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

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6 Our friend, who had made an early start for the little village of Washington, N. H., in the company of three other members of the fair sex, two of whom, like herself, knew nothing of the route to be followed, soon discovered that the road map, upon which the driver placed absolute reliance, was a snare and a delusion. Almost the first act of the misguided ladies was to pass by their road to Washington without noticing it. They rectified their mistake, however, and, directed by a kind but per- fidious Italian laborer, sped merrily on their way. But alas! soon they were hope- lessly lost in a tangle of highways which the map failed to mention. The travelers appealed to a farmer, and were told to take the second road to the left. However, since they were unable to tell roads from paths, they were soon as much in distress as ever. At last, after retracing their steps several times, they discovered themselves on the right road. Nevertheless there was one more disaster in store for them, for they failed to make the right turn, and after an extra trip of several needless miles, they approached their destination from the rear instead of from the front. fCONSTANCE KNIGHT, '29 THE LIGHT OF LIFE What visions dost see, oh thou child of the Morning, Standing alone at the gates of the day? Shading thine eyes from an east that is burning, Watching a sky that to primrose is turning, Is it for life and for love thou art yearn- ing? ' Dost wish to be up and away? What flight dost thou follow, oh man of the noontide Standing alone on a hill that is far? Hearest thou winds through the brakes . that are sweepingi? See'st thou clouds thaffrom mountains are leaping? i Oh man as thou watchest, art laughing or weeping? Q Methought in thine eyes was a star. What glories, what stories, dost see in the sunset Facing the west at the close of the day? Why shadest thine eyes from the light that is streaming? VVhy turnest thy head from the warmth of its beaming? Art thou a man, or a god that is dreaming? Alas, must thou up and away? -ELIZABETH CRAM, '28 The cover for this issue was drawn by Exilda Marion, '29. he tal A FORD CWith apologies to the ownerj I never have ridden in I-Iartwell's new C?D Ford And I hope that I never will have to. The kids are delighted, but girl friends looked bored, And why I am now going to tell you. The engines in fine shape tho' water leaks out And causes the driver to cuss and to shout. It's also the cause of a large water can. All this makes the girl friends turn hos- tile again. And please take umbrellas or wet you will be For a roof on this car doesn't happen to be. Now Hinsdale from this town to walk is quite far, So saddest of all is the home of this car, -BERTRAM C. BALDWIN, '29 TRAVELING I curl up in a rocking chair Before the fire's warm glow. And then I start my traveling All by myself, you know. I've been the guest of kings and queens Who lived in times of old. l've seen the fair-faced princesses And the knights so strong and bold. One time I met a pirate band, - And after a fierce fight They carried me off to a Cave, Dark as the darkest night. Sometimes I visit Vikings brave, Up in their northern home. And ride with them across the waves Following where they roam. I've been most everywhere, I guess, There's nothing I don't dare When I'm euddled up before the fire In my soft rocking chair. -LINNEA WENNI-LRSTEN, '30 WHERE DREAMS COME TRUE I wonder if I'll ever find The land where dreams come true, That rosy place of hopes fulfilled VVith sky of dark, deep blue. Sometimes I think I never shall, The way seems long and dark, The path is strewn with hopes deferred i And time has left its mark. But if I strive to do my best And keep that thought in view, VVho knows but what I yet may find The land where dreams come true. -EMMA BALARGEON, '29 O flwiiedflpli 5-Ililllllill-lllllllllIlllll WORLD PEACE There are, on this earth, many different races of people and there are many differ- ent languages. The time we spend on earthly ground is short, but why should we embitter it by wars with other people? If the vast ocean of hate and great dis- tances of misunderstanding are to be over- come, we must do it with the weapon- travel. How much pleasanter the time we spend on earth would be made if the rivers of distrust could be spanned by bridges of fellowship. And the material for their structures must be-travel. The mason who will first lay the cornerstone of world peace must of a necessity be-travel. Elec- tricity, fire, and water do wonderful deeds for us, helping us to live better and more comfortable lives. Yet when they get out of control or into the hands of irrespon- sibles what great destruction and terror is created. Travel, like these, should be con- trolled. We wouldn't think of telling a half-wit about a power plant because of the danger it would involve for him and the trouble it would cause for us. Yearly, thousands of half-wits travel to foreign countries with their superior aimsgand in- sulting ways. Because a laboreggfi'-i3sA been left some money he decides to trifiiel. With no education and a swelled head lie travels through foreign lands, setting forth his views and criticisms of France, England, Germany, Italy and America. To promote world peace we must first remove the half-wit and the radicals from the power house of travel, then and only then can travel serve us as does harnessed water power, improving living conditions. Peo- ple mentally unfit with an enlarged and audible idea of their own and their coun- try's greatness should be banned from the field of travel. Let them ,set forth their views in their own countries, but not in the countries of foreign people who are quick to take offense. Then, and only then, can world' peace be seen winging its way through the centuries. -CLARENCE NVATSON, '28 AN EVERYDAY JOURNEY The road was a cold, bleak one that wove itself in and out among the bare, rocky hills. The driver of the open team cupped a cold, mittened hand over a red, unprotected nose, as he rose to the highest peak of the mail-route. He stopped his horse for a moment and looked at the view from that point. In the distant hol- L - --. -4

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trees of all manner of fruit. Heaps of fruit had fallen to the ground. My hunger demanded instant attention, so I ate some fruit. After I had eaten I felt joyous and re- freshed. I started humming a tune I could not recall I had ever heard before. Strange! Was the fruit enchanted? Darkness came suddenly, a wonderful moon arose. Across the lake shot silvery beams-never stirring-a silver lake. As I sat watching this beautiful picture the trees started to sway. Did I hear Magic in their murmurings? Their whisperings lulled me to sleep. As I opened my eyes, a glorious sunrise was before me. It far surpassed the one I had seen the morning before. The lake, which had been crystal clear, became sud- denly alive with colors. These colors were reflected all around me and I was in the midst of a glory such as I had never seen. For three days I lived thus giving no thought to the morrow. On the fourth day, as I awoke, I saw a white and golden vision in the center of the lake. It came toward me, walking on the surface of the water. I saw it was a woman with rippling sunny hair. Her gown was misty whiteg her feet were bound in white kid, trimmed with ermine. As she moved, she seemed a glimmering, shimmering vision. The emblem of peace. And if I had had quiet and rest before, something undefinable crept into my soul and I knew it was peace. She stood before me and stretched her long shapely arms toward the entrance of the valley, and said: Go, for the world has need of you. Teach it the wonderful things you have seen here, and make it believe there is mystery, peace, magic, enchantment, and beauty. Help those who seek the truth to find it and those who seek peace to know it. You have been living in enchantment so you gave heed to nothing. But go now for a ship is at anchor in the harbor. With these words she faded into the tiny smokes. I went to the top of the hill and I be- held a ship at anchor near the island. Saved! Both in body and soul! -THYRA HERTZBERG, '29 TRAVEL IN 1978 ITH all eight powerful motors wide open, propellers cleaving the thin air, nine miles above mother earth, the giant air liner New York tore through the black ozone at ten miles a min- ute, bearing with her two hundred people bound for Seattle from New York. She was four minutes behind schedule which meant much in the times of high Speed, for, if she were late when she sped into Seattle she would be in danger of colliding with Ghz tal the trans-Pacific air liner just leaving for japan. At the speed the New York was traveling, unless the hypromiscope, which kept the motors cool in rarified atmosphere, broke, the liner could be in Seattle on time. Within the well-lighted ship people sat dining. Everything there was built for comfort. Deep overstuffed chairs were in- vitingly placed. There was no noise, for and air-tight. provided air everything was sound-proof Special oxygen apparatus which was much better for one than air near the ground. Built into the floors were large windows of plate glass protected by thin duraluminum brass. A large gyro- scope kept the giant plane steady enough for the men to bowl or play billiards, or for the women to play auction poker While sipping the new beverage Whisket. A peep through one of the windows showed the luminous green and orange stripes on the Japanese Royal Packet bound for Tokio, which had left Manhattan five minutes after the New York, but was al- ready passing it, 'Suddenly the ship shot by the ultrasign showing Des Moines, Iowa. This sign was sent up from the ground by ultrabeams, perfected in 1950. The sign was over two miles long, but it was barely readable because of the speed at which it was passed. About two hours later a deep, throaty whistle was sent from the New York by theuteleradio, to the aircraft in Seattle, warning them to 'clear the path for the great liner still fifty miles away. Every airship must be equipped with a teleradio, a combination of telephone and radio. On the New York there was a set for every person to be used on North. American trips only. In about five minutes Seattle was reached exactly on time. The huge air liner came to a stop nine miles in the air. Then the helicopters were put to their work. CThese are the big propellers on top of the ship and are used for descending in a straight line.l The ship dropped nine miles in as many minutes, landing in the space pro- vided for it in the municipal airport, hav- ing made the complete trip in three hours and forty-six minutes. From this point an aero bus conveyed one to the air liners bound for China, India, South America, Hawaii or Alaska, or an air taxi transported one into the city to the roof of any large building or to a landing place in any suburb or, by means of helicopters, into the air garage of his own home. -I. STEWART BARNEY, '31 THE DETOUR AM the detour. For long years I have wound calmly on my way, over through the vales in have been beloved by the hills and happy obscurity. I many and hated by none, Now, suddenly, I have leaped into a notoriety which no O 5 one need envy me. Rich men, poor men, beggars, and thieves heap curses upon my rugged, brown back. For the most part I am staid and dignified as becomes my years, but sometimes I enjoy a little joke of my own. I see nothing wrong in 'collecting a little mud puddle around a corner to skid the unsuspecting motorist on his way, by chance into a little ditch, and, if he has heaped anathema upon my whole length and breadth, I feel fully justified in shak- ing him from my back, Perchance my pa- tience has been unduly tried by urban sarcasm and the purring insolence of the lords of the road as they nonchalantly slither over the boldest and steepest por- tions of my anatomy. Then with demoniac glee do Iawait the coming of the lowly Elizabeth, not that her approach is sooth- ing to my nerves, quite the reverse, but the rattle, the bang, the grinding and grat- ing are quite in accord with my mood. It is not long. 'ACome, come Elizabeth, I whisper in- gratiatingly, you can make it on high. Elizabeth makes a valiant try, as I knew she would, but on a narrow curve her last breath is spent. Then close in upon her those insolent lords, limousines, racers, coach, and sport model-their drivers mut- tering invectives. Elizabeth heeds them not. I chuckle and shake with mirth, but they do not notice me above the throbbing of the impatient engines. At last all must ignominiously back down the hill again that Elizabeth may make a final try. I have my revenge. -ELEANOR LYo'Ns, '30 TRAVELS WITH A RQAD MAP T has frequently been assertedby wiser men than I that travel broadens the mind. This statement is doubtless true, in so far, at least, as travel gives to many that enlarged ego which in vulgar parlance is known as a swelled head, However, in other cases, the effect of travel, especially when it is aided by that instrument of torture, a road map, is flat- tening rather than broadening. We won- der why it is that the route which on the map seems by far the easiest and the most direct, is, when the traveler attempts to follow it, always composed of a series of the country's worst highways and most be- wildering crossroads. Our own experi- ence with road maps has completely dis- illusioned us. After a few experiences, such as the one undergone in trying to discover the home of a relative when, by the aid of a map and the directions of kind- hearted natives, we found ourselves en- deavoring to climb an endless and steep hill with ruts at least a 'foot in depth. We turn a cynical and ever-enraged gaze upon road maps, and proceed to disregard them. The sad tale of one of our acquaintances is only a confirmation of our judgment.

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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