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

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CLASS HI TORY Freshman Year 'l HE day had come'-it was September 6, 1951, at 8 o'clock in the morning, and from the foot of a long stairway I heard a loud voice call, Hey, Jack, it's time to get up. As the words sank deeply into my mind their meaning suddenly occurred to me! What was I getting up for-especially so early in the morning. Then it dawned on me. High school-perish the thought! I rolled over and went back to sleep. It wasn't long before the iron voice spoke again. I dressed, rushed downstairs, grabbed a light breakfast and dashed out the door with the in- tention of beating the last bell. I calculated that I had plenty of time-seeing that the new high school was Centrally located! ! ! As I came around the corner on Atwood Alley there stood the Palace, the new million dollar high school. I stood there and gazed longingly at the building, and kept thinking of how I was going to love the next four years in this miniature palace! I bounded up the walk, opened the door and stepped in. I was shocked at the sight that my eyes beheld. In order to get to my home room I had to play leap frog with carpenters, plumbers, electricians, architects and what have you. I found my room with the number 130 labeled on the outside. Opening the door, I was greeted by all the other freshmen whose last names began with A through C. The remaining freshmen were divided up into other class rooms alphabetically. As I sat down, the pitiful cries of Mr. Dermody could be heard trying his best to get us in order. Registration blanks were passed out along with pencils and assignment pads Cwhich were never usedj. After filling the paper with the required information we slowly settled down. ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Bellowed a voice thru' a hole in the wall. We thought at Hrst that the ceiling had caved in, but Mr. Dermody assured us that it was only our master for the next four years. Mr. Parry explained the rules and traditions of the miniature pal- ace and insinuated that he hoped that we would live up to them! Ah-how we tried! ! ! but- The days went by and school was school! The word initiation had got around and on a dark, dreary day back in the fall of 1951 the attendance of the Freshman class dropped considerably. Those of us who withstood the punishment of the upperclassmen returned that night to the Freshman Blowout, the seniors really showed us how much sympathy they had for us. Time marched on-and B.H.S. marched through the football season with STEVE SARGENT, RUSSELL MEARS, ED HALE, LARRY BUEB, STANLEY HOLMQUIST and ARMOND NADEAU giving their sweat and time to the pigskin game. The truth is, these men, as we'll call them for now, kept dandelions from 30 growing under the ever pounding cleats of the upper- classmen. Meanwhile on the sidelines could be found PAT CARVER, LIZ TOMPKINS, and IRENE BOVER. the elected junior varsity cheerleaders. Cold winds caused the sports world to move from the green pastures of the great outdoors to the glossy fin- ished floor of the gymnasium. Inside the cement walls could be found JOHN BURGESS, ED HALE, AR- MOND NADEAU, and LARRY BUEB, trying to toss a ball of leather through the fish net hanging on the wall. Representing the meek and frowned upon frosh on the ski team were PHIL WHEELER, JACK COLLINS, and FRANCIS LANE. If you ever happened to wander out to the athletic field on a May afternoon and looked behind the grand- stand, you would find ARMOND NADEAU and MAYNARD BUSH playing catch with a rubber ball. ED HALE and LARRY BUEB also represented the freshman class by pushing a lawn mower around center field! As the routine of elections rolled around, democratic or otherwise, DAVID BROOKS was elected to rule over the freshman class with BETTE MANN lending a help- ing hand as vice-president. LINDA CHICKERING was selected to keep all notes on our activities in our hrst year of high school. While DAVID was doing his best to keep us under control, JOHN BURGESS arose from the depths to work hand in hand with Uncle Carl to squeeze money from the class. JOHN was soon indoc- trinated with the Miller system. Eventually the upper- classmen explained to us that we should choose two rep- resentatives to express our thoughts and to bring ideas to the Student Council on how the high school should be run. We did just this. WARREN CROSS and BAR- BARA DUNN were elected to this honorable position. The true story is, that not much was actually accom- plished that year, because at every student council meet- ing, the upperclassmen had to play the part of a referee for our two chosen delegates. In the hub-bub of picking out students to represent our class, we managed to nail a few roving reporters, commonly called Spotlight staff members: MICKEY LYONS, LEIGH KENDALL, MARY MORSE, ELINOR WORDEN, and LARRY JOHNSON. Our nightingale members with their sweet Qlj, full, rich voices were ARLENE NADEAU, JOANNE TEFFT, PAT CARVER, IRENE BOVER, and SHIRLEY LA- MOUREAUX. Those representing us through their in- strumental abilities and having membership in the orchestra were STEPHANIE MULLEN, LESLIE KA- SANDI and ARLENE SEARLES. ELEANOR VAN- DERPOOL, LARRY JOHNSON, and PHIL WHEELER were members of the band. THE COLONEL