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

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-1 Q ' q' ffflffyffffgffy Z I MQ M53 'ir44'Zi,,4 'MY in 'Silvi- jiiilff ,I X.. ..a--.rw W -',,, A Cuz by Cora Tenen 39 2,4-'jf f -, X' ., . k .livils pf' v- 'g:7-7 - ' - - ' A' - ad 'F' Q cause you want your name on a billboard Your in gets there too often already! Easy now' the road is U rxn v l 53 ,4 1 , , lflllmii- T' J-- lifil I Q - i f . a - 'ra HE white bordered road wound on and on-around bends, up hills, through valleys and over bridges- farther and farther. The little car purred along, hugging the road-side with its drifted banks. Jeweled trees sped by on either side, gently holding their snow decked limbs aloft for the admiration of passers-by. White hills stretched out in the distance, riddled with silhouettes and shadows sketched by a brilliant sun. What a day! and what scenery! With breathtaking awe we gazed at the world around us. Up a steep grade and around a bend we skimmed- the little car and I-expecting new grandeur with every turn. Sure enough, there was a new view awaiting us! But ugh! What a view! Billboards and more billboards stuck up in every direction-hiding beautiful wood scenes, blemishing Nature's countenance! Why must these hideous objects be crowded into such places? What's this? I haven't seen this one before. I can't quite make it all out. Oh, yes, now I can. Why, of all things! Listen to this: Fred Coombs of Brattleboro, a senior at the University of Vermont, was appointed to serve as a member of the publicity committee of the In- ternational Relations Club. Fancy Ending that on a bill- board! Wait a minute, there's more to it: Marshall Helyar, a sophomore at the University, has been promoted from the rank of private to that of Corporal in the R. O. T. C. Battalion at U. V. Well, now, maybe I'll learn some- thing from these billboards, yet. Look, there's another one down yonder. Let's amble along and read its message. There are two attractive look- ing girls on this one-oh, yes, they're familiar all right, having left our high school in the class of '35. Remember Shirley Miller and Marion Coleman? Sure, you do. Shirley is a junior at the University of Vermont, enrolled in the Elementary Education Course. She has been placed on the Dean's list for receiving a B average for the second semester of last year, and Marion, also a junior at U. V. M., was elected secretary of the University French Club. Well, I thought we'd hear from them, sooner or later. C OME on, now, Jennie, don't stall here-just when my curiosity's all aroused. I want to find out what that big sign down in the valley says. You're just jealous, rather slippery in spots. That sign is getting bigger and bigger. Guess it must be important. Sure thing! Listen to this one, Jennie: Charles K. Houghton, a senior at the University of Vermont, at- tended a convention of the American Society of Civil En- gineers held in Boston. He has also been awarded letters in varsity cross-country, having been a prominent man in that sport this year. He was one of the top-scoring men on his team in the Vermont-Harvard rifle match which Vermont won. Then, too, Charlie was a member of the V. C. A. delegation which attended the annual National Student Christian Movement Conference held recently at Miami College in Oxford, Ohio. 'Twould take a good many billboards to write down all of Charlie's ac- complishments, I'm afraid. Wait a minute, Jennie. Don't be in such a hurry! First, you threaten to stop, and now, you want to race. I guess that you're curious, too. Let's investigate that one over there. It looks interesting. Here's what it says: John Davis, a sophomore at the University of Vermont, was recently promoted to the grade of corporal in 'C' com- pany. So far, all of these signs here concern Vermont Uni- versity. Yes, this one does, too. It says that George Brout- sas, Harold Carlson and Frank Taylor earned their numerals in freshman football this season. Wait, that's not all it says. Broutsas and Taylor are also members of the University freshman basketball squad this year. I'm not surprised one bit! After the spectacular way in which those boys entered into high school sports, why shouldn't they show up well? NOW, there's one more sign hereaboutsg we mustn't go by without reading that. Slow down, Jennie, let me get a good look: Sylvia Strand, a sophomore at U. V. M., was selected to sing second soprano in the women's glee club this year. She will also sing second soprano in the University choir. That's all Jennie, there aren't any more signs around here. Perhaps it's just as well. They really do mar the beautiful scenery. I'll bet you a gallon of gas, old girl, that we find more signs within the next quarter mile. You take up the bet? All right, here we go. Hurrah! I won! But it doesn't do me any good-you'll have to have the gas anyway! See? There are two big fContinued on page 211 wi

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Exchange LORRAINE DOUGLASS '38 HE ORACLE, Abington High School, Abington, Pennsylvania, December, 1957. An interesting cover first attracts us to this unique magazine. One thing that especially strikes us about your book is that you certainly exhibit some fine literary ability-and plenty of it! I imagine that we all like to curl up before a fire, hug our knees, and delve into an original story by some youth much like ourselves. Your humor section is extremely different. We question why you have changed the size of type on pages 24 and 25. It is more effective, we believe, to treat the type the same throughout the book. Your artists have displayed some fine cuts. Our favorite cut and poem are those on page 18. Willow is our idea of a poem! This would have made an excellent frontispiece. However, the one which you applied was appropriate to this issue. The article It Could Happen Here is a worthy topic for discussion. The author is perfectly justified in his con- victions. All in all, we surely enjoy your magazine and hope to see many more issues in the future. ff :ia as -r as THE RANGER, Chisholm High School, Chisholm, Minnesota, Christmas, 1957. As the French would say, Tres bien! Tres bien! We have selected your magazine as a topper. Surely this edition deserves the best comments, for we can see that much originality has been adapted to it. First of all, the frontispiece is excellently done and the brilliant colors add considerably to the exultant spirit conveyed by such a Christmas scene. We can't forget to mention your neat linoleum cuts and fine poetry. A suggestion which might make your magazine even superior is that you carry all advertisements over to the very back, instead of dividing the columns with them. A poem which we take a great fancy to is In Winter. Your Reviews are also worth mentioning. We certainly did get interested in Mortgage Your Heart and Radio Review. Students at Chisholm seem to be just as much winter sport enthusiasts as are we in Brattleboro. We of the DIAL hope that you have a successful and prosperous New Year ahead of you, THE SCRIBE, Northbridge High School, Whitins- ville, Massachusetts, December, 1937. Once again we are glad to welcome The Scribe to our Exchange Department. When we turn the iirst page of your magazine, we turn to Life -the surprise pack- age. This poem cleverly depicts life and we agree that it is what you make it! Before we go a step farther, we completely lose our present status and delve into judy's difhculties with her jade Necklace -an exciting tale not at all amateurish. However, our smiles quickly vanish as we commence to read the heart-stirring drama of Bombs over Shanghai -a drama symbolic of present day conditions with all horrors of war. We couldn't help 2 L 2'-5-r - i , H Z D -S V -' I i Y ' tg- llllll it- 7 -HE-ln t4s5i.. .h.......f If -L ft Cut by Marion White '40 LELAND AND GRAY but be amused with the discussion of hat fashions. Don't you agree with us that the Scribe Stat? should be placed in the front of the magazine with the Contents? After all, you'll agree that you're very important to the Scribe! The Hit Parade immediately catches our attention. We're glad to see that Charlie McCarthy's right up there in front. The pen sketches and cartoons are exceedingly good. Your book, nevertheless, always succeeds in in- teresting us and we know that it will continue to do so. ak ak 41 its bk CANARY AND BLUE, Allentown High School, Al- lentown, Pennsylvania, December, 1957. Among all our Exchange magazines, we are particularly fond of your December issue, Your organization succeeds in keeping the same theme throughout the book. We simply cannot exclaim enough about the lovely, pictur- esque illustrations of yuletide scenes. The quaintness of the portraits tits in with the apparently old-fashioned versions of Christmas legends. The picture painted of Allentown, the Xmas city, is pleasing, to say the least. We now have a clearer conception of your town and are happy to learn something about it. Home on Xmas Eve coincided with our ideal home on such a holiday. How we giggle when something tickles our funny bone! What does? You giessed-the Humor section! Comin' Round the Mountain is as original and clever a piece of poetry as we have yet seen. Talent is by no means meager in your school. We know you'll keep up the good work! ik it 44 Pl: as THE RECORD, John Marshall High School, Rich- mond, Virginia, December, 1937. It is your cover which catches our eye! Your figure on it seems to be just as enthusiastic about skiing as we are fCom'inued on page 211 i'7l

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Humoresque Mr. Boylston: There's something brewing around here, and it's not yeast! It seems that some of our little senior lassies tering their second childhood, judging by the recently seen. are en- pi gtails Advice to Freshies: Do your Latin up Brown! Epitaph: Here the bones of me remain, like I did- just a little too long. A real tickler : Important not because it's in the exam, but in the exam because it's important. Mr. Chaffey fto Bob Clarkj z Bob, I haven't seen your theme yet. Bob: 'KI haven't either. MOVIE REVIEW Happy Landing -Ski Teams! The Rat -He Who Invented Exams! - Every Day's a Holiday -That Is, Every Saturday! You Can't Take It with You -That Gum, of Course! Stage Door -Ouch! I Paid To Get in There! After the Thin Manl'-He's Rushing the Basket! Damsel in Distress AI Lost My Algebra Paper! SHAKESPEARE IN B. H. S. Paradox-Mr. Boylston's shrieks of silence! Simile-Frankie Giammarco and Louise Pellett! Onamatopeia-Ohggee-golly-gosh! Confusion-Seventh period history class! Pathos-Jean Crosby trying to look serious! Excess-Mr. Chaffey's socks! Repetition-Betty Fowler's bells! Picture of Scotland-Malcolm McGregor! Plot Element-Mr. Boylston's wink! Misunderstanding- But I thought it was Chapter 19 V' Symbolism-We all stand for the school song! Irony-And I hope that you all get A+ in your exams! UPON Los1No MY TRACTION Very cautiously and stiff-leggedly picking my way down the hill covered with treacherous ice ftreacher- ous because it lets you downj, I condemn, wickedly, all the northland powers that invented the process of freezing water. One leg is trying its darndest to desert, but, just in time, it decides that its side has a chance of winning this battle. Thousands of icy spears jab fero- ciously at my feet, which are armored only with rubber. I pick up warily one pedal extremity, and tenderly place it on a glass-like substance. Like the winged foot of Mercury, mine skims gracefully UQ over the aforesaid slippery surface. The other lags behind, because that peaceful soul Qsolej does not desire to accompany the former pugnacious warrior. Like a building which col- lapses after fire has eaten into its very heart, I fall, com- pletely subdued, stretching my length along the cold, cold, ground. Is that Venus I see? Ah, no! Nothing here could be so beautiful as she. Those conical shapes look like horns- and what's that? As I live and breathe, it's a curly tail! Ouch! That evil-looking pitchfolk is pricking me! Woe! Alas! What have I done to deserve all this? Like a shooting star, a flame from the huge boniire darts across the darkness. But it was daylight the last I knew. What has happened to me? Is that a halo upon my head? or merely a bump? My head is swimming and swirling like a top. One of my lights has gone out. Cyclops-like I glare frantically through my one optic. Do I have any arms and legs? Eureka! Here they are! But I can hardly feel them. What's come over me? I'm sink- ing! There's a river roaring past my ear. Sweet music like that of dozens of angels playing their harps drifts serenely to the other ear. All my limbs are in contrast. Am I in heaven? or six feet under, pushing up icicles? A derrick has fastened its claws between my ribs. It's lifting me, I'm soaring high above the clouds. Ugh! Who threw that water in my face? H. B. '38, Ir HAPPENS HERE! In the summer if you were playing tennis you would have to take a shower and then run into the shade with a bottle of pop. F!! ' Y 'rx' - X! Q : 9 x: V' 9, -2. xy V 1 E,-5.-'-'s r Q11 '. x i 19 Cul by Flofine Deflngelii' '38