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

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2 The Rial THE BREAKER OF DREAMS SCENE l. A jireside-with a jire just for cosi- ne.r.v, -as Pierette would say. Pieretier Oh, Pierrot, to climb into that cloud beyond the mountain, to take its downy softness in my hands, to be wrapped in its lightness, and to drift through its white purity! Pierrot Ccynicallyjz Its downy softness is but damp, cold air, and its pure white- ness is only a cold gray. Why, it is only fog, just fog. Ah Pierette, dream away, but let it always be but a dream. Pierctte: You advise me to dream after you have all but broken it? CHope- fullyj I shall dance in it, skip in it .... Pierrot: You will fall through. Pierrette: And it will be your fault. I could have done it, but now you have broken it Pierrot Cdistantlyj : A cloud is ...... Pierrette Cstill hopefullyj: I could skip in it, dance in it ..... Oh, but I couldn't now. CSingingj Keep the dream you've made today Store it in your heart, And when you're tired of Pierrot's play Take your heart apart. Pierrot: I have it. A cloud is a collection of visible vapor, suspended in the up- per atmosphere. Pierrette: Not being satisfied with breaking my dream, he attempts to break my heart. Pierrot: I shall send that definition to the new definitions department tomorrow. Pierette: Yes, I will keep my dream if I can gather the pieces together. Oh, Pierrot, don't you see what you have done? I was dreaming away and you broke my dream into a thousand piices. Don't you care? Pierrot Cindifferentlyj: I'm sorry if your dream amused you. I was trying to give you some advice. I must go now. fExitj Pierrette: He has seen someone he likes better than he likes me. Oh why can't he love me, when I love him so much? CSingingj Go, Pierrot, you fickle man. Go and seek your lover VVhere the flowers all bloom at night And butterfiies still hover. Go and take her in your arms, Kiss her golden hair. May she break your dream in two, Escape, and then you'd care. Then you'd come to Pierrette You'd love to see her smile But she would gaze far o'er the hills And sing this all the while: Go, Pierrot, you fickle man, Go and seek your lover A Where the flowers bloom at night And butterflies still hover. Yes, I shall make a dream that he can't break. I shall fall in love with a man who is cheerful all the time and nice to me. Vllhen I meet him he shall fall in love with me. Then would Pierrot be sorry? He shall be quite tall and straight And he shall be quite slender. I-Ie shall gaze into my eyes With loving glance and tender. I wonder if he is far away. CGazes wist- fully up at the cloudsj. SCENE 2 The cloud beyond the 1n0untai11. Enter Pierrette: And Pierrot said it was fog! Cln ecstacyj Every downy particle of it is mine to sing in, to dance in, to skip in! When I am tired I shall lie on the edge, and look aboveme and wonder who is in that cloud away up there. I wonder if my cloud will be gold or pink at sunset. When I am tired of gazing into heaven I shall look below me, and watch the people coming home from the market- place. Perhaps I shall catch a glimpse of Pierrot! I wonder what he will think when he finds I am not at home. CRuns and looks over the cloud's edgej. I don't think I would even hurt myself if I jumped from here. I would land right in that field of heather. Pierrot said I would fall through, but when I walk in it, it is so light and fluffy .... CSingsD This blue sky is filled with clouds, Snowy, soft, and white. Take your choice of all but this, In your skyward flight. There's a cloud beside the lake, And one above the pine, But the one beyond the mountain Is not yours, but mine, just mine. CEnter Strangerj Oh, but who are you? Didn't you just hear me say that this cloud belonged to me? Stranger: Pierrette, look at me. Pierrette: I don't know how you should know my name, and I have been look- ing at you. , ' Stranger: Do look at me again. Pierrette: You are tall and dark and slen- der. VVhy you can't be .... . Strangelz' Perhaps I can. Pierrette Cto herselfj: , He shall be quite tall and straight And he shall be quite slender. He shall gaze into my eyes XNith loving glance and tender. St1'a11ge1': Come let us sit on the edge of the cloud. It is beginning to become golden now. I have a great deal to tell you. Pierrette Cpuzzledj 1 But how did you find me, and how did you know whom you were looking for? Stranger: For a long time I have been searching over the earth for someone to love and laugh with. Many loved me but I loved none of them. Pierrette Qoverlooking his egotismj : When did you give up looking for someone to love and laugh with? When I happened upon a little Stffanger: fleecy cloud and found that someone. Pie1'ret1'e: And so your little friend of the cloud Stranger: returned your love? Didn't she? Pierrette: fto herselfj Pierrot once said that a woman must keep her lover guessing, always guessing. QTO himj She wouldn't love you until she knew you were worthy of her love. Stranger: So I must prove to her that I am worthy of her love? Pierrette: She cannot love you until then, I'm sure. Stranger Qreflectingb : How does one prove his worthiness? Pierrette Cto herselfj : I am soihappy. Oh, I knew I would find him, but I did not think it could be here. Do I love him? Do I love him? If I don't then I can- not know love. How handsome he is! His gaze is even tenderer than I had hoped, and he is much taller than I had dreamed. Stranger Ctaking her handj: Pierrette, dear Pierrette, are you thinking of the beauty of our golden cloud? Perhaps you are wishing that you were down on those green fields or over on that tall mountain. Pierrette: I feel as though We were Hying through heaven, high above every other cloud, and if we jumped from the edge we could 'drift away beyond the mountain and never come back to earth. I feel as though we might sing a song a thousand times sweeter than the lark's I hear. It's like a dream. Stranger: Do you know what that is called, when one feels like that? Pierrette: Pierrot says it is love. Stranger: So you are sure you are happy? Pierrette Csuddenly rememberingli Keep the dream you've made today Store it in your heart And when you're tired of Pierrot's play Take your heart apart. T ' E , I

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, ----- -W 4- i Our Slogan: PUBLISHED Q ' October, December, l Pfecellenl, Not February, April i Tradition. and June i GQQUIITERSCII l Subscription Sl a year in Advance, 5 Foulwtb HABISOILQ' Entered at Brattleboro, Vt., Post Office as l giggle Copy, 255. I92I WIS. f Second-class Matter. l 1 l X If I FSSASSOGATWX l PUBLISHED FIVE TIMES A YEAR BY THE STUDENTS OF THE HIGH SCHOOL AT BRATTLEBORO, VT. VOLUME XXI OCTOBER, 1925 NUMBER ONE N THE DARK AGES of our infancy, when thought is in its most primitive state, our desires are still too insufficiently devel- oped for us to be fully aware of, or dis- satisfied with, our surroundings. A tiny piece of brilliant color is enough to make us gurgle with delight, while a noisy rat- tle is an excuse for a violent show of ecstacy. As years advance, however, a desire to investigate that around us is created and we begin to think. In fact, we think about so many things which we cannot answer for ourselves, that life is made unpleasant for those around us through our incessant questioning. Then a fairy book is placed in our hands, and what fantastic pictures, what desires, and what dreams are created in us! A new door has been opened to us and we explore the room beyond with unfailing eagerness. But soon again we tire of this room and desire to open the doors leading from it. Our school life begins, and we start to question the truths which before we have always accepted. XNe begin to delve further into our minds for the answers to our questionings. By so doing we have suc- ceeded in opening new doors, beyond which vistas, before unknown, are revealed. Our view is broadened and we begin to possess historical, scientific and mathematical facts. Our understanding is increased to such a point that we become conscious of more and more of the truths of life. NVe find that the doors which are opening reveal such fascinating rooms that we want to ex- plore them, analyze them, then enjoy them. Always the lure of a new door, the lure of the unknown, draws us on. Our contemplation of nature, our in- creasing appreciation of poetry, our study of books, our religious knowledge, and the broader understanding of people gained through new friendships, open new worlds to us. All this means education. Is your educa- tion making your life richer, is it opening up to you worlds before unknown? I BOARD OF EDITORS Editor-in-Chief ...... Marion Rice 2 Managing Editor .. Franklin Sears l Assistant Editor, Charlotte DeWitt , t 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 ........... Dorothy Benware 3 I Lee Sexton Sophomore Reporter ....... Eleanor Adams - l Freshman Reporter ...... Dorothy Metcalf l Jokes Robert Coombs ..........,.. Robert Culver Alumni Miriam Fitts ........... Marion Fairbanks Exchange Marguerite VVellman .......... Doris VVood Athletics Max Gissin .............. VVinston Brasor Faculty Advisors I J. Mathilde Huse ...... Georgia Kauffman 1 Business Board Advertising Manager .. Timothy O'Connor 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. FRESHMEN ONLY! A freshman onlysbut do not let the upper-classmen make you feel as though you are only a freshman, nor let them make you feel, by thus encouraging you, that you are the only freshman. There have been thousands of freshmen in the history of the high school and you are but one, and as a Freshman probably will receive your share of advice. Among other pieces of advice which such a name as Freshman inspires, is this. You must remember that it takes nearly a year for B. H. S. to find out what each of you is capable of doing. You cannot get into outside activities immediately, but do not get discouraged. Remember there are three years ahead of you. If you go out for the activities now open to you and establish yourself in your high school as a student you will find that as soon as you are eligible, you will, if you go halfway, get your share. Make such a good reputation for yourself that we may read in the future DIALS about The Distinguished Class of '29, The question has been raised whether or not any member of B. H. S, shall belong to two or more than two clubs. The in- dividual is often more interested in one club than another, consequently he will give that one more of his time and work. Since the number of students belonging to more than two is comparatively small, the matter probably will be left to the individ- ual. Are you a liability or an asset to your club? Act accordingly. 'The best school paper in Vermontfl The phrase haunts us. A mingled feeling of pride and fear are aroused within us, pride for our predecessors, and fear for our fu- ture. Vlle start with that phrase always before us, and with the 'desire to deserve this commendation. Has the DIAL an ideal? It has tried to maintain high standards from the very be- ginning, and each year's board has tried to improve upon the magazine in as many respects as possible. Because its ideals and goals are not always attained, it is with trembling hand that the Board informs the readers that it has adopted as its motto- originality Vlle are glad to announce that as a result of the freshman contest for DIAL reporter, Dorothy Metcalf is chosen for the position. The editor will be glad to receive any constructive criticism of any issue of the DIAL. Vllho would believe that B. H. S. has become so complex that when a student is told to go to the office, he asks, Which office ? That, however, is the case. The editor of a newspaper has an ad- vantage over a magazine editor. He can comment on the weather without having his readers wonder which day's weather he means. A B. H. S. student has yet to receive an average of A+ for four years. l

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But if I go with him, I shall never have Pierrot to play with and my dream will no longer be a dream. Oh what has hap- pened? No dream and no Pierrot. Life would be dull without my Pierrot, even here. No dream? No Pierrot? CShe buries her head in her handsj. Stranger: You are not crying, Pierrette, are you? Surely if you are happy you are not crying. Pierrette Cweepingbz But I am not happy. Oh, Pierrot, Pierrot, why don't you come? You must come, Pierrot, I am dying. SCENE 3 At the jireside. Pierrot Ckneeling at Pierrette's sidejz Pierrette, why did you cry out in your sleep? Are you ill, my Pierrette? CTo himself, If Pierrette should die, oh God, my heart would break. Can't you save her? You must, you must .... Cfalls at her feetD. , Pierrette Cdazedly lifts her headb: Have you come, Pierrot, have you come? I thought you had gone forever, I thought .... . Pierrot Ctaking her in his armslz I love you, Pierrette, I love you. Pierrette: Oh, if what I dreamed had been true-I am so happy that it was only a dream, for I thought you had gone out of my life. Piewfot: Ah, Pierrette, dream away, but let it always be but a dream! - -MARION R1cE, '26. A NIGHT WITH NATURE One night my friend Bill and I attended a meeting of outdoor enthusiasts. There we heard of the wonders of nature and the joys of spending a night in the woods. Full directions were given for spending said night. We copied down parts of the recipe and decided to try it. We took all the necessary equipment and some that wasn't necessary. We had vast quantities of matches, a small tent, some cold food, blankets for making the bed and several axes and knives. Now when I can think with a clear and unprejudiced mind of that night it seems as if we must have looked like a small hardware store as we started away. We were given a hearty sendolf by all the small children of the neighborhood. As I am very modest, I felt like MacMillan starting for the North Pole and Bill looked like Columbus after he had discovered America. After we had shaken off the multitude we started to look for a suitable place to make camp. Our directions called for a centrally located place protected on all four sides from the wind. We found many cen- trally located spots but none that met all the requirements. Some were not pro- tected from the wind and others had no good place to pitch the tent. However, our . f ' be ual greatest difficulty was in finding water. VVithout water a man cannot live. CThis from our directionsj Consequently we must have it. After much weary tramping we found a place where a thin, worn-out stream of the precious liquid dribbled wearily over the rocks and came straggling by a centrally located spot protected on four sides from the wind. An ideal camp- ing spot at last! The next thing to do was to put up the tent. According to the recipe there should have been two trees in the middle of the clearing from which to sling the tent. We found a couple of trees and although the tent hung a little crookedly and was hung over many stones we didn't think we would mind that very much. Vile didn't. Not very much!! As we were Ugreenhornsn we made the usual mess of our beds. There were three beautifully sharp roots under my blanket and I think Bill was blessed with several immovable stones. After we had made our snug habitation We supped frugally on cold food. Then we lit the proverbial campfire. This was sup- posed to give out a comforting warmth and to rest the weary traveller. Unfortunately our fire failed to do this. It smouldered litfully and went out whenever we turned our backs. However, we ignored this diffi- culty as all men of the great outdoors should do and sat around the ash heap waiting patiently for bedtime. I didn't want to be the lirst to propose going to bed and neither did Bill. I was very tired and was fitfully dozing but from fear of being called a coward I didn't say a word about going to bed. I think Bill was al- most asleep also. We sat like this for al- most two hours and then Bill rubbed his eyes, mumbled something about being tired and getting up early tomorrow morning and went off to bed. I rose also, doused the fire and said in the most cheerful voice I could summon at this occasion, Well, Bill, I guess I'll keep you company. We can't sit here all night. Then we lay down and entrusted ourselves to the gentle wiles of Mother Nature. The three sharp roots all took their toll in my ribs and back. Bill was saying some very harsh words against Nature in general and against sleeping on the ground in particular. Neither of us slept that night. Added to our already numerous gentle rain from the morning, As discomforts we had a heaven about three in the tent was located on the side of a small the brook passed bank the drainage to through our blankets and added greatly to our appreciation of the wilderness. After having been soaked for half an hour we gave up the struggle and sat around in our pajamas until daylight. I have often wondered what would have happened if anyone had seen us at that early hour. However no one did, and at five we departed for civilization. -JAMES FERRITER, '27 3 THE CALL OF THE WANDERER The instinct of the Vagabond is found in nearly every man. The passion to see strange places, to make new and wonderful discoveries of beauty in foreign lands and faraway places has a place in the soul of every man. Men seek an Eden wherein all is beauty and matchless perfection and all the earth is their stamping-ground. They who must remain at home and curb this urge of the vagrant spirit, listen, fascinated to the tales of the fortunate who wander. Or, if he may not hear these personal nar- ratives he may read of the gypsy life of many famous vagabonds in their works. Among these authors loom Robert Louis Stevenson, George Borrow, Harry Franck, Herman Melville, jack London, and many others. Among the most famous of the living is Frederick O'Brien. It has been that same fever of travel and lust of learning of strange places that drew the great discoverers of history out upon the seas, and across plains and moun- tain ranges. It was the ever-present-knowl- edge that there was an unknown beyond the horizon-a land to be explored and shown to the world. This was the power- ful magnet that drew Marco Polo out upon his famous wanderingsg it was this that set the Vikings out on the seas to Vine- land , and it was the same irrestible pull that tugged at the spirits of Columbus, Drake, Magellan and a thousand other leaders. They were not satisfied with that of which they knew-they must needs Search out new fields, new and hitherto unknown lands. And it is thus with every man. If he be red-blooded and of keen spirit the call for enlistments to the army of vagabonds will come and he may respond. Bliss Carmen and Richard Hovey have heard it, for they wrote: A VAGABOND SONG.u There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of moodg And heart is like a rhyme, VVith the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time. The scarlet ol the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by, And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills. There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astirg We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each Vagabond by name. -L. W. SEXTON, '26 , firm, Yfrr V iw, -A