ihowcrg and Bob Guvette, assistant umnager. Charter members from the class of '53 in- clude Shirley Aldrich, Nancy Alexander, Arthur Ashton, Jeannette Bilodeau, Nancy Catlin, Vedra Dacey, Dennis deMontigny, Martha .lane Fan'- banks, Patricia Finn, Susan Gaines, Barbara Ira- Pan, Susan Larow, Lillian Leduc, .lean McMahon Christine Rice, Nancy Rich, J on Sanborn, Carolyn Urquhart, and Renee Vallee. Allied 'Youth Allied Youth Post No. 573 is finishing its second school year and feels proud of the contri- bution made to its life and progress by the 22 seniors who have been members and supported AY. As the school year ends, the post member- ship in good standing numbers 82. Pictured here are seniors whose membership will continue after graduation.

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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?

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B. F. A. Mercury Massals Men 1952 First Row: l. to r.: W. Seguin, W. Buker, R. lirown, XY. Gilbert, ll. Rhodes, Y. Piczird, J. Pure, L. Wood, R. Hartnmn Coach Massa. Second Row: G. Brown, R. Blmnnglnni, KI. I,'l'Ispe1'n11m'e, 'l'. Stzn'r. J. dteinliunr, 'l'. McCanlley. li. Bailey, J. Shepzmrd R. Phenix, R.. Hojabmnn. - Third Row: Asslt. Couch Wllile, S. Mitvliell, D. l u1'Lin, A. lillflspelmimce. D. liell, li. Mayo, R. Cfllzndwick, ll. lluzlld J. BlISlll?N'. Sitting l.-V.: Y. Hill, N. Cnpreii, L, Abare, S. Aldrich, C, Hewitt. C. Nlzxylizml, C. clllflIY1ll6l'll1'1, J. Hogan, P. Davia S. Whifc, S. Yett, l. Harris. Stfindingl.-r.: fl08,Cl1cl0IIll, R.0vitt,P.Prfn1ty, B. Lapan, S. Rand, D. Spear, R. Vallee, E. Smart, M. Swisler, N. McGovern, Manager.