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

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THE BURTONIAN THE FIRST AUTOMOBILE By Roy T1fft 35 Its 1n the year 1900 and Sqmre Thomklns xs drlvlng hrs team of splendld bays to church on that fateful Sunday morn The Square yells Hup there Dlck come along there .hm Suddenly from down the road the queerest monster the world had ever gazed upon hove ln slaht wxth a noxse l1ke a dragon wlth the heaves and palnted a brlght red A man sat upon the seat and the Squlre thought Galbrlel was calllng for h1m 1n a dragonlzed charlot The horses began to prance and Jump and the Squxre yelled Hyar' Quxt cuttlng up foollshness The monster came closer and closer the nolse lncreasmg every 1nch 1t came The Squlre fell on hls head on the ground as the horses started off vsxthout hlm The red thmg came closer closer and yet closer The Squlre s h art came up lnto hls mouth land as he afterward remarked It s a rmracle I dldn t blte the durned thlng IH two 3 and he valnly trled to swallow but 1t stuck there The monster was now upon hrm and as he bent 1n the mlddle of the road the angel blew h1s horn The Squxre thought It was Gabrlel But lmagme hxs surpr se when the monster passed hlm by leavlno hlm standlng stuplfied and 'starlng after It Well muttered Squlre Thomkxns Ill lbe hogswaggled xt cant be beat I sure thought I were a gonner Such was the excxtemcnt caused by the first Ford TOBP By Barbara Bmkerd 32 Because I lxke to look at you I ve done your portralt 1n Olls Wlth Memory as a model I dxpped my vbrush ln the sunset To pamt your rosy face Whxle gathermg buttercup gold For the halo of your haxr Your lovely eyes are the blue Of the evemng sky Wxth 1 tvlmklmg star ln each Frmged vuth a thunder cloud To keep the tears away Then your petulant mouth Whose lxps are not the carmlne of the poppy Nor the scarlet of the maples Nor the crlmson xn the sunset I staxned With my own heart s blood And now vou are laughmv at me Wlth the ghastly radxance of the moon Oh how I llke to look at you' 4 4 ' 1 1 4 1 - 11 1 I . . O1 . ,, , . 1 . . . u . . . ,, . . ' ' ,- - nl - 11 1 A - 1 1 1 . , . . an . -.4 , 11 1 - - 1 - ' ' 11 - , . . V . L v . , . . . ll 11 . . L 1 Y cv 1 1 - f 44 11 X - - H 1 - 1 v 1 1 ' 11 66 D 1 Q - 1 X 1 , . . . N 1 4 . . 7. . . . ,. 1 1 1 1 1 . V. , .1 o 1 , .

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THE BURTONIAN WEIGHED AND FOUND WANTING By Barbara H Binkerd 32 I told you that I loved you That you were more 'beautiful than lbeauty s self I looked into your llmpxd eyes I kissed your painted mouth And I believed lt Then you sent me to the country To fetch you some new toy And now I ll never love again For I have found a newer love A greater love a truer love You are a city siren she a village maid You live in Hell she dwells in Heaven She has the mountains you the towers She owns the trees birds fields and bavbbling brooks Pure white snow and heavenly skles The yellow moon and all the twinkling stars While you have streets and mighty rivers Soot and bustle shops and theatres I must go 'back to you I know For you are clothes and cocktails You are noise and adventure Combined with exotic beauty But my heart will remain with her Who is literature and deep thought Who is a calm harbor after storms Full of love and cheer While I am young You will thrill me O City But I shall die In the arms of my beloved Vermont REMEMBERING By Beatrice Latremore 32 I cant remember serious things Like presidents and dates How many miles to Txmbuctoo And how the market rates But I rexmemlber foolish fwords That you have said to me And just how white a moon can look Albove a lilac tree The crinkled way your gay eyes laugh A funny dream all tatters- Calm and comfort of your arms Not anything that matters And shining lights along the Great White Way.