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

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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.

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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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THE RED AND BLACK 13 We left this happy group and were attracted by the sound cf music. Rapidly approaching, on a donkey, was Indian Bob Michaud leading his Medicine Show. Bob was shouting the praises of his newest invention, Michaud's Little Humor Pillsf' Before the show there was to be a jitterbug contest. The music began and the contest was on! The contestants were Teddyl' Lewis and John Osgood, who made a charming couple, against Helen Murphy and Peggy Leavitt. We regret that we were unable to stay until the end, but, having a feeling that it would go on until the wee hours of the morning, we thought it best to leave. With the beat of Boogie Woogie ringing in our ears, we went back to the Medicine Show. On the stage were eight tearful girls- Pat Lynch, Audrey Mathews, Margaret Sevigne, Lucy Richardson, Kay,' Chamberlain, Lois Burrell, Elizabeth Bruce and Ruth Smith. Suddenly, on bounced Bob, giving them each a little pink pill. At once the air was filled with mirthful laughter and glee. Following this miraculous feat, the girls vigorously stampeded around the stage demonstrating the pleasing results of Michaud's Little Humor Pills. We both bought a bottle and turned to leave. As we did so, we spied Gilda Ellis draped over a hollow tree, munching a t'Little Humor Pill,'l reading Robert SteinHeld's latest book, Silence is Man's Best Virtue. Farther down the road, we came to Hazel Stone's luncheonette with a cemetery adjoining conveniently. In the drive was Dr. Heath Bourdon's car. It seemed that Shirley Bonneau and Bruce Robertson, celebrating Shirley's birthday, had dined at Hazel's and were suffering from ptomaine poisoning, Heath had been in there two days trying to diagnose the case. Outside, patiently waiting, was Dick McCusker. Having raised his embalming rates two days previously, he was beaming from here to there sitting and drooling! In the hearse keeping the engine warm were Dick's men Friday, USaturday, and i'Sunday : Cedric White, Edward Provost and Har- old Lawrence. The latest addition to Dogpatch since the last war was a modernized airplane factory. Inside, sitting on various fuselages-wrenches in hand-sat Thelma Mc- Swain, Phyllis Bailey, and Shirley Johannis-Hthe inseparable three, cheerfully yelling back and forth from wing to gun and from gun to gas tank. They were arguing over a cutting remark made by Vernon Briggs in his latest book, A Woman's Place Is in the Home. On our way to the executive's olfice we passed Jane Pastore, Muriel Zelniker, Anna Sakovich, Dot Osgood, and Stacia Kebalka busily pounding away at their typewriters, The girls usually have a gum-chewing contest every week, but they were forced to put an end to this cheerful pastime. A week previous, in a moment of excitement, Stacia had chewed a bit too vigorously and for reasons beyond her control, her gum had landed in the blonde tresses of Anna Laskevich. Now, Anna, bald Cbut cooler that wayl was constantly thinking how she could get even. We left them to their work and went into the main office. There we found Doug Johnston seated behind the president's desk. Dough was still pondering over his aeronautics, but despite his troubles he had become a regular executive. Time was flying and in order to get back in time for the race, we left the fac- tory. On our way to the aforementioned race, we passed Levi Johnston's Statue Shop. Outside, we saw Levi molding a statue of the 'tModern Thinker. Posing for this statue was Mac McKinnon-seated on a marble slab, with his brow wrinkled and chin in hand.