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

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THE RED AND BLACK 11 f I Qi 2 O A 9 Q , ,, N S429 A at Q at KX ii Qi L3 oak Q55 f ,. Rf K Q -, gh ,fl Dwi Q fl :Q Q ' ff W 'Egg-,egszsi ll , 5 in ,-- ,j.i:,.,,,-?2'-TEM. 1, -avi,-Qeg- . Q Q, jk- , Q 7 P Class Prophecy By DOROTHY LOUDON and HELEN PILVER ECAUSE OF THE LAST WAR, priorities on beartraps, brass knuckles, shot guns, and Manila hemp, we were faced with a desperate situation-no men! ! Having a thorough knowledge of the comic strips-in particular L'i1 Abner and the wiles of Daisy Mae-we took our Hfeudin' guns to get us a man. Traveling for two whole days, we finally arrived in Dogpatch, which was now a thriving little town. Hearing a booming voice in the distance we turned and spied-No-it can't be! But yes, it is- Hairless Joe Steinfield, shouting, Step right up girls and enter in- to the annual Sadie Hawkins Day Race that always gets resultslt' Steiniield, club in hand, jumped off his soap box and greeted us heartily. Above the roaring can- non and the booming guns, he .shouted that he would be glad to show us around the peaceful countryside. On our way to the business section, which consisted of a general store, an eatin' place, a date bureau, and a few other buildings, we passed the cheerful abode of Jennie Adamovich. Her boarders, Lippy Zullo, Russell Scott, '4Bob Lavoie, Creepy', Koledo, and t'Bull Mercier, were lined up on the porch still fighting the battles of history class. Leaving this homey atmosphere we heard terrific wails from a nearby woodshed. Upon looking into the matter, we found Mammy Barbara Bartlett-still playing the Mother role originated by Barbie Morse-administering punishment to Pappy Stuart Jones for stealing her preserved turnips.

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10 THE' RED AND BLACK rung of the Stevens' academic ladder. But ours was not a gloomy nature and we asserted ourselves by establishing the well-known Sock and Buskin, under the leadership of Miss Richardson. Our first achievement across the footlights was the assembly play, New Girl In Town. Using the assembly play as a stepping stone, the Sock and Buskin then went on to present three one-act plays to the public. The program consisted of a melodrama, The Widow's Plightj' a comedy, Of All Things, and a tragedy, The Opening of a Door. In spite of limitations caused by scarcities and priorities, our annual football dance was a colorful affair. An original touch was added when each dance was cleverly entitled with the name of a member of our squad. Incidentally, a large number of our classmates throughout the years have par- ticipated in basketball, baseball, and hockey, as well as football. In accordance with a custom inaugurated a number of years ago, the Daily Eagle invited a Senior student staff to edit the paper for one day. A more memor- able five hours could not be found in the lives of that small group. Just ask any one of them! It was during this year also that the students of Stevens took over the town of Claremont for a day. The honorable Mr. Louie Zullo and Mr. Mitchell Baker were elected as our worthy town fathers. Being clever politicians they won their offices by promising everything from fur-lined gutters to steam heated bl-eachers. But, boys, we haven't seen them yet! Mae Whippen, also from the Senior class, was our town clerk. Finally we produced the one and only Senior play, Foot-loose, with much youthful ambition and anxiety. Miss Richardson supervised the rendition of the performance itself, and also the construction of the entire set, upon which long hours of franctic labor were expended. Thus our parade of memories ends. And now, inevitably, the doors are finally swinging shut and we step into the future ..... The puzzle of life Is forming before us. The even and jagged pieces Fitting together smoothly- Tell a fascinating story. it f Nanci Dodge.

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12 THE RED AND BLACK We hurried away and left these two to their misery. Walking on, we heard a peculiar crunching noise. As Steinfield had no shoes on, we were convinced that this peculiar Hcrunchf' was coming from elsewhere. Suddenly, a short figure, clad in her own Dogpatch creation, streaked by. The mystery was solved. This stylish figure was Mary Boudette, and she had finally made it! As the years passed, so had her fingernails, but Mary was not discouraged. She had kept right on chewing and crunching and by this time was rapidly approaching her elbow. This crunching sound was soon replaced by another strange noise. The sound of Conga music pierced our ears and looking ahead we .saw a huge sign- Answer the call-from Gloria Hall Learn the conga-the fee is small. Looking closer we spied peculiar-looking figures frantically racing around-one- two three kick one two three kick. With dauntless spirit, and fallen arches, Glo still kept on leading her Conga Line-keeping up their courage and assuring them that this work-out was not just a fruitless gesture. Glo's class was com- posed of Sylvia White, Freeman Chellis, Mildred Curtis, Irene Dufresne, Evangeline Girard, Carl Guild, Gordon Smith, and Lloyd Chapman. Furnishing the accom- paniment was the now famous Myra McLain, with her guitar. At last we arrived at the thriving business section. Of all the buildings, the lively little date bureau attracted us most. With high hopes we gaily tripped up the steps and were con- fronted by a large sign- Don't feel low-you want a beau? Throw out woe-and come see Moe. Seated behind his desk sat the fabulous t'Moe', Fleit. We exchanged greetings and grimaces and sat down as Moen offered to show us the files. He boasted of having instigated such matchless matches as Hadwen Stone and Stephena Sako- vich, Peter Weare and 'tPeggyl' Hill, Larry Ring and Marion Westover, Richard Stone and Phyllis Sciborek, Nicholas Jangel and Lucille Morin. Although Moe was busy as Dan Cupid, he still had time for his private life- jitterbugging, punning and thinking. - Outdoors again, the silence was pierced by blood curdling screams coming from behind a barn. Somewhat reluctantly, we went over and found Gwendolyn Goggin atop an orange crate gurgling, gagging and shrieking. Between gurgles, G. G. in- formed us that she was to be a sound effects woman over a coast to coast hook-up- on Inner Sanctumfl the squeaking door, in the Thrive Dog Food Hour, the bark, on the Carnation Milk Program, the contented cow. Jeannette Tremblay, belonging to the t'Dogpatch Society of Hog Callers, has now worked her way up to the top. She is now the Grand Worthy Matron of the Hog Callers of Dogpatch. Finally reaching the goal of all hog callers, she has taken to teaching enthusiastic and admiring students to follow in her bear tracks. Inside her home lined with trophies and hog's heads we found Jeannette and her pupils bellowing forth in mighty yelps and howls, literally engrossed in their work. Jimmie Townsend, Pat'i Crossman, Henry Bresell and Anne Nemcovich were delighting their fellow students with a hog calling quartet-never to be equaled in Dogpatch. If this didn't guarantee results, nothing would! Now and then a member of the quartet was thrown out of key by a jolt in the back caused by a small boulder from the slingshots of Phyllis Putman and Veronica Supko.