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

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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

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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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14 THE AC ADEMY STUDENT them about. This being my second year, I was a real student by now, and although the upperclassmen still looked down on me, I lorded it over the freshmen. 1 started that year with full confidence in the football team. True to my highest expectations, the team emerged undefeated. This included the memorable trouncing of U. I. for the first time in fifteen years. 1 took an active part in this game and feel that a part of the success belongs to me. In track I was one of the lucky ones that went to Andover for the first time. We lost the meet, but the entertainment provided for us more than made up for it. As May and June approached, I began to feel prouder and prouder Next year 1 would be an upperclassman. Then wouldn’t I make things hum! 1 entered my junior year with a zest for a social life. Not a dance passed without my presence. I gave the girls a break by offering to dance with them, and they willingly taught me how. In spite of this happy social mood my interest in athletics was not neglected. All the sports enjoyed successful seasons. It is true, my studies were a little harder and took a considerable portion of my time. At the close of the year 1 was presented with a sheet of paper which was called a “Character Rating’. This, I am sure, helped me to be more conscious of my conduct around school and to strive to overcome my faults. I enjoyed all the commencement exercises of the class of 1936, and thus ended the happiest year of my school life. My last year opened joyfully with new activities, new faces, and still greater responsibilities. Several teachers had been married during the summer and the early months of the school year, resulting in corresponding changes in the teaching staff. The Dramatic Club presented “The Royal Family” and the Glee Club presented an operetta, “Trial by Jury”. Both of these performances were highly representative of the careful work put into their preparation. We defeated L. I. again this year. My social yen was rewarded by the Wintei Carnival, the most picturesque of mid-season activities. Four snow sculptors beautified the lawns in front of the school. The “Spring Cruise” was my last big social event. As the very last days of my Academy life draw to a happy close, I feel a certain loyalty which comes, 1 know, in appreciation of the happy times I owe to the spirit of St. J. A. I am not the highest, nor yet the lowest in scholastic records, but my valedictorian, Margaret Beattie, and my salutatorian, John Noyes, are able representatives of an illustrious class. From the above reminiscences it is clear that I am not to be forgotten in the annals of St. J. A., and that the standards 1 sought to achieve and the loyalty I feel will not be forgotten in the days to come. Theodora Kittredge Anna McGuire Martha Stearns Vera Ralston James Cunavelis