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

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f 1 12 THE DIAL as it grows still bigger. Federal aid is helping to solve the uirrigationists' problems, but it doesnlt answer the enigma of the water table. One practice that was used by the C. C. C. is the planting of trees on denuded areas in the headwaters. Another is contour plowing, that is, plowing with the lay of the land, thus forming many little puddles of water that will gradually seep into the ground. Another method is the use of grassed waterways, channels that are seeded to grass to prevent water from rushing to the sea, then there is the terracing practice. All of these countermeasures help the water to reach underground storage. One hundred forty-eight million people canlt live on this continent without drawing on its natural resources. We found that we could use and still conserve our trees. We can do the same with water. -Sherman Care Wright MODERN VERMONT HANDICRAFTERS fC0ntinued from page 72 However, a sportsman's show in San Francisco proved too great a temptation for her and, before she knew it, short while, an ofiicial had recognized her. Within a thousands of people, with open admiration, were watch- ing the visitor from Vermont demonstrate her skill. Mrs. Galaise, like Mr. Sweetster, the weaver, learned her profession through her parents. This capable woman can tie five hundred different patterns by memory. Her workshop is a haven for fishermen who come to sit for hours to watch her nimble dexterity with fingers and scissors as her two implements. One pattern might in- volve no less than forty-eight individual parts before it is completed. Annually in New York, Boston, and other locales the sportsmerfs shows and exhibits have found the Orvis's display the nucleus of attraction. Though perhaps the most popular and vivid factor, Mrs. Galaiseis adroitness is not the entire support of the Charles F. Orvis Company where she is employed. This shop is known for the making of all kinds of fishing supplies. With the majority of rods formerly of a heavier weight, Mr. Orvis experimented with a lighter one which proved far superior to the older model. These rods are com- posed of Tonkin cane from distant China. A 4800 pound milling machine is used for their construction. In 1940, D. C. Cochran of the company developed a new and better bamboo by impregnating it with phenolic resin. This waterproofed the cane against steam, boiling water, and snow. It was so successful that the U. S. Army adapted the method for their manufacture of ski poles which were later used in both the Aleutian and the Italian campaigns. AD Mrs. Galaise made her journey sooner, she might l'l have met a Californian who was returning to the same section from which she had come. Harry MacIntosh has now lived in the neighboring village of Townshend for four years. In a remodeled barn and quonset hut addi- tion, he and his employees are turning out approximately 3700 worth of copper merchandise a week. His applying a distinctive dark finish to the copper has brought praise from all customers, even those from the competitive state of California. A few machines are used to speed up minor stages, but the copper's being hammered and designed by hand places it in the handmade category. In the past years examples of his work have been in such exclusive shows as the Library of Congress exhibit and the National Academy of Design Print in New York. He also received notice in the Art Digext for his print of Boston's Park Street Church. Although the industries which have just been men- tioned are today the most prosperous in Vermont, there are numerous others still in the early stages which will soon flourish into prominence. Senator Flanders recently reported, Anyone who has driven about the state and visited a large number of its middle-sized and small towns must have had their eyes opened as to the number of vigorous little factories and shops that are to be found here. These cover a wide range of industries, including woodworking, metal working and textiles .... There should be more of these small new industries. Vermont is especially adapted to their successful establishment. These handicraft activities built up by the ingenuity of our Green Mountaineers have carried the name of Ver- mont over the vast nation, not only to the city stores, gift shops, and homes, but also to the country's lakes and streams. -jean France: Stockwell

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THE DIAL 11 Captive, or the Life and Adventures of Doctor Updike Underhill, Six Years a Prisoner among the Algerinesf' this was a formidable name for such a small book. With its short chapters, spirit, and neatness of style, this novel characterized all of Tyler's works. In 1801 three new judges were appointed to the Su- preme Court of Vermont, among them Royall Tyler. His reputation as a lawyer was wide-spread about the state, and he was very popular. He served as judge for six years, and then he was appointed Chief Justice. He held this position until 1812, when ill health and party strife forced him to leave. Register of probate for Wind- ham County was the only other public office that he held. Tyler did a great deal of writing for The Farmer's Weekly Museum, a newspaper published in Charles- town, New Hampshire. This paper was widely read from Maine to Georgia, and one of Ty1er's great ad- mirers was George Washington. He also wrote for many other newspapers and journals, his articles were ex- tremely admired because of their sparkle, humor, and originality. Among his later publications was The Yankee in London. This book was supposed to be the letters of an American abroad, the descriptions of Eng- lish life and countryside were so just and correct that it wasn't until later that the public was astonished to learn that the author had never set foot in England. He had simply used his imagination and familiarity with Eng- lish people in writing the book. Among the smaller, less important works of Tyler is a poem showing his great love for Vermont, especially the area around Guilford and Brattleboro. The follow- ing are a few lines from this poem: There is a wild sweet valley, hid among mountains blue, And fairer, brighter vales methinks are 'far between and few.' 'Tis cradled in the granite arms, and 'neath the Sky serene Of all New England's lovely spots, the loveliest, I ween. Oh! if fond nature ever wakes the spirit's thrill of bliss, And stirs within the heart a thought of gushing happi- ness, 'Tis when she groups with wayward hand the woodland hill and dale A scene so true, yet romance like, as Brattleboro Vale. THE Tylers moved several times about the town of Brattleboro, and they finally settled in a permanent home near the Common. The street on which they lived still bears their name today. After his retirement as Chief Justice, Royall lived quietly with his- wife and their eleven children. He spent much of his time writing verse about Vermont and New England, one of these short poems The Chestnut Treef' was a forecasting of Brattleboro and its people as they would appear in one hundred years. Tyler's career as judge, writer, and man was ended in 1826, when he died of cancer. Although Royall Tyler's works are not too well-known today, he is remembered for his experiments in writing. It was he who pioneered in the American drama and novel, who paved the way for other new-world writers to follow, who created a new style of writing. He will also be remembered for his humor, his kindness, and his friendliness. He was a Vermonter of whom we can be decidedly proud. -Nanny Rae Loffledl OUR FALLING WATER TABLE fCw1ti1zuedf1'0m page 62 rates went up in the area. Bankers would no longer take chances on farm land that couldn't be irrigated. The state called in experts of the United States Geological Survey. They found that many wells were losing water through holes in the casings and that, in any case, the wells were being overpumped. Taking action, the legis- lature passed in 1930 a state control law which requires a person drilling a well to obtain a permit. It also em- powers the state engineer to force the plugging of leak- ing wells. From all standpoints, this has been a successful pro- gram. 45,000 acres were irrigated in 1930. Now they number more than 100,000 and the interest rates are down again. A New York State law requires everyone who is sinking a well in the four Long Island counties for purposes of air-conditioning to drill an additional well to return the water to the ground. Here are two of a handful of states that recognized a dangerous situation and went ahead to try to remedy it. When we lower the water table by excessive pumping, we are destroying a natural balance. Originally rain water seeped down into the ground, a natural bank. It then returned to the atmosphere by evaporation from plants and from large bodies of water. When we over- pump a well and, consequently, lower the water table, we are creating a run on the bank , if we continue this ruinous practice, the bank will fail. UT what's to be done about it? Prodded by West- I3 erners, Congress has authorized 354,35o,ooo,ooo for damming and diverting river waters to thirsty acres. Arizona and California are now wrangling over who is going to get how much of the Colorado River. There seems to be a million acre-feet of water there that they both want. Arizona is pushing a 3S780,000,000 bill in Congress to get it. Meanwhile, mushrooming Los Angeles is using a part of that disputed million acre-feet to pro- vide drinking water, baths, lawn sprinkling, and jobs for its 2,000,000 citizens, and it expects to tap the rest

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CLASS HISTORY , Freshman Year N one sunny September afternoon in 1945, we, the 0 class of '49, jubilantly rushed into this ivy-covered building, which we affectionately called The Shoebox. As we stepped into the fog and mist of the first floor, we sent DAVID GENERO and BOB HAUS ahead to make sure that the place was safe. Later we heard screams of agony coming from the far end of the cor- ridor. Some of us had run afoul of one of the patrol boys. Then we mad, mighty, and mischievous freshmen danced merrily into Rooms 15, 17, 18, and 35, where Miss Lord, Mr. and Mrs. Chaffey, and Mrs. Baldwin held sawed-off shotguns in our faces just to keep us quiet. With the help of tear gas and the State Guard, Mr. Wiggin crammed us all into Room 20, where he patiently and lovingly told us the rules and regulations of Good Old B. H. Sf' Next, Wilt0n's fMaineJ favorite son, Uncle Carl Miller, announced that we were each to hand him 352.50 so that he could keep the faculty sup- plied with funny books. We didn't want to give in at first, but it was surprising how the use of the old Water Torture changed our minds! Mr. Millerfs Secret Service, who were armed with bullwhips, were JEAN URKO, NANCY FITZGERALD, JOHN MCKEE, and AN- TON CAMPANELLA. After encouraging words from our teachers, and nu- merous pats on the back, we went home to await the next day, when we were to meet the rest of the students and the traffic officers, who would definitely show us to the wrong rooms. Soon we recovered from our initiations by the upper- classmen, so we returned to face the next four years in our new home. We faithfully attended the Freshman Blowout. Here the seniors had more fun than we did, and some of us stayed out till 11:30 that night. Gwacious! HE students who wandered into the dark nooks and -I-crannies of the Annex to beat, blat, and, in general, blow their brains out in the band were RIP BROWN, POLLY IRISH, HERMON JOHNSON, STACIA JUS- CEN, DEMETRIUS LATCHIS, TOMMY NASH, HERBERT SANDERSON, DONNY TYLER, RICH- ARD NORTHRUP, and MARION WHITAKER. No- body cared how anyone played, for, with MARLENE SEMERARO as majorette, who noticed the band? KEITH ABBOTT, JEANNETTE BROWN, STACIA JUSCEN, CHARLOTTE NEAL, RICHARD NORTH- RUP, MARION WHITAKER, DON TYLER, and HERBERT SANDERSON made music and other strange noises in the orchestra. Bouncing into that Bevy of Beautiful Babes who are known as cheerleaders were JEAN URKO and BAR- BARA LUNDEN. They thought they were helping the boys along by shouting things nobody could understand. The call went up for football players, so KEN HOWE, RIP BROWN, BOB WILSON, ART YEAVU, and BRYAN GRAVES took the Charles Atlas Course and joined Boobie,s Big Boysf' ARDITH MORRISSEAU and ANTON CAMPA- NELLA were the Spotlight snoopers that year. If they couldnft find any dirt or scandal in our personal lives, they weren't happy. In that case, they just made some- thing up and Miss Lord promptly cut it out. IINCE there were no midyears, and Coach wanted to win a few basketball games, he recruited KEN HOWE, WILBUR GAUTHIER, STAN ANDERSON, BOB GIBSON, NORMAN HARRIS, BRYAN GRAVES, and HERMON JOHNSON-whenever Herm', could get away from the pool hall! A freshman team played and beat the Red Raiders. You remember the Red Raiders, of course. They were the only team wearing football equipment and carrying black-jacks. At last it was spring and time when a young man's heart turns to thought of-er-well-ah-baseball. So STAN ANDERSON, BOB GIBSON, BRYAN GRAVES, KEN HOWE, and CLARENCE LEONARD went up to Stolte Field to sleep in the sun. In April we elected our class officers. By passing out four-cent cigars to the boys and by promising all the girls dates, BOB GIBSON maneuvered himself into the presidentis seat. Just in case he was assassinated or im- peached, FRANNY LA ROSA was ready to take over. JEAN STOCKWELL took notes, BRYAN GRAVES claimed he was treasurer and tried to get all our hard- earned pennies for candy. Finally, after nine long months, June rolled around and so did we, Mr. Wiggin and Mr. Eames unlocked our cell doors and put us on parole for the summer. As we tumbled out into the sunshine and romped on the lawn, we knew that the tender memories of our first year in high school would linger long in our hearts- well, for a couple of days, anyhow. -Paul Raymond Robimon Sophomore Yeour N a bright fall morning in September, we returned Ute that antiquated museum on Linden Street. Every- one looked splendid in his new clothes, for this year we had no worries of being stepped on by those beasts - otherwise known as upperclassmen. As we cut our way through the jungle of ivy we peered through those big holes on the side of the build- ing in search of-aha-the smiling, tender face of Uncle,' Carl Miller requesting our annual class dues. But we were smart! Mr. Miller wouldn't catch us! We