Brattleboro Union High School - Colonel Yearbook (Brattleboro, VT)

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Our Slogan PUBLIEHED O' Precedezzf, Not ' 4 Ogglgiiggeeirigger. Tradition. and June ..sW 5c '-'Jo SUbSCflP'fl0!'l, S1 21 YC31' lil ACIVHIICC S Entered at Brattleboro, Vt., Post Office as I 5111316 COPY, ZJC- Q Second-class Matter. ee I f5SAssouMlGf' PUBLISHED FIVE TIMES A YEAR BY THE STUDENTS OF THE HIGH SCHOOL AT BRATTLEBORO, -VT. VOLUME XXI DECEMBER, 1925 NUMBER TWQ ESSENTIAL TAO CHRISTMAS We are forgetting the true meaning of Christmas and must abolish much of our unnecessary celebration. Well then, let us adopt a simpler plan. First we will discard the custom of giving gifts, and by doing so we will save expense and labor. Then we will cast aside the green wreath with its gay red bittersweet berries, and the spruce tree adorned with its tinsel baubles, its colored baskets and its silver star. But that is not all. We must deny the child its Santa Claus and let the stocking remain unfilled. The Christmas carols sung by the children on Christmas Eve must no longer be sung, and pictures like that of Beacon Hill with its windows filled with lighted candles must be hidden from our sight. A thousand other unnecessary trifies like these must be destroyed. Now that we have abolished all of this unnecessary manifestation of Christmas we must be filled with only the true meaning of Christmas, the Christmas of love within us which fills the soul as nothing else does. But no. By discarding the presentation of gifts we have discarded the joy of giv- ing, and a way to show the love which accompanies it. By forgetting the green wreath and the Christmas tree we have de- nied ourselves a phase of beauty-some- thing which never should be denied. By destroying Santa Claus we have deprived the small child of the anticipation and of the old soul who is so lovable within the child's imagination. By forgetting the Christmas carols We have deprived our- selves of an emotion which only beautiful music can create, and by doing away with beautiful pictures of reality similar to the lighted candles in every window on Beacon Hill, we have destroyed a symbol of beauty which for the soul's sake must not be de- stroyed. Where then, would the Christmas within us be? It is through these material ex- pressions that we show our deeper appreci- ation for the day, and by so expressing our appreciation, we create a still deeper feel- ing. Are not these, then, necessary symbols of Christmas? I BOARD or EDITORS Editor-in-Chief ...... Marion Rice Managing Editor .. Franklin Sears Assistant Editor, Charlotte DeWitt Literary Board Dorothy Pettee ................ Helen Booth Parva Sed Apta ..... Katherine Locke Science ............ ......... C lara Crosier History ..................... Doris Robbins French ....................... Alice Darling School Notes Carlotta Nido .................. Lee Sexton Sophomore Reporter . ...... Eleanor Adams Freshman Reporter ...... Dorothy Metcalf Jokes Robert Coombs ............. Robert Culver Alumni Miriam Fitts ........... Marion Fairbanks Exchange Marguerite Wellman .......... Doris Wood Athletics Max Gissin Winston Brasor Faculty Advisors I. Mathilde Huse ...... Georgia Kauffman Business Board Advertising Manager .. Timothy O'Connot Circulation Manager ........ Thor Olson All business communications should be addressed to Managing Editor, The Dial, Brattleboro, Vt. All other communications to the Editor-in-Chief. '1 CONVENTION The snow is lying very deep. My house is sheltered from the blast, I hear each muffled step outside. I hear each voice go past. But I'll not venture in the drift Out of this bright security, Till enough footsteps come and go To make a path for me. -AGNES LEE. It would be a stagnant civilization if the world were made up of people who failed to venture out upon some new phase of life until the path was trodden for them and the way proved safe. There are a surprising number of people, however, who think that progress is a natural step in the history of the human race and that civilization needs no stimulus to better its past accomplish- If fewer people ments or make new ones. were afraid to leave the bright securityn of their own life, who can deny that civili- zation would be much farther advanced than it is now. lf each person would carry out his object instead of failing to do so because it hasn't been done, then who can conceive what a brilliant civilization would await us? Fortunate for us there have been men who have defied convention in religion, in science, in industry, in politics, in writing, -in fact in every phase of advancement which would not have been 'advancement except for them. Let everyone class himself in either of the two groups-the group of people who are willing to break the path, or the ones who wait until the path is broken for them. Which are you? IGI IEE IGI The following students have been ap- pointed typists for the DIAL: Katherine Haus, Marjorie Ober, Edna Peterson, Flor- ence Hallgren, Geneva Johnson, Dorothy Evans, Marjorie Martin, Louise Pier, Edith Streeter, .Alice Hallgren, Beatrice Underwood, Lewis Thomas and Robert Stebbins. Since much of the accuracy of the printer depends on the accuracy of the copy from which he works, all can see the importance of the typist's work for the DIAL. We are fortunate in having capable and conscien- tious students to do this exacting work. AND WE WON A parade to the football field . . . a band . . . the school song . . . purple and white banners . . . horns and harmonicas . . . peppy cheers led by four boys in white. What does it mean? It means that every member of B. H. S. was loyal to the football team and was backing it every minute of the last three games. What was the result? Our team won those three hard-fought games for us. It pays! Christmas vacation-a good time to make up all that studying we were going to do over the Thanksgiving recess. lf Christmas comes, then Midyears can't be far behind. V

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Brattleboro High School Brattleboro, Vermont '20 Competent Instructors U g Modern Equipment in Charge g :Z ' Throughout The curriculum includes the usual High School courses of study augmented by many special courses found in none but the largest and most modern schools in New England. The student body, averaging 425, has numerous advantages in the Way of clubs, band and orchestra. Its physical activities are in charge of a competent instructor. Colleges admitting by certificate accept students from the Brattleboro High School without examination. H I For further information, apply to n DONALD B. STEVENS, Principal, High School lBuilding, Brattleboro, Vt.. University of Vermont I Instructions offered in The College of Arts and Sciences The College of Agriculture The Collegelof Medicine I The College of Engineering A Music Department has been established this year. Efficient athletic instructors supervise physical education. Expenses are Moderate I ALL coURsEs ARE OPEN TO WOMEN For Catalogue, Bulletins and Other Information, Address, THE REGISTRAR, - to 01 40 Q, Vermont I - - Burlington, Vermont ew A 'lf A I l l

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Q Ghz tal f ,- I1 1 at ' . T F ! v A o MISS NELLIE'S LAST CHRISTMAS It was still quietly snowing, and all the world looked like a soft downy bed. Huge icicles hung from the eaves of the large colonial house on the hill, Inside in the spacious living-room, decorated with ever- greens and holly, hung a branch of mistle- toe, so common in England, and in the high-back chair by the Fireside sat a pretty young maiden of twenty. A jingle of approaching sleigh bells caused Nellie to start suddenly out of' her reverie, and to gaze expectantly out of the window. A knock at the door summoned Waters, the butler, a faint smile on his usually impassive countenance. A Merry Christmas to you, sir, he said politely, as he took off the gentleman's coat. Miss Nellie P inquired the jubilant young man, as he thought of a certain small box in his pocket. Yes sir, in the living-room, sir. Lieutenant Alldouse laughed boyishly, Fine weather out, Waters. He always said that, whether it was raining, snowing or clear. The hours passed quickly, and almost before anyone realized it, the guests of the evening had begun to arrive. What ia joy- ful time they had! Finally the gallant lieutenant caught Nellie under the mistle- toe, as she, for the moment unwary, had re-entered the room, pausing to survey the scene. A deep scowl rested on the brow of Colonel Carvel, for he, too, had been watching for such a chance. He had been drinking excessively, and was in no cheer- ful state of mind. Half an hour later when Nellieys father announced the engagement of his daughter to Alldouse, and that the wedding would soon take place, Carvel, with an ugly leer, arose, and with a curse strode across the room. Well, I'll have you understand that if Miss Nellie marries at all it'll be me! he roared, and with that he slapped the young lieutenant across the cheek, and de- parted. The party, so merry a few minutes before, stood speechless, white and tremb- ling, for Carvel was the best swordsman in all that county. Then the cool, steady voice of the lieutenant rang out, Who will be my second ? At dawn the next day four men stood in the keen, cold wind, two facing each other, and the others inhdeep conversation. Alldouse, his second said, are you willing to give Nellie over to the Colonel without fighting ? Never at any time will I give her to him, Alldouse replied grimly. She's mine l Thus commenced the hardest battle that Carvel had ever fought. The blades Hashed and grated time and again. Alldouse was getting the upper hand! Then suddenly, Carvel, with a lightning thrust of his sword, pierced his antagonist's defense, and two minutes later Alldouse lay prone and inert on the snow, stained with his life's blood. Sweet Miss Nellie followed her lover just eleven months later, but there was many a poor soul, who blessed her name for the sunshine she had brought to those around her during her own terrible sorrow. Carvel, the mighty, lived lonely and re- pentant for fifty long years, and at eighty- two on his death bed he muttered, Take her, Alldouse. She's yours l -MARY STOLTE, '27 SPIRIT OF THE NORTH Brandon drove a last blow into the base of the swaying spruce and stepped back quickly. just at that instant a mist of blown snow from the teetering tree blurred his vision and his ankle turned beneath his weight. As if in deadly coordination the falling tree slithered against a fellow and the butt shot viciously back, hurling the man backwards into the snow. Heskwith, -at the sled, heard the choked cry which came from the stricken man and hurried to his side. With tender hands he felt the sagged body. A touch on the chest and the wounded one's eyes opened with a flash of horror. Got your ribs, eh, boy? A faint hissing assent. 'Something in- sidge, too. Good--Lord! Don't touch- again l ' The other pursed his lips, and his brow wrinkled. You can't stay here, you'd freeze in ten minutes. I'll have to move you. He slipped an arm in under the other's shoulders, hesitated ia second at the con, tortion of Brandon's features, and with all possible care, glided with watchful steps to the half-made camp, gently de- positing his burden on the soft robes of the sled. He bent close to Brandon's face. The man was unconscious, barely breathing, and exhaling with the tiniest of gasps. Heskwith carefully tucked the heavy furs about his patient and rose, ruminatively muttering. Hell! Poor chap. Let's see-Doc Riv- ers is at Wolverine. That's sixty miles. I can't make more'n twenty a day at best- this way. He picked up the snake clog-whip. I-Ieyl Tusca, quit that! The lash curled around a dog's torso. VVe won't have any har- ness left, curse your evil hide, and we've got to get to Wolverine. With rapid, skilled movements he made a camp under the twilight of the north- ern sky. He fed the dogs, towering over them with the swift justice of the heavy whip. He gorged the fire till it roared its red Hame against the weirdness of the Aurora Borealis and drew a flush to the deathly face of Brandon as he lay helpless. It caused him to open his eyes and fix them in question upon Heskwith, who was busying himself with the preparation of the evening meal. Heskwith caught the mute gaze and grinned sympathetically. , Kind of hard, old man, eh? But 'Doc' will bring you around all right. Don't try to move. Want the furs shifted? So ho- o-o! boy! Have some tea in a minute. Everything all right F The other nodded faintly and the eye- lids drooped. Heskwith returned to the Ere and sal- vaged a capsized frying-pan at which he muttered words of profane nature. A wolf moaned ix1 the distance and the huskies lifted their noses at the stars, wail- ing in chorusing response. The man at the fire raised his head and listened to the sounds rand the tea was nearly lost because of his listening. A dog snarled at the edge of the fire-light and the listener shook him- self and replenished the blaze, till the twin dots of light about him retreated into the darkness. -1- 4: 14: at -4- sf -it -r if as The Aurora licked far into the zenith with trailing, wavering streamers of elec- tric colors..A slumberer slept peacefully by a pit of red glimmering coals and an- other lay on a sled. A lone dog wooed the wavering stars and the great wolves bayed not far distant. The silence kept watch. 4: 4: -of 14- sf 4: -4- 4: -r wk -it Early in the morning Heskwith arose and packed the sled. Brandon, half-con- seious of his partner's labors, lay without movement. Cheerfully, without grumble or lament, the well man ministered to the in- jured one, and the relation welded them together as only strong men who are friends are welded one to another. When at last Heskwith mushed his team to the south, there came not a sound, not a thought of discontent or lament from the one on the sled, though agonizing must have been the twitches and jolts of the uneven trail. So they went, this pair, into the south, slowly, for the wounded Brandon could not have lived through a day of fast mush- ing, and steadily, in the strong hope that they would find the one who could relieve the suffering. Three days later Heskwith stood in the cabin of Doe Rivers watching and listen- ing to the delirious wanderings of Bran-