Spaulding High School - Our Echo Yearbook (Barre, VT)

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Reflections of a Drunk Stumbling into this party, I realized that because of my inebriation I didn't exactly know where I was. I believe that I was somewhere in Vermont, but that's not important. What's important is that it's one of those real big parties, with every scumbag from every gutter from Montpelier to Northfield in attendance. What's going on here? What are those redneck screams that issue forth from low-lifes and women who can't hold their liquor? Is all of this pandemonium really necessary? What ever happened to a bit of intense thinking and philosophizing instead of practicing Viking drinking frenzies and unrestrained vomiting. Why do teenagers drink so much? Get with it, wake up, and live your life without having it clouded by a bunch of stupid nerds at stupid parties, and three times your allotment of liquor. Hie.

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Death of a Voodoo Car The cheers were exstatic. The sound of metal on metal and grunts of sheer physical exertion echoed across the parking lot. I pushed through the crowd, wild, arabesque thoughts swept through my mind. I was about to witness the de- struction of a huge, solon green voodoo car. The car ''creaming'' lets young lods with pent-up, subliminal hatred for the solons take it out on an old car with a sledge hammer. The car was painted 'Sick Solon Green' and in an hour the car was indis- tinguishable from the '77 Grand Torino that had been towed in that morning. Despite the drizzle many people paid $50 to take a whack at a defensless automobile. nnn rominn ■

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Party At Bennet's!! At 9:30 on Halloween night, I entered Bennet McFaun's house, and was greeted by a dismal sight. There was poor Bennet, enshrouded in fake cob- webs and smashed hopes, sitting on his couch, waiting for the nonexistent crowds to show up for his party . Little did we know that fifteen minutes later the house would be overflowing with people dressed as pumpkins (toma- toes?), Al Jolson look-alikes, a six pack of Budweiser, a salty sea dog complete with harpoon, and the cheap costume of the evening — a collective group of cheapos who chipped in on a pack of garbage bags and went as Martians . Thanks for the good time, Bennet. Clockwise from Upper Left Seniors enjoy a summer bash at Rouleaus Relax- ing ot a party Enoughs enough, you guys! This is the last time I have a party at my house! Kevin Brault after a long, hard night. Spaulding's new mascot helped count down the last minutes of 1983. Lisa Rancourt kills another weekend Morcia Amsden and Karen Moeykens have Chris Burke right where they want him. Parties 15