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

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8 TRAGEDY I tore madly out the door and down the walk, had hurried on my way for perhaps a hundred feet, when, glancing at my books, I gasped and stopped short. I had forgotten my precious Algebra ! I tore madly back, well aware of the fact that the minutes were flying. Once more I re- sumed my journey. I hurried along till I could see the front walk of the school. There I breathed a sigh of relief, for there were at least twenty students in the same plight as myself. Suddenly everyone started running, and I, judging that this meant that either the three-minute bell or the last bell had rung, sprinted accordingly. After bumping into various individuals, also trying desperately to reach their re- spective home rooms, I finally reached my destination, Room 25. There I glanced at the clock and breathed a sigh of relief- I had made it! I seated myself and looked contentedly around-then a horrible thought dawned-I had forgotten my Gym suit!!! -DOROTHY METCALF, '29 A TREE GONE BY What countless numbers of things an old man can tell you he has seen, for he loves But how many more has Of course, not all old to tell his secrets. an old tree seen. trees, but one in particular which I mean. It rests majestically on a bare and rock- strewn hill where I can see it every morn- ing as I lie in bed. In the morning sun- light it stretches its long bare arms to the sun as if pleading for a better life than its allotted share. Long over a century it alone had been a silent witness of man's doings, both right and wrong. Many are the lovers who have pledged their vows 'neath its once inviting branches, where as children they used to play. Once it was a favorite home for the wild birds with whom it loved to share its home. But all that was long ago. Now the old, homely, bare and weather-beaten sentinel shares no more the wonders of its life, but still stands as a lonely guard and keeper of secrets never to be revealed except to its own heart now nearly cold, as nature has played an- other wonderful and awesome trick upon life. -GORDON BRIGGS, '28 EDITORIAL America has well been called the melt- ing pot of the earth, where race, color and religion is blended into one nation and governed as one huge family. It seems the more incredible when we consider that every Hag flown on earth, every color, both moral and physical, of humanity, and every type of individual is represented in our masses, all to be united together under the same standard, each to be helped as an individual. Of course every one presents be tal a problem to the government-a problem which must be met with some solution. The negro crisis came in over yellow immigration States reached its climax whites are always placing 1865, the trouble into the United in 1924, and the new obstacles in the way of social, economic, and political harmony. Their self-esteem is so great that they cannot bear contact with any ideas but their own. So afraid are they of pollution, that no race but that to which they belong can enter their churches, at- Elhr Eta! Published five times a year, October, December, February, April, and June, by the students of the High School at Brattle- boro, Vermont. Subscription, 51.25 a year in advanceg single copy, 25c. Entered at Brattleboro, Vt., Post Othce as second-class matter. l92I was. X ss Assoc Member Columbia Scholastic Press Assn. THE DIAL BOARD Editorsin-Chief .............. Elizabeth Cram Asst. Editor-in-Chief ....... Eleanor Adams Managing Editor ............ Edwin Amidon Asst. Managing Editor ..... Joseph Ferriter Literary Department Ethel Barber ..............,.. Shirley Chapin Parva Sed Apta. ........... Frances Bennett Science ............. ..... E lizabeth Austin History ........................... Irene Boyd French ..... . . ............ Berangere Turgeon School Notes Mary Grifhn .............. Catherine Heaphy Sophomore Reporter .......... Elinor Holden Freshman Reporter .......... Margaret Cram Jokes Percy Booth ................. Walter Manley Alumni Helene Sparks ....... . ......... Ethel French ' Exchange Dorothy Metcalf .......... Emma Belargeon Athletics Edwin Pratt ................. Stratton Morse Art Karah Fitch Faculty Advisors Mr. Haigh ..................... Mrs. Kendall Business Board Advertising Manager.. ...... Alton Wyman Circulation Manager......Everett Hartwell All business communications should be addressed to Managing Editor, The Dial, Brattleboro, Vt. All other communications to the Editor-in-Chief. tend their schools, or appear at their theatres without the instinctive shudder of the spotlessly pure, or the noisy objections of the worldly wise. The feeling that they are the most exalted and the most en- lightened race on earth must be very satis- factory, but is not especially conducive to the broadening of the sympathies or the development of the intellect. Even in small localities and in the schools are such preju- dices shown as would make the entertainers of them blush with shame if they would but see how trivial they are. Instigated by their parents the students in some schools of the country go on strike, be- cause there are too many colored students among them. Education is spreading. Is social democracy spreading or becoming but a name, an empty term, a meaningless ideal? We go abroad to become acquainted with foreign' peoples, to study foreign habits, observe foreign idiosyncracies, yet we have them here at home, all around us, and do not notice or appreciate them. How bored we are, though the entire world moves daily before our unseeing eyes. It would be extremely dilihcult, if not actually impossible, to find a person, at least in the average intelligent circles of society of the modern world in general who has not a longing to go somewhere, travel to some place where he has never been. Such a desire is sometimes unex- pressed, or hidden so well that no one could guess that it holds a place in the con- sciousness. At times it bubbles up, how- ever, brought to the surface, perhaps, by a few chance words dropped from the lips of a speaker unaware of this effect, by a line of poetry, or by contact with some happy, roving nature. This passion for the road inherent in all, this restlessness may not always be defined as discontent with the home but as a wander fever the victim of which, when caught in its grip, is sent roaming the world over for some- thing he has not-health, gold, romance, or something even he himself could not name. Perhaps his preference is the sail, perhaps the Stagecoach or, if his tastes are more modern he may like better the auto- mobile, steamboat, or airplane. No one may be advised as to his mode of shipment from place to place, for some may wish to bum their way about the world, while others like to be borne along in an excess of luxury like the majority of tourists do today. To whom does not the north call, whom does not the east allure, the west summon, the south draw forth? From whose heart do not these words of Robert Service call forth an answering sentiment: There's sunshine in the heart of me My blood sings in the breeze The mountains are a part of me l'm fellow to the trees. My golden youth I'm squandering Sun Libertine am I, A-wandering, a-wandering Until the day I die.

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. low he could see the dark smoke coming up from the chimney of his only other stop. He pondered long over the temperature and the large package which was bound for that far-off home. With a sigh, he moved on, driving the reluctant horse forward. When he arrived in the door yard and heard the shouts of the young Paulsons, he felt rewarded for his labor in getting their clothing to them in time for the win- ter session of the school at the corners. -MARTHA HOLLAND, '30 A MOOD Have you ever been in the mood when you have wanted to go away-'way up in the mountains to a land where you could do as you pleased? But perhaps you have never heard of such a place-a place where Contentment reigns and where, 'tis said, one finds the most peaceful spot on earth. I have often thought of such a land. It is not a place of fancy-you can actualy go there, but on foot or by horse, for there are no railways. It has no dealings with other countries and has no ambassadors or bothersome foreign relations, or any policy except to mind its own business. It has never been known widely nor do its people have any ambition for fame, They have no progress or thirst for knowledge. Every man does what is right in his own eyes, for there are no police, no nobility and no classes. At times when living is tiresome we yearn for nothing else than to be forgotten and forget, to go where there are no colleges to make you want to learn, no wargwno laws, no business, no societyp to goifiifo this kingdom hidden away in the mountains. ' If such a place there be-how I long to be there! -ELEANOR R. ADAMS, '28 NOW AND THEN The magnificent Spanish galleon drifts majestically across one's vision. The sails are let out to their full capacity, insuring speed. Entwined about the masts is a lattice work of rope ladders. On the up- per mast a small platform has been built where some old sailor probably sat watch- ing for the approach of an enemy, and was always on the alert to spread the alarm of danger. The ship itself is brightly col- ored. Many vari-hued flags adorn the masts. As one's gaze drops from deck to deck his eyes are attracted by a dozen oars protruding from the side of the vessel. The oars move with monotonous precision, which fact makes the mind revert to the terrible torture chamber in the hold of the ship. There the galley slaves must endure the most horrible existence, praying con- tinually for death to release them. The ship sails quietly from one's mind and we realize that the fashionable ship model which now adorns many homes was the mode of travel of many centuries back. -FRANCES BENNETT, '28 Zllibea ial HETEROGENEOUS TRIPS I am a map traveller, and sometimes in the evening, for an hour or more, I pilot my good ship Imagination over the tur- bulent waters of the Atlantic into the Arctic regions, if the weather at home is warm, or into the Mediterranean Sea, if the weather happens to be cold. This' mode of travel is very exciting, quicker, costs nothing, and best of all is not conducive to sea sickness. I cannot fitly describe the thrill of imagining one's self dropping in to eat blubber with the Eskimos, or lunching on spaghetti with a handsome Italian. Many a time have I docked on the North Sea and partaken of frankforts and beer with a jolly German, and then taken a flying leap to Ireland to consume great quantities of corn beef and cabbage. One evening, on a trip to Australia, the natives served me with a plate of delicious muttong the same evening I dined on chop-suey with the Chinese. Tonight I plan to visit England, for I am very fond of tea, and I certainly shall not overlook the delicious wine of France. Never was there a steamship company equal to mine. -KATHERINE STONE, '28 SUNSET IN WINTER The sunset is gold, a deep gold with a reddish tint, There is a long splash of the color across the southwestern horizon be- low which the sky' is truly green, as the ocean. The bright hues melt into soft pink and lavender in the south and east. Twilight, and its ghostly shadows, come with quick noiseless step over the snow, searching eagerly here and there for stray bits of the day, to cover them with its sombre black cloak. Clouds gather at the south, some purple, some a deeper shade of the sky. The heavens become blue with that same rich dark coloring that they must have been long ago during the evenings when Perrian soothsayers and magicians used to study the planets and stars. More beautiful than the most startlingly red sun- set could be, this picture is one of the mas- terpieces of God's handiwork. -JULIETTE MILLER, '27 COLORS Colors are characteristic symbols and of great importance today. Why is it that cooing babies are dressed in the softest shades of blue and pink? No one knows, but by constant use those colors have become symbolic of young childhood, The child who is running around and getting into mischief that none would dream of has a color set apart for her particular use. As you well known she wears the tinted rainbow hues that set off her piquant nature better than the deceiv- ing lighter or darker shades. Going on up the ages of the woman, we '7 lind the young girl of high school age wearing the brightest colors that signify Life itself, gay and untiring, the Harlequin of the stage of the universe. The young mother clothes herself in the more dignified shades while she is starting her daughter on her career of colors. No- body can forget a mother who cared for every trouble in a dress of a quiet color. Last of all we come to the dear old body whom so many children call Grandma She could not be the same in the flaming colors that stand for the whimsical younger generation. -MARTHA HOLI.A'ND, '30 WINTER SPORTS To some the winter is a season to be dreaded. In their poverty they are exposed to the cutting blasts, the snow, the ice, the long dark nights, the lack of many sources of employment. To others, winter brings exhilaration and enjoyment of the keenest sort. Despite the chilling blasts the people gen- erally are ready for a sleigh ride, skiing, skating, sliding, hockey, or some other sport. To see them is an inspirationg to take part in them renews the youth of the aged, and strengthens the young. Few sports seem rougher than the tum- ble in the snow or the well-contested battle with snow-balls. N To enter with zest and care into a real enjoyment of outdoor sports, in the brac- ing months of winter, is a part of wisdom. Wise care blended with hearty earnestness should rule our winter enjoyments. -IRENE BOYD, '28 INDUSTRIOUSNESS Your English teacher says to you on Monday, DIAL themes are due Friday, and you think to yourself, Well, I ought to write a good one, I've got four whole days and nights, I guess I won't do it until Wednesdayfthough, because I want to go skating tonight, and there's a good pic- ture tomorrow night. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday all go past and on Thursday your English teacher says, In case some of you were absent I will repeat tomorrow's assignment-'DIAL themes. ' - Oh dear! you were going to write yours last night, but you think you'll have to squeeze it in a study period as you pos- itively can't stay home tonight. When that particular study period comes you think, Now, what will I write, a description or a narration? I guess a narration will be bet- ter. What will I write about? Oh dear, half the period's gone and I can't think of anything. I guess I'll have to write a description. Now, what will I describe? Some scene will be easiest, And your English teacher receives a nice description of a sunset given in about 50 words. -GRACE FITCH, '29

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T' 1 : I -1 HMAGPIE LANE Not long ago during a trip of exploration I discovered Magpie Lane. I was charmed by it, and since then have made several trips through it, each time being a little more pleased by my discovery. The secret of my pleasure is this: only in Magpie Lane may one enjoy the privilege of a Chairoplane ride. Only by this en- chanted way may one come to Little Por- lock Town or find the wonderful new way to London. In no place but Mag- pie Lane does one find such friends as Old Man Long Ago or hear such music as the Bagpipe Man can play. The lit- tle firs one sees in Magpie Lane stand windless, All darkly, all starkly, espe- cially when one wanders along its woody path at dip of dusk. But I have not yet told what and where Magpie Lane is or who showed me the way there. Nancy Byrd Turner has written a little book of poems for children which every one ought to read, 'whether grown up or not, named Magpie Lane and in it are these lines: Magpie Lane in Oxford Town is a lit- tle Crooked Street. Wonder if a Magpie once on light and thievish feet, Running in a zigzag way, mighty sly and nimble, Hid a chain, a lump of wax, a penny and a thimble. Then, they laid the city out, and found the zigzag line, Traced it to a shabby hole, full of treasure fine CA lump of wax, a penny old, a thimble and a chainj, And built a little crooked street and called it 'Magpie Lane.' The atmosphere of the whole book may be found in these few lines, and the author, Nancy Byrd Turner, certainly gave to the world a treasure fine when she wrote up this charming collection of child verse. -ELIZABETH CRAM, '28 TOMORROW'S TANGLE By Margaret Pedler Tomorrow's Tangle by Margaret Pedler is a most fascinating book. Jill Wedder- burn, well-known artist, is the heroine of the story and a most interesting characterg be tal while Straton Quayne, an equally well- known author, is the hero. Jill and Quayne fall in love with each other. Quayne, thinking the woman's place is in the home, asks jill to give up her painting before she marries him. This she promises to do and so they marry. After an extensive honeymoon they return to live at Quay- ling, Straton's country home, Quayne, busily engrossed in the task of writing a new novel, entirely neglects Jill and leaves her very much alone. N'ot that he doesn't love her, he does, but in his enthusiasm for his work he unmind- fully neglects her. Unhappy without her painting and feel- ing very much alone, she turns to Garry Lester, a friend of her studio days. Then the tangle develops, and a good many to- morrows pass before it finally straightens. During this time Quayne nearly loses his wife. This is considered to be one of Mrs. Pedler's best books, and it is filled with thrilling situations, and a facing of many difficulties in the search for true happiness in liying. -HAZEL DANIELS, '28 JEREMY AT CRALE Jeremy at Crale is a modern novel written by a noted author-Hugh Wal- pole. Whoever likes college life and likes Walpole's style will certainly like Jeremy at Cralef' The main action of the story centers around the college cam- pus. His friends, his ambitions and his one great enemy occupy the foreground of the story. As a football hero and an idol of his companions he is more than ever en- joying his college life. But beneath all this there is something that always makes Hugh Walpole's books very interesting. -JOSEPH BAKER, '29 M .s M M Science Department M W W LEPROSY History tells us that leprosy is one of the oldest diseases. It was first spoken of in connection with a disease epidemic which spread throughout the Nile Valley in about 1500 B.C. It is quite probable that many skin diseases in the East were thought to be leprosy, but it is hard to tell whether it really was or not. It is not strange that leprosy is feared by the people because it is an extremely difficult illness to cure. As it is a skin disease, it is very disfiguring, but under the right care the nodules some- times disappear and the person becomes Well again. Leprosy, although it is a tropical disease, is often found in cold climates. It is not 9 a disease characteristic of civilized or un- civilized races, but of those that are un- sanitary in their domestic life. A healthy person can catch the disease by kissing, shaking hands, sleeping in the same bed, and by unnourishing food. There are three types of leprosy. The first type is nodular. In this type only the skin is chiefly af- fected. In the second, which is the anes- thetic, only the nerves suffer. Ofttimes, due to different causes, the disease affects the muscles. As the muscles become fibrous, deformities are caused. The third condition, which often follows, combines the symptoms of the first two and it pene- trates the bones, causing a softening. Lep- Dr. is a rosy develops with hardly any pain. James A. Tabey says that leprosy chronic disease, but it is not as evil as it is said to be, nor is it hereditary, A ques- tion which is often heard is, Is leprosy contagious? In this day of sanitary con- ditions, fear need not be entertained con- cerning the contraction of leprosy, .Physi- cians who have had experience with the cure of it tell us that they do not know how the germs are transmitted to a healthy person except through the mucous mem- brane of the nose or throat. Chaulmoogra oil seems to be the only effective medicine. This oil is made from the seeds of the Kalow tree which grows in the deepest jungles of Burma. It is extremely difficult to obtain the Seeds from which the oil is made, as the natives must risk their lives in getting them. The seed can sometimes be obtained in the bazaars of India. Until recently, about four or five years ago, in fact, no white man had ever seen the tree. Under the auspices of the United States Department of Agriculture, Dr. Joseph Rack traveled through Burma and India trying to find the Kalow tree. However, he was successful and sent seeds to Manila, Singapore, Washington and Honolulu. One can hardly exaggerate the importance of cultivating this tree which is the only tree from which oil can be made to cure this terrible scourge of humanity. The Marine Hospital in Caroille, La., was the first United States hospital of lepers. Established in 1921, it is situated on the Mississippi River, twenty-five miles from Baton Rouge and about one hundred miles from New Orleans. It is located on a four- hundred-acre tract of land that was for- merly an old plantation. It is one of the most modern of the hospitals supported by the United States Government. There are in this institution five doctors, four- teen nurses, two chaplains, two hun- dred clerks, mechanics and day laborers who look after the comfort and health of ex-soldiers and others. Of the five hun- dred patients received since january, 1921, about seventeen have been absolutely cured. -HAZEL DANIELS, '28 K I