Black River High School - Banner Yearbook (Ludlow, VT)

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Donnie Goodell is now an official ham-operator, communicating with earth from the planet Mars. Don Ackley is the owner of the Transcontinental Airways. There has never been a crash, because of the marvelous guidance of the First pilot, Charlie Smith. He has a cute little air stewardess, too. Why, Pat Blood, this is a surprise! We hear that there is a very busy office at BRHS now. Hazel Johnson is book- keeper for Cecilia Allison, who is the first woman principal. It seems she has just engaged a new Home Ec. teacher, Doris Wilkins. Fundamentals were taught by Miss Jones in 1956. Our once reserved Betty Stocker is now a renowned lecturer at Boston University on Public Speaking. We have another teacher in the class. Phyllis Bulley is now teaching English at the University of Mainz, Germany. Ralph Michael was always fond of Chemistry and Physics, and he has just finished computations on the recently discovered Radio Isotope R. Luckily none of our boys were lost in the 3rd World War, but we now have a retired General on pension. Who did he say it was, now? Oh, yes, Elson Johnson. Norm Spaulding always was fond of food, and he is making his living as a food taster. Polly Blanchard (we all remember what a writer she was) is now writing editorials for the New York Daily Eagle. Be sure to read them if you get a chance. Has anyone heard the new hit tune that just came out? It's called Where Is He Who Didn't Come?” written by Shirley Machado. Chester Gates and Pat Billings are partners in a prosperous dairy farm, The Lazy Pasture. Just before we arrived at Dog Patch we saw a beautiful ultra-modern boarding house; the landlady, we understand, is Maureen Gray. There is a new movie that seems to be attracting people all over the nation. Becky Merrill stars in it. The title, The Seven Veils. Let’s go to the movies! ! ! I guess that does it! Thanks, Old Man Moe. I’m sure we are all very much interested and pleased with the information that you have given to us. Thanks again! ! ' fl i Sponsored by JEWELL BROOK WOOLEN CO., Ludlow

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 With special permission from A1 Capp, who is now residing in upper Rubbleovia, we went to Dog Patch to visit the world-renowned prophet, Old Man Moe, to receive predictions for the future of the members of this class of 1956. We now quote them to you for the year 2000. First, he said that Charlie Pierce has a voice instruction studio in Hollywood, Cal. Of course, it's for girls only. We see that Jim Miele is doing pretty well for himself. He owns a chain of Super Markets. Oh, my! What a pity! It seems that Steve Petelle tried out one of Tom Novak's Hot Rod Rockets and is now recuperating from space amnesia. He’s being well taken care of, however, by a charming registered nurse—Mary Foster. This expedition has gotten Sonny Citro and Jit Scales busy at drawing up plans for Inter-Planetary space runway. We understand that Jeanette Witalec is now designer of Paris fashions and Sandy Stryhas runs a beauty salon. Come on, girls, let's give our classmates some business. Gerry O'Connor was always partial to animals. He is now a veterinarian, caring for warm-blooded seals on the Antarctic Circle. Our basketball player, Tom Perrino, will still be going strong as he enters his second year as top scorer for the Universe Trotters. We all thought Don Graves would sell Buicks, but now it seems he has discovered a uranium mine in Montreal and doesn’t have to work. Let's see! Jean and Joan Wortman and Shirley Wheeler are doing basic training in the WAFS. What’s this? Mildred Pierce is their leader! Come on, girls, step it up! Johan Naess received a degree as an electrical engineer and is now working in the G. E. Ocean Station. Christie Bradley, it seems, liked Plymouth so well that she has a little novelty shop there. We also see that she has a new perfume on display, Grabbo, invented by Bun Green, to lure men. The prophet recommended that we go to Carnegie Hall to rhe concert on Novem- ber 16, 2000. It seems that Phyllis Washburn is to be the concert pianist. We also have a couple of our boys on Broadway. Paul Brown and Larry Baker are Broadwav street sweepers. We wonder if they got their start back in BRHS. Sponsored by SCHMIDT LUMBER CO., Ludlow —26—

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Last Will and Testament Wc, the Senior Class of Black River High School, being of sound bodies and sane minds, wish to make public our last will and testament. First, to the Freshmen we leave our wonderful memories of our four years in high school. To the Sophomores we advise getting together as much as possible outside of school, having as many parties as we did, and having as much fun s we did. Last but not least, we leave this five-cent piece to the Junior Class to put in their treasury. Hope that they have as much fun on their class trip as we did. DON ACKLEY—To Jay Hall I leave my ability to play the guitar. If nothing else wins them, this will, Jay. CECILIA ALLISON—I leave my long walk to school to Bev White. You need it living so near the school. LARRY BAKER—I leave my English grammar book to Steve Tucker, with the hope that you do better with it than I did. PAT BILLINGS—To Joyce McCarty I leave my pretty eyes. POLLY BLANCHARD—I leave all my cards, letters, list of hotels and tour companies from New York, to Sandra Field. You may be able to use them next year. PAT BLOOD—I will my rosy complexion to Jane Ellison. Here is a bottle of rouge to help, Jane. CHRISTIE BRADLEY—I leave my tallness to Lynda Tucker. PAUL BROWN—To Richard Harrison I leave my master-key. Come down and study anytime, Rich. PHYLLIS BULLEY—I leave my willingness to work for my class to Ed Ferguson. ANTHONY CITRO—I leave my car to Joe Francavilla for rides to school next year. MARY FOSTER—I leave my car keys to my sister, Bev, so she can get to school on time. CHESTER GATES—To Brady Howarth I leave my ability to go steady. DON GRAVES—I leave my Buick salesmanship to George Benson. MAUREEN GRAY—I leave my naturally wavy hair to Dorothy Van Guilder. You won't have to put your hair up every night. Dot. FLORENCE GREEN—I leave my pickled appendix to Barb Jaird. Now you won't have to dig up your lawn for fishing bait. DON GOODELL—I will my sense of humor to David Merrill. Here is a book of Jokes for you to sharpen up with. ELSON JOHNSON—I leave Dave Bryant a package of razor blades. Now you won't have that five o'clock shadow. HAZEL JOHNSON—I will my laugh to Tim Bruso. Live a little, Tim! SHIRLEY MACHADO—I will my shyness to Dolores Greven. Sponsored by NATIONAL SURVEY, Chester —28- Sponsored by PUTNAM DINER, Chester