Frank Scott Bunnell High School - Laurel Yearbook (Stratford, CT)

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Mrs. Louise Brown Librarian Mrs. Jean Middaugh Library Assistant Mr. James Connors A prodigy of learning. Smollett A builder of better vocabularies. Providing the building blocks of language construction — New words — definitions, tricky spellings. . A teacher of superior reading skills — Speed, perception, understanding. Leading the way to a storehouse of knowledge. More than a quiet room, A world of knowledge — filled with books. Each book a fascinating world in itself. Waiting to be explored. Mr. Patrick Gregor “TO have to take an educated guess — eeny, meeny, miny, moe ...” Additional Faculty Members Mr. Wilsie Currie, Mathematics Mrs. Suzanne Murphy, Social Studies Mr. Robert Norcia, Science Mr. Harry Noyes, English Mrs. Mary Pitt, Mathematics Miss Dominca Schaller, Social Studies Mr. Robert Silk, Social Studies Mrs. Beverly Slatcher, Foreign Language Mr. Tracy Smith, Science Mrs. Ruth Taylor, English 22

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If music is the food of love, play on! Shakespeare Did you ever stop to think what a school function would be without the addition of Bunnell’s bands and choirs? A football game without a band, an assembly without a choir, would yield a school without spirit. The Dance Band, Concert Band and Wind Ensemble, along with the A Cappella, Mixed Choirs and the Bunnell Singers, help strengthen the enthusi- asm that binds Bunnell students together. Mr. Thomas DiMaio Mr. Charles Wakeley Mr. Robert Lenox Supervisor “I’ve got rhythm. “I bet Liberace never played chopsticka like this before.” 21

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“I just caught me a white tornado!” Service is our heritage. Shakes peare I 1 Mrs. Daisy Rae One, Two, Cha . .. Cha ,. . Cha. It is 11:18 — The large, quiet room is again filled with ravenous stomachs disguised as students. Trays appear on tabletops in red profusion. Sandwiches emerge from bags of waxed paper — Peanut butter, lunch meat . . . meat loaf? Slurp, slush — milk and ice Cream Sandwiches again become consumed in the heat of rapidly working mouths. White-clad women rush back to the kitchen — More sandwiches — we need more bologna! Others toil unceasingly behind pots of foot-long hotdogs and beefaroni. Trying mightily to fill the demands of 1400 starving students — who all seem to want supers! Almost an hour and a half has passed — The large, quiet room is again just a large, quiet room — Inhabited by a few straggling students Slowly finishing their ice cream. And a couple of ammonia-wielding custodians scrubbing Dutifully unoccupied tables and paper — Littered aisles. 'Let those kids wait — we’re having our picture taken.' 23