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

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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

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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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10 SEQZQEQQQEQEQM gg French Department WEKEKEKEKEKEKN Mon cher Henri, je vous dis, mon ami, ne voyagez jamais --particulierement avec vos parents. Vous serez beaucoup plus heureux chez-vous, entoure par les commodites aux quelles vous etes habitue. Ie n'ai vu personne que je connais, je n'ai rencontre personne d'in- teressant, je n'ai mange que le pain sec, la viande gatee, et je n'ai bu que le vin aigre, je me suis couche sur un lit dur et pauvre, et je ne suis alle nulle part sans par les camarades tres oncle et ma tante, avec etre accompagne ennuyants. Mon qui je voyage ne me permettent pas de m'amuser. lls me disent que je ne devrais pas sortir seul, et ils ne vont jamais ou je desire aller. Ils m'ont presente at toutes les jeunes filles stupides en France, je crois. Voila deux semaines que je suis tellement malheureux. Nous avons parcouru l'Es- pagne et l'Allemagne, et maintenant nous voyageons en France. Bientot nous irons cn Angleterre et alors, grace au ciel, nous retournerons at notre pays. Je ne sais pour- quoi je suis alle en Europe d'abord-il semble que j'y sois depuis quelques annees, au lieu de deux semaines. Avant hier je pensais m'amuser. Mon oncle et ma tante etaient latigues et ils etaient alles se reposer. Tout de suite je suis sorti de la maison, et j'ai rencontre un homme un peu interessant. J'allais voir Paris avec lui lorsque mes parents m'ont attrape. lls m'ont donne une reprimande, et maintenant je suis enferme dans ma chambre. Cependant je vais sauter hors de la fenetre et aller avec mon ami, Peut- etre verrai-je l'Europe apres tout. Tout 21 vous, Algeron. V--CONSTANCE IQNIGHT, '29 MON VOYAGE A PARIS L'ete dernier, j'ai fait une visite at Paris. j'aime beaucoup cette ville a cause de belles choses que les habitants y ont fait. ' Un jour j'ai fait une visite a un theatre. Il est tres different de ceux que nous avons ici. ll y a de tres belles peintures sur les murs. Cet edifice est tres interessant. ll faut que je passe quelques jours ici l'ete prochain. Un autre jour je me suis alle aux ecoles. Elles sont tres interessantes. Le maitre s'assied sur un platforme haut. ll a un grand baton dans ses mains, avec lequel il punit les eleves qui n'aiment pas rl etudier. Le jour quand je m'y suis alle, les eleves etudiaient leurs lecons de toute coeur. Le maitre est un vieillard. La maison d'ecole est tres vieille, avec de petites fenetres. Alors je suis alle visiter les magasins, 1115132 tal J'ai trouve de belles robes et de tres belles modes ici. j'ai achete une robe tres ehere mais tres belle. - J'ai visite ici quelques mois et alors je suis alle chez-moi aux Etats-Unis. Je pense que Paris est une ville tres belle. -JOSEPHINE PASQUARELLI, '30 LA JOURNEE D'UN JEUNE ECOLIER Il se levc presque tous les matins a sept heures. Il se lave avec de l'eau et du savon. Il s'habille et se peigne les cheveux. Maintenant il est pret pour son petit dejeuner. Pour son petit dejeuner il prend une tasse de chocolat ou lait avec un morceau de sucre et il mange du pain et du beurre. Apres qu'il a fini son repas, il prend vite- ment ses livres et il part pour l'ecole. A une heure et vingt minutes il rentre chez-lui de l'ecole pour le dejeuner. Il a beaucoup faim. Il mange de la viande et des legumes, du pain et du beurre et un dessert. Il boit du lait parce qu'il est trop jeun de boire le cafe. Apres le dejeuner, s'il fait beau temps il joue en dehors. A cinq heures il rentre a la maison pour le diner. Apr-es le diner il etudie ses lecons pour demain et a neuf heures il se couche, tres fatigue mais con- tent. C'est la fin d'un jour heureux, n'cst- ce-pas? -FRED WHITNEY, '28 L'OPERATION INUTILE Un oliicier anglais ayant regu une balle dans la jambe, fut transporte chez-lui, ou deux medecins furent appeles. Pendant huit heures ils ne Brent que souder et fouiller la blessure. L'officier, qui souffrait beaucoup, leur dernanda ce qu'ils cher- chaient Nous cherchons ce que vous a blessef' C'est trop fort! s'ecria le patient, pourquoi ne le disiez-vous pas plus tot! ,le l'ai dans ma pochef' -ALICE R. HERRICK, '28 UN PETIT VOYAGE Un jour Marie disait it son neveu Jean, t'C'est aujourd'hui Ie dimanche ct toi et moi, nous ferons une promenade au pare. Le petit Jean etait tres heureux parce qu'il aimait a venir au parc et at voir les animaux. L'apres-midi Marie et Jean partaient pour le pare, lls etaient alles une distance courte quand Jean voyait un homme qui vendait des ballons. Marie, disait-il, acl1etez-moi un bal- lon. Tu ne le veux pas, Jean, repondait-elle. Oni, Marie, je le veux. Marie disait, A'Non, mais le petit a in- siste et Marie l'a lui achete. Ils continuaient leur promenade. Quand ils arrivaient au parc jean criait, Je vcux voir les tigres, Marie, et il courait du, cote de la maison Oil etaient les tigres. Marie cherchait lc petit garcon mais elle ne pouvait pas le voir. Elle courait at un officier et lui racontait l'histoire de la dis- parition du petit garcon. L'off1cier commeneait immediatement a le chercher et Marie s'asseyait sur un banc et commencait a crier. Marie, disait une voix, je vous cher- che, Les tigres . . . Jean, criait-elle, je pensait que je t'avais perduf' Elle se levait et disait, Maintenant nous allons chez-nous avant que je te perde en- core. Quand ils arrivaient a la maison, Marie disait au petit, Je ne vais jamais faire une autre promenade avec toi. Cette fois me suffitf' -LINNEA WEN NERSTEN, '30 DESESPOIR Dites done, Marie, a dit la petite Jeanne. je pense que mes maitresses ne me connaissent pas! Ce n'etait que la nuit passee que je suis allee au cinema d'educa- tion et aujourd'hui elles veulent que je recite. ,Vai passe l'apres-midi en repassant ma robe pour la soiree et il etait impossible que j'etudie. Elles sont sans coeur. ,Main- tenant il me faut revenir cet apres-midi! -SHIRLEY CHAPIN, '29 . 7ETI-IEL BARBER, '28 LE TOUR DU MONDE EN QUATRE-VINGTS JOURS Le Tour du Monde en Quatre-vingts fours, ecrit par Jules Verne, est une his- toire tres interessante de voyage. Un homme, Monsieur Fogg, tres riche, a offert de prouver qu'il est possible de faire le tour du monde en quatre-vingts jours. Ses amis pensent que le voyage est impossible, tres impossible, et ils font un pari de mille livres. Monsieur Fogg et son domestique tacl-rent de suivre cette route. De Londres at Suez 7 jours De Suez a Bombay ........ l3 jours De Bombay at Calcutta ...... 3 jours De Calcutta a Hong-Kong ...... 13 jours De Hong-Kong a Yokohama .... 6 jours De Yokohama a San Francisco .. Z2 jours De San Francisco a New York .. 7 jours De New York a Londres ........ 9 jours 80 jours Mais, helas, ils arrivent en retard a Londres. Le mauvais temps, les vents con- traires et les accidents les ont retardes. Monsieur Fogg, tres triste, va chez-lui mais bient6t son domestique court clans la chambre de M. Fogg et crie, A'Vite, vous avez une erreur de jour!-Allez! Allez a vos amis!l Le domestique avait raison. Ils allaient vers le soleil et, par consequent, faisaient un jour sur le voyage. Monsieur Fogg et Son domestique etaient encore heureux -EVERETT HARTWELL, '29