Rutland High School - Talisman Yearbook (Rutland, VT)

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i Q Standing: Richard Seward, Gardner Hopwood, Robert Harrington, Robert Richardson, jocelyn Bishop, Ray- mond Gragen, Beverly Woods. Suncil: George Preston, Vivian DePasquale, Christina Wright, Roberta Payne, Helen Beloclc. midi gplzy The class of 1941 presented a farce entitled Truth on a Holiday on December fourth and sixth. It was given before capacity matinee and evening audiences who responded enthusiastically. The leads were played by Christina Wright and Robert Richardson fMr. and Mrs. Grant? 5 and hilarious comedy characterizations were given by Richard Seward CProfessor Prickettl, and Roberta Payne CHildegardeD, a maid who is a puzzle fiend and who finally lures the professor by her charms. Also taking comedy roles were Vivian DePasquale CMimi Grantjg Beverly Woods as the prominent clubwoman CMrs. Barrett Barrettjg George Preston CMr. Gossj, an interior decorator, and Ray Gragen as a political boss. Providing romantic interest were Gardner Hopwood Qimmy Longj, fiance of Alice Grant, portrayed by Jocelyn Bishop 5 and Helen Belock QLouise Spencerj, fiancee of Robert Harrington QKeith Grantj. Beverly Woods and Richard Seward were in charge of publicity, while Beverly Murray headed the ticket sales committee under the direction of the faculty adviser, Mr. Purdy. Ushers were jean Eddy, Arthur White, Clinton Fiske, Mary Jean Chap- man, Katherine Eaton, Earl Jasmin, john Lyons, Ruth Sabin, and Carolyn Landon.

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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

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55255 Wahiecy It's true. I must have won the grand prize in the Trip to Movielandn contest, for here I am on the train bound for Hollywood, California. The drone of the wheels becomes more indistinct as the train rumbles on into the night. The hostly train whistle can be heard in the distance, and all at once it seems that I have arrived in Hollywood. As I step from the platform, the crowd starts to cheer, and the band begins to play. Suddenly a pom ous gentleman steps toward me and introducing himself as the Mayor of Holllywood, presents me with the golden key to the city. Coming out of the daze that this excitement had brought on I realized that this was none other than Bob Harrington. Maybe it was the Ronald Coleman mustache that deceived me. For a minute I saw red, and discovered it was my old classmate, Mary Brislin, pulling out melodious notes on the tuba. Frank Hinds, Robert Cassin, Shiela Carroll, and jimmy Dervin were also making considerable noise. I was hustled into an open car and to my surprise the chauffeur was Diana Woods. Di is finally getting paid for her taxi service. The gatekeeper, Arthur McCarthy, the studiols powerful-onefman' defensel' against intruders, nodded his greetings. We entered the studio where Flaming Passion was being produced. Monk Martin, the dashing film idol of a million American women, was in a clinch with Ione Lamarr Ferrari. Roberta Payne had a job doubling for joan Davis, but joan knew when she was licked. She resigned the next day. Orel Blanchard has now achieved his ambition. He is in a symphony concert. He arranged the music on the racks for the players. Ken Clary is still keeping fit by the Daley dozen. Althea Fox, veteran of R. H. S. oratorical contests, is now a famous auctioneer in North Overshoe.