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

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16 THE DIAL chorus, band, and orchestra. The New England Music Festival was held in Brattleboro that year. What luck! To our displeasure, the whole school was let out earlier that weekend. ANTON CAMPANELLA, KENNETH VANCOR, RICHARD NORTHRUP, and NEIL WAITE were our contributions for this event. The for- tunate four who attended the All-State Music Festival were MARILYN COOKE, BOB BURNS, DAVE GENERO, and ANTON CAMPANELLA. Baseball season didn't bring many of our lads up to the field, but BOB GIBSON couldn't be kept away! By the way, do you know he roots for the Detroit Tigers? It wouldnlt be fair to close without a word about our one and only JUDY BANKS. A morning would never pass that the fair JUDY wouldnft come panting into home- room two seconds before the final eight o'clock bell would ring. One day, she had the taste of her life. The story goes that JUDE, in her rush, mistook shaving cream for tooth paste. Yup! live and learn, I always say! Our sophomore year was beginning to drag to an end, but not before the Junior Prom. This is the time when we walk down Main Street and see SALE painted on all the windows. Yet, what would a prom be like without new gowns and new flowers! You probably hope that this is the end-well, it is! Our long, memory-filled road reached a happy terminal. Triumphantly we swaggered out with newly acquired knowledge and happy thoughts of Mr. ChafIey's fifteen page-essays to look forward to. Farewell! -Yonnie C brirly Ballaf Junior Year DN a dark, damp, dreary, dismal morning in Septem- ber of the Year of Our Lord, Nineteen Hundred Forty-Seven, we, the mighty class of '49, trudged and tramped, one by one, up the long, narrow walk to our combination funeral parlor and execution chamber, the high school. One of the braver mice-pardon me-men opened the creaking door and slowly peeked into the gloomy corridor-HERMON JOHNSON was his name. In a weird-sounding voice he explained to six frightened newcomers-BARBARA M. JOHNSON, JOYCE HARDING, DONNA SHAW, PAUL WHEELER, LAWRENCE PACKARD, and KNUTE' MARINE- that the six patches of light he could see were coming from the execution chambers. Soon Mr. Eames and his new assistant, cleaner-upper and crernator, Mr. Emile Filion, finally opened the door and in mournful tones told us to march upward to rooms 23 and 24, in which were Miss Knapp and Miss Ellison, respectively. Between the falling of plaster and the creaking of the floors, they informed us that we now had the honor of being in the funeral parlors, seated us alphabetically, and gave us white cards to sign-our own death certificates, we feared. We then were ushered into the Main Funeral Parlor- Room 20. The head mortician, Mr. Wiggin, congratu- lated us on having survived the first two years and hoped that we would escape the last two by setting a good example for the members of the lower chambers. With these inspiring words we began our third year of high school. A few days later Mr. Miller came walking around with that gleam in his eye. I really believe that he thought he would get at least one of his coin bags full this year. Home room treasurers well-chosen for the cause were IRENE BROOKS and NANCY LOF- STEDT. Football season started off with a bang. Our boys who were tugging, plowing, and trying to shove that pigskin around were DONALD TYLER, NORM HARRIS, HERM JOHNSON, STAN ANDERSON, RIP BROWN, and BRYAN GRAVES. Seriously though, without these boys we wouldnlt have won a single game. The junior girls out there really pushing the team along fand I mean pushingj were those snappy, ador- able cheerleaders, PERSIS LUKE, JEAN URKO, and STACIA JUSCEN. The little freshmen boys seemed to think that the cheerleaders were the football game. Every time they touched their hands to the ground, the boys yelled, Touchdown! Touchdown! BY hook or by crook the band was going to have new uniforms! After many of us demonstrated our great salesmanship power, by proving that our feet were strong enough and big enough to keep the door open until we had sold at least one magazine subscription, we earned enough money to buy some snappy uniforms. Some of our gang were such wonderful salesmen that each was awarded a merit of honor-one cast iron shoe, well padded. FRANNY LA ROSA was kept busy band- aging feet-er, er-I mean accounting of the sales. I DON,T know whether it was those new unifoms or our new band and orchestra leader, Mr. Dietz, any- way, we had something worth hearing as well as worth watching. BRYAN GRAVES, HERBERT SANDER- SON, HERMON JOHNSON, DONALD TYLER, RICHARD NORTHRUP, PAUL WHEELER, PAUL ROBINSON, ALICE THAYER, JEAN STOCKWELL, BARBARA BURRINGTON, JEANNETTE BROWN, STACIA JUSCEN, POLLY IRISH, MARION WHIT- AKER, and that blonde bass drum carrier, our own little Cookie , MARILYN COOKE, represented the noisemakers from our class. Those long-haired musicians who said that the only reason they were in the orchestra was that they had to go to the barber shop only annually instead of bi-

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THE DIAL had a whole year of experience behind us now! POLLY IRISH, JEAN URKO, ELEANOR BROWN, and YON- NIE BALLAS, our home room treasurers, were swamped with money during those first few weeks! I told you we were smart! Wait! Where were those blinding lights coming from? Not from B. H. S.! We used only candles here! Slowly. we made our way up the sturdy UQ-beg pardon, Mr. Wiggin-sturdy CJ stairs to the second floor in order to satisfy our curiosity. There we beheld new flourescent lights in Uncle Carl's sanctuary. It was rumored that these fixtures were installed in order to make the tro- phies shine without polishing. Time is so valuable in B. H. S.! Days began whizzing by, and soon the Freshman Blowout was held at the Community Building in honor of the freshmen. There we swung and swayed with the perfume of An Evening in Brattleboro! It was great to be a sophomore, but the freshmen were admitted into the dance free! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-taaaaaaaa and there they go! Coach Andy's boys leading in the str-e--tch! Football season was here! Our fellows showed the upperclassmen that we weren't such softies after all. STAN ANDER- SON, HERM JOHNSON, DUD BAKER, BRYAN GRAVES, BOB GIBSON, NORMAN HARRIS, RIP BROWN, KENNY HOWE, and DON TYLER made us very proud! PERSIS LUKE, STACIA JUSCEN, and GEE-GEE URKO found football season an excellent time for ex- ercising. Thus, they lead our team on with energetic cheers at the games! CP. S. The stretchers were always at hand-just in case!j THE Student Council was revived after a few years of inexistence. There was no hesitation in selecting our representatives. We knew we wanted FRANNY LA- ROSA, BOB GIBSON, and BRYAN GRAVES. Adding to the hurly-burly of the band in the Annex were JEAN STOCKWELL, POLLY IRISH, MARILYN COOKE, BARBARA BURRINGTON, MARION WHITAKER, ALICE THAYER, RICHARD NORTH- RUP, HERBERT SANDERSON, JR., PAUL ROBIN- SON, BRYAN GRAVES, DONNY TYLER, and DE- METRIUS LATCHIS. I shall kindly refrain from com- menting on the results of this combination! Of course, the orchestra couldn't be complete without the horrible-sorry, misprint- honorable squeaks of the sophomores. The only people who ever did enjoy that noise were the parents of those geniuses! Represented by the '49ers were STACIA JUSCEN, MARILYN COOKE, CHARLOTTE NEAL, PAUL ROBINSON, HERBERT SANDERSON, MARION WHITAKER, DONALD TYLER, and RICHARD NORTHRUP. Sh! Be quiet! Tiptoeing around the library fourth I5 period was PHYLLIS AUSTIN, the Library Monitor. If you had peeked into Room 17 before school and at recess, you would have found four sophomores busy at work cataloguing books. It was pathetic to see those girls slaving away, when the others could enjoy the spacious green lawns of Brattleboro Highg but when you had to get 100 hours in order to earn one little Silver B credit, every second counted! Those poor librarians were FRANCES LAROSA, POLLY IRISH, MARILYN COOKE, and YONNIE BALLAS. Soon cold weather came to us, and limping closely behind was basketball season! Our gr-r-r-eat hunks of men ran out onto the court to show their music-well, anyway, HERM JOHNSON, BRYAN GRAVES, STANLEY ANDERSON, NORMY 'HARRIS, DON TYLER, BOB GIBSON, and KENNY HOWE-ahem- did a magnificent job! What a talented class we had! When Solo Contest time came around ELLIE BROWN, YONNIE BAL- LAS, BOB BURNS, and ANTON CAMPANELLA were chosen to lend their beautiful voices to make it a success. AT last we were to be allowed to breathe again-for a while. It was Christmas, consequently, the faculty had to bid us goodbye, even if it did hurt them to see us leave! Before we were given our freedom, we were crammed into the Community Building to sing carols and to see a play in which YONNIE BALLAS and STAN ANDERSON participated. So, we parted- not to return until the following year of our Lord, nine- teen-hundred-forty-seven. All was going well until one bleak and dreary day when Principal Joseph A. Wiggin's voice came sadly over the public address system. Silence prevailed! With bowed heads we heard Mr. Wiggin inform us that mid- years would be resumed after a long absence! Couldn't the faculty have waited until 1950? Therefore, many of us were forced to hard labor by carrying home every night the minimum of one book! We began to wonder whether class elections would be held this year. Finally, STAN ANDERSON was given the honor of being the big boss. This did not mean that he could continue to carve hearts and initials in the desks! JEAN STOCKWELL was chosen vice- president, just in case STAN disappeared in the dark house, alias for the high school. FRANCES LAROSA became our secretary. Girls, this is usually the most coveted position, because .... ! How a Detroit Tiger fan could be trusted with our funds, no one knew, but BOB GIBSON was our treasurer. Yes, BOB would give anything to those Tigers! IPRING, spring was in the air at last! From Room 11 happy voices issued forth in gay music. It was festi- val time, and our group was well-represented in the

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THE DIAL 'I7 annually included RICHARD NORTHRUP, MARI- LYN COOKE, HERBERT SANDERSON, MARION WHITAKER, and STACIA JUSCEN. They had re- ceived much applause from mastering that difficult piece, Rock-A-Bye Baby , they now think that they are old enough to climb out of the cradle and learn Mary Had a Little Lamb -so SONNY SANDERSON says. A warning was spread around the school to stay clear of the Junior Spy Ring who would use any type of weapon to dig out the dirt about any supposedly in- nocent student. It was rumored that YONNIE BALLAS was the ring leader of the Spotlight with RICHARD WILSON as her partner. Others in the ring were PAUL ROBINSON, STANLEY ANDERSON, ANTON CAMPANELLA, SHIRLEY BRYANT, and Miss Lord, whom we hired to do the work. That -night everyone went home and cleaned his fingernails. DO you know how many awards have been given to the Dial? If you don't, ask JUDY BANKS, JEAN STOCKWELL, NANCY LOFSTEDT, ALICE TI-IAYER, NANCY FITZGERALD, POLLY IRISH, BARBARA BERRY, MARILYN COOKE, FRANNY LA ROSA, and BOB GIBSON. They have faithfully earned every award accorded our magazine and also have contributed some mighty line pieces of work to its pages. Because we were getting to be too much for the teachers to handle, we decided to help them out by elect- ing BOB GIBSON, JEAN STOCKWELL, FRANNY LA ROSA, STAN ANDERSON, and BRYAN GRAVES as their seeing-eye dogs. Otherwise they were known as members of the Student Council. Next in line for sports was basketball with HERM JOHNSON, BOB GIBSON, NORM HARRIS, BRYAN GRAVES, KENNY HOWE, and STAN ANDERSON helping to throw the bull around in that 2 by 4 place with the familiar odor of crushed popcorn and stale sneakers-the community building gymnasium! The girls-after seeing the boys' grand performance- decided that they should stand up for their female rights and prove that they were just as good as men-even in basketball. So with the able assistance of Miss Burns, a girls' team was organized with STACIA JUSCEN, VIOLA GREEN, FRANNY LA ROSA, POLLY IRISH, MARCIA WHITAKER, KATHLEEN POLLARD, JEAN URKO, MARILYN COOKE, and AGNES SEN- CABAUGH well representing our class. The girls really showed promise of having a fine team. The time had come for the Who Can Warble the Loudest ? contest. YONNIE BALLAS, ELEANOR BROWN, JUDY BANKS, ANTON CAMPANELLA, and BOB BURNS were chosen to sing at the solo con- cert at the Green Street Auditorium. Those who later Went to the New England Music Festival were POLLY IRISH, RICHARD NORTHRUP, and ANTON CAM- PANELLA. BARBARA BERRY and YONNIE BALLAS entered the Sherman Prize Public Speaking Contest. We feel extremely proud to say that YONNIE won first prize- and it was real money, too! She couldn't seem to get over the fact that she had so much cash in her hand all at once! Baseball came around with BUN LA FLAM, BOB GIBSON, JACK HILL, STAN ANDERSON, BUD TATRO, and ROY INGRAM slugging the ball. EIGHT boys and girls were chosen to go to the Green Mountain Boys' State and Girls' State in June. We learned more about the government and made more friends in one week than we ever would do again. BRYAN GRAVES, ANTON CAMPANELLA, ROB- ERT GIBSON, STAN ANDERSON, and SHERMAN WRIGHT went to Boys' State, JEAN STOCKWELL, FRANCES LA ROSA, and SHIRLEY BRYANT jour- neyed to Girls' State. About this time our class officers-president, BRYAN GRAVES, vice president, YONNIE BALLAS, treas- urer, HERMIE JOHNSON, secretary, PERSIS LUKE- finally decided that we should think about our Junior Prom. After much planning and hard work we were ever so proud to attend our very own prom on the theme of Alice in Wonderland. Everyone had a grand time, too. This last event made us all realize that our junior year at dear old B. H. S. had not been as dull as We had expected it might be. We found ourselves looking for- ward with pleasure to the day when we would be mighty seniors. Thanks for listening! -Shirley Em Bryant Senior Yeolr DN that inevitable September day, as we seniors sauntered, strolled, waltzed through the parted throng, we nonchalantly noticed that the innocent fSophomores includedj awe-filled eyes of the under- classmen were upon us. Passing through the massive portals of the ueighthu wonder of the world, some of us tripped, others fell over the loose boards that the janitors had mislaid during the summer vacation. Gather- ing our forces, we Hooded through the halls into the main room. Upon entering, we noticed that a new flag pole had beeen installed on the platform, upon closer scrutiny, however, we found it to be Uncle,' Carl Miller. I Business began immediately. Mainels lost son, never lost for words, tried to lay down the law-well, explain some of the duties of seniors! A few of the more settled, tamer boys were chosen to keep the halls in some state of disord-er-order, they were KEN HOWE, AN- TON CAMPANELLA, JACK HILL, DAVE GENERO, ED CULVER, KEN TATRO, NORM HENRY, NORM