Montpelier High School - Record Yearbook (Montpelier, VT)

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1970 Class Will We, the class of 1970, of the High School of Montpelier, in the County of Wash- ington and the State of Vermont, being of sound mind and body, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament. We do hereby give and bequeath the following: LIZ ALBERT to Mr. Futrell, one mole. DEBBIE AMIDON to Bob Pickens, my half of the beautiful locker. CAROL ANDERSON to Mr. Miana, Carol Channing’s wig; to Mr. Jacek and the guidance office, 4th period plus lunch and two of my methamphetamine diet pills along with one Roaring Twenties Revue to two cuties, Sheree Olson and Mary Smith. JODY ANDREWS to Aaron Morse, my last 1 54 and a pair of stilts. TERRY AUSTIN to Wina Watson, one pint of Old Duke. RUTH AYER to Janet Hill, Jane Bell, and Sharon Prevost, my ability to have fun and stay out of trouble at M.H.S. Also to GER, all of my English and World Lit themes, tests, and notes. JOAN BAIRD to Laura Liberman, my ability to read all of 29 words a minute in Steno, also one partly used contain- er of Sun-in!’’ ANDY BARNET to Mike Cody, a message from Mom that says that he has to clean up his room before he goes out. RICKY BELL to Dana Barber, a dent in his trumpet, a bro- ken mike stand, and the wrong mike stand. Use them in good health. JOETTE BENJAMIN to Gail Mears, a baggy pair of pants. SHERRIE BESSETTE to Penny Bessette, all the booze I didn’t drink, all my satisfactory late slips, and better luck in smoking in the girls' room than I had. DAVE BLAKELY to Sheree Olson, a box lunch at the Y. LINDA BLOUIN to John Breer, my laugh. Take good care of it John. JOYCE BOND to Mr. Bond, all my sympathy because your last child has graduated. Maybe you will someday, too. NANCY BORK to Mary Smith, my jar of peanut butter, which I received last year. JODY BOYD to Mr. Haines, one unused bus ticket to Washington, D.C. MARILYN BRADLEY to Jamie Cecchini, the power to ini- tiate Philip in becoming a freshman. PHYLLIS BRAGDON to Brenda Pecor, all the luck in the world and many more great times in the years to come. JULIE BRIGHAM to Gary Mureta, a soggy left one! SANDY BUSKA to Olin Buska, all the people I’ve run down in the last four years and all the good times. DARLENE CAREY to Mr. Jacek, all those long discussions and hard decisions. MARY CARPENTER to Trudge Bressete, my half of the beautiful locker, and to Tom Deforge, all my brains in Chemistry. DAVE CATE to Mr. Futrell, two attendance girls for his very own. CATHY CHAMPO to Vickie Demers, all the happy and the sad times you will experience while at M.H.S. DEBBIE CHISHOLM to Scott Fitzsimmons, for all his hard work, not only 250 green stamps, but a bonus of 250 more; and to Peter Dale, my outstanding ability to drive a VW. LOUISE CITRINI to future college prep, seniors having Mr. Ross for English, I gladly bestow Friday, composition day. STEVE CLARK to Marcia, another little bomb to roll over and management of Clark’s Taxi Service. 15

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Montpelier High with loyal song, we rally to thy call. And lift thy name in chorus strong, thy sons and daughters all. Thy spirit guides us to the shrine of Truth that makes men free, In work and play we strive to pay the debt we owe to thee. Thy Green and White unsullied bright shall ever float on high, Every lip in fellowship shall join the joyful cry! Hear our cheer, Montpelier dear, swell to a mighty roar. Hail to thy name, Bright be thy fame, Forever more!

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CLYDE COLE to Mr. Futrell, my brains in math. DEBBIE COUTURE to Raymond Buzzell, one cold water trough, and Peter. JEFF CRISMAN to future M.H.S. students, four years of brain insemination, good taste in dress, and 20 V.F.W. speakers. DOUGLAS DAILEY to Timothy Cane, my parking space in the V.F.W. parking lot. CHRIS DALE to Mr. Phillips, one pair of weary legs, one restless mind, one . . . summer at Quini, and one big thanks for everything. MARIA DAVILA to GER, my writing ability and my great “Love” of Friday afternoon s English class. RICHARD DOYLE to the school, the one and only impor- tant fact, that pet pregnant penguins have no sense of direction. JOAN DUBOIS to Brad Jennings, a Ford that's easy to get out of. LINDA ELDRED to Jerry Goss, two less safety pins at Fresh- man Receptions, and to Mr. Haines, all the maps to the future senior parties. DEIRDRE ELLERSON to Mr. Palermo, the privilege of em- balming me when I die, and to my brother Evan, all the luck that he needs to get through M.H.S. NELS ERICKSON to anyone who wants them, my three pet aardvarks and a rusty brass key with green mold. PAULA FLECK to anyone who wants it, my height. PAULETTE FLEURY to all the fun I had working at T.W. the summers of '68 and '69. JIMMY FLINT to Mike Blow, my height, as if it would make any difference. ANDY FOWLER to Danny Ayer, two six-pacs of Genessee beer, and to Bobby Leene, a fifth of crazy grapes (the wino). CAROL FREEMAN to Debbie Bizzozero, one bottle of crazy grape, one pack of stale cigarettes, and one ride home from Waterbury. JOAN FUNK to the rest of the three musketeers the Fri days of waiting, Saturdays of fun and Sundays of tears all for good old Malden plus one well deserved ulcer. Caused by nerves? JAYNE GARAND to Mr. Smolen, a Jayne and a Jean in every one of his classes he has in the remaining years of teaching. JANE GOMEZ to Mr. William Haines, delusions of great- ness. RICHARD GOODELL to Tim Perry, a girl, that is any girl he can find to go out with him. JOHN GOODHEART to Gerber, a million cases of Ger- ber baby food, and a boy friend to spoon feed it to her. LARRY GOODRICH to Mr. Beck, my appreciation for helping me and my class for our four years. CHRIS GOSS to Mr. Palermo, all the beakers that I stole and broke in chemistry, and to my brother Jerry, more fun in high school than I had. SUZANNE GOULET Mr. Stewart, my lack of words. SALLY GRANGER to Cindy Lane,one half of a contact case and a bottle of tweed. JANET GREENE to anyone, whatever is left of Montpelier when the Class of 70 escapes it. DONNA GRIFFIN to anyone in the future who is always late, my ability nevertobetardy for school or between classes. SCOTT GROUT to my brother, fifteen pairs of rubbers specially treated for rainy weekends. DON GUYETTE to Grumper, eleven weeks of football practice, an undefeated season, my place in the ghetto, my outstanding ability at defensive guard, and a helmet that fits.