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

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T K 'U las' X 5 Z Qs N5 THERESA ANN WROBEL Terry Happiness is nothing if it is no! known, and very Iiflle if il' is noi envied. Always laughing . . . never crying . . . dark-haired lass . . . jolly . . . pretty one at that . . . never without a joke . . . has a good word for everybody . . . likes school . . . believes in studying . . . Come on over to my house tonight . . . We can roll back the rugs and have a gay, old time. Solo Contest 1, 25 Christmas Concert 1, 25 Spring Concert 1, 25 One Act Play Contest 35 Cafeteria 35 School Play 45 Class Prophecy 4. RENA ABBIE YEAW Ray Peace is the happy, nalural stale Qfmindf' Dashes around with closing report . . . jolly, good sport . . . uses driving license to advantage . . . Green- field? . . . Northfield? . . . Oh, stop it! . . .enjoys horse- back . . . friendly Visage . . . a ray of sunshine. Home Economics Club 15 Glee Club 25 Basketball 25 School Store 35 Office Assistant 3, 45 Alpha Epsilon 45 Spotlight Typist 4. MABEL AGNES YOUNG May The art of silence is as great as ihat of speech. Never has much to say . . . utters a word when she needs to . . . serious minded . . . studies hard . . . always loaded down with books . . . blondy . . . big blue eyes . . . pretty smile . . . cruises around in a new blue Plymouth . . . has a liking for horses . . . Huh? Don't bother me! I'm reading. 28 :mer Ntf .

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1 9 'Kiln' -as Q , , v .,. -.fvxf CLIFFORD EDSON WHITE Cliff Skip Wiser for silence. Hails from the other side of the river Y Chesterfield . . . 2l.Wh1Z in Mr. Thomas' bookkeeping classes . . . as his friends all know, Skip has a fine sense of humor . . . loves ,a good pun. ' Tyler Award 13 Alpha Epsilon 43 Spotlight Typist 43 Store Manager. MARILYN ANNETTE WHITE Mla,rily ixie Iler Iovelincss I ncocr know Unlil she smiled on mc. Holds up the lamppost at Elm Corners . . . meticulous . . . would rather Hunk chemistry than use any more acid . . . author of the Case of the Vanishing Blue Sweater . . . Often seen contemplating. What girl's school is near Worcester Poly-Tech . . . Has fun at Hogback. Pep Club I3 Roman Banquet Slave 13 Latin Award 1, 23 Band 1, 2, 33 Tri-School Music Festival 1, 2, 33 Spring Concert l, 2, 33 Glee Club 1, 2, 33 Latin Club 23 Ofiicer 23 Choir 23 Spring Concert Committee 23 J. V. Basketball 23 Roman Banquet 23 Class Vice-President 33 Tyler Award 33 Junior Prom Committee 33 Band Letterman 33 Assistant Secretary Magazine Drive 33 Ring Committee 33 Student Leaders Club 33 Home Room Vice-President 33 Year Book Committee 43 French Club 43 Blowout Committee 43 Teacher's Secretary 43 Student Council 43 Cafeteria 43 Secretary Magazine Drive 43 Class Flower Committee Chairman 4g Ticket Taker 4. MARTHA REBECCA WHITNEY Jughead Mart A good hear! is lwllifr lhan all the heads in Ihr' world. y Efficient secretary . . . Chevrolet . . . True blonde . . . I live abt a beauty shop! . . . Demon on ice . . . Ping pong artist M try to beat her! . . . unpretentious opinion . . . Enjoys midsummer land midnightlj swims . . . One of our hard-working Commercial gals . . . Red!! . . . Don't forget, my sister has red hair too! . . . Rabid gridiron follower. Pep Club 13 Home Room Treasurer 33 Alpha Epsilon 3, 43 School Store 3, 43 Colonel Typist 43 Spotlight Typist 43 Homeroom Secretary 43 Class Flower Com- mittee 4. WINSTON PARKER WHITNEY Whit The oldest sins lhe newesl kinds of ways. Gridiron great . . . what a tackle . . . last seen - at the football field . . . likes mistletoe . . . freshman initia- tion iiend . . . certain amount of serious purpose . . . aims for service . . . Ya don't know, do ya? . . . Be good, Whit! . . . and if you can't be good - Pep Club 13 Science Club 13 Football Squad 1, 2, 3, 4g Letterman 3, 43 Track Squad 1, 2, 3, 43 Letterman 3, 43 Latin Club 23 junior Prom Committee 33 Home Room President 33 Intramural Sports Captain 33 Blowout Committee 43 Traiiic Officer 43 Freshman Initiation Chairmar. 4. CHESTER ALBERT WRIGHT Chet Chuck Men offew words are Ihe hes! men. Easy going . . . Amiable manner . . . Sandy-red hair . . . checked shirts . . . Competent typist . . . True-blue to the Dover hills . . . Say, Randy. we made it this morning with no chains! . . . Dexterious carpenter . . . RANDOLYN RICHARD WRIGHT Randy Music halh charms Io sooth a savage3 sofien a rock, or split a cabbage. A clarinet specialist . . . a talented beeper in band . . . likes a certain blonde in Room 222 . . . works in Baker's . . . horn-rimmed glasses . . . full of deviltry . . . wavy, blonde hair . . . Froggy . . . never a dull moment . . . has ingenious ways for getting out of study hall. Band 2, 3, 43 All-State Music Festival 3. 27 f, v 4 Img vt ...' 'Tw ..-4 fa-0 iv'

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CLASS HISTORY FRESHMAN YEAR OH, Happy Day! Do, Do, Do! What do we do now? That's what we asked ourselves when we found that we were freshies, and that this fact meant nothing to anyone else. We stood around and just looked at each other. When this became too unbearable, we gazed at some of the other species And the upperclassmen leered right back at us. As I looked up-I mean, as I looked down on one aloof sopho- more who was giving us the evil-eye, he wailed, Did we used to look like that? Of course, this was in the extreme distant past-back in the old days when The Thing was popular. I'm sure everyone remembers The Thing. It was big and brown, and it stood there on the corner of Linden Street. That was in the days when MARILYN WHITE was a shy little girl who hated men but liked GEORGE CROSS. We didn't just stand around for long. Oh, No! Carl Miller saw his chance. He chased us up to room 20. 20 stands for the number of pounds the floor will hold without sagging in the middle. When Mr. Miller saw the bunch of rugged boys in our class, he gave up immediately on that score be- cause most of them were bigger than he was. For squeezing money out of the girls he recruited DONALD BREHM, STEPHEN PLUMB, JOHN INGRAM, and MARY WHEELER. JOHN, especially, enjoyed this little task immensely. Finally, the time arrived for us to be alphabetized. A through C went to Mr. Chaffey, and D through K went to his better half. All the rest who were fleet of foot bull- dozed their way Cpolitelyb into Miss Lord's room. Woe for those poor remaining wretches! They were doomed to-No! Not!-But yes, Siberia ! GN the band wagon fThis is a paid political advertisement sponsored by W. C. Fitch 8: Co.J we heard the pitiful efforts of STEPHEN PLUMB, KENNETH LATCHIS, JOHN CRAWFORD, GORDON SPENCER, MARILYN WHITE, DELORES DEGREE,CHRISTINE SMITH. BETTIE SMITH, DONALD CAMPBELL. TWINKLE JONES, MARILYN FELCH, BEVERLY RIDDLE, DORIS DIGGINS, ISABEL McKERRELL, ELIZABETH ANN PIERCE, JAMES BARRE, GEOFFREY NICHOLS, DONNA DAVISON, BETTY ANN CHICKERING, and BEVERLY COREY. I can't remember what BEVERLY played in the band, but I think it was the cow bells. In the old building there was one thing that we had to be thankful for: the band room was in another building and out of ear-shot. Tarzan Natowich chose some of his performing monkeys to show-off on the football field. The fellows who have had their ears bent with the Ape Man's war whoops are VIC HARRISON, STEPHEN PLUMB, WALLACE HARRIS, POTSEY PARSONS, RALPH MOMANEY-you thought I was going to say something about Dottie, didn't you? Well, I'm not-Bashful CHARLIE RICHARDSON, and WINSTON WHITNEY. Don't tell anyone, but Whit was practicing with his favorite sport the other day and his moll decided to help him. She went to catch the baseball and throw it back. Be sure you don't let this out but that little ole' shot put is the reason why Eleanor has such a lumpy head. THIS was a year to be written about in the annals of True Romance Magazine. The unbelievable happened. The love-bug struck at B.H.S. First it bit Mrs. Murdock and then Mrs. Hatt. But it was Mr. Davis who shocked us all. For years he had taught that marriage was the fundamental institution. We found that he really meant it because he took off a few days to institutionalize. I remember that, at the end of the year, as we gathered in the main room for the final assembly, those terrible seniors said all the naughty things about the freshman girls. At this time our cheerleaders, RUTH McCLELLAN, JEAN CAR- RUTH, and MARY WHEELER, received special recogni- tion for action above and beyond the call of duty. I guess no one told them that they were supposed to be FRESHmen in name only. The senlors stood on the platform solomnly said that they were the last graduating class of the old B.H.S. Ho Hum! Couldn't they offer a new line? I think that they were the twenty-seventh last graduating class! Well, for number twenty-eight it came true, but I'll let Clint tell you about that sophomore year at a more crumbling B.H.S. Joy Hayes SOPHOMORE HISTORY IT was a damp, drearyf day in September, 1950, when the class of 1953 tripped over the elevation marker on the front step of the old dungeon-er, high school-on Linden Street, and fell into the clutches of the faculty: they were supposed to try to educate us. We stumbled down the dark corridor until we were nabbed by Mrs. Murdock and Mr. Davis. You know who he is, don't you? Chuck's the kindly old duffer who is missing some of his vegetation on the upper levels. Those who tried to avoid being caught by these two demons were exiled to the third floor. We had settled down for a short snooze when we were herded into venerable, old Room 20. We sat wherever there was a convenient spot. I miss Room 20. The girls would much rather sit on some fellow's lap than on the floor. Then it came! Tragedy! Yes, it was old Scrooge Miller looking for more money. I heard it rumored that his many feminine friends nearly depleted his funds over the summer vacation: so, as usual, he turned to us for a little extra green stuff. His biggest threat was, All right, I got influence with the faculty. Now either pay up, or you don't pass. Knowing that he could not hound all of us all of the time, he appointed BETTYMAE BURNHAM, CAROL POPE, and MARTHA THOMAS to help him. Notice that-all girls!