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

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THE RED AND WHITE 9 Brown with a one-track mind thinks only of her friend Mildred calling. She hurries to the telephone with her bathro-be on, hair in curlers, and mud pack on her face. Hello! she said. Then came the tragic moment-she remembered that yesterday the telephone company in- stalled their new television telephone, and there on the line is the mayor of Sunnyvale. Yes, His Honor, the May- or, is right there before her on the little television screen. Thoughts ran quickly through Mrs. Brown's mind. Should she hang up? Should she talk as if she were dressed properly? Or what should she do? She decided to hang up, for if she didn't she knew her self-respect and pride would be hurt. If the mayor wanted anything special, he would surely call back. After putting the receiver down, she only hoped the mayor hadn't rec- ognized her with the mud pack on her face. The safest thing to do she de- cided was to go dress in case the may- or called back. The next time the telephone rang it was her friend, Mildred-. They talked for an hour or so and agreed nothing could be finer than to be able to see each other as they gossiped. Mrs. Brown's next move was to call one friend after another, especially the ones she hadn't seen lately. She knew it was silly, but she was like a child with a new toy. Soon Mr. Brown and the children came home for lunch. Lunch? Was lunch ready? No, it wasn't, for Mrs. John Brown had been too busy calling to get lunch. Sandwiches were easy to make, so the family had sandwiches for lunch. While Mrs. Brown was washing the dishes, her youngest son, Jimmie, was busy with the new telephone. He had the telephone book and was call- ing up everybody just to see what they looked like. He was already fCo'ntimLecZ on Page 151 2? M y Make-Belz'eue Life CORINNE BOUDREAU, '52 If I were able to turn back the hands of time to make-believe life, I would like to be a poet of nature. You ask me why? To me there is nothing so beautiful and serene as the makings of God around us. I would put on paper the messages of nature, with the frosted windowpanes and glistening snow of winter, and the breaking of ice and fragrant air of spring. Of the ripple of water and glorious sunshine of the summer, and the golden splendor of fall. But alas! It is beyond my reach to grasp the words that will describe our picturesque surroundings. I would take my book and pencil and wander on a sunny day up the side of a mountain or into a green pasture. Here amid the vigorous green grass and coolness of the tall timber I would put on paper for the world to read the messages of nature. I would describe the valleys hollowed

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8 THE RED AND WHITE Songs have been written about everything imaginable from birth to death, love to hate, tiny people to gi- gantic nations, trickling brooks to mighty oceans. There lies the ma- terial, why don't you say it with mu- sic '? Television Telephones Q BETTY-LOU BICKFORD, '52 Barbara-Barbara, you're wanted on the phone. ' 6'Who is it? I think he is Peter Murphey. I have never seen him this close be- fore. What, you say, she gets a phone call but you see him! Well, this seems to be the place to explain that this is the year 1982 and we have a television telephone. I wonder what it was like back in the Holden days when they had phones that you could only hear the other person, and not see them. It must have been awful having to guess who it was and to tell your name everytime you called someone. Take us today in comparison when we pick up the receiver and see the person calling. If we don't Want to talk to them we don't have to push the contact button on the receiver, but merely replace it on the set. When we want to talk our picture goes on their screen and we hold our conversation. There are a few disadvantages, however. My sister, for instance, had a call today while she was in her pin curls and pajamas. She simply had to make her best appearance so her first move was to run upstairs and put on her good clothes and HX her hair. When Mother was a little girl, can you imagine, she had only one tele-- vision viewing set. She says the whole family gathered around it in the evening to watch the programs in black and white. We have one main set now but there are screens in - 'X pea 4-1 T -i Q nba ag We. every room so we all do our work but still watch the programs. She also said that everybody didn't have them then either but went to something called movies for entertainment. It must have been very tiresome and dull just sitting and watching one big screen for two hours. Now we have color television sets in our cars and television telephones, too. I am just very thankful that I didn't live when my mother did and have to put up with all the hardships an-d inconveniences that she had to endure, ,L.l1...1- When Television Telephones Are In Use PATRICIA BICKFORD, '52 I would like to introduce you to Mrs. John Brown. She is an average and typical housewife, who has an average husband, namely ' John Brown, and three average children. It is about nine o'clock and Mrs. John Brown has just managed to get her family oi to work and school. Now the telephone rings. Mrs.

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10 A THE RED AND WHITE into the mountains with long winding rivers flowing carelessly downward. The little objects in the distant which look like boxes placed side by side in even rows. And the tall smokestacks silhouetted against the clear blue sky, billowing forth a grey cloud of smoke, and far on the right the tiny objects grazing on the treacherous slopes and plateaus. Leaning back, I would relax and describe my immediate surroundings. The ripple of the green grass as a little breeze passed by and the nod- ding of the buds yet to blossom. The stature of the pines as their gigantic shadows laid a -darkened path in the morning sun. And last of all the noises around us, the chirping of crickets and the snapping of twigs occasionally as a squirrel scampered from tree to tree. Should it be a rainy day, I would sit by the window and describe the people scurrying to and fro to seek shelter from the downpour. And the raindrops as they fell noisily against my windowpane. And yes, as the sky cleared the magnificent beauty of the rainbow, the promise of a glorious morrow. Oft I have walked through the woods with my dogs and spent many hours looking at the majesty of scen- ery that God has provided for man- kind. Ah, but to put all this into verse is my make-believe desire. HFoUou2AJeF' JOAN PARENT, '54 The dirty Roman streets all lead to the forum. At the time, day had not yet dawned on the fabulous city. A lone man was walking rapidly to the place that would soon be crawling with crowds of people listening to the daily gossip. It was apparently a masterpiece. The gallery was already getting dark. I wanted to remain and ponder on his future life, also question the troubled look on his face. I knew I must fol- low him into his lonely world. He did not stop at the forum but crossed to another part of the city. In the catacombs below, people were gathered around the tomb of one of their dead martyrs, Upon the man's entrance, the crowd rose to their feet excitedly but made little noise. People of Rome, he said, I bring news that will greatly trouble you, but have courage for there is a chance that all may be saved! Greek rulers have offered us transport to their land if we, in return, promise to work for them after we are there. We will be free to practice our religion and they assure us no poverty. It will be taking a great chance, but to re- main here is certain death. The Ro- man soldiers have come to evacuate the place this very day. Leave quietly and go to the river while you still have your lives. When all had left, Publius fell upon his knees and cried. He wondered if he had done right in promising to the consul the capture of her friends for the release of the girl he loved! Why must there be such a feud between the nobles and Christians? After regaining control of himself he watched, from the top of a villa, the scene taking place near the river. The soldiers had done their duty well, while the Christians had desperately given up. The next night he awaited the ar- rival of the officers who would bring Fulvia. When they had gone, he stood for a long time facing her while neither moved nor spoke. Once she had trusted him, now no more, per- haps she even hated him! He shrugged at the thought. Anxiously, he found himself saying, Don't say anything, Fulvia, we can go away to- gether and start all over again. I have much money, we will be very hanpyf' , You speak of happiness, Publius.