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

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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

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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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18 THE DIAL HARRIS, DICK NORTHRUP, and your HISTORIAN. Soon Coach Natowich gave the call for all the bone- crushing, muscle-bound men of our class to help him in creating a wonder team. The so-called menu who went up to the field with intentions of playing foot- ball, but who succeeded in mastering only the games of drop the hanky and tag, were STAN ANDERSON, BRYAN GRAVES, HERM JOHNSON, NORM HAR- RIS, and KEN HOWE-the fellows who wrote the book, Ten Sure Fire Methods of Skipping Practice. The girls who were out to help the boys as much as possible-in leading cheers, I mean-were co-captains PERSIS LUKE and JEAN URKO. They were the lassies who were cheering Our teamis red hot! when we were twenty points behind. 'DAYS passed, weeks went by, and it was time for the annual Freshman Blowout. Fun was had by every- one, and the freshmen actually danced instead of stand- ing on the sidelines trying to get up courage to ask a girl. For people who say they have signed the pledge, BOB HAUS, JACK HILL, PAUL ROBINSON, and BOB GIBSON can certainly put on a good act! I wonder if they really did learn how only by watching other people. ' This year we were allowed to choose our leaders be- fore the year was over. ANTON CAMPANELLA was elected our president, and PERSIS LUKE was picked to take over when Anton was too busy dictating to our capable secretary, NANCY LOFSTEDT. DAVE GEN- ERO was elected to hold the money bags for us. The honest, clear-minded students who were chosen to represent us in the Student Council meetings were ANTON CAMPANELLA and FRANNY LA ROSA, STAN ANDERSON and Peg-oops! I don't know why, but I'm always trying to put those two together- YONNIE BALLAS, PERSIS LUKE, BOB GIBSON, and BRYAN GRAVES. Once again we all trudged over to Green Street. That's a school where there actually is an assembly hall! Here we heard the nightingales of our class: ELEANOR BROWN, ANTON CAMPANELLA, YONNIE BAL- LAS, BOB BURNS, and JUDY BANKS. Later, Bellows Falls and Brattleboro combined for another successful concert. We were well represented at the New England and the Vermont Festivals with our own soloist, ELEA- NOR BROWN, doing her usual good job. OACH Natowich, well satisfied with the winning C ways of our football squad, tried to acquire a team to carry on in basketball. Our class gave up six members to swell the ranks. They were HERM JOHNSON, KEN HOWE, STAN ANDERSON, NORM HARRIS, BOB GIBSON, and BRYANFGRAVES. We had a great team this year and captured the Southern Vermont Flag. The girls also came up with a very successful squad. A good share of the players were seniors. The girls who learned how to hop, skip, dribble, then shoot were STACIA JUSCEN, MARILYN COOKE, FRANNY LA ROSA, MARCIA WHITAKER, VIOLA GREEN, KATHLEEN POLLARD, and POLLY IRISH. Last year they were just Bloomer girls, but this year, with new uniforms, they showed us that they could throw a couple of good curves! Congratulations, players and Coach Burns! This year we actually opened the windows when Mr. Dietz's Little Geniuses played band music. We very generously donated a few of our inmates, Those who weren't afraid of R. Dfs baton-he calls it a baton, but it looks more like a club to me--were HERBERT SAN- DERSON, DICK NORTHRUP, PAUL ROBINSON, ALICE THAYER, JEAN STOCKWELL, BARB BUR- RINGTON, STACIA JUSCEN, POLLY IRISH, MAR- ION WHITAKER, and MARILYN COOKE. The girl whom all the band followed willingly-MARLENE SEMERARO-was our own drum majorette. Also under the stern eye of the Maestro was our sympathetic-er-symphony orchestra. DICK NORTH- RUP, STACIA JUSCEN, and MARILYN COOKE donated their talents. Seriously, under Mr. Dietz's in- struction, our instrumental department has improved ten-fold. His interest and hard work have shown inthe music produced. The Dial Board came through with another success- ful year by taking first place honors in the Columbia Scholastic Press Association and in the State Contests. Why shouldn't they, with all those seniors in charge? NANCY FITZGERALD headed the list as editor-in- chief, while JEAN STOCKWELL was a close second as assistant. BOB GIBSON handled the money, while JUDY BANKS and her helper, ALICE THAYER, cen- sored the pictures that went into the Dial. YONNIE BALLAS, BARBARA BERRY, ANTON CAMPA- NELLA, MARILYN COOKE, POLLY IRISH, FRAN LA ROSA, NANCY LOFSTEDT, and MARLENE SEMERARO all chipped in with their jobs as associate editors. For being a good girl and a good boy, and because they did not skip school, FRANNY LA ROSA and AN- TON CAMPANELLA were given the D. A. R. Good Citizenship Awards. PRING came, the sun shone brightly-well, it's sup- S posed to-and all the fellows went up to the field to play in the warm, sunny breezes. There they were, ED LAFLAM trying his darndest to hit the op- ponents' bats, BOB GIBSON attempting to pick off the runner as he went to first, and KEN TATRO running fC0n!inued on page 452