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

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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

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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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CLASS PROP!-IECY WOOF! Woof! Since we've been chosen as the for- tune tellers for the dead-end kids of '49, we have solemnly vowed to do our utmost to make this prophecy ring as true as possible. Furthermore, we have tried vainly to make these future happenings humorous as well as interesting. Any resemblance to people living or dead in 10 or 15 years-well, they are better off dead! Gazing vaguely about, we notice a brand new garage owned by none other than JEAN PIKE, ably assisted by her right hand man, DOUG LINCOLN. Jean had al- ways wanted to have a gas station in Washington, so now he's happy. We find sitting in his 1942 Mercury, waiting for gas, the President of the United States, ROBERT HADLEY GIBSON. . Bob swore he'd never be Governor, so he finally agreed to be President, find- ing no available jobs as city dogcatcher. As we look more closely, we see CHAUNCEY WORTHLEY sitting at the wheel of the six-door Mercury, serving as active chauffeur for the President. Flash!! COOKE'S barn in West Brattleboro has just burned down, forcing ninety-two of her prize Heifers out into the cold. Through the charred ruins skips HERBERT SONNY SANDERSON, JR. with his Kodak strapped to his side. Sonny, come back here this instant and put on your overshoes! Yes, Popsie! Clanging up the road in his scooter-bike comes Fire Chief HAROLD GOOFY GALE, just in time to save the ninety-third Heifer from sure destruction! Now the scene switches to New York, where we find ALICE THAYER directing a group of thirty-five prom- ising ballerinas in the Stork Club, including such no- tables as DORIS WYMAN, ROSE MARIE BUSH, BARBARA HUDSON, BARBARA BURRINGTON, MARY BUX, WINIFRED CROSS, and those two JOHNSON girls, BARBARA M. and BARBARA G. Alice has finally hit the big time after thirteen years of faithful practice in Arkansas. Sitting behind a stork, peering moodily at his customers, is the new owner, WILFRED DEYO. Wilfred, having sold his three-hun- dred-acre ranch in Mexico, decided to come to New York for a well-earned rest. Now we rush over to the Yankee Stadium where we find the New York Yankees, led by their sensational 400 hitter, KENNY TATRO, lashing the Junior Recs by a score of 23-6. Kenny has been averaging three home runs a game for the last three months, thereby forcing Tommy Heinrich out of the line-up. Out in the right field bleachers we see a burly fan beating a helpless Red Sox admirer over the head with her umbrella. Why, itls PRISCILLA YEAW, the new groundskeeper for the Yankees! Prill said that if she couldn't play ball, this would be the next best thing to it. Picking up the bat- tered Red Sox rooter, we find that it is none other than FRANNY LAROSA, who through the years has re- mained faithful to the Boston cause. Racing around the stands with a burlap bag slung over his shoulder is PAUL ROBINSON, collecting bottle caps. The manage- ment has promised that for every 5,000 caps he is en- titled to see a game free. This will eliminate all drilling of holes in the fences. OR a change in scenery, we shall now cross the ocean I:to Paris, France. This boat which we are on is one of the luxurious fleet of liners owned and operated by KENNETH VAN COR-one of the four top rear- admirals in the world. Floating around in the bilge water below deck is DAVID FRANCOIS GENERO on his way to ze casbah. David has a promising future in the field of French bathing suits. His six leading models also swimming in the hold are SHIRLEY ULMER, those two SMITH girls-SHIRLEY and EVELYN- BRYAN GRAVES, DIANE WHITE, and SHERMAN WRIGHT. J We now approach London, England, where we find two of our former classmates-JOHN DURESS and BOB SEBERT. They are now part owners of the Downy Down Race Track which grossed 33,000,000 last year. John and Bob have been interested in horses ever since they left the ancient halls of B. H. S. They attrib- ute their success to the efforts of their expert jockeys, ART YEAW, who learned this skillful trade while plowing his fields in Guilford, and MARCIA WHI- TAKER. ' Having used up most of our money, we decided that it is best to move on to our next stop, Africa. We are well represented in these wilds by STANLEY fme and Frank Bucklj ANDERSON, who owns a little, thatched hut on the Nile River. Stanley came to Africa to hunt lions and tigers for a little peace and quiet. He never seemed content in the boisterous town of Brattleboro. Speaking of Brattleboro, we see sitting in the office of the little, red school house on the hill the new principal, HERMON fwith an ELMER JOHNSON. He took his position as a result of an accident which oc- curred in the main room. It seems that Mr. Wiggin fell through the floor while delivering a speech to the stu- dent body. Unfortunately, Mr. Miller, standing on the same faulty board, plummetted down toward the inner recesses of the dungeon, trying to save Uncle,' Joe. Be- cause of this lugubrious tragedy, Uncle Carl's shoes were filled by YONNIE BALLAS, the new sociology teacher. As long as we're here, we might as well see if there are any other new additions to the B. H. S. faculty. Up on the third fioor we see smoke pouring out of the chemistry room, where mad-scientist IRISH is trying to think of a more exciting way to test metals. Ever since graduation, POLLY has been trying to outdo Einstein and his theories. Down on the second floor, JUDY BANKS is drilling her 5th period French class in the