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

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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

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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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