Spaulding High School - Red and White Yearbook (Rochester, NH)

Text from Pages 1 - 54 of the 1951 volume:

E R. M. EDGERLY and SCN Q Q - Y v - 4N'::::v-.-.-QRS::,-.,.,::::::.-- STAFF Editors : RUTH DENNIS, '52 DAVID FAIST, '52 Jmiior Editors: RICHARD CHARLES, '53 STEPHANIE SPLAINE, '53 Literary : ROSE SIELIAN, '52 JUDITH CHURCHILL, '53 BETTY RICHARDSON, '53 ROBERT HANSON, '54 Poetry: A VIRGINIA LANGLEY, '52 SANDRA CLEMENT, '54 FRANK KELLEY, '54 News: KATHERINE BAKER, '52 BETTY LUNT, '53 CARLENE RICHARDSON, '53 Eazcharige: JANET BEAUDOIN, '53 SHIRLEY LETOURNEAU, '53 SALLY STEVENS, '53 Art: RICHARD OSGOOD, '53 MARY VARNEY, '53 JOHN FRYE, '54 Sports: KENNETH DODGE, '52 ROY FLAKER, '53 WILLIAM GARVIN, '54 Jokes: FLORIAN FORCIER, '52 PAUL CARPENTER, '52 Aliwmii: SYLVIA ROBINSON, '52 BARBARA GOODWIN, '53 JACQUELINE RICHARD, '53 Photography : BEVERLY CLOUGH, '54 DONALD HAMMER, '54 Faculty Photography Aolviser: MR. DOE Typists: LORRAINE ROULX, '52 CAROLYN BICKFORD, '53 PATRICIA BICKFORD, '52 Junior High: ' Bitsiness Faculty Faculty MISS DAME Staff: -:: ,A :: :::.,::.-:: : .-: :.:- RICHARD NADEAU, '53 fMg1'.J BEVERLY SEAVEY, '53 JOYCE BARBA, '53 YVONNE BERIAULT, '53 CONSTANCE SEAVEY, '53 SYBIL ALLEN, '54 GLADYS CORSON, '54 J UDITH LARRABEE, '54 GORDON MILLS, '54 Literary Adviser : MISS KELLEY Business Advisers: MR. MOONEY MR. MCDUEEEE TABLE OF CONTENTS GENERAL DEPARTMENTS Page RED AND WHITE 'STAFF 1 EDITORIALS 3 LITERATURE I 5 EXCHANGE 18 JUNIOR HIGH 20 POETRY 23 SPORTS 25 ALUMNI 29 JOKES 32 NEWS 34 ADVERTISEMENTS 37 VOL. XXXVIII. THE RED AND WHITE NO. 1 31.50 per yearg three iSSueS. Published three times during the School year by the pupils of the Spaulding High School. Entered at the Post Oflice at Rochester, N. H., as Second class matter, November 21, 1916, by Act of March 3, 1897. -::4, ,,4:::.-:::::::::::::.+:.-:::.-::.-::::::::::: A - A-::::: -v J I 4 i F i I ? a l in THE RED A D WHITE VOL. XXXVIII. DECEMBER, 1951 NO. 1 x How Strong Is Freedom? RUTH DENNIS, '52 Above the waters of New York Harbor stands the Statue of Liberty --a sculptured masterpiece of great significance. She was the gift of one free people to another, a symbol of the independence all Americans hold so dear. America, down through the ages, has had to fight for her freedom. Truly, this freedom which she exem- plifies is something to enjoy, some- thing to defend, if need be, something to die for. Today, America's peace is being shattered as never before. The ideals once hers are being destroyed: the light she once held so high is growing dim. How strong is freedom? How long will America hold her peace when there are those who choose to be- lieve that the strength of America is to be found in the atom bomb and other instruments of destruction? We were a people with a faith in one another, and in losing that faith we are becoming weak. We are a people with a faith in reason, and when we lose that faith we are inse- cure. We are a people with a faith in God, with a deep sense of loyalty to our Creator, and when these ideals are no longer strong within us, we are lost. Somewhere along the line, America has lost her belief in self, her enthusiasm and her faith in God. Our forefathers, builders of Amer- ica, believed profoundly that they could not win without God's help, nor could they lose while they trusted in Him. They stamped on our coins In God we trust. We find in our National Anthem the stirring words sung by Americans everywhere: And thus be it ever when free men shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation, Blessed with victory and peace may this heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation . . . Then conquer we must for our cause it is just, And this is our motto, 'In God be our trust'. How can America prosper, main- tain her freedom for which our fa- thers gave their all, when she has, in her haste and confusion, forgotten her Creator? How can character be developed without character build- ing? If our natural course is con- 4 THE RED AND WHITE tinued, we will gradually become bet- ter, so science tells us. However, man is not becoming better, this world is not becoming a Utopia as science would have us believe. Man is in a state of retrogression, subject to the law of Increasing Depravityf' Thus our philosophy is all wrong, our accents are on the wrong values 5 we are basing our hopes in false premises. We as Americans can see the great need in our country today, but ignore or fail to see the remedy. How can we, as intelligent, thinking people, expect the waters without a fountain, Godliness without God, Christianity without Christ, peace without the Prince of Peace? Truly, it is little wonder our coun- try is topsy-turvyg why is it our lead- ers are wondering where to turn next? Our values are twisted, our thoughts are contorted, and unless something is done soon, we will find our country in a decadent state, on the road to defeat. What can be done to preserve our freedom, to insure domestic tran- quillity ? How can we, as Ameri- cans get her back on her feet? First of all, our faith in God must be re- newed, we must revert to that Faith of our fathers -the faith that ac- complished so much in that time of great need. Second, as Americans, we must be willing to give our country our all as did our forefathers, and perhaps die for the preservation of her freedom. We must take the responsibility as American citizens and vote wisely for her leaders. When we have chosen those best qualified to lead us, we must then be willing to back them up' and give them the support re- quired in a democracy. Truly, our American homeland has created and preserved a way of life and a system of government unique in human history. Such a country as ours surely inspires pride in all our people. America is beautiful and precious to all who give it the loy- alty of patriotic service, and hold it in pride and faith and devotion. America still holds the light of free- dom before the peoples of the earth. It is a primary task for every Ameri- can, through his own thoughts and deeds, to keep that torch burning clear and strong until, with God's help, the whole world lies within the scope of its peaceful light. Again I ask you, how strong is freedom? The answer lies with the American people. Nothing less than human freedom, for ourselves and all mankind, is at stake. We must be ready to give all that we have and are in order to save the greatest ad- venture in human freedom that this world has ever known-our America. Spirit of the American Flag DAVID FAIST. '52 The spirit of the American Flag is the unconquerable attitude that makes one meet the present with con- fidence and determination, and the future with faith and courage. Faith in the American heart will do much to win all struggles. Many a seemingly hopeless task has been accomplished because men had faith in themselves. Without the faith of our forefathers, there would have been no American Republic today. In the perils of the present time, the spirit of the American flag should banish all thought of fear or failure, for it is a symbol of achievement and success. Such a spirit long ago turned dis- aster into triumph at Valley Forge. Beaten but not disheartened, our forefathers enacted a drama of forti- tude, sacrifice, and patriotism that will continue to grip the hearts of men as long as time endures. With unconquerable courage our fore- fathers also won the battles of the Revolution, and thus established a fComtinued on Page 305 Little Brothers First Date GWEN HAYES, '53 Erick stood in the bathroom from the time supper was over until the very last minute before he was to go to pick up Sue for the movies, his very first date. I got the biggest .kick out of watch- ing him get ready! I-Ie was talking to himself and going through all kinds of gyrations. As I stopped in the bathroom door for a minute I saw him drop the comb into the water and bring it up to his hair so quickly that the water splashed all over the mirror. He looked at me and tried to act nonchalant as he combed his hair first one side then to the other. A few minutes later as he was put- ting on his suit he hollered to me to come in and look at him. Sis, he said, what do you think would look best, my sport jacket or the one that goes with my suit ? He had on his suit coat and I told him I thought his sport jacket would look better. After all, I said, you're only going to the moviesg don't be so nervous, act just as though you were going to the movies with one of the boys, you wouldn't get all dressed up for that. Gee, Sis, it's almost time for me to pick her up. Wouldn't you drive me to her house ? No, I replied, you have plenty of time if you don't dilly around. I-Iurry up. ZW'- .... ,i,,. ..,,,. - ,,.,, .. jj I -V hiiu 1 ,, an Do I look all right now, Sis, do I, huh ? Wait a minuteg in case of emer- gency here's another dollar. Don't spend it all on pop and candy. Now get along. Later, when he returned from the show he told me all that had hap- pened and how he felt and acted all the time. To begin with, I was nervous all the time. As soon as I left the house I ran all the way to the block where Sue lives. When I got to her house I wondered what I should do now. I walked up the steps slowly and pressed the bell gently. Sue came to the door and said 'hello' and stood back as if she wanted me to enter. As I stepped inside I said, Are you almost ready? She said, Just a minute. Then her mother came through the door and said 'hello' to me and asked if I would like for her to take us down town in the car. No, thank you, I said. I have enough moneyg we'll take the bus. As Sue came back her mother started in: . Are you sure you'll be all right? Don't you want me to come after you after the movie ? No, I said, We'll be all right. I thanked her and said goodby. We caught the bus at the corner. Sue hurried. on and got a seat while I fumbled for change. Thank good- ness when I got there she was looking out the window. I leaned my elbow 5 THE RED AND WHITE on the outer arm and neither one of us said a word. When we got to the movie, Sue went over to look at the picture while I bought the tickets. I handed the tickets to the man and we both went in. The usher di- rected us to two seats. Sue took of her coat and I was so scared I didn't even help her. She leaned her elbow on the outer arm and I leaned the op- posite way so I wouldn't see her. Oh, I gave her a bag of popcorn. I handed it to her quickly so our fingers wouldn't touch. I didn't enjoy the show much be- cause I was so nervous and to top everything off when we came out of the show there sat her mother wait- ing to take us home. Boy, was I ever humiliated! Having to have her mother take us home! ! ! Sue got in front with her mother and held the door as if she expected me to get in beside her. I quickly opened the back door and climbed in and sat there in a nervous sweat. When we got to Sue's house, Sue's mother had left the key inside the house. She began to think of ter- rible things. She said that she and Sue could spend the night at her uncle's on the next street. All this time I had been standing there thinking of all the ways in which I might get into the house. Finally I got up my courage and said, Couldn't I climb into the house some way? She said all the win- dows were locked. , .Then Sue said that the top attic window was never locked. You know how it bangs all the time, Mother. Yes, her mother said, but Erick couldn't possibly climb up there. Then I said, Yes, I can, I can climb up that big tree. I ran and jumped quickly and caught hold of a low branch. As quickly as I could, I climbed to the branch where I could swing out and get onto the window sill. Then I climbed in through the window and stumbled my way down two flights of stairs in the dark, down into the liv- ing room where I unlocked the door and let Sue and her mother in. Her mother was very pleased with my deed and thanked me very much. She also offered to take me home but I thought I was big enough to walk home after all I had been through to- night. I thanked Sue and she thanked me. Then I said, goodnight and started home feeling real big. I wasn't ner- vous any more and I was very proud. One Red Rose BETTY RICHARDSONQ '53 Booker T. Clark stood alone in the large cave-like doorway of Sherman Street School. He stared vacantly into the wet street and thought about Miss Robins, the fourth grade teach- er. Miss Robins was the only per- son in the whole school who cared for or even noticed one small black boy named Booker. She had just offered to take Booker home in her new green convertible, but he had declined be- cause he was ashamed to let her know that he lived in one of New York's large and squalid slums. Miss Rob- ins had seemed to understand his po- lite refusal, but as Booker watched the convertible pull away from the curb he felt a pang of regret. Suddenly he wrapped his worn coat tightly about his thin body and bolted into the stormy street. As he ran, Booker noticed many things: the pea- nut vender, the organ grinder, the group of boys that would not let him play baseball, the two Smith twins who called him snowball, and a small group of girls ranging from seven to ten which he splashed slightly. He did not stop until he reached the long gray line which was Mulberry Street. Booker entered an unpainted door, THE RED AND WHITE bounded four flights of stairs, and en- tered a steaming kitchen. He went straight to the window, threw up the battered sash, and stood gazing at the one pride and joy of his short life, a small rose bush bearing proudly one small green bud. Booker gave the smooth green leaves a loving touch, then slowly he slit the stem and placed the bud in a glass of water. Booker had watched the bud for many weeks, he had watered it carefully and kept it in the small patch of sunlight that filtered through the neighboring buildings. Now he thought it will really do some good. He thought of the proud way in which he would hand it to Miss Robins on her birth- day, and then Booker T. Clark slept, sitting by the warm fire. Miss Robins stood alone in the dark entrance hall of Sherman Street School. She gazed vacantly at the large pile of various shaped objects on the floor beside her. Out of the many elaborate gifts she had re- ceived for her birthday, only one stood out in the gathering darkness, a large and very red rose. Miss Rob- ins knew who had given her the rose although there was no name on it, and it had been there on her 'desk when she arrived at school that morning. Miss Robins smiled as she watched the disappearing back of one small boy made in God's image, only made black. Ghost Dog JEAN GRAM, '53 The blizzard was becoming fero- cious as it growled and whistled and moaned through the tall, stately spruces. As I stumbled along, I thought of the ironic trick fate had played on me. After betting my life's saving that I could prove superstitious the belief of the Indians of their legend- ary grea.t ghost dog, here I was, lost in the vast reaches of the Arctic, with only matches, no wood, no food, no dogs-and in a blizzard. As it grew dark, I thought of my home in Manitoba, where there was Warm food and my bed waiting for meg then again I thought of the icy night with possible and probable death ahead of me. I stumbled and fell as a harder blast of wind struck me: suddenly I thought, my feet were frozen. I have no feeling, I can't move them at all. But I didn't care any more. I was too tired, too cold. All I wanted to do was to lie down and the ground was coming up to meet me. Mmm- everything was so peaceful, even warm, as I seemed to drop into a deep, soft, black abyss. The sun was shining, and the snow glistened with millions of tiny dia- monds. I seemed to be in some sort of a cave hollowed out of a snowbank. A freshly slain rabbit lay within reach, while something warm was against my back. I turned over, looked, rubbed my eyes, looked again: yes, unless I was crazy, the Warm thing was a great white wolfdog. Suddenly it dawned on me that this must be the dog the Indians call the ghost dog. My turning over evidently awak- ened the dog for he stood up, stretched, and then sat down beside me. I sat up, took out my matches and wished I had some wood so I could cook the rabbit. As the dog saw the matches, he got up and went out. Soon he returned with a dry spruce limb. Heavens knows where he found it in five to six average foot- age of snow. Having cooked and eaten the rab- bit, I stood up experimentally, and found that though I was stii, I hadn't frozen my feet and could walk. Calling the dog, I set out for the Mountie station forty miles south of me. 8 THE RED AND WHITE Coming into sight of the station, the dog stopped and refused to go farther. No amount of coaxing would induce him to follow me. So, giving the dog an appreciative pat on the head, I started for the sta- tion. Bill, the Mountie in charge, had seen me coming and met me half way. Looking back, I saw the dog still sitting on the last rise, watching me. You know, Bill, if it wasn't for that dog, I could never have gotten here. I would be lying frozen some- where up north of here, but thanks to that dog, here I am, alive and O. K. Bill looked at the hill, then at me, and again at the hill. Turning, he looked blankly at me, and scratched his head. Joe, he said, You bet- ter come inside. There is no dog there nor are there any dogs around here, except for my two brown sled dogs. Looking back as Bill closed the door, I could still see the dog, sil- houetted against the rose and gold sunset. Was he the Ghost Dog? I . Blind Date GERALDINE MOON Dear Diary: 6 230 P. M. As I sit here in the quiet warmth of my bathtub, I'm wondering what he will look like. Will he have black or brown hair? Eyes, blue or brown? Will he be fat or will he be skinny? With my luck there will be some- thing wrong with him. I dread the thought of opening the door when he comes: I know I have to go through with it, so I had better stop writing and get ready. - 'Til later. Dear.Diary: .. 4 7:15 P. M. lim now all dressed and waiting patiently on the sofa for the next fif- teen minutes to pass. I'm beginning to think I was out of my mind to say I'd be the one. After all, there are lots of teen-age girls in this town. Oh! there's the doorbell! Barb and Jimmy are with him, so I have to be calm. I don't know if I can make it to the door. I'll tell you tonight what he's like, dear diary. 'Til then- . Dear Diary: 10:30 P. M. Oh, he's every thing I've ever hoped for! He has the most adorable blue eyes, wavy black hair that is so shiny and smooth, I love the coy ex- pression on his face. I'm so glad Barb gave me first preference. I can see him looking at me with those big, blue eyes. It will be wonderful not having to sit home alone every evening. It certainly is grand to have a darling cooker spaniel for a pet! l I Goodnight, dear diary. Captain Happy Go Lucky On A Careless Cruise THOMAS GRAY A light breeze had just begun to stir the tall grass around Happy Ha- ven Yacht. There was an air of ser- enity about the fashionable club. Sea- gulls were screaming and quarreling over choice bits of debris brought in by an early tide. The first rays of the sun were glancing oi ten thou- sand small wavelets creating to the imaginative a veritable sea of gold. All this indicated a bountiful day for yachting. Here and there in some enthusiastic members' garden one could find cabbage leaves and lettuce heads that had been nibbled. Tiny silver dewdrops detached themselves from vegetables as our 'little friend, the swamp rabbit, foraged for his morning feed. The rabbit cocked a disdainful eye at the belligerent gulls and scornfully continued his feeding THE RED AND WHITE 9 as if to say, Humph, what silly birds! They never seem to agree. Unfortunately, peace and harmony of this sort is seldom allowed to take its course. This time it was the in- sistent jangle of an irritable fold alarm clock that shattered the quiet- ude. The rabbit left for parts un- known as the aforementioned clock sailed out into the garden and came to rest right side up after an as- sisted flight of some seventy feet. Bed springs creaked as the propul- sion agent of the alarm clock turned out of his springy bower, fully pre- pared, bloodshot eyes and splitting headache included, to meet the chal- lenge of wind and wave. A low moan escaped the flabby lips of our hero as he fondled his aching head. A loud clump, clump clump sounded as he stumped off to the shower room. Here new groans and vulgar complaints about the cold wa- ter, the management, the evils of drink, and women in general, did their bit to irritate late risers in other parts of the club. Finally, after many unsuccessful attempts our hero managed to get into nautical garb and stumble off down the imposing dock. Crummy 3rd, a small 'express cruiser, lay alongside bumping against the piling. As usual, our he- ro, who for sake of the story is J. Wellington Birdbrain, had neglected to place fenders between his expen- sive craft and the dock. Friction had done its dirty work. Some of the spotless finish had been rubbed badly but not so much so that Cap'n J. W. B. couldn't repair it. No siree, no trouble at all, he muttered as he walked confidently to the paint locker. I'll touch 'er up in no time. No time like the pres- ent, he thought happily, for getting things done. He returned from the paint locker with a can of paint and some brushes. A water pail standing in his path seemed to be in imminent danger of being stepped in, but he carefully sidestepped this obstruction. After opening his paint he balanced it on the narrow coaming around the fore- deck as he sat astraddle the narrow- est forward part of the foredeck, painting merrily. A larger Diesel yacht camel in past Crummy 3rd's dock piling up huge waves in its pro- peller wash. i' The first two or three waves he hardly noticed, but the fourth lifted the stern fully three feet. J. W. B. went heels over head, paintbrush, and paint with him into the troubled water. He came up blowing and spewing. By and by, he managed to climb over the stern of his boat. When he had changed into dry clothes he suddenly remembered the extra paint he'd set on the cabin top. Oh, what a relief! he sighed, I remember that I covered it. At that moment a drop of some- thing Wet hit him on the nose. Rain? Nope, paint. - J. W. B. had reached the same con- clusion and with a muffled sound that seemed to 'be half way between an oath and a prayer, he rushed forward to investigate. Oh no, was his weak remark. Well, I was going to paint it any- ways, he added in a small voice. Two hours and several hundred oaths later the cabin top was finished in a sickly pea-green. This color was so horrible that every time he looked at it he became sick to his stomach. Now, he was ready to start the en- gines and cast off. Carefully, he edged along the alleyway between deckhouse and coaming and dropped gracefully onto a banana peel. The resulting skid was instantaneous and truly amazing. It took him clear across the cockpit where he grounded against some fishing gear carelessly strewn around. When he had picked the fishhooks out of his person he made another attempt to get to the 10 THE RED AND WHITE instruments. This time he suc- ceeded. . He tried to look confident as he opened the throttle and turned on the ignition. i0h, oh, he's forgotten his glasses and can't tell which is neutral on the gear shift.J He shoved it all the way forward then jabbed the starter button. Both engines caught and being wide open raced wildly. Frantically our hero fiddled with the controls until he got the gear lever in forward position. This was going from bad to worse. Both mooring lines parted with a twang! snap! and Crummy 3rd departed full speed across the bay straight for Dead Man's Reef. A There was a grinding, rasping sound as the cruiser grated over the first few rocks then a rending crash and a terrific clatter as the boat struck head on. The force drove her clear atop the reef and there she sank in three feet of water. The expen- sive accommodations were drenched in a bath of sea water and the shining mahogany transom split. The two fine marine engines were forced through the teak deck and water filled the cockpit. For several weeks the boat lay there in its rocky grave until the Coast Guard pulled it off and sank it. For weeks it had stood there, mute testimony to someone's tragic care- lessness. Old J. W. B. has a new boat now, but he'll always remember the beau- tiful little cruiser that went to its watery grave off Gull Roast Rock. Every time he goes by in his new boat, he'll make a new resolution to be very careful. i...-... ..i. A Word JEANNE ANN BARCOMB I am a word. I mean a great deal. The people of all nations have been trying to attain me since the begin- ning of the World. They have al- ways failed. I am the goal for which the United Nations is striving. Will the United Nations ever find me? I wonder . . . Sometimes people have found me, but few have ever succeeded in keep- ing me. You see, I am an elusive word. However, I am not an illu- sion, as some people believe. I am real, yes, very real, and very worth- while to obtain. Although very few people will ad- mit it, I have enemies. Everyone claims to want me, yet only a few try to achieve me. I am found in brotherhood. The Russians and the Russian Satellites use my strongest enemy to prevent people from finding me. They have been using this ene- my in Korea in such a way that now I seem even more unattainable than before to the people who earnestly want me. You ask what the weapon is that they are using against me? It is a weapon most people hate! It is violence! From this violence a war has sprung. This war is not just a war among peopleg it is a war against me and all that I stand for. Fear and greed are often used to fight me. They are strong weapons and usually succeed in pushing me farther and farther away from the people. It is not hard to fight me, for I am not strongly implanted in the hearts of men. Too many people doubt that I will eventually reign over the world. Too many forget how important I am to the survival of the world. Why do I seem too difficult to ac- quire? The answer to that lies in the answer to another question. Why can't people retain me once they have found me? I do not try to escape. I am willing and eager to be caught and shared among the people of the world. Alas! I fear that this thing will never come to pass. My ene- mies are always present. The doubts in the minds of men push me from them. To attain me one must have faith and hope. THE RED AND WHITE 11 War, destruction, fear and greed have often wounded me. These ene- mies have detached me from the hearts of men along with faith and hope. Because of this fact, I fear that the world will lose me forever. Will I live only as a word in a dic- tionary, never even used or thought about? I would not be living then, for if my meaning dies, my soul dies also. You see a word without mean- ing is like a door Which opens into no- where. It is worthless. Few people agree exactly on my meaning. I mean more than just words. I reach into the hearts and feelings of men and leave a part of me there. No one can really say what I leave, for I become a part of every person I touch. According to a dictionary, I am Hharmonyg law and order, freedom from war. How many other things am I! I cannot express them all. I am necessary for the continuation of life. Without me, all nations will eventually diep I shall continue to hope that some day the people of the world will not find me so hard to grasp, and that I will take my proper place in every man's heart. Such is the ambition of my friends, Faith and Hope, as well as my own. The world will be wonderful when our ambition is ful- filled, and the three of us have a sta- tion together in the hearts of men. Yes, together, because they are a part of me. They are necessary if Peace is to reign. And I am Peace. A Funny Experience MARCIA CAMPBELL, '54 Relatives of mine often recall a family reunion of a few years ago. It was a -beautiful day, and after the usual gathering, all decided to motor toward the White Mountains. At a rambling farmhouse, on a porch over- looking beautiful Lake Winnipesau- kee, the group ordered dinner. My sister who was five years old promised to eat everything brought to her. She thought she would iin- ish her glass of water before her meal. The waitress filled the glass up again, and she drank it obediently. This was repeated until the seventh time. Then in a low whisper Cwhich everyone could hearj, she ex- claimed, Mama, tell her not to fill it up again. I can't drink any more! The Sissy PRISCILLA DAGGETT, '53 Ten-year old Billy sat alone on the large, moss-covered rock, gazing into space. He seemed to lack some of the spirit which usually accompanies a fifth-grade boy at recess. Less than one hundred feet from him his con- temporaries were playing hopscotch. Playfully they shouted accusations at one another and joined into the com- petitive spirit of the game. Sudden- ly, one boy turned to Billy and called, Hey, Bill, come on and play I Naw, answered Billy with a touch of scorn in his voice, that's sissy stuff. The other boy, making a derogatory remark and a grotesque face, turned back to the game. Aw, Billy muttered to himself, I hate ev'rything. He pondered the events of the previous morning. It wasn't his fault that he had been caught cheating on an arithmetic test. It was that guy nex-t to him, Donny Chadwick. Yet, he re- flected, that idea didn't seem right. Donny told on me and it's right to tell on kids that cheat, Billy mumbled aloud. But I never cheated before--the other kids do it all the time, but I only did it once. Appar- ently this idea failed to reassure the small boy, because his frown deep- ened. The end of recess bell sounded its raucous, summons. Billy rose slowly and trudged wearily toward the 12 THE RED AND WHITE school building. His destination was the principal's oiiice and an inevit- able lecture on the evils of cheating. This thought caused beads of sweat to appear on his brow. As he drew nearer to the building, his consterna- tion increased and his small hands be- came cold. More jumbled thoughts writhed in Billy's agitated mind. The kids would tease him about being caught, that was sure. But if he had gotten away with it, he would have re- ceived an A and the others wouldn't have, and that wasn't fair. No, it wasn't. But only sissies think that way, reflected the small oy. He entered the back door of the building and gave the knob an angry twist. ' So what if it wasn't fair? pon- dered Billy. But Billy had always been -disgusted with the boys and girls who cheated. It seemed 'rotten for them to get A's that way. Yet he continued to rationalize. After all, he would have failed the test if he hadn't copied from Mary's paper. But, maybe, he would have deserved to fail. Yes, maybe it was right that he had been reported. He entered the principal's oHice. Completely unexpected was the broad smile on the man's face. Good news, Billy! exclaimed the principal. Your teacher and I have decided that you couldn't have cheated. Your record has always been one of honor and your teachers trust you. It was fantastic to think that you would cheat on an arithmetic test. Thank you, sir, mumbled Billy as he went out and closed the door be- hind him. I'll get an 'A' on the test,' he thought. I'll get an 'A' and my folks will be proud! But suddenly there was a lump in his throat and he knew he was go- ing to cry. Take It or I' Leave It JOHN FRYE, '54 V On the first of October the hunt- ing season begins. There is always a great amount of hustling about the house getting this and that-every- thing that is related to hunting-and putting it on the kitchen table. These various articles are crammed into a small satchel and put into the front seat of the car. This done, Dad grabs his rusty old shotgun and scrambles into the car. There is a muffled roar as the car shoots out of the driveway, skids around the cor- ner, and disappears from sight. As the car is speeding along the highway, a fat young rabbit leaps across the road in front of the car, and disappears into the brush. Dad brings the car to a loud and abrupt stop, climbs out, and plunges into the thicket, giving chase to the rabbit. Two or three minutes elapse before a noise that somewhat resembles a can- non exploding is heard. Later Dad steps into view, carrying a few pieces of what might have been a rabbit. In the late evening when we are return- ing home, Dad explains that he had taken some buckshot instead of bird- shot to shoot the rabbit and it had blown the poor little rabbit to mere fragments! A Costume Ball CARLENE RICHARDSON, '54 The sun had just gone down. Sha- dows were everywhere. Across the shadows murmured the sound of the wind, soft and slow. The air was crisp with a note of gaiety in it. Above, in the trees, was a rustle of excitement. The dancers, dressed in red, yellow, orange, and pale green, waltzed with their escorts, clothed in dark green and brown, to a melody known only to themselves. Around and around they whirled until the moon was high in the sky. THE RED AND WHITE 13 The leaves iiuttered to the ground and the music grew softer, finally dy- ing when the first hint of light glanced across the sky. The sun, peep- ing over the horizon, saw the empty limbs of the trees and, not knowing of the fun and frolic of the night be- fore, proceeded to awaken the world. The Old Oak Desk ALICE CHAPMAN, '54 Among the rolling hills of that sec- tion of the country called New Eng- land lived a little old bachelor in his small white bungalow which was sit- uated by a dirt road on the outskirts of a little village. From the road a narrow little stone path led up to his front porch where patches of colum- bines -tangled in and out of the fancy wooden railing which seemed to dis- tinguish this house from all others around. Among the foliage surround- ing the house were four tall sugar maple trees which were tapped for maple syrup each spring and served as good shade in the summer. Then there was mother's old flower gar- den with flowers of all varieties and in the rear of the house were a few scrubby old fruit trees from which, in the fall, mother would gather crab apples, plums, and wild cherries with which to make jams and jellies for the long winters ahead. All around the house a thick green carpet of grass spread its natural beauty from the road to the adjoining forest in the background. ' Now for a glimpse of the interior of the home. In the kitchen was a set of rough wooden table and chairs, a black iron sink, an old black wood stove that cooked the food and also provided heat for the whole house, and a cupboard with a few small shelves and drawers. The walls were a dull gray which seemed to cast a gloom over the whole room. In the living room was a meager couch at one end, one discolored overstuffed chair, and a small oval walnut table. But the pride and joy of the family had always been the big oak desk which had been passed down through the family since his great great grandfather and there was even a tradition about it. Besides this, there were two bedrooms in the rear which were furnished with odds and ends of bedroom furniture. Although this house had simple furnishings it was always neat and tidy. The man himself was of English descent and was in his late fifties. He was quite short and stocky, with a fair complexion, and his hair, which was once a coarse golden brown, had faded through the years of toil into a grayish white. John Blackfleld by which he was called from birth, was a rather quiet, religious man who seemed to live in a world of his own and was as honest as the days are long. Still on the other hand he was very spunky and spry, not in the least bit lazy, for the lines on his face and hands gave out the secret of his la- bors and trials in the past. It was evening and the shadows of darkness were slowly creeping on and the little windows of heaven were be- ginning to light up. Old John was sitting out on the porch, as he was often seen doing at this time of night, with his old faithful collie dog, Tad. Tad was a strong, brown furred, kind, collie dog that had filled a great place in Old John's heart. He had come to John as a little pup about a year ago. No one claimed him so he stayed on. Tonight John was not happy sing- ing as he usually did. Instead his head was bent in sorrow and deep thought, for this past week his mo- ther had died and now all he had left was Tad, his faithful old pal who seemed even closer to him now. Tad was the only one left to whom he could tell his troubles. It was not the death he was thinking of now. It 14 THE RED AND WHITE was his past life from his boyhood up. He had lived in this simple little house ever since he could remember. His father, Whom he could little re- member, had always been a drunk and had died in one of his drunken stupers when John was but a small lad. Many was the night when he would come home drunk and beat up John's mother without mercy. That was one thing John could remember very clearly. When he got his week's pay he would go out and spend it all on liquor and would even gamble or go into debt to get what he wanted. If it had not been for J ohn's mother's father, his grandfather in other words, who would send them money or food, the family would have starved to death. His grandfather, a tall, strong, bronzy man, had been a wealthy sea captain. About five years after John's father died his grandfather died also, ending the source of help. Before he died he gave his daughter, John's mother, the big oak desk which now sat in the living room tell- ing her to go to it if she was ever in trouble and needed money. This J ohn's mother had done many times. She would search it from top to -bot- tom in time of sorrow but all was in vain for no money was to be found. In the meantime John had had to leave school as a young boy and go to work so as to support his mother and pay his father's debts. This he did faithfully all his life and in his mother's last days he had even gone into debt to buy her medicines and have the doctor for her. Now she had died and all he had left was Tad who stuck close to his master's side. Now someone had come to claim him or else he would have to pay 35100 for Tad. There was no question in his mind as to the choice he would make, but where was he to get the money? This is what his mind had constantly dwelt on since that stranger had ar- rived and claimed the dog. Finally an idea popped into his head. He hated to do it but what other choice was there when he was determined to keep the dog? So at last he decided to clean out the old desk and sell it for it would bring quite a price for the antique it was. He had cleared all the drawers and crevices out of old papers and was about to pull it out and dust it when all at once he heard something drop. Turning, he picked it up and found it to be a long brown envelope sealed on one side and on the other side was written, To John and his Mother. Opening it up he found 55,000 in bills. He was so excited he hardly knew what to do but then after collecting his thoughts he knelt and thanked God. Now if you should go down a cer- tain dirt road in a certain part of New England you would probably see this little old man, sitting on his porch in the still of the evening with his close companion and pal at his side. HOW TRUE Mr. Tucker: Where is the capitol of the United States ? Johnny: In loans all over the world. HIGH OPINION Tubby Pozzi: Tall girls are nice, but the short ones look up to you. FAIRY STORY Dick Stuart: Mind if I turn off the hall light? Mary Lou: Not at all. Dick: The ceiling light ? Mary Lou: Why, of course. Dick: The floor lamp ? Mary Lou: Yes, Dick. Dick: Now that it's dark in here may I ask you a question ? Mary Lou: Yes, dear. Dick: Do you think this luminous watch is worth six dollars and forty- nine cents ? 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In each issue we receive, we sometimes find something excep- tionally humorous or interesting which we publish, hoping you will enjoy it. Below is a list of the schools we exchange with. The Abhis of Abington High The Aegis of Beverly High The Broadcaster of Nashua Junior High The Brown and White of Stoning- ham High The Bulletin of Watertown High The High Lights of Hillsboro High The Informer of Keene High The Lakonian of Laconia High The Log of Hobart High The Messenger of Manchester High The Meteor of Berlin High The Orange and Black of Farm- ington High The Optic of Ossipee High The Red and Gray of English High The Ray of Woodbury High The Red and White of Sanford High The School Spirit of Dover High The Semaphore of Stoughton High The Thesaurus of Manchester High The Tattler of Nashua High The Observer of West Springfield, Mass. We received a magazine from West Springfield High of West Springfield, Mass., and thought it was attractive. Congratulations to your talented staff I We recently received an issue of The Ray of Woodbury High School and we think it is an excellent maga- zine. The section on jokes was very humorous and the page on Fash- ions is a feature we haven't seen for quite some time. Photos and Credits Our football team: Jimmy Smith, Marcel Huppe, Bruce Leary, Dick Stuart, Jimmy Scott, Paul Clark, Paul McGrath, John Carrigan, Sam Theriault, John Newhall, and Kenny Dodge. fPhotos by Wentworthl 12. Prize winners in the Halloween win- dow painting contest: David Seavey, Peggy Foster, Barbara Bickford, and Frank Kelley. 13. VIP's at Memorial Plaque presenta- tion: Ex-Gov. Huntley Spaulding, Mrs. Leon Spaulding, Mrs. Vera Spaulding, Mrs. Huntley Spaulding, and His Honor Mayor Wesley Lyons. 14. S. H. S. Co-eds: Kay Baker, Norma Phillips, Rose Sielian, Martha Mc- Leod, Mary Learson, and June Ry- 1-ll. an. 15. First prize winning picture by Da- vid Seavey. 16. Second prize winning picture by Peggy Foster. 17. More Co-eds: Jeanine Hamel, Bever- ley Johnson, Joan Parent, Nancy Tuttle, Lorraine Horne, and Pris- cilla Stevenson. 18. Band members: Carl Sirois, June Pomroy, Minnie Varney, Shirley Christie, and Harry Hanson. 19. The New Spaulding Family Memor- ial Plaque. 20. William Haaker, Pianist. P N i 1 Y ig 'Thoughm of a SmJ C3rader ALAN KING GEoGRAPHY There are states, too, you know, Everywhere, high and low. They are here, they are there, East and West, North and South Even at a river's mouth! i DRUMS Hear the beating of the drum Rum-tee-tum, rum-tee-tum enrh With rhythm it goes, and magic it knows For it is the drum That goes Rum-tee-tum. ARITHMETIC I sure like arithmeticg Fractions is the kind I pick. If you will but do it slow, It is lots of fun, you know, But some like it, and some don'tg Some will do it, and some won't. SNOWBALL I had a ball of snowy I let it flying' go, It really went far, And hit a new car So, running,.I'll go, Very fast through the snow! BIRTHDAYS You might have a party, With Mary, Ann or Marty, And that's lots of fun, But too soon it's done! OUTDOOR GAMES Outdoor games are lots of fun, We don't care which side has won Best of all, I like baseball. Let girls play with a sissy doll! There are games for young and old For the bashful and the bold. Outdoor games are lots of fun, That includes most everyone! SKIING Do you like to ski? If so, come with me, We'l1 go up the towg Then a'Hying we will go! Down the hill we'll spin, Or glide as does a Hn, For I'll ski, both here and there, Where I go I do not care! CUB SCOUTS We met right after school, Yes, when I was but ten And we did lots of things In our good cub Scout den. I know the fun we had Yes, did we have fun? For we went out and played When business meeting was done. And when the games were through, We'd give a rousing cheer, It was both long and loud And everyone could hear. Then when the dusk began That was at five o'clock Each one would say good-bye, And then towards home he'd walk. THE RED. AND WHITE 21 Junior High Assembly A special Junior High Assembly was held in the S. H. S. Auditorium on Tuesday, October ninth. The pro- gram was provided by seventh and eighth graders and included vocal and piano solos, baton twirling, a pi- ano accordion solo, and a ballet dance. At the end of the program special awards were given by the Ford Mo- tor Co. to boys who had done out- standing work in Mr. Beard's Gen- eral Shop classes last year. The program was prepared under the direction of Mrs. Perkins, Mrs. Spelman was the accompanist, and Mr. Cotton led the group singing. L..,,.l....--1 The Beans Short Tail SHIRLEY KENYON, '57 At one time a little bear was very lonely and sad. This was because he had no tail. Not only that, but all of the big husky mother and fa- ther bears wouldn't let their baby bears play with him because he didn't have any handsome tail. The poor little bear didn't have anyone but his mother and father. All this time his mother and father didn't know how sad and lonely he was. This bear's name was Bobo. He was a nice little bear and went to church every single Sunday. He always prayed and prayed to God to give him a tail just like the other bears. One day he knew that there was going to be a picnic and a swimming party. Little Bobo thought he'd go, too. When he got there everyone was laughing and playing, but they all left in a little while. Bobo was crying, and very sad as he sat on a rock at the shore of the water. The sun shone down on him and also in the water. There was a little breeze blowing by, and it wrinkled little waves in the reflected water. More and more, the reflec- tion shaped itself into the lovely form of an angel. Bobo was very aston- ished. He tore his eyes from the wa- ter to see, in the sky just over his head, a beautiful angel. Bobo knew God must have sent her: She had long, light curly hair and it shone brightly in the warm sun. Her eyes were kind and friendly. Bobo stared at her and knew no harm would come to him. This lasted for about a min- ute. Finally the angel spoke to Bo- bo. She said, 'Do not be frightened, Bobo, I am here to help you. .She touched him with her shining magic wand, and told him to walk back through the streets of his small town. Then suddenly she vanished. So Bo- bo walked through the streets as she had told him to and everyone was noticing his beautiful tail. From then on he had plenty of friends and fun, and Bobo had the best tail of all the bears and was very happy. .........1-.....L..-- How the Mouse Got His Squeak JUNELLEN OSBORNE, '57 Once upon a time there was a mouse who lived in a haunted house. He felt sorry because he could not squeak and all the other mice could. He tried and tried to make squeaky noises but he couldn't. There also happened to be ghosts living in this house. Sometimes these ghosts were kind and other times they weren't. But, this time, one of them was being kind. He went up to the mouse and told him that if he'd help him haunt everybody that went into the house, he'd try to give him a squeak. The mouse thought for a moment and then he thought he'd try out this plan. The mouse carried out his part of the bargain and did it well. The ghost was very pleased. The ghost was now going to keep his word, and he told him to go and run around the tree, then come back to the house. While he was out doors, 22 THE RED AND WHITE the ghost opened the door and swal- lowed the squeak in it. Then, when the mouse came in, the ghost blew in- to the mouse's hand, and told him to swallow it. He did that and he started squeaking. He was happy once again. That is how the mouse got his squeak. How We Get Our Lakes, S treams, and Ponds BEVERLY HANSON, '57 Many years ago, when the earth was lived on by only a few tribes of people there lived a very cruel giant. He was one of the largest and most cruel giants in the whole world. One day he got into one of his meanest moods and all of a sudden the people heard a terrible roar and out of the woods came the giant. Now he was so big that everything he stamped upon was crushed and he just kept going till there was nothing left to crush or destroy. Then feeling very pleased with himself he sat down to rest. As he was resting he noticed how quiet it was. There was not a sound anywhere. He got up and started looking for some other per- son to talk to, but he could not find anybody. He began to feel lonesome and started to cry and as the tear- drops fell they formed little streams and ponds. As he cried harder and harder lakes and rivers formed. He wandered on and on hoping to find some people and there was always more streams, ponds, lakes and riv- ers. So that is how we have our lakes, streams, ponds, and rivers in the world today. i The Day Earth Was Saved ROBERT DALE, '54 Did you ever wonder what would cause the end of the world and who would cause it? To find out let us listen in on a conversation between 1 two men sitting in a large office of an ultra-modern ofiice building. One of the men is Professor John H. Williams, the other is Joe Jack- son of the Planetary Express, a news- paper reporter. What are these men talking about? They are talking about the people of the twenty-iirst century-our children to be. Professor Williams, says Joe, what have you discovered in your latest expedition to the island that due to volcanic eruptions has risen up out of the sea ? Joe, Professor Williams says, You will be the first person other than those who were on my expedi- tion to hear of what we discovered. I've chosen you because you represent the greatest newspaper in the coun- try and it is only fair that the news- paper should tell of the greatest dis- covery in history, or should I say about history! . We discovered that we were not the first people to inhabit the Earth -there were people here long before us. These people were very much like us. They had their faults and their greatest one was war. They had fought several wars and the con- querors. Just because there was no one left to fight with on earth they declared war on Mars. It was then that they made their mistake for Mars was too powerful and they killed all life on Earth. Life then started all over again and that life is us. Professor, do you mean there was a generation of people before us ? I mean just that, Joe. Well, Professor, there might have been generations before that. There might have been, Joe. Professor, said Joe, I just had a thought. We have had wars and we are the conquerors. Only last week a huge bomb came from the planet Venus and now we are declaring war on that planet. Professor, do you CContinued on Page 281 , I NEED OF PRAYER CARLENE WIGGIN, '53 There's great turmoil in our nation, And precious blood is spilled, In a war in far Korea, Where our boys are being killed. And parents' hearts are asking, Must we suffer this againg Must our sons continue dyingg For the greed and hate of men? There's a great need of our leaders, In the nations of today, It must be they've forgotten, To kneel to God and pray. If each person in this country Would take problems to our Lord, He who is one almighty, Gives promises his Ward. That a nation undivided, Ever trusting in the Lord, Would never be forsaken, But be saved through love of God. So let us at home remember, While there's trouble everywhere, To support our boys and nationg With the greatest power, Prayer. pf ff' gras Hd. 4? .Z xx 'P mx THE ONE THING THAT DOESN'T The And The But CHANGE FRANK Pozzi, '52 wind and rain may come and go colored leaves fall to and fro. sun may shine, the sun may hide one great love will e'er abide. The birds may sing and fly away Life may be sad, bright or gay. All things on earth may go one by one But never, dear mother, the love of your SOYI. 24 THE RED AND WHITE THE COWBOY'S LAMENT DOREEN LYNCH, '52 I O give me a home Where the trolley cars roamg -19' Where folks gather in churches to pray ' -5- Where seldom is heard The cry of a bird And the cows are not bawling all day. i v I'm tired of the range, All my cows have the mange, - C I smell like the cattle, they say ' My bones are so loose , . , K 1 ' From ridin' a cayuse ' '- Q , ' That I clank like an old Model A. o, .' ' .vi t sg 0' U , gi? sick of this life .5250 'Y-S3 - 'fr' ' a cowboy's sad strife, 4 -s. ' , I'll sell all my cattle today fb. .. g xv 'B I've been thrown and been kicked, ..--. N ' ' 05600 I know when rm licked l:: ....... So I'm goin' to the city to stay! Atl .-A THE WEATHERCOCK NORMAN TILTON, '53 He looks to east and, then to west, Telling each breeze, You are the best, The hardest wind that ever blows. He fiatters rain, and when it snows, He whirls and swirls and sends it by, It must not hide his Weathered eye. He greets the day at five o'clock, As quickly as the barnyard cock. Perched high above the way of men, He's untroubled by the Huttering hen. Above this anger and this yearn1ng,. He stays in place and keeps on turning. I . THE PAY-OFF JOYCE MARCH, 'sz . ,f ., Il' There is a boy in my class, ' 0 Who never finds the time Q f To do his English homework- I Be it grammar or a rhyme. 5 Then when he comes to school next day, - ,I '13 A 1530 A -X He worries all morning long: ' - ' HRV 'K ' Whose English can I copy? ' L ' fAlthough he knows it's wrong.J , f W , , l, 'X And so he cheats all through the term. W ll But teacher isn't blind. And when report cards are passed out, He finds he's left behind. CContinued on Page 375 I , 1 g J, W ' I 1 I gf. Z f s X - fj- Interview learned that he s e fairly good By wrangling an on-the-spot inter- view with Mr. Richardson, coach of the Rochester teams during the 1930 era, I began asking questions which would compare teams of that time with teams of today. These are some of the answers: You have probably heard many of the old timers say that back in their day, football used to be a lot rougher and tougher and that the game today IS getting mild. But don't believe them. In fact, I believe that the game is even faster and more decep- tive than it used to be. He also mentioned the fact that today coaches have more boys to work with. Back about 1930 he said he did not have enough boys on his team to scrimmage each other in practice. g The former coach admitted that the equipment today is an improve- ment over the equipment of yester- year. He also said that the football itself used to be larger than it is to- day. His first year here, Mr. Richard- son built his team mostly of under classmen, and he received the satis- faction of ending the season by de- feating Dover 10-0. It is interesting to note that the formations we use today were used then, also-formations such as the T the Split T, the Box, and the Single- wing were popular at that time as they are today. Catching a few familiar names here and there, I happened to hear Sam ,Seavey's name mentioned and quarterback. Other familiar names mentioned were Frenchy Ferland, Don Mitchell, and Phil Bailey. Mentioning basketball Mr. Rich- ardson said that it had not been an interscholastic sport in Rochester for ten years when he received the coach- ing chores, so the team really had to start from scratch to make something of themselves. Since then, basket- ball has blossomed into one of Ro- chester's most popular sports. Finishing up the interview Mr. Richardson said, Any man who ever coaches a team never forgets that school. SPAULDING VS. SOMERSWORTH A near capacity crowd of 3,000 was on hand to watch the tussle between the Hilltoppers and the Raiders. In the first half it was all Somersworth as their wide end sweeps with per- fect interference proved devastating to the Spauldingites. At the half the score was 21-0, and it looked as if Somersworth would turn the game into a rout. However, in the second half, it was a different story. Spaulding received the opening kickoff, and in just three plays they struck paydirt, with Mar- cel Huppe reeling off 41 yards for the tally, and with what proved to be the longest run of the game. The try for the extra point failed, making the score 21-6. Somersworth once again tallied making it 27-6. But the in- spired raiders came back with Huppe running 33 yards for the tally and with Dodge pushing the extra point, 26 THE RED AND WHITE making it 27-13, which was the final score. The fourth quarter was scoreless with Spaulding driving to the Som- ersworth seven-yard line as time ran out. It looks as if Spaulding may soon taste the cup of victory if they con- tinue to play the type of inspired ball that they played in the second half. Somersworth 7 14 6 O-27 Spaulding 0 0 13 0-13 .-- -.-Z SPAULDING 19- MANCHESTER WEST 7 Spaulding got its second win of the season by defeating West High 19-7. A Gale Varney's recovery of a fumble set up the first Spaulding tally. With Marcel Huppe and Kenny Dodge carrying, Spaulding went for the T. D. On third down, Ken Dodge carrying, Jim Smith booted the extra point and Spaulding led 7-0. West scored in the second quarter after Spaulding gave up the ball on downs on the West 44. Rosie Pa- quette went eight yards on the first play. Tom Casey threw a pass to Rosie on the 43 with Paquette scor- ing. Lennie Newell rushed the extra point. The score stood 7-7. Spaulding marched 53 yards only to lose the ball. The first play was a pass intercepted by Smith. With two passes incomplete, a five-yard penalty against Spaulding, and a Smith to Stuart pass, the half ended. Jim Smith opened the third quar- ter by returning the kickoi 33 yards to the 42. Huppe went around end for a first down on the West 42. Smith was forced to punt on fourth down, but was roughed up. It gave Spaulding a first on the West 25. They lost three yards in two plays. Smith went back to pass. Couldn't find a receiver and went around his left end for a T. D. The placement was not good. ' West came back, but Bucky Leon- ardi ended the threatfby catching Hamel's pass and raced from the Y Spaulding 15 to 47. Dodge went to the West 42 and Huppe went to the 28 for a first down. Dodge went for five yards and Huppe took a handoff to race the dis- tance. The try for the point was no good. The final score: .Spaulding 19, Manchester West 7. .iT SANFORD 19-SPAULDING 6 Flying fists and bad fumbles com- bined to spell the downfall of the Red Raiders at Goodall Park in San- ford. The score is no indication of the fighting team which Coach Pete Herman put onto the field. Spauld- ing fumbled on its own 20-yard line on the opening kickoff of the game. Sanford scored on two plays and the score was 7-0. Spaulding retaliated quickly and after a short drive Huppe sprinted 54 yards to score only to have the play called back by Umpire Berg. However, the Raiders contin- ued their drive and Huppe plunged over from the three-yard line to score Spaulding's only touchdown. Before the half ended Sanford managed to score once again and the score stood 13-6. Although Sanford scored once in the second half, there was more fistplay than football displayed. Dodge and Huppe were outstanding in their running and all around play for Spaulding. l SPAULDING VS. PORTSMOUTH VICTORY! l l Spotting Portsmouth a touchdown in the opening minutes, Spaulding roared back through the fog to over- whelm the Clippers 25-12. Ken Dodge and Marcel Huppe shared scoring honors with two touchdowns each. A Spaulding fumble in the first quarter gave Portsmouth their break and they capitalized on it, by driving 55 yards for their first touchdown. Their try for the point failed. Smith returned the ensuing kickoff 20 yards to the Spaulding '42, Dodge then -THE' RED AND WHITE 27 sneaked down the middle to grab Smith's pass on the 30, and ran un- molested into the end zone to put Spaulding back in the game. On the first play of the second half, Huppe broke away and romped 40 yards to make it 12-6. After holding Portsmouth on downs, Spaulding again took over, and after driving 35 yards to the Portsmouth 32-yard line, Huppe took the ball over, and outraced the Portsmouth secondary into the end zone, to make it 18-6. Dodge rushed -the extra point. Later in the third quarter Dodge intercepted Watson's pass and ran the ball back 31 yards to the 14-yard line. Huppe made nine yards and then Dodge took the ball the remain- ing five yards to make it 25-6. Portsmouth came right back with a 66-yard pass play for the final score of the night, leaving it 25-12. Al Ranagan may have won the full- back spot for his performance. Sam Theriault filled in at quarterback when Smith hurt his leg in the second half. Spaulding 6 13 6 0-25 Portsmouth 6 0 6 0-12 1,-.....---i LACONIA 24-SPAULDING 20 Laconia High saved their win streak by defeating Spaulding al- though the Raiders fought hard to stay in the lead most of the game. La- conia opened the contest by scoring on opening kickoff as Ken Wagnor ran 90 yards for the score. Spauld- ing bounced back and marched 80 yards for their first score. Ken Dodge and Marcel Huppe were the mainstays of this drive. A fumble set up Laconia's second touchdown and the first quarter ended 12-6. Again in second quarter a Raider fumble gave the Sachums their third score. Nevertheless, late in the second quar- ter Laconia also fumbled and a run by Dodge and a pass from. Jim Smith to Dodge gave the Raiders their second score. The Raiders came out fighting after the half as Jim Smith ran 43 yards to the La- conia 33 and Ken Dodge jaunted to the 22-yard line. This set up Huppe for a 22-yard end run score to make it 20-18 in favor of Spauld- ing. Both teams were held scoreless until the last few minutes of play when Laconia scored their all im- portant touchdown on a Raider fumble to make the final score 24-20. -,,1...il- SPAULDING VS. DOVER Spaulding's Red Raiders, playing their last game of the season, were edged out by Dover as the Green Wave avenged last year's loss by a score of 20-13. Hundreds of fans were on hand to View the 51-year old rivalry between the two teams. The game started with a bang as Dover fumbled the opening kickoff and Dodge recovered for Spaulding on the Dover eight-yard line. On the first play from scrimmage Huppe went over standing up on an end sweep. Smith rushed the extra point and Spaulding was ahead with a quick 7-0 score. But Dover refused to remain the underdog and Johnny Christiansen broke loose to score for Dover and make the score 7-6 as the first quar- ter ended. As the second quarter got under Way, Spaulding made a long drive, and Huppe again hit pay dirt by going over from the three- yard line. The try for the point failed making it 13-6. Dover again came back as Bastianelli tallied and Meserve kicked the point as the half ended. In the second half May made a long 65-yard run for Dover which proved to be the margin of victory, as Spaulding was held scoreless. Each team fought on even terms in the last quarter leaving the score 20-13. Spaulding 7 6 0 0-13 Dover 6 7 7 0-20 . SPAULDING VS. NEWBURYPORT Newburyport, Mass., squeezed out a tight 12-6 win over Spaulding High 28 THE RED AND WHITE in a rough tough game marked by four fifteen-yard penalties against the Bay State eleven. All the scoring came in the first half. Newburyport tallied first by recovering a fumble deep in Spauld- ing territory. The try for the con- version failed. After receiving the ensuing kickoff, Spaulding was held for downs, and forced to punt. Rund- lett received the punt for the Bay Staters, and with good interference, ran 70 yards for their final touch- down. Late in the second quarter, Spauld- ing capitalized on a break and with Huppe and Dodge alternating the ball-carrying duties, the Raiders hit pay dirt, with Dodge going over from the two-yard line. The placement was not good. This made the score 12-6, which turned out to be the final score. The second half was mainly a strong defensive game, with each team stiffening the defense in the crucial moments. John N ewhall was hurt on the first play of the game, and will be missing from the line-up for the rest of the season. Spaulding 0 6 0 0- 6 Newburyport 6 6 0 0-12 SPAULDING 21-CONCORD 6 Spaulding racked up its third win of the season against Concord on our field. The first score was set up by a 76- yard punt by Jim Smith. On the second play John Phillips of Concord fumbled, and Sam Theriault recov- ered on the 25-yard line. Smith lost trying to pass. Bucky Leonardi went for four and Smith threw a pass to Bob Scagliotti on the 27. Smith passed again, this time to Marcel Huppe who scored. The try for the point was not good. The Raiders led 6-0. ' Three plays after the kickoff Smith intercepted Ossie McLeod's pass on the Raider 10 and raced it back to the 30. The half ended with Smith passing to Jim Scott on the Concord Concord fumbled on the second play of the third period. Smith re- covered on the Concord 18-yard line. Huppe went a yard and Leonardi raced 17 yards to score. Carrigan booted 'the extra point. The score stood 13-0. Concord came back only to lose the ball on the Spaulding 34. Unable to move the ball Smith punted to the Concord, 21. The quarter ended with Phillips going to the 31. Con- cord lost the ball again this time on its 32. Spaulding was forced to punt. McLeod brought it out to the eight. Concord had to kick but Larry Braley was caught in the end zone. Fifteen-to nothing the score. Concord got its first touchdown when McLeod scored from the 18. Spauld- ing's last tally came on Smith's run from the three. THE DAY EARTH WAS SAVED fContinued from Page 221 mean that this war is the war to end our generation ? It might be, said the Professor. Just then there was a call for the Professor from the observatory. Ve- nus had just launched a huge bomb. The Professor and Joe got in a car and drove to the observatory. When they arrived Professor Wil- liams studied the bomb through the huge telescope and said it was a gas bomb set to explode when it reached the Earth's atmosphere and then the gas would poison the air, killing everything that lived on Earth. The bomb would take at least twenty-four hours to reach here, the Professor said. Within the next hour they had every weapon known launched to in- tercept the bomb, but they all failed. Now everyone on Earth waited for certain death. The bomb had just an hour to go before it would reach Earth. Suddenly they saw a rocket ship coming toward the bomb and be- fore long the bomb was blown up by the rocket ship. Then they swung their telescope toward Venus which was now being attacked by Martian space ships. It had been a Martian space ship that had saved Earth! ' lan, p 1 4 . University of New Hampshire: Judith Abbott, Richard Bradt, Pris- cilla Flagg, Harvey Fox, Jacqueline Rumazza, Barbara Vayo, Gerald Wentworth, Gordon Wiggin, Charles Pieroni, Roger Griffin, Eleanoranne Nulsen. Westbrook Junior College: Lor- raine Barcomb, Anastasia Raizes. Massachusetts College of Phar- macy: Robert Wingate. McIntosh Business College: Irene Wilkins, Sylvia Cossette, Betty Dav- enport, Marlene Beaudoin, Robert Twombly. St. Anselm: Wilfred Roy, George Mucher. Worcester Academy: Paul Rosen- berg. New Hampton Prep: James Don- lon, Richard Welch. Sears Roebuck and Company: Gay Avery. Newberry's: Eleanor Cole, Louise Pike. N Woolworth's: Alice Beriault, Jan- ice Sirois. Fishman's: Bertha Geary, Shirley Moody. Willard March, Contractor: War- ren Wheeler. General Electric: Robert Schafer, Gerard Casey. Bliven Heating Service: Richard Dame. Courier Office: Thomas Blake. City Cab: Leon Pouliot. Paul's Texaco Station: David Gib- erson. 0117 A. Sz P.: Robert Rogers, Richard Grenier. Champlin's: Ronald Dorr, Regi- nald Grenier. Bus Depot: Ruthe Rouleau. Those working for their fathers: Dwight Horne, Joseph Sanborn, Don- ald Seavey, Norman Beaudoin, Ar- thur J enness. Wacs: Audrey Smart. United States Air Force: Edward Drapeau, Ellis Lowry, Chester Ward- en, Gordon Hartford, Charles Walk- er. United States Navy: Noel Snyder, Paul Walsh, Roger Morin. Women's Air Corps: Patricia Theriault, Virginia Boudreau. Maybury Shoe Company: Shirley Charles, Barbara Gilmore, Marilyn Grenier, Barbara Sullivan. Hubbard Shoe Company: Paul Ba- ker, Rachel Vanesse, Kenneth Horn, Marjorie White. Kendall Insurance Company: Eli- nor Arlin, Jean Gowen. Varney's Insurance Company: Mary Pierce, Marion Witham. . Telephone Operators: Agnes Gras- sie, Shirley Horne. Young's Dairy: Kenneth Hussey. Gonic Garage: Donald Spurling. Boston University: Bruce Hescock. Bentley School of Accounting: Arnold Notkin. Margaret Pillsbury Hospital: Jan- et Griffin. Notre Dame Hospital: Patricia Hamel. 30: THE RED AND WHITE Wellesley Children's Hospital: Beverly Sunderland, Pauline Kond- rup. Wyandotte Worsted Mill: Charles Varney. Post Graduates: Colette Morgan, Kenneth Beach. Elliot Hospital: Priscilla Drew, Betty Roy. Burdett Business College: Muriel Zinck. Taking care of children: Shirley Tebbetts. Marriages: Louise Dufault, '51 to Philip Sawyer, '-51: Beverly Camp- bell, '51 to Frank Knights, '51: Nan- cy Churchill, '51 to Edward'Lyons: Marilyn Drown, '51 to Stanward Leeman: Virginia Ratcliffe, '51 to Thomas Powers: Barbara Gould, '51 to George Lemay: June Kelley, '51 to Richard Burke. Left School: Lawrence Corson, Sally McDuifee, Vera Lowry, Cath- erine Corpening, Donald Whitney. Wentworth Institute: Donald Du- chano. Tufts College: Richard Krueger. Plymouth Teachers' College: Ar- lene Parent. Wilfred Academy: Barbara Creas- er. New England School of Art: Rob- ert Constantino. Nichols' Junior College: Edward Morse. Working ,Out of Town: Carolyn Smith, Newmarket: Thomas Printy, Dover: Richard Auclair, Connecti- cut: Louise Dufault, Dover: Leroy Edmunds, Foxboro, Mass.: George Hervey, Detroit, Michigan: Patricia Lessard, Joliet, Illinois: Richard Gagne, Dover: Marilyn Forbes, Con- cord: Philip Sawyer, Farmington. Unemployed: Norma Jane Coran, Roger Doyon, Lorraine Brooks, Roxi- anna York, Constance Shaw, Nancy Hutchins, Dorothy Beaupre, Evelene Stevens, Dot Barter, Natalie Prime, Susan Stearns. Lumbering: Charles Gerrish. School of Attendant Nursing CBostonJ : Eleanor Hersom. Last Rochester High' School Class Has First Reunion Approximately forty members of the class of 1939 of Rochester High School, the last class to be graduated before the opening of the new Spaulding High School, held their first reunion at the Rochester Coun- try Club recently. Wives and mem- bers of their families brought the attendance to about seventy people. Robert Emerson, class president, was the toastmaster. Letters were read from Betty Woodman, Vallejo, California: Donald Dixon, Pope Air Force Base, N. C.: Fredrick Kidder, Pearl Harbor, T. H.: Hazel Dickerson Demerritt, Dallas, Texas: Captain Leo Dupont, Tokyo, Japan: Wallace Kimball, Fielding Hill, Mass.: and Cliff Semonds, Lakeland, Fla., all members of the class. Dancing fol- lowed the dinner. At the head table were Mr. and Mrs. Robert Emerson: Dorothy Dow Callaghan, secretary, and husband: Mr. and Mrs. Starvo George, treas- urer: Mrs. Rita Boivin Lagasse, vice president: Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Boucher fEdna Rosenl, Valedictori- an: and Mrs. Prudence Manchester Tuttle. SPIRIT OF THE AMERICAN FILAG fContinued from Page 41 free country existing for liberty and the maintenance of rights of all citi- zens. VVl1ile they fought, struggled, and died our forefathers thought not of their lives but of the spirit and hopes centered in our great flag. Thereafter, the 1'irst settlers formed a government that would meet the needs of the people and at the same time convey the real spirit of Americanism and the American Hag. However, the result was at- tained only after many conventions and the formation of an inept cen- tral government under The Articles of Confederation. The grand climax was the Constitution, the supreme law of the land, which also reflects THE RED AND WHITE si the spirit of our great flag. With the spirit of our American Flag in his soul, Nathan Hale said as he was about to die, I only re- gret that I-have but one life to give for my country. It was in the War of 1812 that the wounded Captain Lawrence of the Chesapeake uttered his last words, Don't give up the ship. Thus, throughout our history men have died and will continue to give their lives defending the true spirit of our Hag and our nation. This sym- bol of democracy is the banner that protects and guides every American citizen on his path of freedom and liberty. American history and American achievement of the past show that there is no emergency so great, no obstacles so tremendous that they cannot be overcome by Americans who have in their souls the God-given spirit of American independence. Such a consciousness has made pos- sible for Americans to perform great deeds in the past and offers them hope and courage for the future. English 217 JOAN FAIST, '53 Ring. That was the bell for the beginning of sixth period. As Mari- lyn whizzed through the door at the last possible moment, she remem- bered all too clearly what the assign- ment given the previous day had been. As she settled down in her seat in 217, the English room, her mind was a mixed-up jumble of thoughts, ideas, and answers. Today was the day to write the short story, which, by the way, was a large part of her report card mark. Marilyn sat very still thinking what to write about, for she had de- cided to make a try at it anyway. Twenty minutes passed, and the pa- per had so little writing on it that it was almost heartbreaking. Miss Ames walked down the aisle slowly, glancing at the pupils' papers to see how they were progressing. When she came to Marilyn, she stopped short, with a look of sheer astonishment upon her face. Mari- lyn's face turned white, then red, for she really didn't have any legal ex- cuse for the practically bare paper. Then the inevitable happened. Miss Ames straightened, and with a sigh looked at Marilyn and asked, Well, what happened, Marilyn? You know you're one of my best pupils, but af- ter this I have had my belief rather shaken. Marilyn slowly looked up, her mind searching furiously for an ex- cuse. Well, Mother was sick last night, Miss Ames, and as Father was away on business at the time 1 was elected to look after her. I just didn't have the time to do any study- ing, but I am willing to make it all up. To Marilyn's surprise and as- tonishment, Miss Ames gently smiledg with a look of complete un- derstanding and trust in her deep, blue eyes. Very well, Marilyn, come back at 2.:20, and we'll see about it. Then she smiled briefly and continued down the aisle. Marilyn congratulated herself. Miss Ames would never know Mother was not sick, and anyway, she really didn't feel too well, she had even said so herself. And Father really was away on business. That afternoon, Marilyn told Miss Ames she wouldn't be able to stay at 2.:20, so arrangements were made for the following day. That afternoon though, when Marilyn was walking home, she didn't feel like walking with the other girls. She wanted to be alone, although she really couldn't say why. She knew that instant, for no reason at all, that -because she had lied to Miss Ames, her conscience would never leave her alone. That night in the inky darkness of her bedroom, she saw Miss Ames' face loom up before her. She tossed and turned and rubbed her eyes, but she could not erase the picture in her mind. E T ' ' 32 THE RED AND WHITE The next day when she arrived at school, she went directly to Miss Ames. Miss Ames, I lied to you yesterday. Her voice was falsetto- like in tone, and she stood very straight. Almost like a tall, straight tree bucking and then swaying with the wind. Well, I guess I stretched the truth anyway. Miss Ames smiled at her. Mari- lyn, I knew yesterday that you weren't telling the truth. But I wanted you to admit that you lied to me yourself. You see, we're not here to condemn you for your mistakes. We're here to help you overcome them. You've taken a big step to- ward growing up, Marilyn, and you should be proud of yourself, because you have overcome your weakness. SHORT STORY Miss Kelley, troubled by the unwill- ingness of boys in her class to take any interest in composition, at- tempted to arouse them by asking for a description of a baseball game. It was a fortunate idea, for most of the boys were eager to tell what they knew about the sport. Only one lanky fellow disappointed Miss Kelley's hopes. Richard Hodgdon chewed on his pencil for only a few moments be- fore he scratched a few words and turned in his paper. On the paper was this: Rain, No Game. Famous Last Words: Well, if he won't dim his, I won't dim mine. The stepping stones of the future are the stumbling blocks of the past. That is all for now, Marilyn. You may goiii Miss Ames smiled familiarly, and Marilyn didn't see her for a moment because of the tears of gratefulness in her eyes. She turned and walked proudly, yet humbly, out of 217. She put on her coat in the girls' room, and later, as she walked out of school she saw a group of girls ahead of her. Hi, she yelled cheerfully, where are you going? Then she caught up with them, and gaily, light- ly, swung on down the street, the echo of their laughter fading off into the distance. ' 1 I JJ MISSING SYLLABLE A Washington cop left a prowl car in the police department garage with this note: The syreen on car num- ber 15 isn't working. It will 'sigh,' but it won't 'reen'. She: I can't decide whether to go to a palmist or a mindreaderf' He: Go to a palmist. You have a palm. HAD ENOUGH Bunky Clark: If you're tired of dancing, let's sit down, and have a little tete-a-tete. Nola: No, thank you. After such a big supper I really couldn't eat a thing. .ve Z D, v' - 'ff ' I x 1313.-A s O09 -1 ,N H , GPIQG 4! -' 5 L I. Q A KNIGHT our ' ,2- M 1 X MLN? HUNTER me GAME . , Q IQ AI' '97 fi W ' .s' f I IM E' I o Og I L K ,ff Ycafvwv' Scrapbook Exchange Pupils in Civics classes, Periods 1 and 2, last spring participated in an exchange of scrapbooks with the Sir Joseph Williamson's Mathematical School of Rochester, England. Miss Small made arrangements for the exchange and pupils in both schools seemed to enjoy learning more about each other. Each scrapbook included sections on government, recreation, the school and class itself, industries and agri- culture, transportation, and historic- al background. Pictures, cartoons, pamphlets all made the work more colorful. Our scrapbook was ex- hibited at the Kiwanis Trade Fair and was to be shown in England at the British Exhibition in Rochester. The British scrapbook was most in- teresting especially in its material dealing with World War II experi- ences in Rochester, England. Radio Club The Spaulding High Radio Club was organized for the purpose of having a ham radio station at Spauld- ing with students as the licensed op- erators. These students are required to learn theory of radio as well as operating procedure. Members of the club are Fred Perkins, Florian Forcier, Bruce King, Alan N ovins, Conrad Chick, and Richard Nadeau. Fred Perkins holds a class B license and Florian Forcier a novice license. f If if Plans for construction of a broad- cast transmitter are well under way after which there Will be regular broadcasting periods. Call letters have been sent for which, when received, will list Spaulding High School as one of the New England Ham Stations. New members are invited to join the club providing a genuine interest in radio is shown. Donald V. McDuffee, B.S.E., Fitch- burg Teachers' College, Dartmouth College, Fitchburg Summer School, Radio Club. -ii.i,i. Photography Club Members-Gene Wentworth, Don- ald Cossette, Donald Hammer, Fred Timms, Alan King, Beverly Clough, Herbert Whitehouse. Adviser-Mr. Paul R. Doe. The first project of the Photogra- phy Club has been to collect and mount pictures of school activities for the first issue of the Red and White magazine. The club is in great need of equip- ment to carry on its activities. It is hoped that interested individuals in Rochester who have once had a hobby of photography will see fit to donate some of their equipment for the use of the club. Especially needed are an enlarger, printing frame, safelite, developing trays, and ferrotype tins. Other clubs or classes are urged to make use of Photography Club members when they wish to take pic- tures of their activities. THE RED AND WHITE 35 National Thespian Dramatic Honor Society P Members of the Troop No. 823 of the National Thespian Dramatic Honor Society met last June follow- ing the annual dinner at Fernald- Hackett's and elected officers for the coming year. Stephanie Splaine is president, Kendrick Doe is vice- presidentg Jeanne Anne Barcomb is the secretaryg and Ruth Dennis is treasurer. Announcement was made of the Best Thespians for 19-50-Beverly Campbell and Elinor Arlin. Beverly Campbell and Kendrick Doe received stars as they rate as two-star Thes- pians, having made over thirty points. Stephanie Splaine and Pris- cilla Flagg are star Thespians with twenty credits, cumulative over sev- eral years' work. New members initiated include Ruth Dennis, Jeanne Barcomb, Mary Learson, Betty Roy, Patricia Hamel, Carolyn Smith, Roger Morin, Bar- bara Gould, ' David Faist, Donald Hammer, John Greenfield, and Rod- ney Dunlap. Masque ana' Dagger This dramatic society has an active membership of 75. Pupils are work- ing on various aspects of stage-craft such as make-up, prompting, proper- ties, lighting, sound effects, and act- ing. Plans have been ,made for a three-act play, We .Shook the Fam- ily Tree, to be 'presented on Novem- ber 16 and another play in March. Probably this latter selection will be Our Miss Brooks. A one-act play will be entered in the New Hampshire Drama Festival which is to be held at the University of New Hampshire in April. Officers include David Faist as presidentg Janet Beaudoin as vice- president, Sally Stevens as secretary, John Frye as treasurer. Sophomore Tri-H i -Y ' The sophomore Tri-Hi-Y, a Y. W. C. A. Club for freshman and sopho- more girls, has forty-one members. The ofiicers are: president, Betty Richardg vice-president, Marceline Mireaultg secretary, Mary Luntg cor- responding secretary, Marcia Camp- bellg treasurer, Carmen Lambertg and chaplain, Nancy Tuttle. Meetings are held every Thursday night in the Music Room. Each month there are: two service meetings, one edu- cational and one recreational meet- ing, which may be a party, a covered dish supper, or just an evening of singing and games. At the service meeting this year, we made favors for the Gafney Home and also planned to give Thanksgiv- ing baskets and dress two children of needy families for Christmas. At our educational meeting in November Jeanne Anne Barcomb and Jacque- line Richard spoke about their trip to the National Tri-Hi-Y and Hi-Y Congress in Cleveland, Ohio. Our main project again this year is Teen Town, where boys and girls gather for a social hour to enjoy dancing and playing games. It will open soon, and will be held Wednes- day and Saturday evenings. M rs. Virginia Hawkensen Mrs. Hawkensen was born in Iowa City, Iowa. She has lived in Iowa, New York City, Yonkers, New York, and Laconia, New Hampshire. When she was eight years of age she lived in England for a year. She attended Roosevelt High School at Yonkers, New York, the University of New Hampshire where she received a B.A. in English, and Columbia Teacher's College where she received an M.A. in Speech, and New York University School of Edu- cation where she did additional study in Speech. Mrs. Hawkensen was a practice 36 THE RED AND WHITE teacher at Bryant High School, Queens, New York. She taught nur- sery school at Yonkers, New York, and English for Foreigners, an Adult Education Course. At Rye Public Schools in Rye, New York, she taught Speech Arts, Speech Correc- tion, and dramatics. She spent four years at the Uni- versity of New Hampshire and two summers in New Hampshire. Her hobbies include dress design- ing. Her interests center around mu- sic, swimming, and badminton. She has traveled in England, France, United States, and Canada. Mrs. N orine E. Spelman Mrs. Spelman earned her Bachelor of Music degree at Boston Univer- sity in 1946. She took extension courses at the Massachusetts School of Art. She experienced voice study and coaching in New York with the English Duo and Fritz Lehmann since 1944. She was a member of Berkshire Music Center and a stu- dent at Tanglewood Opera. depart- ment under Boris Goldovsky. She has done public recital work and criti- cized music for the Boston Globe. Arthur H. Cutter Mr. Cutter was graduated from the University of New Hampshire in 1936 with a B.S. degree in Forestry. From then until 1938, he was a sales- man for F. A. Bartlett Tree Expert Company. In October, 1938, follow- ing the hurricane, he went to work for the United States Forest Service as a supervisor in timber salvage and fire hazard reduction. During this time he taught iire fighting, mapping, and radio to forestry crews. In 1942 he went into the army as a supply sergeant. He also taught map read- ing, camouflage, and first aid. He was discharged in 1946 and went back into forestry. In 1947 he started teaching vocational agriculture at Kennett High School in Conway, re- maining there until this fall when he came to Spaulding. Edward L. Tucker Mr. Tucker attended the Univer- sity of New Hampshire where he re- ceived his B.S. degree. He spent one year at Keene Teachers College as a special student. At Cornell University he earned his M.S. He is trained in Educational and Vocation- al Guidance. He has taken extension courses at Harvard, Boston Univer- sity, and the University of New Hampshire. He was a teaching principal at Bradford, New Hampshire, for three years. He spent one year at Ports- mouth Junior High, one year at Claremont Junior High and one and a half years at Rundlett Junior High in Concord. Now he is at Spaulding. His hobbies include swimming, tennis, and reading. Miss Dorothy Flint Miss Flint was born in Boston, Massachusetts, and moved to Plym- outh, New Hampshire, at the age of eight. She was graduated from Plymouth High School and Plymouth Teacher's College. She received a B.S. degree in Education from Boston University. She taught in Hillsboro, New Hampshire, and then back at Plym- outh High School, where she taught algebra, Latin, and history. In 1945 she went to New York state, teaching mathematics and Latin in Kerkonk- son, New York, for four years. Then she spent two years of mathematics in Canajoharie, New York. She earned her M.A. from Wayne Uni- versity in 1948, with a major in his- tory. She has enrolled in summer mathematics courses at the Univer- sity of Detroit. She is now teaching algebra, geometry, consumer math, and United States history at Spauld- ing. Miss Flint is Past Mother Adviser of Plymouth Assembly, Rainbow for Girls. She was active on the Girl Scout Council in Kerkonkson and al- so school librarian. g THE RED AND WHITE 37 PGETRY QContinued from Page 241 OUR BOYS JEANNE HAMILTON, '52 A fear is very near, As go the men we send, To that faraway Korea A broken world to mend. They know they must fight When the enemy is near, To preserve our many rights, S0 skies will all be clear. We send them welcome letters, Filled with our deepest love And we send our simple prayers, To wing to heaven above. We bravely await the day, When all will have returned Homeward we pray, to stay In the peace that they have earned. AN ARTIST'S DREAM MARTHA LEE FAIST, '53 To capture the magic of a waterfall, His brush weaving, inspiring scenes To paint the statuesque trees so tall, This is an artist's dream. To reveal to the world, God's beautiful land, Of beauty, to bewitch and inspire, He has only to stretch out his hand, And portray to his heart's desires. To show tragedies, or a death-like hushg A bitter today, a brighter tomorrow, By the merest touch of an artist's brush, He can bring happiness or eternal sorrow. AUTUMN DAVID FAIST, '52 Rosy-orange maple leaves are sifting swift round A moment in the cold wind. Then upon the ground. They lie like a carpet, spread there for a queen. Don't you like the red leaves better than the green? Purple mists are clinging idly to the hills. Fadedugoldenrod is seen iioating on the ri s. Far from dusty thickets where it gayly grew. Don't you like the gold days better than the blue? FAREWELL TO MY GARDEN CYNTHIA LUNT, '52 Soft summer days are over, And from the distant hill, A winter breeze is stirring, Foreboding autumn's chill. Joy reigned in my garden Through lovely summer days, With all the lonesome blossoms Caressed by sunny rays. Twilight joy turns to sadness, As still the iiowers wait To feel the cruel fingers So soon to seal their fate. Now autumn's sun in glory Finds each blossom gone My garden bare and blackened Of all its beauty shorn. But all its joy was given In gay and vivid ways To live in brightest memory Through winter's somber days. And though their blossoms perish Down deep in Mother Earth Their roots will live to bloom again When springtime brings rebirth. PEACE BEVERLY CLOUGH, '54 The wide spaciousness of the prairies un- der the skyg The cool green forest so peaceful and quiet The rolling stretch of sea, The mountains reaching toward the sky. This is peace! Why is it that people do not learn of the simple beauty of peace? To walk along the countryside, To discover the brooks, the woods, the fields, To look for the leaves and buds of flowers of spring. You climb a hill and deep in the woods you fi d n Amid the lilacs and vines grown wild, A bed of violets, white and fragrant, faintly Showing where a cottage had been. You are on the mighty hills of God, amid the beauty of peace. 'Twas a forbidden path that you had trod. The grass was wet with early mountain dew. In the peaceful quiet of the evening a thrush sang clear. You had found peace! 38 THE RED AND WHITE SIGNS OF FALL HALLOWEEN BETTY RICHARDSON, '53 KENNETH OSBORNE I saw One dark night, a golden beech Against an azure skyg A roll of lush green meadow, And a lofty mountain high. And Pm talking sober Of the cold dreary month Of old October, I sat up 'til twelve, On the thirty-first, Qc PRINTERS lil P-4 P-1 U1 U1 l m sv Ur1v4UdKiw+4U:12 ' weave nfecfti Q go'4o1f:o'4t4 2 : rec. :greg l Cwgftsftg O -+5535 Q' Sw 0 ' 'See-egg? S Kat? 'felis ! ggrl-59355-Ig :ggi-A Egg? ! sfbgeiezss H4 Scion Q5-1' 4 t Bggwmmgg O mS.g 5 C ,452 :girl m 3,5233 coz: sv I Q dna wmfciiz C, vqmon. 0,351 ' fp mn- rv-99:4 ng 5905! D' om. rn ! :FVfi29+.2'4l-f fb flfev Eggm is im,-a v-ID-'QA H5 CD mo g ! 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Good bank management, sound bank super- vision, and the security of deposit insurance work together to safeguard your deposits. ,1i.. l ROCHESTER TRUST COMPANY Roc:-IESTER, N. H. Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation First National Bank ot Rochester ROCHESTER, N. H. All Types of Commercial Banking Commercial Loans-Automobile Loans-Collateral Loans Lite lnsurance Policy Loans Checking Accounts Domestic and Foreign Exchange Member Federal Reserve System - Federal Deposit lnsurance Corporation Mention the Red and White and get more consideration. T H E R E D A N D W H I T E-Advertisements I PHILLIPS' GARAGE 5 ! I I 2 I - TIRES BATTERIES ACCESSORIES I I f f I I I I I nil:ion Parks of All Kinds I I .9 Q ! I 5 Telephone Rochester, 335 5 S . 109-111 So. Main St., Rochester, N. H. 1 -...-,....-.- I -..-.-, .,-., ,.....,-.-...... . Compliments of Q INTERSTATE SCENIC 1 STATE THEATRES I Compliments of I IOHN RIGAZIO Compliments of I. I. HouIzICAN, M.D. CROSSLEY ELECTRIC Co. FIXTURES AND TABLE LAMPS I GERALD E TOWLE INC NORCE APPLIANCES I ' ' ' 91 So. Main St. Tel. 590-W I J oLDsMoBILE-CADILLAC I . - T I. 1010 ROCHESTER MOTOR SALES, INC. e i 120 So. Main St. Rochester 38-40 Hanson St. Tel. 307 Mention the Red and White and get more consideration. T H E RE D A N D W H I T E-Advertisements Oznieni it14vi1114114:iini:v1o1014r1u:n2u:u1 1rimrimadmin:oiuioiozoiui 3 iw Q . ll - ll ' l l A H FARMER MOTOR S LES Q U I i l U 7 I 3 Jbr Economicai 'Dansporlation 2 SALES I S l l SERVICE fm EV.Rr0.LET,.f M I . :,.-....-. Q Q Q ll Q ll U S .E U U 90 So. Main Street Tel. 777 Rochester, N. H. U U l H H S 7 ll A R L E N , S U Compliments of SPORTSWEAR - COATS DRESSES 1 CHlLDREN'S WEAR K Sa f3Li3iE'.El2QTit2513.2ti50niB CHRYSLER - PLYMOUTH Where You Shop With Confidence I So. Main St., Rochester, N. H Compliments of PEoPLE's MARKET 5 l Compliments of HUNT'S IENNEY STATION DIAMONDS, WATCHES, SILVERWARE i H and JEWELRY A C. L. WOODMAN i5 So. Main St. Rochester, N. 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Books, Stationery, School Supplies THE CURRIER WATCHMAKERS For Precision in Service RAY CURRIER, P . 5 Hanson St. Rochester, N. H. Tel, 286-W glihester, N- H. Compliments of E N ALEF PRESCRIPTION PHARMACY L 0 C LIVE POULTRY Paul S. Smith, Reg. Pharm., Prop. m Phone 78 Rochester, N. H. Tel- 254' Bamngton' N' H' Mention tbe Red and Wht'te and et g more consideration. T H E R E D A N D W H I T E-Advertisements 111011:icif1is114nic1011102:111isniisifricuiniiauiqxiariiuiryiirit Compliments of Peopie's Cooperai ve Bank of ROCHESTER, NEW HAMPSHIRE Borrow and Save the Co-operative Way For the Finest in Sportswear. .. For the Finest in Footwear... SPAULDINC- i-IIC-I-I STUDENTS go to QLJALITY SINCE 1854 9 1 I fr I . FEINEMAN BROS. ' ROCHESTER. N.H. :..:.,:.::.,:,......:.,:..i.i2..:.,:1.:.,:..:..:..:..:..:1,:.,:..-..-.,:. Mention the Red and White and get more consideration. 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Complete line of LANE CEDAR CHESTS Rochester New Hampshire Compliments MARY LOU SHOP 4 Union Street Ladies' Wearing Apparel Odorless Cleaning Call and Delivery NU-TONE CLEANERS Personalized Service F. NIBLETT, Prop. 223 Portland St. Tel. 5I8 Rochester THE POWDER PUFF SALON Modern Hair Styling ANNETTE TURCOTTE Phone l48 Rochester, N. H. Compliments of H. E. FOWLER Cr SONS Pasteurized and Raw MILK AND CREAM . Tel. 859-ll Rochester, N. H. Compliments of LUNT'S Radio Electric Shop EXPERT T-V SERVICE 4 Pleasant Street Tel. 356-l East Rochester For Better Values ' in Family Footwear ENDICOTT IOHNSON SHOE STORE Mention the Red and White and get more consideration. n1u1o1.w1u1n1 11101 1:1 4114101 n 1 411411111u1o1o1u1o1u1ncpo:,u1o1 THE RED AND WHITE-Advertisements H. M. GOCDWIN 6' SON LEWIS H. GOODWIN, Prop. T Telephone 921 -W 7 SECOND STREET - ROCHESTER, N, H. A ' ,:,. . 5 ,,,, . . e e 1 S Sand - Loam - Gravel - Waste Disposal FURNITURE AND PIANO MOVING Storage and Grating - Rigging and General Trucking 'Hliriii'iHB5i?iiXf'5Eii23'2iiQ'i5Fiiii'1iSilC1E' Lynn Hospital School of Nursing, fully approved by the Massachusetts State Department of Nurse Registration and also accredited by the New York State Nursing School Approving Authority, offers a three-year course leading to a diploma and State registration. This course is offered to young women qualified academically and from the standpoint of aptitude for the profession of nursing. The Hospital, which is approved by the American College of Surgeons, the American Hospital Association, and is also approved by the American Medical Association for the training of Residents and Interns, offers outstanding clinical experience for student nurses. Excellent recreational, social, health and instructional pro- grams are under the direction of Well-qualified faculty. A minimum of 16 units of high school work are necessary for admission, and 81,Q of these units must be in the required academic area. Class enters in September. For further information please contact the Director of the School of Nursing, Lynn Hospital, 212 Boston Street, Lynn, Massachusetts. Telephone LYnn 3-2100. Mention the Red and White and get more consideration. 0101011x:u1o1ix1u1o1i'1u14x1o1u1o1o1ocxr:i110101:+1n1o1u1 1 1 THE RED AND WHITE-Advertisements Compliments of Compliments ot ROSS' SHOE STORE . A FRIEND +6 No, Main St.. Rochester, N. H BOSTONIANS-ENNA IETTICK ROLLINS BOOT SHOP WILLIS ROLLINS, Prop. North Main Street Tel. Rochester 2 STUDLEY BOX Cr LUMBER CO. 82 9 D. C. CROCERIES 89 No. Main Street Rochester, N. H. Excavating and Grading Compliments ot A FRIEND Tel. Rochester 858-Zl A. Cv. THE F. I. 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