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

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CLASS HI TORY UST like the nuts that fall, weire a little cracked, that's all. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, here comes our wagon ! Gaily we yodeled this, our theme song, as we tumbled from our yellow paddy-wagons and landed in a heap before the high stone walls of B. H. S. Mental Institute and Nuthouse. Suddenly a little man with a white coat threw open the doors and invited us in. Not so nice as Maine but you'll like it here, we were greeted as he frisked u's for concealed weapons and loose change. Zoom, crash, and Doc Parryis strong-arm boys, called patrols, appeared to push, shove, and drag . . . er, usher us to our respective wards, 215, 216, 111, 128 and 131. Those who struggled were deported to padded cell 120, deep down in the shop-wing. Thus our mental rehabilitation began. Before we were settled, Andy Natowich challenged to a rough game of tiddly-winks the following boys: HARRY PELKY, RAY GROUT, DAVE MONROE, KENNY STRONG, JIM MIKUSKI, HARVEY MILLER, DICK SPRAGUE, PUNKY JAQUITH, PETE CROSS, BOB LUKE, DON ELLIOT, MACKY BURNHAM and ROBERT KING. Drowning out the crunching of bones and the screams of the injured were TOM CUTLER, PAT IRISH, JEAN CUTLER, JOHN WHEELER, CAROLE ROMPREY, ROBERT JOHN- SON, ALBERT SMITH and JOYCE EDSON. They wailed, squeaked and groaned in an aggregation oddly known as the band, and we do mean odd! JOHN WHEELER, CAROLE ROMPREY, JEAN CUTLER, JAMES IRISH and JOYCE EDSON, who needed fur- ther occupation were enrolled in the orchestra. Just as our simple minds began to adjust to a quiet existence of basket-weaving and knock-knock jokes, it happened-Initiation! B. H. S.'s most advanced cases escaped to torture and maim innocent Frosh for an entire day. That evening we were lured to the Blow- out where muscle-bound maniacs, known as Senior heartthrobs, danced with our Freshman girls. The gals went nuts . Yep, them was the crazy days when LEUEEN HECTOR adored he-men and never noticed Bucky, and when PUNKY JAQUITH was still getting into the Paramount for twelve cents. Chasing rabbits cross-country were PHIL NURSE, WALTER DEYO, and ROBERT DAVIDSON. These boys just couldn't be persuaded that they weren't hounddogs. Having convinced TONY GIALLELLA and FLOYD RECORD that you can't put a round peg in a square hole, Coach Rounds furthered their education Freshman History 32 by teaching them to shoot round basketballs into round baskets. Ranting and raving on the sidelines were two hopeless cases in short skirts, LEUEEN HECTOR and JUDI MANLEY. Baby it's cold outside! Several idiots, not understand- ing why normal people stayed in by a warm fire, crept outside the gate of our famous institution and made tracks for the hills. Gopher Holmes loaded BUCKY WELLMAN, PAT IRISH, JOHN WHEELER and HERBY MOSMAN on skis, and these ardent snow- bunnies shushed and boomed all winter long. In the farthest corner of the institution, three scream- ing members of our group, TILLA JONES, KENNY STRONG and ALBERT SMITH, were placed under the care of Nurse Gates. Not knowing what to do with them, she shut them in a closet with the rest of the choir. Good behavior is not unrewarded and those P. C.'s directed to snoop in our affairs and run the searchlight -ah-Spotlight-were BARBARA BRADSHAW, JEAN CUTLER, JILL WILLIAMS, NANCY MAD- DEN, and CAROLYN ALLBEE. Seeing that our institutional rights were upheld in Student Council were JEAN CUTLER and WARD BRYANT. We provided our lawyers with a large book- case of Mad comics for reference in case they ran out of arguments. And for poor conduct . . . confinement to two months' hard labor under Andy's tender guidance. Cutting grass and pulling dandelions were BUCKY WELLMAN, RAY GROUT, DAVE MONROE, FLOYD RECORD, HARVEY MILLER, MACKY BURNHAM and Manager HERBY MOSMAN drag- ging a lawn hose around. These fellows have been out in left field ever since. Running in circles around the cinder track trying to catch Father Time were TONY GIALLELLA, WARD BRYANT, DAVE GUNZINGER, RUSSELL HOWE, PETE CROSS, PHIL NURSE, KENNY STRONG, TOM BROOKS, DON ELLIOT, WALTER DEYO, DICK SPRAGUE and Assistant Manager PUNKY JAQUITH with his nose in a Charles Atlas manual. Three frustrated characters, PAT IRISH, JOHN WHEELER, and RONNIE HECTOR, who just wanted to make love, were sent to the tennis court by mistake. We heard that they were well satisfied with the situation. Then came the shining spot of the year. Was it a light bulb? No. Was it a flashlight? No. Was it Charlie Davis's-ah-thinning hairline? Wel-l-l-no,-To cele- THE COLONEL