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

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i4 THE RED AND BLACK Missing Helen, I looked down and saw her lying on the ground, the victim of a baseball from the bat of Bobby Dole. Helen recovered quickly and the two of us raced across just in time for the ninth inning between Dogpatch and Skunk Hollow. The Dogpatchers were led by the capable and mighty Bernard Rosinski, and the Skunk Hollowers were aptly led by Herbie Chase. In front of the bleachers cheering the Dogpatchers on to victory were Colleen Murphy and Mae Whippen. The latter's mind was occupied by Slugger Bunny Wilson who was steaming 'round third, Stars on the Skunk Hollow team were Dick Farnsworth and Robert Curtis. As bat boys for the teams were Euclide Laporte and Francis Fontaine who, when things got boring, hit each other over the head-just for laughs. We left just before the decisive rap. When we were once again on the street, we saw the two wise men of Dogpatch, Rodney Davis and Ted Bailey. They were arguing whether 1 X 0-1, or if l x l-0. Our first thought was to help them, but realizing that we ourselves did not know the answer, we merely asked them the shortest and quickest way to the Sadie Hawkins Day, They advised us to hire Juanita Arnold's cabg we did this and finally arrived! Out sprinted Kayl' Ed- wards and, with a blast from her gun, the racers were off! ! Through clouds of smoke and dust we saw them racing down the Held. On the sidelines stood hopeful parents of the also hopeful girls, screaming words of encouragement, and quoting the words of John Paul Jones, I have not yet begun to flight. In the lead, fast on the heels of Claude Preston, was Florence McKane. Close behind Flossie was Kayo Osgood-still giggling despite the fact that she wasn't making much headway. Next came Lois Putnam and Anne Thompson, neck 'n neck, puffing away for dear life. Dragging along behind were Pauline Doten, Stella Chocka, Rae Blumberg, and Virginia Blake, hoping if they waited long enough that they might grab Mike Baker and Dean Smith passing on the second lap. We had really come to enter the race, but after we saw the stiff competition and all that we would have to go through, we, like the fox and the sour grapes, decided that we didn't want a man anyway.

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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.

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if THE RED AND BLACK 15 xii! ,yi ii -n Q lD.L..,,,m E, THE CLASS OF 1943, of Stevens High School, in the town of Claremont, the county of Sullivan, the state of New Hampshire in the United States of America, being in good health and of a sound and disposing mind and memory, do make and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking and an- nulling all wills heretofore made. SECTION I CLASS BEQUESTS 1. To Mr. Doody and Mr. Lord, we leave our sincere appreciation for the kind and understanding advice which they have given us during our four years here at Stevens. 2. To our class advisers, Miss Willey and Mr. Howard, we bequeath our un- dying gratitude for helping us to make our senior year a success. 3. To Miss Richardson, we give our heart-felt thanks for all the time and effort she put in to make our senior play a success. 4. To the faculty, we leave our thanks for all the work they have done for us and all the knowledge they have earnestly tried to bestow on us. 5. We, having set up a high standard of school spirit and loyalty, do in turn bequeath the same to the incoming Senior Class. 6. To the incoming Juniors, we will our oratorical ability. We know that you'll need it in Mr. Ewing s English Class. 7. To next year's Sophomores, we leave this advice-be easy with the inno- cent, naive, incoming Freshmen. 8. To the incoming Freshmen, we, as Seniors, pass on our old pencils, erase-rs, and marked-up books because new ones are no longer available due to war priorities.