St Johnsbury Academy - Lamp Yearbook (St Johnsbury, VT)

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10 THE ACADEMY STUDENT CLASS PROPHECY Good afternoon, folks. This is station STJA broadcasting from St. Johnsbury Academy in St. Johnsbury, Vermont. There’s a hot time in the old town tonight. Celebrities everywhere. The class of 1037 is having its twentieth reunion. There goes Walt Bradley, Olympic winner of the mile, and there’s Eleanor Friend twice winner of the tennis title. What's the huddle over in the corner? It must be politics, for 1 can see Lindol French, Justice of the new Supreme Court, and Vic Schneider, Editor of the New York “Herald Tribune”. There seems to be an argument. No wonder. The two candidates for President, Gene Rosselot, Republican, and Ralph Mollica. Democrat, are at it again. We’re getting a close up of a real presidential campaign. Oh! Rosselot’s wife and campaign manager, the former Marguerite Relation, has apparently settled the question. Mollica is silenced but not con vinced. Into the limelight now steps Portia Morrison, escorted by Lawrence Lapanne. As you know they're both successful radio announcers. Perhaps it means romance. Close behind them is Isabel Mutchler surrounded bv man) of her admirers. Where’s your famous Canadian Dog Team, Isabel? Hello, there! If it isn’t Eldon Wheelock, winner of the Baldwin prize for proven ability to talk the fastest of any living person! Eldon and his lawyer Edmund Graves, are inseparable these days. It is rumored that Mrs. Wheelock, the former Helen Whitehill, is suing Eldon on charges of mental cruelty; he talks in his sleep. That’s the price one must pay for success. Just a minute, folks, there’s a crowd gathered around one of our celebrities. I can’t make out who it is. Oh, yes. Lilia Safford, the popular author of that record-breaking novel “Fuller vs. Stetson”. I hear there’s to be a battle of music tonite at the new armory designed by Edith Howard. The belligerents arc Francis Blair and his Shoe Shine Boys, featuring Charles Bacon, red hot saxophone player, and Frances Brickett with her all-girl band, starring Muriel Lindsley, blues singer. Speaking of music. John Noyes and Elizabeth Richmond just came in. John is Elizabeth’s pianist at the Metropolitan Opera House, where Elizabeth is making her debut as Marguerite in “Faust”. I’ve heard that Fay Stiles gave up opera to study modern art with Dwight Wells as her tutor. We regret that Paul Bennett and Anna McGuire cannot be with us, but they are madly racing across Canada on bicycles. There’s twenty grand for the winner. Two of our classmates are way up in the air. Milton Knapp as a stunt flier and Irene LeBlanc as an air hostess. Quite a crowd just boomed in. Among them we recognize Ken Murphy, the winner of the Davis tennis cup for the last five years; Marjorie Penniman, physical instructor in Mary Stetson’s girls’ dormitory; Vera Ralston, who runs a dog shop up in East Corinth ; Angela Pierce, who has just won a beauty contest as “Miss Brockton”; Catherine Simpson, the soda jerker at the government store; Howard Warren, the famous horse doctor now residing in Lincoln, Mass.; Lindol Wilkie, the bicycle salesman for Sears Roebuck; and the toast of the town is Lilia Peake as a sweet, contented wife and mother.

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THE ACADEMY STUDENT 9 them by bis example how to make the most of life. The Samoans called him “Tusitala”, “The teller of tales’’. When he died, they sadly carried his body to Mt. Vaea cutting a road through the thick jungle as they went. They named this “The Road of the Loving Heart.’’ At the end of this path he lies today, and as an epitaph is one of his brave verses: “Under the wide and starry sky. Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live, and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: ‘Here he lies where he longed to be, Home is the sailor, home from the sea. And the hunter home from the hill’ ”. Stevenson’s philosophy of life is wholly summed up in this quotation from one of his essays, Aes Triplex: “Whether we regard life as a lane leading to a dead wall — a mere bag’s end, as the French say — or whether we think of it as a vestibule or gymnasium, where we wait our turn and prepare our faculties for some more noble destiny; whether we thunder in a pulpit, or pule in little atheistic poetry-books about its vanity and brevity; whether we look justly for years of health and vigour, or are about to mount into a bathchair as a step towards the hearse; in each and all of these views and situations there is but one conclusion possible: that a man should stop his ears against paralyzing terror, and run the race that is set before him with a single mind.” Such examples as these of success in the face of handicaps, of joy m spite of inward sorrow enlighten our outlook into the future. hether our gift is for writing immortal verse or whether our talents are for the humblest service, we can live useful lives; can be a source of joy to others and can be worthy of pride in ourselves. We can even “write in the dark. John S. Noyes May 19, 1937 CLASS SONG St. f. A., we leave behind us Four short years with you. Memories will fondly linger Now that they are through; Praises to our Alma Mater Let us ever bring, To the school that we have loved We all shall sing. Who can tell what lies before us? Time alone will show Whether on to fame or fortune We, now Seniors, go; But where e’er our paths may lead us Let us ever pay Tribute to our happy days At St. J. A. Tune: On, Wisconsin Words—Elizabeth Richmond

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THE ACADEMY STUDENT 11 Now folks, I have a real treat for you. Here is that popular contortionist Alice Thompson. 1 see that she still chews gum. Just a minute, folks. Yes, it is she — Marion Smith, who will he Secretary of War if Republican candidate Rosselot wins the election. And there is Martha Stearns wearing a beautiful tailored suit and one of those new spun glass blouses. Did you know that she is Ralph Morse’s private secretary? What we can’t figure out is how she exists on two bucks a week. Was that thunder? What a rain wouldn’t spoil! Blessed relief. It's only our roller skating champ, Murrium Williamson, as she makes her dramatic entrance. Oops! And it is dramatic. What a fall! Injured? I guess not. We’d miss her, but 1 know she’d provide amusement at Evelyn Eastman’s old ladies’ home or at Barbara James’ “Haven for Disabled Irishmen’’. What in the world is going on? It looks like a game of “winkum” to me. Oh, my mistake. It's just Theodora Kittredge drumming up trade for her Date Bureau. She’s an expert. Clear the way! Here comes George Hagan, the famous football coach at Dartmouth. Thank goodness, those chapel talks on Dartmouth had some influence. There’s a ducky little green and white truck just driving up. Let’s see. It says “Snow and Hale Laundry”. Of course. You know, the one in West Barnet. Well, if here isn't Esther Holmes and Julia Twombly! They’ve been digging up mummies in Egypt for the past two years. V e re nature lovers but not that far back. They say that they have unearthed a Cro-Magnon man in almost perfect condition. George Mumford must have done the embalming. Mildred Ladd has just arrived from Hollywood. I don’t need to mention the fact that she is a popular heroine in western movies. Who is that autographing a book? Why, it’s Hazel Lavature, well known novelist, critic, poet, and essayist. We’re certainly glad to have her with us. Here comes the lire truck, but where’s the fire? It’s stopping here. Can I believe my eyes? It's Margaret McGill, who succeeded her father as tire chief in the St. |. lire depart ment. conveying Eddie Leonard, our representative from West Burke. Now what do we have? Here’s Hazel Moffet, the bathing beauty who just arrived from Miami with the handsome life guard. Roger Miller. There seems to be quite a lot of hand shaking and back slapping over by the door. No wonder. The former Billie Carter, with her own professional baseball team composed of her ten children, (nine regulars and a bat boy) have just defeated the St. Louis Cardinals where that star baseball twirler, Alfred Barrett, has replaced Dizzy Dean. Here comes James Berry and wife, Valora Corliss. They are happily married and are raising prize poultry in St. Johns bury Center. Who’s that familiar figure in the corner? What in the world is she chattering about? Why, it's our Valedictorian, Margaret Beattie, exhibiting her knowledge of Latin. You know that she succeeded Miss Stilson at St. J. A. The unfortunate victims, Arlene Somers who runs an R. L. D. to Danville and all points east, and Karric Kay, the former Carrie Keneson, now radio torch singer, look rather bored. Do you remember that cute little blonde. Marion Beck? At last she has settled down by establishing a hospital in Lyndonville.