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

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on Fairground Boulevard, chanting the theme song from Blackboard Jungle, pricking all our friends with push button knives, and exchanging the past season's Tales of Terror. Here I am making us sound like delinquents, when we were really the most lovable little fools you could hope to encounter anywhere. O. M. P. stood on the podium and gave his annual Sixteen Tons' lecture. We were then given to our respective keepers: Mr. Bun fBe Preparedj CHAFFEY, MR. WALTER fUnlike are we, unlikej Cohen, MR. BURTON fLine up those tablesj Gregg and Mr, GORDON fLadies love a gentle- manj Thomas. Many changes had been wrought in our congregation that year. Leaving our Bohemian way of existence to seek a more cultured way of life were: PAUL CARR, JEAN LUCIER, FRANCIS COOLBETH, and DONALD BELL. Those poor unfortunates who entered into the confusion were: BARBARA WILDER, JIMMY MAS- TERS, ELIZABETH STRONG, TOMMY LAWTON, and JOE BOBEE. Uncle Carl fthe first hundred years are the hardestj Miller prowled the halls, money satchel ready, prepared to receive all loose change and shekels that any of his hapless victims might have stashed away. Deciding we needed some gang leaders to rule our mob, we elected the following Guys and Dolls : DEB- ORAH ROONEY, PRESIDENT, MARJORIE AD- AMS, VICE PRESIDENT, CYNTHIA PLUMB, SEC- RETARY, and DAVID HODGE, TREASURER. As Autumn fell so did football, those answering N. A. T. O.'S call to arms, Wit, were TERRY, JOHN, and PHIL TURNER, HANK KEMPF, PETE BEEBE, PHIL HOLMQUIST, BUTCH LAPAN, DON FULLAM, ROGER SPARKS and BOB INGRAM. These mangy specimens were all that we had to offer as sacri- fices, but apparently they were of some use because we remained undefeated that year. DANNY MOSMAN and PETE HARRISON wiped up what little there was to wipe up, thus earning the plush titles of managers. The band was swelled with the greatest when DEB- BIE ROONEY, our Pied Piper, swung up her baton and RICHARD GALE, MURIEL FIEDLER, PAT DAR- LING, JANICE PREBLE, MARGE ADAMS, DEBBIE BOYNTON, MARION MOELLER, STUART THUR- BER, JOYCE ALEXANDER, WILLIAM CURTIN, STANLEY BAKER, PAUL STONE, and STEPHEN BARRE, double-timed to their positions. SANDY BOYCE, HONEY MALLOY, and MARY CARLEY, were the delightful, delovely gals who pranced on before the wandering minstrels and did all sorts of things with their clubs. Our budding Dorothy Dixes were: CYNTHIA PLUMB, MARGE ADAMS, PETE HAWKS, and 1956 YEARBOOK DICK GALE. These nosey newsmongers were every- where looking for juicy bits of scandal. The orchestra consisted of the following sophomore ingredients: MARION MOELLER, JOYCE ALEXAN- DER, MARGE ADAMS, DEBBIE BOYNTON, MU- RIEL FIEDLER, PAT DARLING, STANLEY BAKER, DAVID, HODGE, RICHARD GALE, and STEVE BARRE. Autumn slipped away to let winter make her debut and sportswise we moved from the turf to the hardwood. A tisket, a tasket, another missed basket was the cry of PETER BEEBE, DICK SODERBERG, TERRY and JOHN TURNER, HANK KEMPF, BUTCH LAPAN. We welcomed Coach Nellie Rounds to the fold this year. This tiny, miniature Mr. Peepers, with his faded corduroy jacket, quickly won a niche in the hearts of all. Our one and only lass on the cheering squad this year was JUDY fBut I am enoughj MARTIN. Seen winging their way down the slopes like ardent snow bunnies were: DON FULLAM, PETE HAWKS, DANNY MOSMAN, and ALAN DUNKLEE. The music room was thrown into a great state of hurly- burly. The famous B. H. S. choir was reduced to dillies like the Tennessee Waltz, and Doggies in the Win- dow, that fall of fifty-three. Miss Gates-well she al- ways manages-finally convinced the weaker sex that they should not frustrate the fellows with baritone airs and calypso singing. After this JOYCE ALEXANDER, MARGE ADAMS, ANNETTE CATTO, JACKIE WELLS, JEANETTE THURBER, MARILYN BROOKS, NONI SAK, DEBBIE BOYNTON, DEBBIE ROONEY, HONEY MALLOY, MURIEL FIEDLER, JOHN TOMPKINS, PETE HAWKS, DICK GALE, DAVID HODGE, CURTIS MONROE, BOB IN- GRAM, and STEVE BARRE added melodious airs to the choir. The biggest and most fabulous blast of the year was naturally our dance. It was aptly called the Cupid's Caper and everyone had a ball. Spring. The time when a young man's fancy turns to track, baseball or tennis. Seen wearing white Italian shirts and toreador pants while sashaying around the oval were: PETE HAWKS, DANNY MOSMAN, BOB INGRAM, STEVE HOLDEN, BUTCH LAPAN, PHIL HOLMQUIST, DICK WHELAN, and CURTIS MON- ROE. Coming out of their winter hibernation to push lawn- mowers across the outfield and to pull crab-grass that was beginning to grow on Coach Natowich--I mean his diamond, rhinestone or whatever it's called-were: JOE BOBEE, HANK KEMPF, TERRY, JOHN, and PHIL TURNER, DICK SODERBERG, PETE BEEBE, and ROGER SPARKS. Somehow we were a championship baseball team. 31

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CLASS HI TORY Freshman Year AT long last, WE, the Class that happens once in a life time, entered the sacred halls of our million dollar, centrally Q ?j located, utopian sanctum, referred to by the commoners as B. H. S. From that very first day we made our notorious im- pressions on the desks Qin the form of initialsj, in the halls, and on the ? . We were assigned to homerooms, each of which was complete with a crank-er teacher- capable of turning us in, out, or over. Elected to grease the cranks were: President, LEONARD NADEAUQ Vice-president, ELWIN HIGLEYQ Secretary, CAROL MALLOY, Treasurer, DAVID HODGE, About this time the cry went out, All I want are the facts, man, just the facts, which was the by-line of our diligent Spot- light reporters: RICHARD GALE, MARY CARLEY, CAROL MALLOY, and CYNTHIA PLUMB. In search of excitement, Dandy Andy, our champion Tiddly-Winks player, challenged: VICTOR BEEBE, JOHN TURNER, PHIL TURNER, PHILIP HOLM- QUIST, DAVID ALLBEE, DONALD FULLAM, ROBERT INGRAM, HENRY KEMPF, and TERRY TURNER, to carry the punkin up and down the cow pasture without either gettin knocked down or steppin in sumpin. fCompliments of Andy Grifiithj VICTOR BEEBE, only playing his first year of sports, represented us on the Vermont All-State Football team. We think at this time it would appropriately fit to mention our F. F. A. members ALAN DUNKLEE, TERRY HUBBARD, PHILIP TURNER, PETER HARRISON, STUART THURBER, DANIEL MOSMAN, CURTIS MONROE, CHARLES RILLING, and HARRY EVANS, the first three of whom were champion hay and silage represent- atives in Burlington that glorious year. The mournful morn of November 7, 1952, brought to our full realization the meaning of Oppressed by multi- tudes, the best may fall, through our Frosh Initiation. From the High Notes echoing from 210, came the following outstanding men: DAVID HODGE, WIL- LIAM CURTIN, STEPHEN BARRE, PAUL STONE, RICHARD GALE, RICHARD GEEHR, ROBERT IN- GRAM, LEIGHTON NOYES, JR., PETER HAWKS, JAMES STRUTHERS, and CURTIS MONROE. While these talented lassies, JANICE PREBLE, MAR- JORIE ADAMS, MURIEL FIEDLER, MARION MOELLER, DEBORAH BOYNTON, DEBORAH ROONEY, JOYCE ALEXANDER, and ANTONETTE SAK added their talent too. These all accounted for the musical throng of our freshman year in the form of song. 30 The high stepping footnotes were SANDRA BOYCE, CAROL MALLOY, and MARY CARLEY. Floor burns were noticed on these athletes: VICTOR BEEBE, JOHN TURNER, HENRY KEMPF, TERRY TURNER, RICHARD SODERBERG, HAROLD WAR- WICK, LEONARD NADEAU, and PHILIP TURNER. When the slopes became covered with snow, seen wind- ing their way around, under, over, between, and through various trees and obstacles were ALAN DUNKLEE, PETER HAWKS, LEIGHTON NOYES, JR., DON- ALD FULLAM, THADDEUS BETTS, and DANIEL MOSMAN. Being of unusual ability, we decided to establish prec- edent by sponsoring the first dance ever to be given by THE Freshman Class in the new high school. In keeping with that which had to be new, we christened our dance as the glorious SHMOO. Dancing was not our only forte-we were well repre- sented in the field of dramatics by ROBERT INGRAM, PAUL STONE, DEBORAH BOYNTON, MURIEL FIEDLER, DAVID HODGE, PETER HAWKS, RICH- ARD GALE, LEIGHTON NOYES, JR., LEONARD NADEAU, and JOSEPH CAMOLLI, our class thespians. The big wheels governing the little wheels were: JO- SEPH CAMOLLI and ROBERT INGRAM, WAIT, WAIT! In the distance we see, crawling out from under one of his money bins, Carl Miller dressed in his most elaborate barrel exclaiming: My heart lies in BHS, but my money remains in Maine. As O. M. P. slices and hooks his way down the cor- ridors yelling, Fore, we are reminded that spring has approached and baseball is just around the corner with VICTOR BEEBE, HENRY KEMPF, JOHN TUR- NER, ROGER SPARKS, RICHARD SODERBERG, PHILIP TURNER, JOSEPH BOBEE, TERRY TUR- NER, and WILLIAM CURTIN, hitting it out. As this school year runs out, so do DANIEL MOSMAN and STEPHEN HOLDEN chasing time UQ. Playing King Size Ping Pong at the Parking Center-er tennis courts were RICHARD GEEHR, JOHN TOMPKINS, RICH- ARD GALE, and PETER HAWKS. Being of sound mind, in spite of our many activities, we bequeathed our status as Freshmen to the lowly eighth graders and moved up to the celestial rank of Sophomore, Wise F 001' Carol Elizabeth Malloy William Fmncir Curtin Sophomore Yeor September again smiled from the timekeepers of the ages, thus we wended our way back to the Ivy Halls, THE COLONEL

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Seen at the tennis courts and playing tennis for a change were : HAROLD WARWICK, DAVID HODGE, and PETE HAWKS. The year was fast drawing to a climax, and so we decided to wind things up with a picnic. We traveled one and all to the sun drenched shores of Lake Spofford and there enjoyed a day of fun and frolic, driving the chaper- ones batty, swimming to the island, burning hot dogs, tip- ping over canoes, throwing sand down peoples' necks, and in general just having some good wholesome fun. Such memories that brings back, I blush to think of it. Through our sophomore year we had many really tre- mendous times participating in these activitiesg however, many of us lived too far away, had to work after school or for some reason could not join in these extracurricular activities. But remember those homeroom and lunch pe- riods in which we had numerous wonderful moments and fellowship with one another. Those hours of study- ing and playing with each other will never be forgotten and will always be thought of with the very warmest of memories. Suran Dutton Stuart I. Thurber, jr. Junior Year There is a big crowd here today and it is hard to see the center of attention from here on this high row of seats in the grandstand. Many hearts are tense and anxiety is moving the impatient spectators. Suddenly, in a re- laxed tone, a dominant voice quells the agitating popu- lace gathered here today as :--Qbellj . There they go!!! I mean, there they go Qsniffj. As the graduating class of 1955 slowly and solemnly leaves the gymnasium to the heart warming beat of Pomp and Circumstancef' where they very reverently handed the heavy burdens of the Senior Class to us JUNIORS, we suddenly come to the drastic but dramatic conclusion that-we are SENIORS. However, this is but the last step on that triumphant ladder which decides seniority-let us review the pre- vious rung. Indeed without this round we would have been incapacitated as to the attainment of that which we now possess. For to achieve the zenith at which we prer- ently exist, and under the prevailing pomp and circum- stances of a missing link-for the proverbial chain is as strong as its missing link-would be deucedly difficult without said entity, for what good is a ladder of a given number of steps if only the hypothetical digit minus one of the aggregate number of rungs is utilized? Now I ask you-What? The first day of school fif chronological development 32 is now in orderj brought much surprise and laughter from the student body of juniors. Following the avid introduction to the rigor and mortis of school life by HIM, we proceeded to our first classes of the year. Well, there was this right jolly fellow . . . and he had all the physical qualities of a jolly one too . . . don't you think he didn't . . . this fellow was experienc- ing his first year at B. H. S., this was our Little john Goss, the smiling English teacher, and he had all the radiance on his complacent, cherubic countenance that would be expected of any teacher thrilled by the atten- tiveness of his students on the first day of school, or per- haps betterly stated, a quiet day at the office. Uncle Matty ffive cent-ah-meet-ahsj Cebula was proud that day of some new film strips on physics that he wanted to show the class. Dees films cost da school at least 100 dollars, he said as he was opening the package. However, unbeknown to him, he was holding the con- tainer upside down and as he pulled out the drawer the ten of them fell to the floor, crashingg ephemeral ex- citement ensued. Mr. My Boy Flattop Davis, or more properly ad- dressed, Uncle Charlie Far and Few Between, was in his usual jocular mood as world history class solemnly opened another of its annual tirades. All right now people, let's see if we can't get this now, it's easy and let's settle down now-yes, Roger, you may get a drink of water,- Preacher Miller could be clearly heard down the hall introducing to us open-eared students the broad topic of American History and the Peabody Sisters. Have you ever been in that quiet inner sanctum down stairs in the junior High Wing-C1543-? That's where Miss Knapp teaches her juniors algebra with its various phases and dazes. Have you ever wondered what all those strange figures and lines on the board were-? Well, I'll let you in on something. Miss Knapp is Picasso's sister. The old Vermont State Aggie, himself, was at it that day too. Mr. Gregg was seen playing a fast game of tiddly-winks with Miss Hot Rod Edland after hours that Wednesday. Our junior homeroom teachers were Stu grease mon- key Hunt, Mr. Charles the man in the smoky room Vose, Miss a-j-b-1-c Knapp, Mrs. expert's rhythm drill Baldwin, and Miss Nowicki, the lady of the HOUR. We did have some students this year somewhere. Some of the more sports-minded girls were out with the field hockey sticks hitting the grass-rather the ball and trying to bruise each other with a black eye or a sprained ankle. They were MARILYN BROOKS, LYN- DELL MANNING, JUDY MARTIN, MARION MOELLER, ANN PARKHURST, CYNTHIA PLUMB, ,IANICE PREBLE, SANDRA ROBERTSON, BETTY THE COLONEL