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

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1? THE ACADEMY STUDENT Men, this is what you’ve been waiting for, hoping for anti praying for. Neva Eastman has perfected a cure for baldness. Sbe lias gone into business with Beverly Bean and Sally Kittredge, the dime a dance girls. It’s a bargain A dime a dance and a trial bottle of hair restorer free. Vernon Hadley, who is expecting to receive a diploma today for passing business arithmetic, and Phil Smith, who is working out his last campus for Kal,” are among the happy throng. A couple of our gang, Leon McFarland and Christine Burbank, are in the orange-growing business. Christine prefers to grow hers in sunny California, while Leon, having discovered a fertilizer to make oranges grow in Vermont, prefers his native state. There goes Lillian Cushman, the cook at the St. Johnsbury House. If you haven’t tried her butterscotch scallops, you haven’t lived. Believe it oi not, folks, here comes Irene Eager, the first white woman to become the wife of a cannibal. She says she married him to reform him. Mrs. Henderson, the former Marion Filgate, puts in an appearance. It’s about time. Sbe had to trade the motorcycle for a trailer, to accommodate all her children. Well, well, it' here isn’t Maurice Deforge, whose life work is teaching kindergarten pupils how to croon. He has been married tbrice, divorced twice and is the father of quints. What a man! Just now everyone is staring at the luxurious autogiro that just drifted down from heaven. Olive Harvey is the proud owner. Now, friends, I’m sure you’ll be interested to know that Philip Darling is junior partner in “Nolin and Son” shoe store. We all expected it. didn’t we? All the girls are displaying that new permanent wave known as the Sherrer-Lo, originated by Marjorie Sherrer. And see who’s here. The burlesque queen “Toby” Pierce,” whose motto is “What has Gypsy Rose Lee got that I haven’t?” Some gal, eh what? Who’s that chatter-box over in the corner? Believe it or not, it’s Charlie Rattigan. the super salesman for Camel’s cigarettes. The local boys who have supplied him with cigarettes for the past two decades are certainly relieved. Reverend Neil A. Carr, pastor of the South Congregational Church, and wife, the former Mildred Warrell, are coming down Main Street. They have four healthy, well-behaved children. Did I say well-behaved? Sonny seems to be pulling Sister’s hair, but what’s a hair or two, all in the family? Not far behind them is Anna Clifford, the New York stylist. There’s a commotion over at one side. What can have happened? Two policemen and struggling victims. Well, this is a surprise. They turn out to be Richard Clothey, who has won great honor on the police force due to his punctuality and respect for the laws, and Paul McGinity, head of the St Johnsbury police force, who has just arrested a Greek and three Irishmen wearing orange neckties. I’m afraid Barbara should have left her charges safely at home. There go Lucille Daniels and Ruth Denonville, owners of the Bally-Hoo night club, and Jeanette Veilleux, a chorus dancer in the largest night club in Victory. Who should appear now but Betty Wells with George Edney? Who is that pleasingly plump figure trying to get through the door? Why, that’s Olive Burrington, the author of those special articles in the Cale-

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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.

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THE ACADEMY STUDENT 13 donian on “How to Keep Slim”. We suggest that she try a little of her own advice. The class of 1937 seems to have had great success in newspaper work. Jimmie Cunevalis is sports editor for the Boston Daily Record ; Lucy Page runs a gossip column; Theodora McLean writes special articles for the “Victory Free Press , and Gerry Byington gives the world a break through his weekly exploitations on technique. l.ast but not least conies Kayo Oldham. She’11 be in time for the last act. She works for the Hamilton Watch Company and now she has to be on time. Oh, oh, now what’s up? It’s Rosselot and Mollica again. So long, folks. I gotta see this fight. Marjorie Sberrer Marion Smith Olive Burrington Lyndol French Gerald Byington Isabelle Carter, Chairman AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MR. 1937 Days at dear old St. |. A. are almost over for me, but their memories will last forever. Many and varied are the experiences I have encountered here, and I feel sure they will help me meet the events of my future life. First comes to my mind a bright, cool morning in September when, dressed very carefully, 1 timidly entered the portals of the Academy. Once inside, I was hustled from one teacher to another, paying money here, signing my name there, all in all very confused. 1 had been given a long paper covered with fine print that was supposed to tell me exactly what to do, but 1 never quite knew whether 1 was following it or not, I just did what everyone else seemed to be doing. At last it was all over, and I found myself in possession of a schedule card, a registration card, and a locker. 1 was a full-fledged student at last! The rest of the year was spent wandering timidly up and down stairs between classes, trying hard to keep from being stepped on by the high and mighty upperclassmen. 1 remember how superior 1 felt to my twin sister. Miss 1937. when my name was read in chapel and I had the opportunity to prepare the football field for the team. Little did I think that in one more year I should actually be running with that ball, listening to the cheers of the crowd, and helping a little to win the I.. I. game! After the close of the football season, my Saturday afternoons, for a while, were spent listening to the Academy broadcasts from WDEV. I enjoyed listening to Mr. Oldham’s interesting historical sketches of St. J. A. and also to the music of the new jazz band called the “Serenaders . Coming back for my sophomore year, browned and rested. I was griev ed to hear of the death, during the summer, of Mr. Perley F. Hazen. who had served as a trustee of St. J. A. for twenty-six years. He was missed by the school both as a sincere and kindly friend and as a faithful and wise official On my return the corridors were filled with a new lot of freshmen, and as a sophomore, I got a great kick out of showing them around and ordering