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

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THE ACADEMY STUDENT Was being very, very adult. The boys raked Hazen Field, And muttered they’d rather Have more hazin’ and less field. Finals rolled round And we were further impressed To find ourselves (well, most of ourselves) SOPHOMORES And now as Sophs We leered at Frosh. only hoping They’d think us Seniors. Nobody did. W’e rolled up a terrific total of warnings. We even got used to Public Speaking. We sat far enough front in Chapel So that we could almost hear what went on. We discovered where the Bulletin Boards were, all three of them. Once in a while we even found something of ours In the Lost and Found. Seniors spoke to us. We elected Reg Rolfe class president. A few started going steady. Cosmetics started changing familiar faces. Gosh! we said. W’e’re really growing up. JUNIORS So now we were juniors. Upperclassmen, aha! Finally we found out what Chapel notices sounded like. Steady couples were all over the place. Senior boys were drooled over By certain junior girls. The Dramatic Club play’s success W’as due. naturally, to the juniors (all three of them) in it. Certain people didn’t find out that they were juniors Till after Midyears. We haunted the Snack Shop now. We sat on the stone benches on the front walk, leering at freshmen and sophomores. Great stuff! we assured each other. The man shortage began to affect us. Girls watched the diminishing rows 8

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JUNK 1945 Obituary Of Forty-five Or Hardly A Student Is Now Alive INTRODUCTION Four years are past and done. We have survived The attacks of time and the faculty. And now Our catch words, our favorite jokes, Our special friends and places Pass with us into the uncertain future. Who shall remember us? Not we ourselves; life moves too swiftly, Friends are lost and forgotten in the hurrying years. Time changes and transmutes, The alchemist of eternity. We shall go forth most valiantly, In shining armor of the unquenched spirit. Success and failure are our destiny. The inevitable Siamese twins of life. The long scythe of time will strike us down, one by one. Forgive us our follies; we are still young, And untried swords weigh lightly on our spirits. And this is not as other years; No new world lies ready to our feet. 1941 — FRESHMEN Pallid, and green, and hectic red, We stumbled into high school. Gosh! we said. Lookit the seniors. Upperclassmen! Study hall confused us, Teachers abused us, (Or so we thought.) We slicked our hair and shined our shoes, And advanced cautiously Toward Education. Once in a while we got up courage And went into Moulton’s for a coke. We got a warning, that first little one. We struggled through Midyears. And we fell violently in love That first spring in high school. It impressed us. We decided running a perpetual fever

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JUNE 1945 Of junior and senior boys in Chapel. They began looking for greener pastures. There weren’t any unoccupied ones. We started the school by supplying half the football team, And getting 100% of the juniors buying war stamps. Time passed, and us with it. SENIORS Finally. We sat in the front rows of chapel, Being deafened by the band and orchestra, Trying not to look self-conscious under Mr. Oldham’s eye. We spoke wearily of the Great Responsibilities of Seniors, And put a financial genius in as class president. Girls sat up late nights, getting circles under their eyes, Trying to do homework And solve the manpower problem. There were the usual epidemics; Bleaching hair, Going steady, Corresponding voluminously with Men in Service, And always, always, trying to raise money for graduation. Midyears. We entered the final stretch. Basketball, dances, winter sports. Homework. And still more homework. Colleges decided upon, even unto third and fourth choices. The Army, Navy, Marines, Welcoming seniors into their clutches. Spring. Track. Baseball. Mr. Newell kept getting more ideas on how to make money. They all involved a great deal of Hard Work. We began to look unhappy. And mutter about how we'd hate to leave. And shriek about how we didn’t think we were going to leave. Sudden application to education. Finals And graduation. 9 JANICE LONEGREN.