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

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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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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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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 ..............,.. 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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.