Stevens High School - Red and Black Yearbook (Claremont, NH)

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manned schools in the country. In the yard Charlotte Mathews was giving some boys and girls stiff physical workouts, beyond them ThelmaTardiff and Theresa Fleury, the Home Ec teachers, were showing some eager youngsters how to make ice pies that hold together when you flop them. In the building the headmaster, Donald Morrison Cwho also taught mathe- maticsl invited us to go through the school. As we wandered down the halls, I saw many familiar faces. Here was Irene Pinkham with a kindergarten class, there Ruth Purinton with a group of art students, then Barb King trying to get some students to say that awful French U . Don told us that other members of the staff included Pat Kling, Lois-Ann LaFrank, and Dorothy Zekos. Conditions were different from l947, for now teachers were well paid and schools well staffed. On the way from the school to the town's industrial and business section we passed a palace set back on a hill. This was Jae Brooks'. He had started a flower shop, and since this was the Lake City's only connection between Nature and the Land of Ice, people bought at any price. Joe found himself prospering, so he lowered the price of flowers and then people just bought more. He couldn't help getting rich, so he built the palace and made it a public social center. As receptionists there he had Mary Osgood and Bern Cahalan, and in his flower shop, which was always busy, since flowers froze instantly outside, he had Newvart Vosgershian, Virginia Rix, Gwen Knowlton, Dot Laramie, and Marceline Melcher, all working as full-time clerks. His business manager was Irv Pullen, and the office staff included Carmelita LeClair, Elizabeth Ostrowski, Jean Miles, Margaret Carpenter, and Ruth Pesarik, who ran the switchboards. As far as I could see, Joe did nothing but flirt with the clerks and get rich, 55 'fl It took quite a while for Wes to tell me about Joe, and while we walked along I noticed many other little enterprises on the main street. There was Ola Brown's jewelry shop across the street, and Melissa Irwin was outside window shopping. Beverly Donovan, was running a bookstore, and outside this Lillianne Obymako-was painting a sign-something about Bev's Better Books, and she had four people hanging on to the ladder she was on because it was so slippery there. The four were Vince Leahy, whose big ski boots gave him solid footing, Maurice Menard, Ted Perras, and Phil Reynolds-all big boys. Havering around them, Hannabelle Heller was making sure that everything was being done right. As we passed on, we stopped to read a billboard which announced a concert and dance to be given that night by an orchestra high-lighted by the names of Donald Chamberlain and Dick Kennell. I was considering this when a neon sign arrested my gaze- Polar Bear Ski Club fit saidl Henry Jasinski and Bernard Kaminsky, Managers-WELCOME-Walk inski. Next we saw the Page Radio Repair Shop and Paul Potter trying to convince Lloyd that his buggy would hold a radio. Right beside the radio shop was a large garage and machine shop where Bob Nelson, Paul Potter, Tommy Gray, and Phil Balch were working on a rocket-powered ice boat. Just then Helene C153 J' 1

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town. As we approached the hotel, I noticed that all the houses were extra large, and when we entered I found out why. All business centered about na radiator in the middle of the room, so placed as to keep it from melting the ice walls. Radiatorl I exclaimed. What do you burn to make the heat? Immediately I was surrounded by people eager to answer. They told me that all they had to do was call Donald Richmond's Artesian Steamheating Co., and have him drill down to a hotspring which they then connected to the radiator. I also found out that the reason for all the attention, in the form of Buz Buswell, Skip Walker, and Francis Wilson, partners in the hotel, was that business was bad. They said anybody who planned to stay more than one day just went out and built himself a house of ice. Wes and I went into the diner adjoining the hotel and found Eugene Wight doing the cooking and Theresa St. Aubin the serving. Out of curiosity I asked Gene were he got his food, and he answered that he did all his trading with Perley Kuhre's Frosted Foods and Frozen Fish. We ordered and took a table in the corner, and as we sat there who should come in fjust for a cup of coffee, or so they saidl but the four O's-Sally Bo Bovard, Mary Mo Murphy, Jo Wheeler, and Lo Wadleigh. I asked each of them in succession for a date, but no one of them would go without the other three, and in addition they intended to bring's'I.indner along too, so I gave up. It didn't take us long to finish our lunch, and we had it all decided that I was to take a tour of the town accompanied by Wes. We left the hotel and hopped into Normandin's Slaxi fl presume that stands for sleigh taxi? and galloped off to the other side of town to see the modern hospital which had just been designed and built by John Nemcovich. We got there in about ten minutes and upon entering were greeted by Pat Smith, official secretary of the institution. 'Doctors Ruth Houghton, world-renowned frost- bite expert, and Ted Ellis, who majored in amputating frozen ears and fingers, came to meet us, and I felt right at home when Ruth Bailey, lab technician, came in. Lois Harrington crossed by, carrying one of thoseghthings nurses al- ways are carrying, and she was followed by Norma Hathaway gowned and masked for the operating room. I asked Ted what all the excitement was, and he answered that Bob McPherson had kicked someone in the shins once too often, and this someone had kicked him back and broken Bob's leg. This was more than I could stand, so Wes and I left. When we got out to the street, we bought a paper from Eugene Dunphy, who wasn't having much luck in this climate in his chosen field of refrigera- tion, so he had turned to the newspaper field. The paper was called the Glacier Globe, and its editor was none other than G. Robert Bonneau, whose assistant was Robert Brody. I noticed a drawing by Stanley Fitch which was advertising Dot Johnson's Beauty SHOPPE. We walked along reading and soon came to the school, which was an imposing structure made of different colors of ice Cno doubt to please the kiddiesl. As we entered the school yard, Wes told me it was one of the best- Il4l I f Mfg

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'wt Buswell, who knew more about it than they did, being their secretary, came back from Jim Emanuel's Bar and Grill across the way with some lunch for the boys. She waved at me, taking one hand off the tray, and dropped it with a crash. Spargo, a policeman now so he could boss somebody around for a change, came over to investigate, and Mary Fecteau, smelling a law case, came out to see what was going on. A crowd gathered. June Blish and Phyllis Matthews came out of their tailor shop. Beverly Lawrence, who was passing by, stopped on the way to her office. Shirley Porter ran across the street to help Helene, and Loretta Lewis also hurried out of the telephone office. Wes told me that this was natural because there was so little excite- ment here. When it was all over and the crowd gone, only Alan Marek and his secretary, Marvin Lindsay, remained. Alan was running the numbers racket and the polar bear races, and l gave him a quarter to bet for me. Then, quite wearied from my sight-seeing, l returned to the hotel diner, where the girls were on their thirteenth cup of coffee. l had just time for one more with them before returning to the plane which would take me back to the States and my job as Special Investigator in charge of the U. N. Committee-to-figure-out-how-to-get-things-done-with-the-least-work. l was considered an expert at that. C169