Rutland High School - Talisman Yearbook (Rutland, VT)

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glass 09930117 g Then we gaze upon more than twenty of our classmates chosen for the Monitor Squad. There's Chris Wright in her snappy uniform. Remember when Chris was chosen a Drum Maor? Look and you'll see Beverly Woods who was appointed Editorin-Chief! of the Red and White. Finals came and went, vacation passed, Time Marches On and we find ourselves review' ing the events of our final year in high school. The first scene is Chris, Bob, Roberta and Dick playing a few of the scenes in Truth Takes a Holiday which brought such laudits from an enthusiastic audience. Jocelyn Bishop, George Preston, Beverfy Woods, Gardr ner Hopwood, Vivian DePasquale, Helen Belock and Bob Harrington played their roles well to make it the success it proved to be. In these passing events we next see jean Eddy, Bob Ross, and Clinton Fiske as Senior Class Officers. jane Pratt accepted the presidency of Student Council. Another scene showed us Bob Harrington, Editor, and Beverly Murray, Business Manager, laboring over the Talisman No wonder it was a success. Suddenly the scene changes to Pico. It looms before us and we spy skiers zipping and zooming over the frozen way-namely, Caroline Landon, Gardner Hopwood, Betty Burns, Bob Cassin and Ken Clary, all active members of the ski team. Then we get views of the hilarious all-boy revue, Fair and Frivolousn where Hmuscled women performed amid the roars of the audience. Next Olga jakowlow and Barbara Atwood were named Valedictorian and Saluta- torian, respectively. In the solemnity befitting the occasion the next few feet of film shows us Vivian DePasquale, Dick Seward, Bob Ross, Olga jakowlow, Lillian Thompson being received in an impressive ceremony into the National Honor Society. Time Marches On, school nears its closing and as a climax to our years in R. H. S., Commencement Week arrives. Across the screen march our chairmen: Bob Ross, Baccalaureate, Dick Seward, who after a successful chairmanship of the Freshman Reception was made head of the Senior Reception Committee. Next, come Clinton Fiske, Chairman of Commencement, Vivian DePasquale, of Class Night, and Jack Martin, of the Class Picnic. All too soon these events which not too long ago were part of our every day life are things of the past-History of the Class of Forty'one.

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M. Wi gi 6155 Qgififwy The panorama of events of our four years in Rutland Hi h School has been made into a fourfreel March of Time film entitled Tie History of the Class of Fortyfonef' As the film flashes on the screen, we catch sight of nearly two hundred Freshmen eagerly clamoring at the doors of Rutland High on a bright September morning of 1937. No, the film is not in technicolorg that glow is merely the greenness characteristic of Freshies. The scene changes and we see ourselves being royally entertained by the lofty Seniors at our Freshman Reception. Almost at once we are introduced to the activities of our school by becoming members of various clubs such as Bomarte, Forensic, and Freshman Dramatics. Next we view our classmates pondering over the election of Freshman class leaders, and when the votes cast have been counted, we are congratulating jean Eddy, President, Robert Ross, Vice President, and our Secretary'Treasurer, Leonard Wing. Time Marches Gnu and the next scene reveals us as Sophomores, and feeling quite high and mighty about it. Pictures of jean Eddy, Arthur White, and john McGarry appear and we recall that they led our class as president, vice president, and secretaryftreasurer, respectively, when we were Sopho' mores. That same year Diana Wood, Gloria Daley, and jane Pratt were chosen to join the Cheer Leaders. All too quickly, one after another the views of our Sophomore year appear and disappear. Paris Merry'Go'Round was produced and the R. H. S. Band participated with the M. S. Band in a joint concert at the Memorial Armory. Once again, Time Marches On, and we find ourselves reviewing our never'to'be'forgotten junior year. Scenes from Sing a Song of College next attract our attention and we enjoy anew the antics of Dick Seward and Vivian DePas uale. Tclae scene shifts and gives us a glimpse of the junior Ring Committee selecting our class ring. jane Pratt, Arthur White, and Clinton Fiske were our class officers that year. The next momentous occasion was the induction of Leonard Wing, jean Eddy, Jane Pratt, and Beverly Woods into the National Honor Societ . Apple blossoms and a flower garden formed an enchanting background For our super-successful junior Prom where over two hundred danced to the music of the Green Collegians.

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cjify 02140220 As we of the class of '41 plant this ivy, our thoughts are drawn irresistibly to the classes who have gone before us. They, too, planted ivy, symbolizing the importance of education to them, especially their high school training. After a time the ivy becomes firmly rooted in the soil and launches itself on its climb toward the top, slowly making its way over and around the obstacles in its path, for few paths are without obstacles. Little by little it branches out, mingling with that planted in previous years, making the school more beautiful. So may we have the strength to climb unceasingly on, doing our bit to make the world more beautiful, working with those who have preceded us, giving the best we have. Like the ivy our class may spread, yet we will always remain true to our Alma Mater, striving with the ivy to reach the top -success! JOCELYN C. BISHOP - itl. 5655 gdfwg af I94! Farewell to our by-gone school days, For twelve long years we've strived and toiled, Let classmates never part, And tried to forge ahead, As on the future now we gaze, Sometimes it's been our will to shirk, With glad and happy hearts, But we our studies did, We wish to thank our teachers for We've tried to make us better minds, The knowledge we have gained So helped in school affairs, To look upon life's future more, But we fell short a thousand times, With interest long sustained. In climbing knowledge stairs. Cnoaus Now we must say good-bye to our classrooms, No more will we pass through their doors, Leave our teachers and all underclassmen, To see what the world holds in store, But we will not forget your bri hr faces, Nor your friendship so tried andl true, And we'll always remember the places, And the time when those friendships grew. Words by Clintun Fiske