Hartford High School - Hartford Key Yearbook (White River Junction, VT)

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SENIOR YEAR (at last) United in a home room for the first time since entering H. H. S., our number, reduced to 42, failed to fill room 5. Joyce Twiss and Rita Coutnoir were the new faces in our group. During the year we have lost eight members of our class. They are: Arthur Thibodeau, who has joined the Navy; Alvin Ricker, who joined the Army and also James Harvey who joined the Army Air Corps. Ellen Howarth transferred to Hanover; Edward Dcnn who moved to Roxbury, M ass.; Rita Coutnoir who transferred to Newport Center; Dorothy E. White who left school; and Eleanor Chase who is now Mrs. Henry Bradbury. There is a strong possibility that others will be called for military service before June, since several have already enlisted in the Navy. The eleven remaining boys have banded together in self protection against the overwhelming feminine membership. The results of the all-important class election were as follows: President, Robert Eske; vice president, John Bogle; secretary, Betty Bettis; treasurer, Richard Laskey; Sgt. at arms, Timothy Dun-ley: attorney-at-law, Peter Eilosa. Later in the year when the Student Council was organized William Liberty and Ruth Sanders were chosen as Senior members in addition to the Class President, Robert Eske, and home room representative, John Bogle. Our class started the social season with an innovation a reception lor the Faculty and Freshmen Class. After a musical program, the Freshmen and new members of the faculty were initiated into the sacred halls of H.H.S. Our class sponsors were Mr. Freitas and Miss Erie. With great success, the Senior Class presented a great comedy, That Crazy Smith Family,” in November. This [day was a great financial and dramatic success. Our last few weeks at H. H. S. were occupied with preparation of the year book, and with the many attendant details of graduation. The faculty on the whole agrees that there will never be another class like the class of ‘45. Come what may, time w ill bring out the courage, generosity, and knowlec Ige of the mighty class of ‘45. And as the night must follow the day, so will each of the under classes take its turn at being mighty seniors. But we all know- that their thoughts will probably be: Will we ever reach the standards of the class of ‘45? Can we ever make such an impression on the student body and faculty as did the class of ‘45? Have we the ambition, spirit, or intellectual standing of the class of ‘45? We, the class of ‘45 wish you all the patience and understanding you’ll need to reach this goal. Here is a theme we leave to all the graduating classes to remember us by: “Blow wind! come, wrack! At least we’ll die with harness on our back. —William Shakespeare Raymond Hall William Liberty 16

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candidates, we decided that the following would fill the bill as class officers for the year: President: Lawrence Theriault; vice-president: Albert Romano; Secretary, Ruth Sanders; treasurer: Betty Hathorn; Sgt. at Arms: Edward Rosen-beck. Later in the year William Carr replaced Edward Rosenbeck as Sgt. at Arms since Edward left Hartford High school. Our contributions to the S.A.B. were Alvin Southwick and Robert Eske. SOPHOMORE YEAR Upon entering rooms six and seven, in the fall of 1942, as Sophomores, we noticed several new members of our class: Luther Fletcher, who had left us for a year at West Lebanon, Frank Sanders, Anne Wilson, Dorothy E. White, and Edward Denn. Our first class meeting was held to elect officers for the forthcoming year. The elected were: Alvin Southwick, president; Albert Romano,, vice president; Ruth Sanders, secretary; and Betty Hathorn, treasurer. Alvin Southwick and John Bogle represented the class on the S.A.B. Our sponsors were Miss Hannifin and Mrs. Roy. At the annual stunt night contest we were greatly rewarded for our efforts— and carried off second prize. Well over 70% of the class participated in our stunt, the ever popular minstrel show, under the direction of Lawrence Theriault. Due to the patriotic trend in our class we made no plans for a class trip, but were consoled by the fact that we were now juniors. JUNIOR YEAR Returning in the fall of 1943 to our Junior year at H. H. S. we found three Quccheeites, Eva Paige, Lillian Thomas and William Liberty. In spite of their addition the enrollment of the class was considerably smaller because of many who had left for the Armed Forces and for other varied reasons. Our class sponsors, Miss Kingsbury and Miss McCarthy, guided our affairs until class officers were elected. They were as follows: President, Albert Romano; vice president, Alvin Southwick; secretary, Ruth Sanders; treasurer, Betty Hathorn; S.A.B. representatives, Robert Eske, Alvin Southwick, John Bogle, and Lawrence Theriault. We achieved our dream of winning the Stunt Night competition with our presentation of a skit in which we showed a typical talent show for servicemen. Lawrence Theriault was master of ceremonies and put his ravishing chorus beauties through many intricate routines. Now just a pleasant memory, the Junior Prom gave us plenty of headaches last May, under the leadership of Albert Romano and Robert Eske. Eddie Winn’s orchestra was secured and many hours of labor went into the colorful, patriotic decoration. Many of our members were active in athletics, dramatics, and musical organizations including the newly formed Hartfordians. We finished the year by attending graduation exercises in a body and accepting the Hartford Key which entitled us to the rights and duties of the Senior Class. During the summer seven of our class were privileged to attend Green Mt. Girls’ and Boys’ States. The studertts thus honored were picked by the faculty and were: Ruth Sanders, Betty Bettis, Jane Mills, Albert Romano, William Liberty, John Bogle, and James Harvey. 15

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Class Prophecy June, 1%2 Dear Diary, What an exciting day! It was a surprise just to receive that note from Hetty Aher a week ago—to say nothing of what followed. Betty (she’s Mrs. John Martin, now) told me just enough about her little home and family to make her invitation irresistible. It is so easy to lose track of school friends after graduating; but they aren’t really forgotten, as this day has proved. Betty’s quiet ways and sweet, cheery smile I remembered in a flash as I saw her signature. But here is the real reason for her writing me: June is not only the month in which she was married, fifteen years ago, but also, it is seventeen years ago in June that we graduated from Hartford High School. She happened to see the name of one of our former class-mates in a newspaper and the idea of a combination anniversary celebration and class reunion occurred to her with extremely interesting results. Naturally, it was next to impossible to resist this invitation, even on such short notice as it had been given. She apologized for this, saying she hadn’t discovered some of our addresses until nearly the last minute. But the prospect of seeing all the kids (Wait a minute, we aren’t “kids any more, are we?) again easily overcame any objections that might threaten to keep me from going. So this afternoon—excited as a four year old going to a birthday party—I started out for Betty’s. It wasn’t hard to tell which of the houses on that charming side street was hers. The driveway was filled with cars; several people were standing in a group on the sidewalk in front of the house and I had started toward them when someone behind me said, “Hey, stupid, you look a mess!” What? Now who—?” I said, turning. “Oh! Tim Dunley, of course! And Luther Fletcher.” Then I had to laugh at the expression of relief that came over his face. “Gosh, I was afraid maybe you weren’t who I thought you were-,” Tim started in an apologetic tone, but Luther interrupted with, “I told you you were taking a chance. Just luck for you that she is who you thought she was. It would have been good if she’d slapped your face! “I was wondering if he still went around saying that to everybody he met. Apparently he’s one that hasn’t changed much! What have you two been doing since we left H. H. S.?” From then on conversation flowed too fast to be remembered exactly, but I managed to get the general idea. It seems Tim, always strong on the subject of jet propulsion, has done more than talk about it. He is searching for someone to finance the manufacture of some sort of a rocket which could be shot by jet propulsion—to the moon. Luther has great faith in the idea and is Tim's right hand man. “Sounds as though Raymond Hall should be connected with an idea like that,” I remarked. “He and Bill Liberty were always talking about digging a hole through the middle of the earth or building a bridge from Alaska to Asia.” 17