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

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10 B. F. A. Mercury since we had left headquarters . . . and the University where Dr. Cummings had many friends and might be expected to tum up if he returned to the Planet Fairfield. Neither the hospital nor the university had turned up anything, but Lynn and I did get a lead on more members of our graduating class. The superintendent of the hos- pital was Eunice Story, and her assistants were Marion Preston and Jean Willett. Laurel Phelps was the hospitalls x-ray technician. fLynnJ The University of Outer Space Was directed by its president, Dr. Wayne A. Jarvis, who had achieved fame by publishing his revolutionary system of mathe- Iarvis System, two plus two could mathematician wished it to equal. matics. Under the equal anything the The immediate result was to make mathematics a much more popular subject in schools throughout the universe. Also at the university as the head of the Education De- partment was Prof. Loretta Leduc. The professor of Air Science at the school was that genuis of Hight, Dr. Richard Renfrew. And the university had a guidance director, too . . . Robert Hojaboom. Cjeanl Well, that about ends the story because just before we were to take off and return to earth we got the news that Dr. Cummings had arrived back on the Planet Fairfield, safe and sound. Ho had indeed been lured off his route back to the earth by a space siren named Irene Fontaine, just as Larry Martinson had hinted. However, two things prevented' the incident from becoming serious. First, Dr. Cummings was far too devoted to his Fairfield research to be detracted from it for long. And secondly, it seemed that Martinson himself had taken a personal interest in the space siren, and she had subsequently lost interest in the good doctor. fLynnJ And so our spaceship headed out into the night and back toward earth. We had gotten about halfway home when we spotted a bright light ahead. At first we thought it was just an ordinary star, but as we approached we realized it was a spaceship restaurant. So we stopped for one last cup of coffee. The place was called The Space Dairy Barn and, sure enough, its owner was Bar- bara Fairbanks. Barb laughed as only Barb can when we told her about the investigation. lBothl But, honestly, we donft understand why she laughed. And we donft understand why you have been laughing. It's all been true . . . every word we've been saying. You do believe us, donlt you. You must believe us . . . nobody here will . . . you've just got to . . . Oh, say, we hax'en't told you about ourselves yet . . Well there really isnlt very much to tell . . . Wc,re very happy here . . . they take good care of us . . . What is it they call this place? Oh. yes, I think itfs the Shadyhaven Rest Home For The Mentally Incurable . . . - The End - Senior Thespians Won Willson Cup W 1 T H THE POT BOIlER THE CAST First row, l. to l',1Hkll'l'lCt Garceau, Gael Boardman, Catherine Chagnon and Jeannette Thibault. Second row, l. to r.-Janet Garvin, Nancy Bovat, Buzzy Sylvester, -lean VVillett, Buzzy Monaghan. Vhird I'0XN-'-CCl10Yll'Vt' Iloward, jean Bushey, Torn Cummings, Gail Bishop. Laurel Phelps, Pat Ladd, Lynn XVood, Beverly Clark.

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B. F. A. Mercury 9 fLynnJ Our pilot on the space ship was the United States Space Command,s leading flier, Wayne Sweeney. VVayne's co-pilot was Robert Phenix, The pretty airline hostess was Pat Ladd. Since this was a top priority in- vestigation, there also were a number of top rank'ng officials going to the Planet Fairfield with us. Among them was the Director of U.S. National Defense, General Richard Wilson, who was accompanied by his secretary, Alice Comstock. We had a short chat with General Wilson and learned that another member of our class was on his staff - Jeannette Thibault was the head of the Womcn's Division of the Space Cadets. Cjeanl We landed at the Fairfield Airport, and, as we were walking through the waiting room toward thc street, I thought I recognized a couple of familiar faces. Sure enough-it was Gail Bishop and Shirley Anstey, who told us that they were happily married and were waitfng for their husbands who were Fairfield Air Force officials and would he coming in on a ship due any minute. Lynn and I agreed that if we were going to get a story about the mysterious disappearance we would have to contact the head of the Fairfield Security Defense Department, Paul Waite. When we got to Paulfs office, we found Reg Godin there. Reg, it seems, was the head of the Space FBI, and he was getting all the facts that he could from Paul before proceeding with the investiga- tion. Regis secretary, who sat across the room taking notes on the conversation, turned out to be Marolyn Gillilan. iLynnl Reg finished his talk with Paul and asked us if we would like to go along with him to question some people that he had reason to believe knew something about the mystery. Naturally, we said yes. Our first stop was Curley Cantellls Gambling Casino and Night- club -an establishment run by Mike Cantell. Mike told Reg that he would like to be of some help, but he knew nothing about the mystery. While Reg was interrogating some of Mikeis employees, we heard the sound of a familiar melody coming from another room in the casino. fjeanl The tune was The Lullaby of Interplanetary Spacelandv and the smooth tones of a talented trombone could be heard above the sounds of the rest of the band. You've guessed it . . . It was Fred Norton and His Solar System Six , featuring piano soloist Jean Bugbee and vocalist Connie Boivin. Fred and his band were com- pleting a two weeks engagement at Cantell's Casino before returning to the Earth to appear on Ed Sullivan's Toast of Terra Firmai' television show. fLynnQ XVe left Fred and went back to find out what Reg was doing just in time to see him talking to a dark- haired, intriguing-looking woman dressed entirely in black. The woman was the hostess at the casino, the mysterious Woman in Blackn, Shirley Cota. Shirley. in keeping with her fame as a person of intrigue, refused to coloperate in the slighest with the investigating officers. So the procedure was halted while Reg sent back to headquarters for an expert to handle the situation. ijcanj XVliile we waited, I happeiied to notice a copy of the local newspaper, and since I had some time on my hands, I decided to look through it. My eyes landed on a headline which read, U.S. Agricuture Experts Arrivev. Reading down through the story I learned that the Planet Fairfield was having difficulty developing soil conditions favorable for productive growing. So the Fairfield govern- ment sent for the Earth's top experts. The group consisted of Bill Bronson, Raymond Deso, Rene Montcalm, and Ierry Yates. And right next to the agriculture story I found a series of pictures covering the Miss Universe and Mr. Universe contests that had concluded the night before. I was pleased, but not really too surprised, to see that Connie Kinney had been chosen Miss Universe. But the real surprise came when I looked at the Mr. Universe pictures. There was the winner-tall, muscular, and debonair-Charley Church. fLynnl When I spotted jean with the paper, I asked for the sports section. There at the top of the page was a big picture of the United States Open Champion golfer, Dwane Moore. The accompanying story said that Dwane had come to Fairfield on an exhibition tour. And at the bottom of the page I found another picture and story which interested me. It showed the first woman jockey ever to win the Kentucky Derby, Linora McEnany. Linnie won the derby on a horse called Baton',. I looked through the rest of the sports items and then started to return the paper to Iean when something on the back page caught my eye. It was a theatre ad. In the center of the ad was a picture of Nancy Bovat. Above the picture it said, In her biggest and best picture yet, we are proud to present Scarlet Bovatv . . . and below the picture the ad continued, in janet Garvinis prize-winning story- EAST OF GEORGIA? Qeanl By this time the expert from headquarters that Reg had called had arrive, and it turned out to be none other than Betty Casavant, who held down the job of head of the Women Space Detectives. Betty immedi- ately began the task of questioning Shirley Cota, but it wasn't much use. The Mystery Woman wasn't talking, and Reg and Betty finally gave up. So we went on down the street to see some more people that might be able to help us. fLynnl Our next stop was a bowling alley and pool hall, run by Alan Hodet and Dick Peters. It was reported to he the meeting place of some suspicious characters who might know something about the disappearance of Dr. Cummings. However, both Alan and Dick said that they knew nothing about the mystery. It was at this moment that a familiar figure walked into the room. It was the interplanetary playboy, the suave bachelor with a girl on ever planet, Larry Martinson. Larry gave us our first lead in the case when he suggested that Dr. Cummings might have been lured off the route home- ward. VVhen we asked Larry about his information, hc declined to explain except to say that his bodyguard could verify his story. Ueanl Before carrying our investigation back along the route to the earth, we decided to make a last minute check at two places, the hospital . . . in the event that Dr. Cunmiiiigs might have been injured and sent there

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B. F. A. Mercury 11 CLASS O9 IVE, the Class of 1956, being of sound body and somewhat sane mind, do hereby bequeath and pass on to our posterity, these our meager and well worn possessions. FIRSTLY-To the Iunior Class, we leave our ability to fool around in English class and still accomplish something. SECONDLY-TO the Sopliomorc Class, we leave our outstanding ability, scholastically, intellectu- ally, and athletically, hoping they will grasp and absorb the importance and necessity of sustaining these qualities throughout the rest of their high school career. THIRDLY-To the Freshman Class, we leave our honesty, integrity, and seriousness of purpose. FOURTHLY-'TllOllgll this is not the 364,000 question, to deserving individuals, we do hereby make the following bequeaths: Item I-Lynn VVoocl leaves his ability to get along with Miss lVitters to all underclassmen thinking of taking math. Itcm 2-Beverly Clark leaves her freckles to Squirt Moore. fAs if he needs themj Item 3-Dick Peters leaves his seat in shorthand, and hopes that no boy will be as unlucky as he was to be the only boy in shorthand class. Item 4-To loan Aldrich, Phyllis Gliclclen leaves her bottle of peroxide!! Item 5-Lewis Meunier wills to Danny Morton a trust fund of two cigarettes a day through- out his senior year. Item 6-jean Bulcerxleaves the road to Swanton to Carol Simmons. Item 7-Robert Iones wills his nickname Nose', to Tony Varricchione. Itcm 8-Irene Fontaine leaves her swing and WILL nickname of SWivy,' to Pat Trucleau. Here's hoping she enjoys it more than Irene did. Item 9-Bazzy Sylvester leaves his quietness and modesty to Robert Sanborn. Item I0-Ioan Baker wills her ability to give speeches at pep rallies to Danny Morton. Item II--Jerry Yates leaves his tardy slips in Mr. Sunderlandis oilice to Deany Paquette. Item I2-To Kay Ready, jean IVillet leaves her diet book. Item 13-Barbara Fairbanks leaves her laugh to Libby Edwards. Item 14-Marion Rich leaves her nickname, Cannonball,' to Sue Morton. Item I5-Bob Harley leaves his almost brand new mature ways to jimmy Arnold. Bob never got much use out of them. IN YVITNESS WHEREAS, we have hereunto subscribed our name this 13th day of June in the year Nineteen Hundred and Fifty-Six. -THE Cmss or 1956 VV itnessecl by: MR. O. U. GROUCH, residing at Blackacres, Ohio MRS. U. R. CRAZY, cfo The Insane Asylum, Waterberry, Vermont Miss I. B. GOLD, residing at Los Vagas, Nevada research lawyers- AHTHUR MONAGHAN, EUNICE STORY courtroom lawyers- Toxl Cummmcs, Pwr Iitxun