Winooski High School - Carillon Yearbook (Winooski, VT)

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Our sociat life was very vital And worth a place in this recital; Our dances each a great event. To which the school’s elite all went. Our Senior play showed gifts surprising And talent quite beyond surmising; Our banquets, food and fancy blended. By far the best the town’s attended. When business troubles caused distress Our president, with great finesse, Just called an extra meeting. Then He told us what to do and when, And how each question to decide. To him--smart boy!--we point with pride. We’re cultured, really most polite, And very, very erudite. And, with our higher education, Acquired broad-minded toleration. Our store of knowledge is so great We fear lest we confuse it. But when we take our place in life We’ll have a chance to use it. We have, although a trifle checkered, A most extraordinary record. Now comes the longed-for gala day; The auditorium, in array. Is crowded with spectators fair Who all their festal garments wear. And on the platform, side by side. Behold our class, aglow with pride, But sad at leaving this dear place, Where they sojourned a little space, And hoping life will be as kind As these four years they've left behind. Oh, class of 1953, Look downward from your starry vision. Assure me you do not infer These lines were spoken in derision. I know that you are wise and good. Abhorring falsehood, sloth, and pride. That wisdom is your daily food. And justice ever is your guide. But, if you think my style amiss Nor care for histories like this. Or if the class--much worse— Be weary of my straggling verse, I tender to you promptly these My most sincere apologies. Margaret Sallah

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THE SAGA OF THE SENIOR CLASS I 'Twas only four short years ago, In 1949, if you would know, Our class embarked on its career By entering its Freshman year. A band of eager, restless youth, Who'd never cut a wisdom tooth But recognized as gospel truth The ancient pedagogic creed That learning's road is rough, indeed. 'Twould take too long for me to tell The strange adventures that befell Our gallant class ere we attained The lofty heights that now we've gained. The faculty were most forbearing Although they must have found us wearing. They never acted autocratic But always wondrous diplomatic. Though treating us with hopeful kindness, They never to a fault showed blindness. Though some regard all games as futile And think athletics merely brutal, A test of brawn and not of brains. Our team the victor's cup retains. Had faintest chance for his survival, For when our brave boys used their system. No enemy could e’er resist 'em. And yet our team has proved to be The essence of integrity. In any learned competition. Which tests the powers of erudition. We'd prove our brain power of the best And treat with scorn a Binet test. We'll not pass over this occasion But tell the worst without evasion; Some lazy members of our class Were much alarmed lest they'd not pass. Why, even yet they stop and wonder If there has been some awful blunder. It doesn't pay to be a shirker. And not a fast and willing worker.

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Seaiar Piofe eccf Time: 1973 As I was looking through my library a few days ago, I chanced upon a book which brought back many familiar memories. Browsing through it, I became very curious and I was very eager to find out what had happened to my classmates of Winooski High School’s Class of '53. I was determined to take a trip back to my Alma Mater and to see all of my old chums. I arrived in Winooski and I was first greeted by Shirley McNasser and Marcia Villemaire who were on their way to a hot rod race in which they were to appear as the outstanding dare-devil drivers that afternoon. I chatted with them a while and I started up the street in time to meet Theresa Rochefort, Shirley Winn and Janet Terrien who had just dismissed their classes at Winooski High. They told me that they couldn’t imagine what was happening to the senior classes of this generation. Students nowa- days were bold and daring while the seniors of our day had been so meek and submissive. They mentioned that there was to be a meeting of the Cheaper By The Dozen Mother’s Club. (The major requirement is tipulated in the club’s name.) Times have certainly changed! I was invited to lunch with friends of mine who had long since been out of sight but who were not for- gotten. I attended the meeting of the Mother’s Club and to my surprise most of the girls were there. Nan- cy Decarreau, Dolores Bourgault and Shirley LaBelle were members of high standing. As time grew short, I decided to go to the local newspaper office The Onion Skin of which Lorraine Chicoine was editor-in-chief. This was the best source of information concerning my friends. Chic” and I reminisced and we later dug into the files for news of our old partners in crime during that last action filled year of twenty years ago. Brad Mayo, Bob Piche, and Earl Kirby were district attorneys in various parts of the country. They had decided on this career because of that gift of glibness which had won them many a controversy.