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

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I have now come to the end of the service record of our talented freshman class and also to the end of a hundred and eighty-one days of bard work. Now the time had come for us to move on. Those of us, who learned the incomprehensible meaning of studying and homework, were allowed a three months vacation. We strolled out the door into the summer air-now we were MIGHTY sophomores! -John Michael Collinr Sophomore Yeor It was a humid September morning in 1952 when we, the class of 1955, 168 strong, dragged ourselves from our respective beds-naturally with considerable prod- ding-and began the arduous task of preparing for school. Yes, the time had come for us to prove that, as sophomores, we were not at all deserving of the phrase wise fooIs -no siree-there was nothing wise about us! Through no fault of their own, Mrs. Chaffey, Miss Knapp, Mr. Gregg, Mr. Vose, and Miss Ward were stuck with the job of being our homeroom teachers. Poor souls--it was a trying year for all of them. Miss Knapp finally solved her problem, however, by turning her room into a gamingf ?j casino. The dust had scarcely begun to settle onthe books again when the call came for all boys experienced in throwing the bull-er, I mean the pigskin. Those who readily volunteered were: LARRY BUEB, CHARLIE COUGH- LIN, STAN HOLMQUIST, FRANNY LANE, RUS- SELL MEARS, STEVE SARGENT, TERRY WATSON, and HUGH WHITNEY. IRENE BOVER, PAT CARVER, and ELIZABETH TOMPKINS were the in- spirationf PJ by which the boys brought home victories. They jumped around and yelled their hearts out, hoping, of course, that no one would see through their clever maneuver to sit on the bench with the team. Music hath charms to sooth the aching heart, says the old proverb. Was this the reason why JUNE BETTIS, LARRY JOHNSON, LESLIE KASANDI, STEPHANIE MULLEN, ARLENE NADEAU, DORIS NEWCOMB, and ELEANOR VANDERPOOL joined the band? At any rate, they seemed to enjoy this medicine, and, under the skillful direction of Mr. Carville, learned to produce healing strains more often than irritating ones. Another brand of tonic was the orchestra. LARRY JOHNSON, LESLIE KASANDI, MAUREEN LYONS, STEPH- ANIE MULLEN, ARLENE NADEAU, DORIS NEW- COMB, and ARLENE SEARLES were active ingredients in this potion. Hark! Is that angels' voices which I hear ? Perhaps they didn't exactly sound like the heavenly hosts, but at least IRENE BOVER, JOHN BURGESS, PAT BUR- ROWS, PAT CARVER, BARBARA DUNN, CARL GUNZINGER, LEIGH KENDALL, NANCY KING, 1955 YEARBOOK PAT MADDEN, CLARE MARROW, CORRINNE MARTELLE, ALLAN MCANNEY, STEPHANIE MULLEN, ARLENE NADEAU, JOANNE TEFFT, ELIZABETH TOMPKINS, TERRY WATSON, PHIL WHEELER, and ELEANOR VANDERPOOL couldn't be accused of not trying. Before Miss Gates' patience had entirely gone, they had begun to let forth the desired golden tones. And, of course, if the picture became too dull, there was always our own Johnny Ray-alias CARL GUNZINGER-to reduce the audience to tearsf ?j with The Little White Cloud That Cried. Word came around that Uncle Carl Miller had escaped from prison and was back at his old tricks again. His system consisted of charging students full fare to get into the football games. JOHN BURGESS, MARTHA HANNUM, LEIGH KENDALL, HUGH MCCLEL- LAN, and DOT WELCOME had been chosen homeroom treasurers, and they quickly began selling S.A.S. tickets as racketeer insurance. To prevent further corruption among school authori- ties, LINDA CHICKERING, WARREN CROSS, HUGH MCCLELLAN, and PHIL WHEELER were elected to the student council. Our class decided to re- organize too, and WARREN CROSS was selected as the new president. ESTELLE BULLARD was chosen as the girl most suitable to sit on his knee-uh-that is, to take notes on the proceedingsg TERRY WATSON, to handle the money fif we ever got our hands on anyj 3 and PAT CARVER, to take over if WARREN became too power- mad. Mrs. Chalfey agreed to act as legal advisor. As members of the local chapter of the Busybodies of America, WARREN CROSS, LEIGH KENDALL, LOIS MERRILL, and MARY MORSE spent part of their time gleaning bits of juicy gossip from unsuspecting victims. They published this information in the Reformer under the heading B. H. S. Spotlight. Long before Santa Claus made his annual visit, LARRY BUEB, JOHN BURGESS, MAYNARD BUSH, and ED HALE were stricken with serious cases of basketball fever. By the end of the season it had de- veloped into basketball blues, but there were many comments of, There's another year coming! During this period FRANNY LANE, RICHARD STEVENS and PHIL WHEELER could be seen speeding down the glistening slopes of a winter wonderlandf?J. It seems these rugged nature boys preferred those wide open spaces of the out-of-doors. Apparently the student council hadn't been able to clean up the school completely, because the annual magazine drive was launched to raise money. KAY BENEDICT, GEORGE COOK, VIRGINIA KOSHIN- SKY, HERBERT MCCLELLAN, and PHIL WHEELER were selected as our homeroom Iieutenants. They must have performed their duties well, because the campaign was a success. 31

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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

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The productions You Can't Take It With You, Captain of the Guard, Figureheads, and Arsenic and Old Lace demonstrated that the class of '55 had some up and coming young thespians. Vying for the spot- light were JOHN BURGESS, LARRY JOHNSON, CLARE MARROW, RICHARD STEVENS, and TERRY WATSON. NANCY CHICKERING, NANCY KING, and CLARE MARROW seized the opportunity to have the audience to themselves for a few minutes by reaching the finals in the Sherman Prize Speaking Con- test. NANCY CHICKERING came through with second prize and CLARE with third. Not bad for a couple of sophomores! In the spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of -baseball, track or tennis! Certainly there were plenty of chances for the boys to exhibit their various athletic skills. MAYNARD BUSH chose swinging the hickory, LARRY BUEB and ED HALE displayed their fine physiques on the cinder path, and PHIL WHEELER, DONALD DOMPIER and RICHARD STEVENS burned up the tennis courts. June rolled around and we decided to put the finish- ing touches on an already stupendous year by having a class picnic at Spofford Lake. My, but we had fun! So what if half the merry group did catch pneumonia from swimming in the icy water. Yes, time had flown away- no one knew where--and the curtain was falling on the last act of our sophomore year. But wait! Dry those tears. Our junior year is right around the corner. -Linda Ann C bifkerin g Junior Year Now it can be told! The history of our junior year having been censored for publication Qand modified for the benefit of the underclassmenj is now presented in its abridged form. One hundred and fifty-three strong we thronged gayly through the beckoning portals, and confident as homing pigeons, located our homerooms. How we mighty jun- iors lorded it over those gree-een freshmen. We were just assembling in our seats when a big blow came over the Usquawk-box. A booming voice ordered us to proceed to the auditorium. This is the annual occurrence where Mr. Parry states the old fand springs the newj rules, and where Uncle coppers, silver, greenbacksn Carl gives his pep talk on the wonderful features of the S.A.S. To propel this mighty horde through our third year we elected JOHN BURGESS as president, PAT BUR- ROWS was to take the responsibility in case of his ab- sence. MARILYN STILLWELL was chosen to keep the minutes of the class meetings in writing fthat is, if she could keep up with all the amendments and defeated motionsj and BRUCE WHITE was entrusted with our money. Mr. Laing, because of his ability fthrough geom- 32 etryj to teach the girls the angles and the boys the curves, was chosen faculty advisor. While these elections were taking place, Coach Andy Natowich had his football team doing millions of push- ups, bicycle exercises, and general calisthenics. Members of our glorious junior class on this team, which went through the season without a defeat, were RED BUEB, BULL BUSH, GEORGE COOK, CHARLIE COUGHLIN, ED HALE, FRANNY LANE, STEVE SARGENT, and TERRY WATSON. During the first few months some newcomers were re- cruited, despite due warning, and SUE JONES, AU- DREY O'BRIEN, LOREN ROBBINS, and JANE TOLE joined our ranks. ELEANOR WHITE and YVONNE JOHNSON also returned to B.H.S. We were also told that some other new faces had appeared this year. Mr. and Mrs. Philip Scott, Miss Baroujian, Mr. Cohen, Mrs. McKinnon, Mr. Rounds, and Mr. White came to replace teachers who hastily retired when they discovered that we were definitely promoted. ESTELLE BULLARD and BARBARA DUNN joined veterans IRENE BOVER and PAT CARVER to lead the frantic cheering of the student body at sport events. What legsher, what acrobats! Do any of you happen to remember seeing WARREN CROSS and DICK STEVENS running over hill and dale without so much as a glance behind them? At first the general opinion was that these boys were in some sort of trouble, but after careful investigation, it was discovered that these boys were conditioning for the cross-coun- try squad. Democratically f?J directing student activities and spending our hard-earned money were Student Council members, JOHN BURGESS, LINDA CHICKERING, MARTHA HANNUM, WARREN CROSS, DAVID BROOKS, and HUGH MCCLELLAN. JOHN BURGESS, NANCY KING, and LINDA CHICKERING were selected to help re-organize the DIAL, out of print for two years. Their literary abilities, combined with the rest of the staffs, produced a truly successful DIAL. Swish! Those of our class who were on Coach Rounds' team of desperados trying vainly to sink the leather through the hoops were LARRY BUEB, MAY- NARD BUSH, ED HALE, and JOHN BURGESS, It seems that a number of juniors found an excess of hot air which they could waste. Disposing of this in per- fect harmony, under Miss Gates' guiding hand, were JOAN COTE, CORRINE MARTELLE, STEPHANIE MULLEN, PAT MADDEN, BARB DUNN, PAT BUR- ROWS, CLARE MARROW, JOANNE TEFFT, AR- LENE NADEAU, LEIGH KENDALL, CARL GUN- ZINGER, BILL ELLIOTT, RAMON BOVER, TERRY WATSON, and ALAN MCANNEY. Others turned to the Band and Orchestra for a means of ridding them- THE COLONEL