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

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ing success was the excellent handling he received from JUDY MARTIN and ANN POTASH, his agents. From the vague direction of Bonnyvale Road came a trace of alcoholic odor, and, as ALBERT and MARIE FROST whizzed by us, they shouted that it must be the last vestige of BEVERLY BEARSE'S and ROCHELLE FREDRICKSON'S still. ALBERT and MARIE each had large amounts of S. Sz H. green stamps clutched feverishly in their fists-the last remains of the once famous and gigantic Frost Superduper Market Chain. With a clank and a clatter, DICK JOHNSON and STEVE HOLDEN flashed by. They were frozen in po- sition as they vainly tried to change a tire. We can still hear the echo See, I told you the Model A was better. As RICHARD DAVIS, auctioneer, zoomed by, he pleaded with us for a bid on his Woolworth Special Ming vase. Traveling closely behind him was ESTELLE BAILEY, same profession, dragging DAVID ALLBEE and REUBEN ABBOT by the ears. As she says, auction- eers need good audiences. PETE BEEBE whizzed by, shotgun in hand, preceded by a wildly-flapping stork. It seems that PETE is running a diaper service. Wonder where he got the idea? JOE BOBEE picks up the wet wash and IRV, PERKINS runs the showroom. BILL BEAM does the washing and HANK KEMPF paints the red polka dots on the diapers. ' A cloud of the green approached cushioning Mad- man BRIGGS, Used Car Dealer extraordinary. The green proved to be his day's receipts. ELLA BARNES, ESTHER BRISTOL, and CAROL JOHNSON emerged from the cloud dressed in perky little BRIGGS' Bikinis. ARNOLD also runs a nation-wide chain of drive-ins. DOC got in an air pocket and took time to give us the local news as he sees it. BRAD FELLOWS has developed a new breed of cows, whose primary function is to give pistachio milk- shakes. Working with him is state champion hog-caller, SUE HERBERT. ARTHUR BRUNELL, DICK HOWE, and BILLY FARNHAM run the milking machines, al- though it is rumored that a change is in the offering. Last week the hoses ran chocolate instead of pistachio. STUART THURBER has established a broken bones clinic, his able f?j secretaries, RUTH OSGOOD, BETTY RADCLIFF and SHIRLEY PACETTI intro- duced us to his staff from our vantage point in the stratosphere. As his comforting nurses we find NORMA LEONARD, BETTY PARSONS, RAMONA POWERS and MARILYN SLICER. We aren't sure yet just whom they are comforting, STUART or the patients. NONI SAK seemed to be serving in some oHicial capacity, ap- parently that of chairwoman. PAUL LEE and FRANCIS LENOIS hold the bodies while STUART sets the bones. His knock-down, knock-out anesthetist is SYLVIA QUINN. The dust settled enough for us to view the remains of ALAN NADEAU'S Artist Studio. ALAN'S models are BOB MCKENNEY and DON LEWIS. A wayside sign proclaimed the existence of Burmese BET'I'Y'S Byzantine Beaneryg I guess BETTY SPAULD- ING has a flair for the oriental in foods as well as in finery. This elegant eatery is served by JEAN' ETTE THURBER, LEE WEATHERHEAD, BAR- BARA WILDER and RUTH WATTS. Their greatest competitor is across the street, Siamese SANDY'S Soup Saloon. SANDY ROBERTSON employs MIKE SHORT and HAROLD WARWICK as bouncers. Often seen there are CARL SARGENT, DAVE SHATNEY, RONNY PECK, and GEORGE SLOCUM, buyers for a famous Paris perfumery. Trotting down the road on the horns of a dilemma as well as on the teeth of a Saint Bernard, we see ROGER SPARKS, who with RAY SNOW, is in the dog-groom- ing business. They have contributed to the successes of many canine exhibitors in major shows. F.B.I. man, CHET RILLING, shouted up to us from the spire of Centre Church: The cause of the disturbance was a delayed-reaction explosion as a result of the com- bined labors of the first and third period chemistry classes back in ole '56. All the reactions that never reacted accumulated until this day so we could see all our old classmates again. By some ironic stroke of fate, all our notorious old cronies, drawn by our magnetic personalities, and urged along by a carload of T.N.T., have made a glorious effort to attend this our tenth re- union. Since we realize that our lives are now not worth a plugged nickel, and since we don't want you to be able to forget us, Mr. Miller will be our agent for the sale of disgustingly realistic shrunken heads taken from life and to be kept by you as souvenirs. C yrzthia Plumb Richard Geeky' Class Motto WE BUILD THE LADDER BY WHICH WE RISE Class Colors BLUE AND SILVER 38 Class Flowers BLUE AND WHITE CARNATIONS THE COLONEL

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CLASS PROPHECY 5-4-3-2-1--O fExplosionj As I was proceeding about my normal order of business that fair day in June, 1966, I became aware that our usual hackneyed lives had received some slight alteration. This startling revelation appeared to me as I was hurtling past the ninth moon of Jupiter. On the down draft, with a flourish of trum- pets and a hard thunk, my descent ended. Peering over the edge of my landing field, I discovered myself to be perched on what seemed to be a mushroom-shaped cloud, hovering over a devastated Earth. Looking around I perceived that I had been joined by one of my classmates from old '56, CYNTHIA PLUMB, my part- ner in the Crinkle-fender Driving School. CBribes for license inspection prepaid.j As CYNTHIA joins me in gazing down to our former habitat, we notice a black speck growing rapidly largerg it's a bird-it's a plane- it's the Crinkle-fender D. F. class, NANCIANNE DARLING, JOYCE PIERCE, ANNETTE CATTO, and JANICE LUCIER, catching up with their old Profs. NANCIANNE, on her way up, paused long enough to tell us that SANDRA BARRUP, JACKI WELLS, and MARJORIE ADAMS have started their own nursery school, girl babies only. They have finally decided to accept others of their sex as natural members of society. Assisting them are lovable and funloving JOAN COL- LINS, BARB BRANKA, ARLENE SNOW, MYRNA MARTIN, and IRENE SQUIRES. NANCIANNE also met the former DEBBIE ROONEY and PAT DAR- LING. PAT finally found the man she went to get- after nine years of college. One little girl belongs to the former DEBBIE ROONEY, whose family thus far con- sists of a basketball team and one cheerleader. The latter she was bringing to the school. A ruckus distracted us and we found LENNIE NA- DEAU and DON REED bombing by us in the throes of a heated debate as to whether or not they would reach Mars on their own momentum. Their old friend and referee, STEVE BARRE, has become the editor of the Barre Bugleg he has finally found some way of getting his name in print often enough to suit himself. His chief newsboy is DAVID HODGE, who with PAUL CADE gave up the expensive practice of shattering lab equipment soon after graduation. They tell us that on windy nights you can hear the luscious tenor of BOB INGRAM hawking the evening edition through Main Street. In the distance we heard a celestial fanfare-was it Gabriel? Our questions vanished as the portly figure of DICK GALE split the mistg likewise he was on his way to the Stratosphere. We noticed that he was wearing the uniform of a captain in the Salvation Army. The music 1956 YEARBOOK issued from his band which contains: JOYCE ALEX- ANDER, JANICE PREBLE, MARION MOELLER, BILL CURTIN, DONNA RETZ, and JOAN LOOMIS -instrumentalistsg ROBERTA MADDEN, ELEANOR BELL, DORIS POTTER, SHIRLEY PETRIE-major- ettesg and DON FULLAM, BUTCH LAPAN, ELWIN HIGLEY, PETER HARRISON, BUD HENRY, and DICK SODERBERG, as their world-famous choristers. PHIL, floor-manager of TURNER, TURNER, TUR- NER, and HOLMQUIST Girdle Manufacturers, whizzed past with his mouth full of pins, and his arms around his dressmaking dummies, SANDY BOYCE and MARY CARLEY. Their credo: We put the squeeze in the right place! He called down to ask us if his models, ALAN DUNKLEE and HAROLD NEWELL, had passed yet. We replied that his partners, JOHN, TERRY, and PHIL had dropped by, but not his showmen. Spitting out his pins, he informed us that SUSAN DUTTON and CAROL MALLOY are running a flower shop just so they can sell mistletoe at Christmas. PETER HAWKS is the jovial Santa Claus in their window display. Also, MARILYN BROOKS, ANN PARKHURST, JUNE WAITE, and DONNA VOSE are running a dancing school. Queuing up at the door may be seen SHEP- ARD BURNETT, GEORGE HUTCHINS, and PAUL STONE. The girls have given up their wild pajama parties in favor of greater things. Again the faculty at B.H.S. has been altered we no- tice as they go byg GEORGE FORBES and BETTY COBB are heads of the English and language depart- mentsg JOAN BRUCE teaches chemistryg FRANCIS COOLBETH is now boy's coach, while AUDREY DA- VIS orders the girls aroundg LYLE AUSTIN keeps track of the books in the library, JIMMY MASTERS is head of vocal music and his pal, RICHARD YOUNG, counsels the kiddies as to desirable futures, DANNY MOSMAN directs the instrumentalists. The administra- tion has been monopolized by'the EVANS family: HARRY, principal, STANLEY, assistantg BARB, tele- phone-answerer, and GORDON, pencil-sharpener. Another tidbit we pick up is that CHRISSIE ANGELL fell into a stupor right after commencement and hasn't said a word since. She just crochets doilies for forever faithful, PUSSY COOKE, to sell from door to door. A neon sign flashed by revealing that RITA RAGINA and VILMA VAUPEL are back in old NEW YORK taking Radio City by storm! The Rockettes never had it so good! Behind this came a sign showing TERRY HUBBARD'S successes at the Blue Angel. TERRY picked up a choice repertoire of French songs during his year on the Riviera. One reason for TERRY'S smash- 37

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