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

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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!

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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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The tirst semester progressed and it was not long before we elected class officers. RALPH MOMANEY, with the foot- ball team to back him, was voted our President. Knowing that URALPI-IIE wouldn't be there more than half of the time, we elected JILL WAGNER as Veep. When a rumor was started that PATIENCE MAGOON knew how to write, she was quickly made Secretary. Knowing that the sock would usually be empty, we chose Honest KENNY LATCHIS as Treasurer. I can see him counting that money now. One for the school, and one for me. One for the school, and two for me. When Coach Natowich put out his annual call for boys to help mow the lawn-that is, football players-J IM DAVIS, WALLY HARRIS, VIC HARRISON, JOHN INGRAM, RALPH MOMANEY, POTSY PARSONS, STEVE PLUMB, CHARLIE RICHARDSON, BRAD STOCK- WELL, and WINSTON WHITNEY went out to help with the chore. GUNGA GARFIELD lurched along to manage the coach-pardon meal mean the team. Our own glamor girl-er, Majorette-was BEV COREY. The boys did very well that year. They won seven games out of eightg well, what club wouldn't-with JEAN CARRUTH, RUTH McCLELLAN, and MARY WHEELER to urge them on? We went wild at those football games-watching the players, of course. ' I 'HAT was the year we had a very successful magazine drive. Everybody took part and progressed smoothly. We went well over our goal with a grand total of 953,386.40 There was great rejoicing when the news was heard, except for one sophomore boy. DONNIE BREHM, who had a great deal to do with the drive, was still trying to chisel his share of the loot from his upperclassmen confederates. I guess he was unable to get it because he has worked like a beaver in the drives since then, probably hoping to regain some of his lost funds. Over in that pile of boards affectionately called the Annex, JIM BARRE, BETTY ANN CHICKERING, JACK CRAWFORD, DONNA DAVISON, DOLORES DEGREE, DORIS DIGGINS, TWINKLE JONES, KENNY LAT- CHIS, IYSABEL McKERRELL, JEFF NICHOLS, BETTY PIERCE, STEVE PLUMB, BEV RIDDLE, BETTIE SMITH, GORDON SPENDER, MARILYN WHITE, and RANDY WRIGHT were trying to convince Mr. Carville that they could play be-bop and march down Main street at the same time. The effect of their playing was felt all through the school. What wonderful, soothing strains! They sounded as though a thousand cats were hung up by their tails and were being tortured. Seriously, though, these musicians did a great job of promoting school spirit at the football games and the townspeople remarked that B.H.S. had an excellent band that year. In the Sophomore Library trying to get Mrs. Chaifey to buy some of the little Pocket Books, CAROLYN BERRYMAN, EVELYN SMEAD, RUTH McCLELLAN, and ELLEN COLLINS could be found. They did a fine job of maintaining order and keeping all the good books Cfor themselvesl to read. The class of 1953 had a large delegation of reporters and other workers on the Spotlight and the Ray during the school year of 1950-51. BEVERLY GALE, DEAN HAWKINS, and BARBARA KACOCHA made the sophomore Spotlight staff, while DON BREHM, JOY HAYES, RUTH MCCLEL- LAN, STEVE PLUMB, and BEV RIDDLE represented the Ray. These people really took their work to heart and could be seen at various times trying to wheedle news out of some poor, unsuspecting person. They did a good job, however, and both papers turned out to be successes. To insure a fair say in how the school was run, we elected GEORGE CROSS, CAROL POPE, and GORDON SPEN- CER to the student council. With those members we were sure of democratic government. When I say democratic that's exactly what I mean! What else could it be with GEORGE on the judicial body? From what I heard, the faculty chose to give in rather than to argue with this poor man's politician. WHEN came the dreaded time-soon mid-years would arrive! We waited with growing agony, but one bright, sunshiny day the wonderful voice of our beloved principal came over the P. A. system announcing that this dreaded chore was no more. That day the loudspeaker didn't have enough power to reach the third floor, and the occupants of those rooms worried for fifteen minutes overtime before they learned the joyous news. It was somewhat spoiled by the announcement that the six-week tests would be a little harder. When we arrived to start the second half, we found huge boxes stacked in the halls. I had scarcely settled in my home- room when Coach Natowich came in. He gave us his usual greeting: I want some volunteers-you, you, and you! Those who don't come now will have to attend my gym class this afternoon! We went! For more than an hour the Herculean boys carried the boxes, which we learned contained the desks and chairs for the new high school, up two flights of stairs to the attic storeroom. The only discontent was among the seniors. As one put it, We ain't never gonna use them, so why do we have to lug them upstairs? The work was not a total loss, however, for we missed first period class. Well, that's done, we said, and patted ourselves on the back. Next morning there was another supply of those terrible boxes! They continued to come, day after day, until some thought that there was no end to them. Finally, all were stored in the attic room, carefully arranged so that they would not be soaked when it rained, and Operation Rooftop was complete. W ITH the coming of winter winds, our dribbles-that is, basketball players--donned their shorts and sneak- ers and started a contest to see who could get the biggest floorburn. These distinguished athletes were: DAVE GIB- SON, WALLY HARRIS fwho always claims that he'll hit the basket somedayl, RALPH MOMANEY, BRAD STOCK- WELL, with STEVE PLUMB as manager. Hardly had the basketball season closed than Coach Natowich had his long line throwers-er-long ball hitters out