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

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THE' RED A ND WHITE 15 NASHUA vs. SPAULDING Spaulding opened its '54 baseball season with a 5-1 setback at the hands of the Nashua Panthers. Lefty Armand Laverter issued 10 bases on balls but scattered only 3 hits, as his mates capitalized on Spaulding errors. Although Bob Van- asse was touched for 10 hits, he is- sued only 4 walks and struck out 12. But for untimely mental lapses, bat- tery errors and fielding miscues he might have ended better. In the first inning Roger Simpson and Charlie Jepson singled and Theo- dore Lambert walked to load the bases. Simpson scored when Van- asse's pitch got away from catcher Smith. In the second inning Landry singled to left, took second on Per- kins' error, took third on Brooks' error, and scored when Vanasse com- mitted a balk. Spaulding's lone tal- ly scored in the fifth when Bob Brooks doubled to right with one out. Cossette and Gilbert walked and John Ranagan singled scoring -- f-- wr-nl Brooks. Perkins fanned Ito end the rally. Bowling League The bowling league met every Wed- nesday afternoon under the direction of Fred Merrill for both junior and senior high school pupils. The champions for the junior high were Ann Seavey, Alan Weinstein, Phyl- lis Ginty, Robert Hall, and Roger Trembly, with Charles Fournier making high singles with a score of 118. The champs for the senior high were Lawrence Edgerly, John Mead- er, Thomas Foster, Ludger Jacques, Norman Mallett, and Bruce Smith. Gloria Witham made high singles with a score of 113. Trophies were presented through the courtesy of Norbert Therrien of the bowling alleys.

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.1 o , o -' 21817. 1 O 'P V 3' 'Alfie G vc' SWEET, PURE VOICE HENRY COLE, '54 The voice spoke softly in my ear, And I looked upon the distance Seeing trees with cold white cloaks. The wind came in little blasts- Cold breaths of sweetness and pureness: Trickles of pure, sweet, loving words From out of the jaws of ice-crowned hills My eyes fell across an unmarred snowy field, With black stones in a twisting wall Wearing white, lace-like caps Looking like familiar faces in the crowd. In among the trees beyond the Wall A powdery ghost appeared and grew Then died, spreading and shifting And finally, settling and siftingg While upon my ear fell a moan The cold and tender moan of the wind The last softly spoken words of sweetness, pureness- And I was both cold and warm at once. CONCERNING EARTHLY LIFE HENRY COLE, '54 One to make and one to livcg One to give and one to shareg One to build and one to loseg One life is all I'll ever bear. SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS PAULA DALLAIRE, '54 HIGH In the halls of' dear old Spaulding High We said our last good-byeg My love and I were walking, Our hearts were filled with care. It was the parting hour we knew, And each one promised to be trueg Once long ago we two had metg That magic hour we'll ne'er forget. Both joys and sorrows have been ours, With many thorns among the flowers! Will the life into which we now depart, Hold us together or break each heart, THE BEGGAR SYLVIA COHEN, The night was cold with ice and snow As he trudged through the quiet town, Looking for a sheltered place To lay his tired head down. He had but two pence in his coat His shoes were worn and thin, llis two pence couldn't buy his lodging For one night in an inn. Walking, he thought of the food he'd buy With his money on the morrow When he spied a little ragged child All bent with grief and sorrow. He said, My child, don't look so sad 'Tis not good to despairg Remember as you go through life Skies can't always be fair. If it wasn't for the rain, my child, How would the flowers bloom? And life's too short to while away In misery and gloom. Then reaching deep inside his coat He drew the two pence out, And gave it to the hungry lad Without mistrust or doubt. Then whistling to himself a tune He trudged on through the town, Warmcd by the thought of helpfulness Happier than a king with a crown. A WILD WOMAN BEVERLY JOHNSON, '54 I was walking along a dark, wei1'd streetg When, from out of nowhere, a witch I did meet. Wrapped was she in her long, black capeg Glared she at me like a fierce, wild ape. Clawed she at me as with a chuckle and screamg I saw horror and death from her dark eyes gleam! Leapt. she at me through the thick, foggy airg But she faded awayg it was a nightmare.