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

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a nurse and comes in several days a week besides keeping up her work in the small hospital near by. And, in a way, you might say John Kontos is connected with us, too. He drives a bakery cart out to the Home every day and has nearly adopted one of the children. Now, let me ask you some questions. I’ve been talking long enough! Do you know what’s become of Eva Paige?” Why, yes, I do. She’s living on a little farm up near Quechee, quite contentedly raising her family. But that’s not all she's raising! Did you ever hear about her chickens? Joan Hall was telling me that Eva has quite a clever little set-up and is making a good profit. By the way, isn’t Joan stunning? She’s traveled all over Europe and has a fine home in Alaska, but she likes to come back to Vermont occasionally. It must have been wonderful to get all that money when her rich uncle died. Yes, that’s Mary Orizzonto with her sort of a traveling companion and private secretary. Ethel Greene is one of Joan’s personal maids in her Alaskan home and she says that Albert Romano used to be her chief butler. However, that was too tame for him. Now he’s back in White River Junction. You really should see the fine Youth Center he and Patricia Dutille set up there. Certainly is a credit to the town. People consider it nearly as important as the schools. In fact, some of the classes (they have all sorts of special ones now) are held there. If only they’d had something like that when we were in school!” ‘‘Here come Betty’s adorable twins—don’t they look just like her? Heavens, they are telling the others to come to supper. Where has the afternoon gone?” Well, I’ve taken up a whole week’s space in my diary. But other things will seem rather dull after all that’s happened today. Probably we’ll never all be together for another reunion like that. Hmmmmm—if there weren’t too many personal feelings back of it, this would make a wonderful human interest story for my column! Joyce Twiss 20

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weekends at her home in the suburbs. She always has it full of people a lot of her college friends and fellow professors of her husband’s. ou know, she started college but before finishing the first year, she had eloped with a handsome, young professor!’’ “Heavens, listen to that argument! It must be Peter Filosa. What a lawyer he is! Critics all over the country are still talking about that case he won for Betty Hathorn. He had the whole nation watching every bit of it. Yes—Betty sued Dick Laskey for damages because one of her children nearly choked to death on a Ixme that was in a can of salmon Ixiught at Dick s store. It was an awful mess dragged through all the local courts and finally got a hearing in the Supreme Court. Pete had to do some fast thinking at times but came out on top in the end. Dick is the one to be pitied—his business is bankrupt. Now he’s back where he started from—working in W hite River for the First National Store.” Look—over there, is that Jane Mills?” Midge asked. “And Polly Sass she’s talking with? Polly looks the same as ever, doesn’t she? And she certainly has her hands full keeping house and managing her little beauty shop. They say Margaret Pitkin designs hair styles for Polly's customers”. Jane had taught in New Jersey for awhile, I heard. But she decided to give it up and settle down so she could use her teaching ability in training I ed, Junior. What happened to the other Jane of our class—Jane Henderson? I asked. “Don't you remember? She went to Washington, D. C., as a secretary and had a gcxxl position while the war lasted. After that ended she went to New York City and got a job in Macy’s,” reported Betty Hathorn. just at this moment, our hostess appeared. “Won’t you all go out by the back porch ? I want some snap shots of the whole group. Arranging ourselves for this, I found myself beside Ruth Sanders. She was in particularly good spirits, saying it was such a relief to get away from her work for a while. I asked her what her work was and she related the following: “In a round-about way you’ll hear what I'm doing but I m going to start with Jimmy Harvey. He had quite some adventures, which, for awhile, were the talk of the town. He was a pilot during the war that is, up till the time he crashed on one of the “wide open sjiaces of Texas. He was saved, after two days of wandering around in a desert, by a cow-girl a cow-girl, who turned out to be Lillian Thomas. He never found out how she got so far from home—but it didn’t particularly matter. Jimmy was so grateful for the rescue that he wanted to take her back to “civilization” with him. However, she objected so Jimmy stayed there and started raising cattle. But he didn’t seem to be cut for ranch life. Things really were bad when Lillian ran away with a tra il-ing salesman, after several years of what poor Jimmy thought had been a happ marriage. He packed up his belongings and brought his two year old son back to Vermont. Home looked pretty good, but even here there were problems. He couldn’t bring up his son alone, so, at the suggestion of Rev. Robert Fske, he placed him in the Fske Home for Homeless. This, you know, is an institution which Bob help establish a few years after he had entered the ministry. That s where 1 came into the picture. Bob said he couldn’t manage the place by himself, so I took over as a type of financial and business manager. I his gave Bob more time for his pastoral duties. Dorothy White works with us, too. She is 19

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Class mil WE, THE CLASS OF 1645, of Hartford High School, in the county of Windsor, State of Vermont, being sound of mind and body, and considering the frailness of our bank account, do hereby make, ordain, and publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament. FIRST: To our Four Star Generals the faculty who have used their lxxly and mind to the utmost to make us one of the best, the brightest, the most inspiring classes that they have ever had the honor to teach we leave our memories, memories of our great works, our sportsmanship, our gallantry, and our courage that make us the great Class of '45. SECOND: To our successors, the Class of '46 we give our wish that they shall profit by the excellent example set by us in hopes that they shall follow our guiding footsteps on the straight and narrow way to success and fame. FACULTY To Miss Kingsbury we leave a new set of typewriters and a commercial class truly interested in her “beloved” Monroe. To Miss McCarthy we leave a book entitled, “Driving Skill Is Acquired Not Inherited.” To Mr. Gilmore and Miss Hall we leave the “royal box” in the Lyric. To Miss Uric we leave a “successful” trip to New York. To Mr. Bicknell we leave Sinatra’s feminine followers. To Miss Wysolmcrski we leave a printing machine for counterfeit tickets to Rutland. To Mrs. Roy we leave peace—peace—blissful peace! To Miss Anderson we leave a bottle of “Toujours” perfume. P.S. To counteract the chemical odors of the lab. To Miss Van Deusen we leave a leash for Little Miss Muffet.” To Miss Young we leave a disciplined Junior High. To Mr. Currier we leave a book entitled, “How to Become a Republican in Six Easy Lessons.” To Mr. Smith we leave our gratitude for his untiring efforts. To Mrs. Whitcomb we leave a concert series ticket to Webster Hall Annual Concerts. To Miss Barnet we leave sufficient ration points to keep the cafeteria going. And last but not least we leave to Mr. Freitas a super sound system so that he can listen in on any class. (As if he can't hear them now.) TO THE UNDERCLASSMEN: We leave our spirits in hopes that these spirits will inspire them to greater success in the years to come. And may the memory of the glorified and famous Class of '45 live on in their now young hearts for years to come. FRESHMEN To the Class of ’48 we leave our unexcelled performance of Stunt Night. 21