Newtown High School - Bugle Yearbook (Newtown, CT)

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DONE MOST FOR N.H.S. Mary Hunihan Marie Stanton Marjorie Wood Mary Crouch Velma Kovacs Marie Stanton Carol Clark Emy Lou Strasburger Emy Lou Strasburger Marie Stanton Marie Stanton Carol Clark Emy Lou Strasburger Marie Stanton T va QUIETEST PESSIMIST BEST LINE CUTEST QUIETEST CHATFERBOX CLASS PEST MOST SCHOLARLY MOST SARCASTIC MOST ARGUMENTATIVE cLAss KNOW-IT-ALL SENIOR ABOUT TOWN cLAss HUSTLER BIGGEST TEAsE WITHEST BIGGEST BLUFFER 'Gif' BEST LOOKING Burr Morgan Frank Leaver Frank Leaver George Mayers Frank Leaver Frank Leaver George Mayers Frank Leaver Hu Quinn Frank ver Frank Leaver Frank Leaver Frank Leaver Frank Leaver

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I 2 3 BEST ATHLETE BEST PERSONALITY MOST SCHOLARLY PESSIMIST Carol Clark MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED Burr Morgan Loretta Nichols DONE MOST FOR N.H.S. Hugh Quinn Marjorie Wood MOST POPULAR Frank Leaver Martha Rothe BEST ATHLETE Hugh Quinn Marjorie Wood BEST LOOKING Burr Morgan Carol Clark MOST TYPICAL OF N.H.S. Hugh Quinn Marie Stanton BEST DANCER Hugh Quinn Marie Stanton BIGGEST BLUF F ER Frank Leaver Marie Stanton NOISIEST Frank Leaver Loretta Nichols WORST GIGGLER Frank Leaver Marjorie Wood BEST DRESSED Hugh Quinn Velma Kovacs BEST PERSONALIIY Frank Leaver Marie Stanton BIGGEST FLIRT Frank Leaver Velma Kovacs OPTIMIST Frank Leaver Q

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We jfhfzsfm A fluffy ball raced madly around the yard. Excited little yelps issued from the almost invisible mouth, curving below a quaint button nose. Excitement literally dripped from the stubby tail as it wiggled back and forth in feverish ecstacy. Round and round the fluffy ball galloped until the eager hind legs overlapped the front legs, and poor little Tubby rolled into a foolish heap against the rose arbor. With a quivering heart, Tubby looked behind him. Over there in the corner of the yard was a mammoth hole where he had intended to bury his bone. Now his bone lay forgotten, for out of that hole had arisen a monster, the equal of which Tubby had never seen. It had simply glared at Tubby with a ferocious stare, and Tubby hadn't bothered to stay to inquire about its intentions. Now that the butterflies had gone from his stomach, Tubby began to feel just a tiny tinge of curiosity. After all, Tubby was two-months old now, and he certainly didn't have to be afraid of any monster, no matter how big. With a, barely noticeable hesitation, Tubby trotted to within a safe distance of that gaping hole. He stopped and sniffed the air cautiously. With a visible sigh, Tubby prepared to take the final steps. Within the rim of the hole there was a restless movement, and a little pebble rolled like thunder in the stillness. Tubby's legs went rigid, his ears alerted, and the thick hair along his back bristled stiffly. Excitement bubbled over into the form of a fierce yip which broke pitifully in the middle. Tubby shook his fears from him and began to stalk his prey in earnest. To the entice- ment of a few more yips, the monster, with brown fur, a big chunky head, pointed ears, and a long wiry tail, rose from it's lair, to the challenge. ' A fierce battle ensued. Tubby was jubilant and frightened by turns. Twice the gear- like teeth of the monster had closed upon Tubby's foot and he howled with pain. Then Tubby mastered his courage, made one final lunge, and the skirmish was over. Here then, was mortal evidence of Tubby's courage. On the threshold of his cozy home, a monstrous rat lay silent in death. -CAROL CLARK. I8