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

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THE ACADEMY STUDENT PROM COMMITTEE 14

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JUNE 1949 NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY Mr. Tirrell. Mr. Shastney Dorothy Weeks. Rachel Schoppe, Richard Cutting1, Catherine Hubbard, Marilyn Moulton, Elsie McKee, Joyce Atherton, Mary Hart. Marguerite Collins, David LaMarre, Janet Bailey, Jean Gorham, Carolyn Cramton 13

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JUNE 1949 DIARY OF THE 49’ERS 1945 - 1946 DEAR DIARY— September: We were welcomed as Freshmen or should I say we stumbled into chapel for registration. We were not the only Freshmen to get acquainted witli Upperclassmen, for this was also Principal Tirrell’s first year at St. Johnsbury. bor a few weeks we were a bit scared and shy, but time cured that. For class officers we elected Elsie McKee, President. Our advisor, of course, was Mr. Ranger. An informal get-acquainted party was given in our honor, by the Seniors. We had the traditional Orand March, led by two Seniors, Avis Hoyt and Marvin Sheffield. Everyone had a grand time and many new acquaintances and gay amours started. November: Many of us were quite thrilled when we attended our first formal, but quite sad as there was a restriction against the wearing of corsages. February: Snow flying and shovels flashing, we finished our very intelligent looking “Dumbo” (snow sculpture) and received second prize. Pretty good for Freshmen!! We also took part in our first winter carnival and did our best to spoil most of the ski trails. The king and queen of '46 were Stewart Gibson and Avis Hoyt. April: We were kept more than busy signing up for softball, baseball, and track. What energy!! We were also hoping for a date to the Sophomore Hop. Spring had come, and we were a little restless. June: At long last it came time for us to struggle through our first finals, and it was a struggle for most of us. But we all managed to pass our exams, and left good old St. J. with a smile—for now we were Sophs. 1946 ■ 1947 DEAR DIARY— September: As we went through the process of registering as sophomores, we walked on slightly more familiar ground. We felt all-knowing; there was now a class beneath us. We found ourselves in with older men—war veterans, that is. October: Sooner than we expected we were given a vacation of almost two weeks. This was not for good behavior—polio had struck the town. We attended the Hallowe'en party and we stared in amazement while dignified teachers performed foi us. Mr. Ritchie was elected by the class as our advisor and he helped us start our own class Outing Club. We handed over the reins of the class to our newly elected president, Richard Hale. December: Basketball games again have come into being and some of our 15