Burr and Burton Academy - Burtonian Yearbook (Manchester, VT)

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THE BURTONIAN A MOONLIGHT TRIP T0 FAIRY LAND By Ol1ve Grlfflth 34 and Cmderella umarmed the Prmce and llved happlly ever afterward 'Ihe book dropped to the floor wlth a thud I dont see vxhy they couldnt have marrled each other I thought drowslly Clnderella should have marrled let me see lxttle Jack Horner Ol somebody l1ke that instead of It always belng a Prlnce A small voxce that seemed to come from a great d1st mce spoke The ound came nearer and I heard the words Would you llke to come w1th me and see the homes of these people and the way they l1ve'7 Not marrled to falry prlnces but to people of thclr own k1nd Before I had tlme to answer there appeared 1n the shaft of llght from the moon a snow whlte axrplane whose wlngs strangely appeared to be feathered and whose propellor resembled the head of a goose but neverthe less the strange creature was an a1rp1ane Out of the cockplt on to my wmdow s11l stepped a spry lxttle old woman who greeted me wlth a cheery laugh and a questlon Don t you remember me? After a moment s thought I reallzed that of course thls must be Mother Goose modernlzed For although her haxr was snowy whlte lt was dressed 1n the latest fashxon and her cloth s spelled Par1s 1n cap1tal letters Can you be Mother Goosev I 1nqu1red st1ll qulte spellbound That happens to be my name she answered gally My purpose on thls readlng about l1ve The llttle v1llage IS qulte near here Youve probably passed xt a good many tlmes on your way to the Clty Now Jump 1nt0 my llttle alrplane here lb6S1d6 me and we ll soon be there I acted lmmedlately urged on by the gay laughter and chatter of the l1ttle old lady Somehow I had always lmaglned Mother Goose as belng rather a drab old woman w1th a poor sens of humor But how dlfferent she really was NVe were soon off and after a very short Journey through the warm nlght alr we landed on a falry llke a1rport but strangely enough the sun was shmmg brlghtly on the llttle town nearby and daytlme actlvltles seemed to vbe takmv place What a lovely town I murmured as we walked down the clean streets past lmmaculate shops of all klnds and tmy cottages Suddenly I notxced a small slgn hangmg over a door at my left 'Baker Plum PICS a Specxalty 1t re d John Horner Proprletor Why that must be Llttle Jack Horner I exclalmed Yes answered my gu1de thats no other than Llttle Jack Horner Don t you remember thls rhyme Llttle Jack Horner Sat 1n a corner Eatmg a plece of ple He stuck IH hls thumb And pulled out a plum And sald What a good boy am I And IS he marr1ed I mquxred , . . , . U- . .... ,, , . ., . , . - ,. , i Q . 3 . Q . 1 . . , .,, IF ll' Sk if FF Pk ' , ' L , . S I : ' l ' , . - , , ' I ' W Y - U. ' U V YI , . A , l 44 H ' ' ' ' H 4 H ' H ' trip is to show you the town where all the characters that you have lbeen . . . . . . , . . . , ,, . . y K ' ' e . ' y . O . X . Y . - . . , , . , a O . .. - ' B W , C I ' L . . . cr -. . M . . , w - . H - 9 .l . ,. .. . ., - , , - .. ,, . ,. , - , , - U ' l ' l I YV , . u - I ' u ' -

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THE BUPTONIAN THE MURDER OF DUNCAN By Ruth Starks 33 At last my great chance has come Outs1de the world 1S bathed ln utter darkness I see the moon hanglng low oer the mountalns 1n the dlstance I hear the screech of an owl The great oak trees swaylng nn the n1ght breeze lbrush the1r brawny branches against the wlndows maklng Welrd sounds All IS s1lent w1th1n the castle I hear no sound except my wxfe walkxng restlessly to and fro 1n our bedroom She wh1spers encouragxng messages to me yet half afrald herself I c eep along the dark passage wxth a fllckerlng candle m one hand whale I keep the other on the bloodthlrsty dagger at my walst At every llttle nolse I Jump The HlCk8I'lIlg shadows seem to shalpe themselves 1nto ghost lxke bemgs Oh' why d1d I come on th1s murderous venture? I must retrace my steps I stumlble toward our room No I must not go back I cannot The lady would be angry wlth me I am a man not a coward Again I start toward the death chamber Thank God' At last I am here I open the door nolselessly slxp 1nto the room and crouch there xn the shadows trylng to muster enough courage to go on I hear the fitful lbreathmng of the guards Surely my entrance w1ll not arouse the1r drlnk sodden m1nds I step llghtly 0 er the1r sleeplng bod1es At last' I stand poxsed over Duncan the dread :ful dagger ID my hand I try to encourage myself Steady steady old fellow He lxes there sleepmg peacefully as a babe 1n 1ts cradle Somethmg snaps ln my head I Jalb the dagger deep 1nto hxs 'breast Hls breath comes ln short gasps and then dnes out I pull my dagger out of hxs now s1lent 'breast I crlnge at the slght of tmcklmg blood upon the bed and at the slght of my blood stalned dagger Oh' what have I done I grow pan1cky wxth fear Cold chllls chase each other up and down my back I must cover my murderous deed Wlth swlft fleet movements I smear the guards Ibodles wlth the nauseatmg blood Then I hurrledly take my leave Stumblmg and grop1ng my way through the dark passage I at last reach my room exhausted My mfe glorles ln thxs treacherous deed At last' We are Kxng and Queen DUSK By Jessxe Bolster 34 Frogs a smgmg A soft blown breeze Ruffllng the grasses Tlltmg the leaves Stars a twmkllng In a fadmg sky Llttle llghts f1lCk8I'll'1g As lbugs go 'by Water a gurglmg In a brook nearby A sllm half moon Wlnkmg an eye 18 e 1 1 . . I . , , . . , . . . . A 1 - 1 1 , X . . . . , . . V . . . , . L ., . - W - 1 . , . . - 1 - 1 1 1 1 . ' 1 . 1 ' , , . . . - . . , . . , . , . . ' 1 1 ' , 1 . . , . . , , , . . , , . Y. . . . . - 1 1 ' 1 1 1 ' 1

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THE BUPTONIAN Indeed he IS declared the llttle woman Hls Wlfe Clnderella employed 1n the local shoe store as an authorxty on the latest fashxons ln shoes Why how app oprnte' I samd Of course rt 1s' she retorted as IS everythmg and everybody ln thxs town For mstance Juli oe Nxmble who Jumped over the cindle stlck 13 now a dealer 1n brass candle SLICICS and IS marrled to Red R1d1ub Hood a Red Cross Nurs How mterestmff I murmured And then she wen on as we continued down the street there IS The Plcd Prper who charmed all the rats wxth hrs muslc and led them frovn the town Well he IS the lnventor of the Sure Flre Rat POISOH and IS very happlly marrled to Mary Who Had a Llttle Lamb They are Pardon me I xnterrupt ed but w1ll you please tell me who lxves ln that dellghtful httle cottabe over there pomtmg to a snow whlte lxttle lblllldlflg wlth red roses ramlbl no ox r rt You should be alolc to te'l from the appearance of the bu ldlng Mother Goose chlded Snow W l11te and Rose Red l1ve there and conddct a modern beauty parlor ln part of' he house wxth Goldy Locks who apphes Blondme Knot a dyej to the head ff the customer as thexr asslstant Mlss Muffet the dletlclan and Raounzel the haxr dresser are also employed there And that lxttle brown snngled house next door she contmued fbefore I dancmg teachers Haus l and Gretel And thxs pomtmg to a house that was unusual ln that lt was almost the perfect shape of a shoe IS the home of The Old Woman Who Lxved ln a Shoe I thmk you may not have known that she IS the mother of Lrttle Tommy Tucker who sang for his supper and Lxttle Boy Blue Tommy Tucker IS now a crooner and Rudy Vallee s most dangerous rlval v hxle Lxttle Boy Blue IS the comet pla5 er ln the Falry T1me Tunes Orchestra Another son of thls same Old Woman of the Shoe IS Georgle Poroxe who lus td the guls and made them cry He although stlll unmarrled 15 quxte the rm in about town And do you :mean to tell me that the Old VVoman VVho Lived ln the Shoe was really the mother ol tno e three boys? I asked astounded She certalnly IS and a proud Grandmother besides And my compamon gave me the pleasure of hearm her dellohtful lauoh agam Llttle Boy Blue lS marrled to Llttle Bo Peep who lost her sheep and sne IS the manaber of the local newspaper s I :st and Found column The next house p esen ed a charmlng front vlew ln the form of a colorful flower garden Blower of every hue adorned the front yard and m a. gllmpse through a vuhlte one to the back I could see a thrxvxng veoetable garden All the fences about the lxttle house were covered wtxh bean stalks Oh Ill bet I can gue s who llves here It must be Jack and the Bean Stalk I fa1rly shouted trlumphantly But he 15 only one of the mhabltants Mother Goose saxd Mary Mary Quxte Contrary rs hrs wlfe Do you recall that rhyme Mary Mary quite contrary Ho does your garden grow Vhth smlver bells and cockle shells And pretty maldens all ln 8. row 20 t U .,,, . , ' ,, . . y . Y is 17 44 Y ' ' , l . . . . ,, . . ,, ,, . . V . . . - , . . 1 4 '- ' O 1 V I 4 - 1 C . X Q L . Q, . . . . U y ny! U ' N ' YY Q, , . Al H 4 ' ll ' . I L 1 l 1 1 ' v - . . . , v-,, ll H ' Il ' ' ' , Y , ' . l W fe ' . .l , E A i - H . . , . ,, , . N . v , . , . Y . . . L . , V . r , , . l . . , A . , , - I , - U ' 1 v 11' U ' . - -4 1 1 ' could voice my approval of the little white housel, is the home of the . V A . ,, . . , ... . , . X . 1 X ,,. ' 1 . 1 3 Y J . . . V . . . 4 - . -A - . n 1 I . W. v v. :K ,N . ' ' ' V H V , . . , . ,, X . . , s . , ., s . , . . ,, . . G . ,, . . , - . X N L H A . g .W U V. . ,, . . . . V , Y Y , . N I 1 '. J ' .H Y , . . . . , l f 1 v N n ' , . .5 ' , v ' 344 , ' ' fy H , l S A ' ' YV ' L --' r ' y v .. . . . .. - H . ,. I , . , , ll ' . - , , Vv' , ' - n