Brattleboro Union High School - Colonel Yearbook (Brattleboro, VT)

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Ill- Tl-IE DIAL Oct. 25. To make up for lost time, many shipmates tried to bring their salaries up to normal by working hard during the last week, since we are paid according to our accomplishments. Many received general and super bonuses. Nov. 30. We were given our first short shore leave, ac- companied by much feasting not uncommon to this season. Dec. 3. Most of the crew survived the festive ordeal, and came aboard without the aid of stretchers. Dec. 21. Reaching port for a short stay, we toiled weary miles to spend our last few well-worn bills on our dear loved ones back home. fan. 3. Admiral Wiggin had a hard time reassembling . his fleet after such an enjoyed stop. Gossip reports that Burton Gregg went on a gingerale binge. Jan. 23. We finally reached our destination, and began unloading the cargo of knowledge picked up along the route. Each man was paid according to the cargo he carried. jan. 29. We weighed anchors and began the return voyage, loading our holds and fo,c'sle with bales of kinetic facts of education. Feb. 16. We entered the harbor of a small island to rest for a week, and to recharge our energy batteries. We also refueled with sea food on Freddie Nims's advice that it honed the edge of one's brain. fThis item was unknown by the class immediately following us.j Mar. 23. We entertained the Senior officers and crew with a dance, to introduce better feeling between classes, and to repay them for their good advice at the rope pull. june 5. Having been warned of an approaching typhoon by the weather man, we started making ready. The days sizzled by unnoticed, 'till we started to awake to the fact that the storm was scheduled in a couple of days. Durward Chamberlain, with an abyss in his abdomen, was scared nearly sick at the thought of exams. With much cramming and battening of hatches, we awaited the storm. After a wild scramble of eggs, we counted out only a few casualties. june 20. At last assembly we collected report cards, and in a joyful daze, that comes from a realized hope, we imagined ourselves occupying the second deck alone with the Seniors. We had reached home port again. The following members are highly commended: johnny Heald, the only sophomore on either semester super honor roll, Bettie Tasker, sole dial boarder, Kerm Baker, track, Harold Blodgett, baseball, Georgie Broutsas, base- ball, Paul Burnham, track, Danie Chase, tennis and hockey, Ed Dunklee, hockey, Jackie Emery, tennis, Bill Holden, track, Stan juscen, football, basketball, and baseball, Bill Lindsey, baseball, Pepper Martin, football and track, Henry Merrill, hockey, Bob Moore, football, hockey, and baseball, George Sprague, football, and hockey, Beanie Tudor, basketball, Sylvia Brockington and Lucinda Hamilton, girls' basketball, and last, Bur- ton Gregg, on general principles. Since all those listed in sports are only the letterman, one can see how im- portant we were. Other classes will find difficulty in equalling that record. -Robert Chapin Junior Year Al1ashore! After two short blasts from the ship's whistle, we pulled away from the dock and steamed out into the foggy night. The whole trip was a foggy one for many of our fellow sailors, and many of them still seem to be in a haze. Suddenly, we were startled by a hair-raising com- motion. Turning, we looked through the saloon door-- there on the bar stood Mr. Leitsinger, leading the Rhythm Boys' jazz Band. In the corner, Snookie-Bunn Burnham was rolling to town on the drums, and Brownie,,' alias Bennie Goodman, was being mopped around the floor by his red-hot clarinet. Betsey White was helping Beverly Jennings hold down the heavy corner, and in spite of all of the off-tune sour notes and her diminutive size, our Betsey certainly has sax appeal. Durward Chamberlain was so wrapped up with his music that he let Carter Jones beat him through their theme song Bassology. Although it was a great victory for Carter, it took him three whole days to gain back the lost circumference of his solar plexus. After this, the music from the blaring tin horns became so dissonant that we thought we had interrupted a practice hour, so we left for the swimming pool to wash away our muddy rhythm. There, we found Guy DeLottinville still holding down the Freshie's side of the rope. Guy must be afraid of the water, or else he wants to join the Five Year club, whose motto, by the way, is UB. H. S. For- ever. Feeling a sense of emptiness in our stomach, we rushed to the lunch counter. We found that the new Student Council had been doing some dirty work and had placed officers at the entrances and exits. The pick and take system had been eliminated by a rail, which permitted only one person at a time. The new patrol officers, juscen, Mitchell, Burnham and Delling, placed on the outside deck, were ready at all times to protect the little Freshmen from the dangers of the cruel world. These officers deserve much credit for their ability to take mother's little monkey's from their nurses without a whimper from their infant mouths. Many of the sophs have changed their minds of wanting to be G-men, and now they want to possess the perseverance of Eric Delling, who is finding it difficult to work higher. From the deck, we went up into the control room and found out who was in charge of our ship. The skipper of our tugboat was none other than Fred Nims. Betsey White, his First Mate, was always ready to take the helm and to steer us on the straight and narrow path fthe path which most of the sophomores and freshmen have never

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CLASS HISTORY Freshman Year AME an afternoon of discovery and then our first day C when we realized that we had actually become a part of the Brattleboro High School, even if we were at the time a slightly ignorant part. We had our doubts, for we expected the usual mistakes in the traffic officers' fund of knowledge. On the following Wednesday, we flocked to the main room and sincerely regretted not bringing telescopes to ascertain the few seats which were so kindly left us. Though no shoehorns were available, we finally man- aged, with the aid of Mr. Chaffey, to squeeze into the allotted space. I mustn't forget the tremendous applause with which we were greeted. We hadn't realized that we were quite so popular. Of course, we overlooked the chance remarks which could be heard on the side. First on the program, a welcome was given by Bob Burnham, president of the S. A. S., after which Mr. Miller arose and disclosed to us his theme song, so familiar to the upperclassmen, How come you due me like you dues ? We now wonder why they didn't reply with an- other little tune, such as Tormented! Next, our attention was turned to Rick Graves, who reminded the boys of a little straining business which needed to be attended to on the following Friday. This day proved to be very convenient, for we suspect that some of our more brilliant Q ?j sophomores came up from under with a handful of supper, meaning Friday fish. That evening the braver members of our class blos- somed out socially and ventured to the Community Build- ing to listen to a broadcast presented by the Seniors. The fact that a member of our own class was a part of it made us quite proud, indeed. The heroes of the afternoon were then invited to push back the chairs, after which dancing followed. In spite of the competition from the Legion Drum Corps below, we enjoyed it and felt properly initiated for the year. Next was the business of class ofiicers, so a meeting was held and, as a result, Paul Burnham was chosen president, Betsey Hall, vice-president, Sylvia Brocking- ton, secretary, and Charles Whitney, treasurer. Bettie Tasker became Freshman Dial Reporter, while Harriette Wilbur and Robert Goodwin, believing in Art for Art's Sake, were drawn into cutting upl' for the Dial Board. We learned that Mr. Johnston becomes attached to Freshmen particularly, on the one hour or indefinite standard, and that Coach Draghetti has a little bite now and then during athletic contests. Last, but not least, we heard this about Mr. Boylston's popularity as related by that genial gentleman. Quote, When Daniel Webster came to Stratton Mountain, four thousand New England- ers came to see him. When I went there last Saturday, the only things that came to see me were two hedgehogsf' There were many budding young athletes branching into their particular interests. l'Stan juscen started in early to become the only freshman member of baseball. On the hockey squad was Henry Merrill, while the track stars included Paul Burnham, William Holden and Fred Nims. Not to be outdone, the girls also went into sports in a big way. Many took a swing at hockey, some being very proficient in making goals-for the other side! Bettie Tasker, Peg Douglas and Dot Frizzell distinguished themselves in this sport, and in basketball, Peg Douglas gained the squad. We had a good number on the general honor roll and several succeeded in the superstandard, the latter smart- iesi' being Harriette Wilbur, Bettie Tasker, Fred Nims, john Heald, Betty Stevens and Grace Weaver. As the last days of the year appeared, we found our- selves looking forward to the time when we would be- come sophomores, and would no longer have to be dubbed Freshmen -Beirey Hall Sophomore Year Log of B. H. S. '36 trying to sail above the high Cs. Course chartered by Captain Fredyums Henrickson, B. H. S. N. g First officer, Dorothy johnson, Second ofiicer and Log Keeper, Margaret Douglas, Purser and Quarter- master, John Heald. Sept. 6. We left home port in the gray of dawn, ex- skipper Burnham aboard as pilot, with all hands in strong spirits. Sept. 7. We encountered our first strong head winds and homework assignments as forecasted by the Weather Bureau. Sept. 21. Having challenged the innocent newcomers, we cleared the decks for action, with a little well-aimed advice from the veteran Chamberlain. Sept. 22. The jumping pressures of our arterial barometers assured us that something was about to happen. Un- aware of the impending deluge, we beheld the Fates toss their double-faced coin into the ether. Heedless of contrary advice, we steamed toward our astonished adversaries, who gave way rapidly, with surprise. We came, we saw-we should have conqueredlu but we fell into a water trap placed directly in our path. We had received our baptism of defeat. In the highest degree of saturation and humidity, we drizzled our way into dry dock to make the necessary repairs. Oct. 18. Black thunderclouds of fear approached as we realized the short time before the first marking period.

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THE DIAL I5 triedj. His official Logbook scribe and Purser were Betsey Hall and Edward Dunklee respectively. Although we did not have a galley, things were kept hot for any of our classmates who loitered on the way and drifted out into rough seas. Athletes in our class? Well, lim telling you! Eight members received their baseball letters during the year. Five of the huskier fellows played on the first team of parlor rugby. Martin was seen using his head for some- thing else than a place upon which to hang his football helmet during a contest. Well, he certainly was playing a fair and square game. The hockey and track squads had quite a number of our boys participating during their spare time. Mr. Johnston's Physics and Science classes were, as he would say, supersaturated with the stars.,' We have often wondered whether it was the once-a- weekn workouts, or the trips to far-distant places that made Coach Leroy johnstonis M. S. C. fMinor Sport Coachj men scamper so fast. Guess whom we found in the cast of the school play, Another Language! From the reports of the Brattleboro Sewing Circles, we heard that the name gave away the play, all right. Well, there was Durward Chamberlain, R. D. QResurrector of Dead Jokesj, who was the play husband of the white gardenia loverng Eddie fpro- nounce-it-rightj Roberts, was the lovesick adolescent, Bettie Tasker and Coy Shaw were supposed to be the un- equal halves of a quiet, happily married whole. The Junior Prom, our gala event of the year, came when We docked on june 14th, and honored the Queen of the Seasf' The Normandie. An appropriate nautical at- mosphere was created with anchors, lifeboats, and life preservers. The lifesavers were so placed that, if the Prom did go on the rocks, the women and children would have plenty of time in which to slide into the preservers, while the men could go down singing Minnie the Mer- maid, with Smiling Frankie Carle's orchestra playing the accompaniment. Of course, we had reserved two of the cork doughnuts for Hippy Tasker, one for each arm, so that she would be able to get ashore and use her personality to calm and to direct the floundering young men who might later take cramps in the deep sea of life. On june 19th, we cruised back to earth. Our eight- month voyage had been an interesting and enjoyable one. We had felt the importance of being an upperclassman, and we were prepared to sail on the Senior liner 1936, looking forward to new thrills and adventure. -john Dawir Senior Year With a self-assurance known only to seniors, we re- turned on September fourth for our last bumpy ride toward knowledge. True, a few of our colleagues were bounced off and had to be left behind, but for the most part, we hung on for dear life! Many of us are going to dismount now, but a few of those with more courage are still riding high. They intend to stick on, and to travel further into the field of college. Congratulations to you for your courage and luck! As is the usual custom, at the first assembly the fresh- iesn were heartily welcomed, and how we, as Seniors, did look down upon them! Was it possible that the class of '36 had ever been as insignificant as the group now stumbling into the already well-filled main room? The idea was preposterous, though probably true. Shortly after having established ourselves as Mr. Milleris people,', we settled down to the business of electing our officers. We decided that Paul Burnham had sufiicient brains and brawn to lead us through our hazard- ous school year. Betsey White was elected to fill his chair, if, for any reason, he should desert us. john Heald was made class treasurer, and Mary Gembarowski was elected to the task of keeping the minutes of the class meetingsm- in case there were any. The Freshman Blowout was our first frivolous affair. jack Emery, as Fred Allen, conductor of the Town Hall program, entertained the youngsters in great style. Betsey White, as P0rtland,', added to the hilarity. She had with her her little thithter, Lillian Bennett. Thum fun! I'll bet that not many of you realized that we had in our midst a professional snorer--Edouard Roberts, to be specihc! He was not professional enough, however, to complete his exhibition before the interruption of the gong. One must be good to last on the Town Hall Amateur Show! The next act for the amusement of the new students was a selection rendered by the Leather- Lunged Quartet. It seems, however, that one of the members was otherwise engaged-at least, he was quite conspicuous by his absence. The singers, now reduced to three-john Heald, Durward Chamberlain, and Carter jones-adopted the title of The Silver-Tongued Triof' Oh, for the golden tones of a lark! A short pantomime with Betsey Hall, John Heald, Edouard Roberts, and Bettie Tasker, and an artistic dance by Edythe Graves con- cluded the program. The freshies much more gallantly applied themselves to the task of pushing back the chairs than they did to that of dancing to the snappy rhythm furnished by 'ijohnnyi' Semonian and his band. They'll learn! Our showing as officers of the various school clubs, we are happy to say, was excellent. Dorothy johnson held down the position of President of the Alpha Epsilon Club, with Sylvia Brockington as her second, and Hilda Gomez as Treasurer. Businessfthat's the thing! Francis Shaw was elected President of the Dramatic Club, and Dorothy johnson was made Secretary. The Dramatic Club has certainly been up and comingu this year! The plays A Glimpse of Stephen Foster, and part of Treasure Islandi' were broadcast over station WNBX, and The Flower Shopi' was presented for the Order of the Eastern Star. The future stage stars from the class of '36 taking part in these presentations were Betsey Hall, Bettie Tasker, jack Emery, Francis Shaw, john Heald, Dana Chase, Edouard Roberts, Dorothy johnson, Carter jones,