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

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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

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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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i D i l u I 1 A i 4 ' , 'ss 7 ,,.. v -1- ' 13 NOT ON THE PAGES OF A HISTORY BOOK After Columbus led the way by his dis- covery of America, numerous others fol- lowed in his footsteps and explored the islands which were thought at first to be those of India, but which have since been named the Westlndies. We have read in our history books of how Balboa explored what is now Central America and was the first man of Spain to gaze upon the mighty Pacificg of how the Spaniards were led by their greedy desire for gold to explore the mainland, colonies already having been founded on Haiti. But did you ever hear of how the fearless Balboa came to be cap- tain of a crew of Spaniards that found the Pacific? One day a company of about fifty left Haiti and started on a journey of explora- tion. They sailed into the Caribbean Sea and, after two days sailing, the sailors were astounded to hear someone tapping in the hold and crying, 'tLet me out! The cap- tain ordered the barrel holding the captive to be opened. His orders were carried out and a young man, dressed in rich silks and velvets, appeared. Several of the sailors knew him to be the most daring and ad- venturous man of the time-Balboa. He had been put aboard by his friends to, escape punishment for debt. He had the reputation of being able to gain more gold unfairly and spend more on nothing than any other man in Haiti. In due time, the sailors looked to Balboa as their leader and finally mutinied against their captain. The captain was only too glad to return to Haiti, and Balboa led the expedition on. After crossing the mountains with his band, he saw the Pacific from a high pinnacle and took possession of it in the name of Spain. A governor was sent to Haiti to rule over the new land of islands, but he was a tyrannical old Spaniardg he mis- treated the natives and even his own coun- trymen. Balboa at this time had already gone back. to the coast of the Caribbean, ordered his men to take his two ships apart and carry them over the mountains to the newly discovered ocean to be reconstructed there. His friends had sent him word, while this was going on, that the new gov- ernor was too domineering and harsh, so Balboa, ever a lover of justice, sent word, secretly, to the King of Spain. The cruel governor found out about these secret com- plaints and .ordered Balboa to be executed. While Balboa's men were waiting on the L , Y The tal shores of the Pacific for the tar in the joints to dry, before putting the boats in the water, the governor was on his way with his band of soldiers to carry out or- ders. Balboa had heard of his coming and set out over the mountains, ever brave and fearless. He met the governor half way, and before sunset Balboa's followers mourned at the death of their gallant cap- tain. YELEANOR ADAMS, '28 LET'S LAUGH! . There is one mode of travel known to man which has lasted throughout the ages. It originated with the first man Cunless we accept the Darwinian theoryj and, all sci- entific pessimism to the contrary, bids fair to die only with the last man. This method of covering ground is known as walking. However, men did not long remain con- tent with such a slow method of transpor- tation. He observed that certain animals could move more rapidly than he and being of the great and mighty race of man, the motto of which might well be We shall be obeyed, he resolved in all seriousness to place their speed at his disposal since he could not rival them in that speed. His mind having once been made up, we shortly find him astride the back of a horse. Men have always clung to the idea that women are comfort loving. Therefore, they should be the last to object when we say that it was probably a comfort-loving woman who first thought of riding quietly at the back of a horse and not on the back. Be it said for the man, however, that he probably arranged things so that she might have her way. From the primitive conveyance he con- trived many other conveyances. A rickshaw with a coolie between its shafts might, perhaps, number among its ancestors the first carriage of the first man. So, also, the graceful sedan chair of France in the time of the old French aristocracy. From it come the automobile, the train and the aeroplane. -ETHEL BARBER, '28 DAWN LOST The hours Hit on silent feet Like footsteps in the snow, Soft whispers in the misty street With shadows come and go. l wonder, while the hours pass, lf Dawn has lost her way, - And lonely wanders back and forth To seek her sister, Day. The world awakes to rise and greet A tardy Dawn and slow- Who finds at last a misty street Amid a drift of snow. -ELIZABETH CRAM, '28 11 P. W. BURROWS 41 Main Street Cigars, Pipes and Tobacco ' Confectionery Full line of Fishing Tackle Br Ammunition Periodicals and Stationery Fresh Fruits, Vegetables and Groceries AT YOUR SERVICE J. E. BUSHNELL Telephone 572 94 Elliot Street R. H. Brown 81 Co. Hardware Paints, Oils and Varnishes 110 Main St. CROSBY GRAIN STORE Godfrey Crosby, Prop. Flour, Feed, Hay Grain and Cement Tel. 135 Rear of Harmony Blk. HENRY C. CULVER Electrician APPLIANCES RADIO si MAIN ST., BRATTLEBORO, VT. Satisfactory Service Guaranteed at THE CUSTOM LAUNDRY Hugh Agnew, Prop. Millinery All the newest ideas made in our own work rooms DONNELL ca, DAVIS The name for quality and distinction Fine Tailored Clothes Made to Measure Dry Cleaning and Pressing F. A. Dunlevy 83 Main St.