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

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THE BURTONIAN QUEER HOBBIES By C Comar 37 I nexer happened to thmk of the thousands of d1fIerent hobhxes on vtlnch people spend enormous sums of money so they can be happy Stamp Collectxng IS one of the most w1despread of any of these hohh1es Thml of all the t1me and money that 15 spent to get a few small squares of paper to 10111 those wh1ch you have atta1ned already The funny part of 1t IS that the stamps won t even carry a letter Antxque collectors also spend txme and trouble Some antlque dealers spend years loolung for a ehanr or table that IS hundreds of years old After they do ilnd 1L and get lf all pohshed It IS st1ll very uncomfortable to SIE ll Another very extravagant hobby lb the eolleeuon of d1fIerent odd1t1es such PIECCS of wood from famous trees furnlture or houses b1ts of eloth IYOID h1sto11eal elothlng or flags and old t1me autographs of famous people Some of these fantasuc 1deas usually run IDIO a sm 1ll fortune 'md what do ou h ue IH the end? You have these things on your hands llllfll someone eomes alon md g1VCS you a few hundred more than you paxd for the lot About three years ago I started a hobby of savmg, old automob1le parts and after about a week my hands and clothes began to sulIer But I was CDJOQIIIQ lf unt1l my mother 1ns1sted that I d1SpOSC of my beloved junk I d1d lt to keep peace rn the family I thmk I could Gnd a lot more useful plaee to d1 pose of money than to gne It to antlque dealers or curlo shops ust th1nk of one stamp ehazr table or exen Cxndle stltk eostmg thousands of dollars' Why for the pnce of one table you could furrn h a nme room house xuth the most comfortable furmture anyone would want If Washmgton or Lmeoln could see some of the money that IS spent to get some thlng wh1ch he wore touched or had any sort of Contact xuth Im afraxd he would laugh and call the modern LCHCYJIIOII 1 norant fools DORMITORY LIFE B3 Peg y Ramsey .18 Around the dorm so dark and gray The shades of night are near The students rush fxom room to room And hope the Coast IS elear There are three bells that r1n0 at mght They make us hurry and rush They mean we ll have to get to sleep Then comes the udden hush And when we all jump mto bed Our thoughts are fastened to The m1seh1ef we have done that nzght Then someone says ker ehoo 0' Sometmmes we haxe a water fi ht And make PIC beds galore And oft the mlseluef done at night Ends up wxth just a snare' 26 4 1 - 1 V . , . Y . ' 1 ' . .. i . . . . 1 1 . 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 .' . ' , 1. 1 I 1 as s Q s 1 , . 1 1 1 L 1. 1 y :' ' . ' ' 1 ' J ' s A ' ga ' I 1 11 1 1 1' ' ' I ' , . , . 11- 11 - . . . e I 5 5 e V I I , . I 1 .Z l. , , , 1 1 1 1 1 .. , 5 I ' r e e 1 1 ' . . V Y. , , x 1 - , 1 Y ' ' 'cv 5 . v or I' ze a 1 ' 1 , 1 ' 1 . 1 1 , fs, 1 ' . 1 1 I 5 l . 11 ' ' rv - rs 1 .- Y f a 1 -M - -Y s 1

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THE BUPTONIAN La A COTTAGE INEAT AND OTHERYVISE By Anna B Heinenxvay 33 Yesterday as I was walking by the rixcr the river in 'dm hu er mexns the Battenkill you knowj I chanced to sec a pathetic cld Ggure of 1 woman trudgmg wearily across the fields toward home I presumed Interested in the tired droop of her shoulders I followed her I could llready picture her home 1 dirty little hovel with odds and ends lying around and cluttcring it up Out prrt of a u y rusting in the winds and the rain a piece of an old mowing in xchine was propped up beside a cavmv dilapidated barn Alas for my pictures or perhaps not alas for over the top of the next hill was a small white cottage nestlinff amonff the green ln ls of Vermont with a well kept lawn surrounding it The tile roof glistcned red in the sun and a man was stretched lazily in a lawn chair readme a book fhe sad weary lookinff woman gg '1 qui lt lool around at the nci hhoring birchesj she hurriedly shed her shoddy cloak and hat and emerged a trim young woman in a good looking summer dress Turning towards the man IH the chair she gave him something and then went slowly into the house A queer proceeding this My mind went over the events hast1ly and stuck a moment on the terrihed expression I had seen in the womans eyes as she had turned for a moment towards me The next mormng I learned of a raid that had taken place at a little white red tile roofed house the night before Oho' So that was it The next time I was down at the river I wandered over there and to my surprise no neat white cottage met my view Instead a dirty white house the red tile no longer gleaming and over the once well kept lawn a number of things lay rusting and rotting The meadow beyond the house was t1lled and plowed and neat rows of corn stood in military order What a contrast to the house' Evidently a farmer had taken over the place and was busy raising a crop rather than keeping a good looking house A neat house well kept lawn a bootlegger An uncared for house 1 good crop a Vermont farmer Slowly I turned back toward home A little sigh escaped me That cottaffe had been so attractive but the people 1n It well the farmer was probably a good sort and would clean up around the house after the haylng was over READING DIFFICULTIES By Alan Howes 37 Although you may think that getting the correct light is the foremost obstacle to reading it 1sn t The greatest difficulty I think is Ending the story you were readme and then finding the place There ought to be a law against serials You always lose the maga ine containing the most important chapter If you try to saxe them as they come and then read the complete story all at once you generally lo e all of them or else somone thoughtfully uses them to light the fire Even if you have all the serial somebody else is always reading it and they always say wlll finish it in a minute a minute that seems and is an hour Even if you can find the right magazine it s hopeless to try to find your place You see you cant win It s better not to read at all or buy the book when it s been marked down to two ninety eight nr' 4 L ,J 1 T 4 W l - , , ' Q r ' i 1 Q 'Qt 1 : ' , , . ' ' w r 4 ' ' , 1 . Z '- 1 . - 1, 1 N , ' ' . ' ' . side, 1 h gg lay 1 ,' by ' ' . Q . .. .v - . 3 1 K 3 , ,A , L D b L. ' 1 A I ' -- x N. V r ' V L 1 x - . . . I . C, l F , ' ' 5 ' r uve . ic' t . r Vg , ' country and apparently seeing nothing, fl was hidden momentarily in a group of young . ' . f K . V . . .. . . I , ' . ,, . r . Y 1 x L I , V . . 1 . , , . . ' f I , ' 1 V l K .g. v . V - 1 , . - , 1 Y' . t . . - cl ' . L ,., . . . .. ,. , 'Q s 1 . . 'N I 7 . . . , , . . . T , n - 1 a a ' ,., I . . It 1 z' ' ' ' . . ' , , 5 Y Q ,Y . v . L 1 . , , L . . 1 , , . . . . . - t H . , ., . . . 1 ' ' '

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THE BURTONIAN A RIDE T0 THE CLOUDS By S Matson 37 We arc a wreck' Such a txme as Dorothy Brooks and I had We went for a rude ln an aarshlp yesterday and whlle soarxng above the clouds accxdentally dropped our purse out of the plane We leaned over the edge to see where lf had gone Alas' over we went after lt We fell and fell untll finally we landed on solnethmg soft and squashy We sat up and d1scovered that we were slttmg on a huge fluffy cloud The dream of our hfe had been to saxl through the a1r on a cloud We crawled to the edge and peered over Far down below us stretched green fields wmdmg roads and blue streams In the dlstance was a stretch of blue green water Closer and closer to thls floated our cloud untll we reall ed that vte were drlftmg over the Atlantxc Ocean Soon the shores of France came mto slght and as we salled over Parls we looked down on a large hospltal and saw a grave dxstmguxshed lookmg doctor hurrymg through the grounds NVe saw at once that xt was Davxd Brooks Rolling a wheeled chaxr alonf' 1 narrow walk was Clara Covey 1n the garb of a nurse The wmd suddenly veerecl and blew us down mto Africa There under a banana tree was srttxng Geraldine Goddard teachmg a group of l1ttle Afr1can chrldren thexr Sunday school lesson As we saxled over Mevuco City somewhat later we looked down to see Mary Edgerton busnly engaged nn pxckmg potato bugs We notxced to our consternatlon that our cloud seemed to be floating nearer the earth and that Instead of bemg wh1te rt was hecommg decxdedly grayxsh but sxnce we were not qurte so hxgh we could see people more plalnly We saw that we were now over Washington and we looked down at the Whlte House to behold Katherme Kelly Presxdent of the Unlted States In a jxffy we were over Pennyslvama There we looked down to see Grace Lock wood gently coaxmg a cow to eat corn flakes Now we were frxghtened indeed as our cloud burst and wlth a mllllon rain drops we fell down down until we smashed mto somethxng hard amxdst a loud cracklmg and squawkxng' An angry voxce rang out and someone grabbed us by the arm We looked up and there was Anna Depew yelhng angrxly Get up' Get up' You have broken through the roof of my best hen house' NIGHT By Alan Howes 37 The nlght 15 calm and stxll A breeze fans the dark trees And wanders oer the r1ll The orange moon comes up And I can hear the bark Of dxstabt hungry pup The yellow moon goes down And as I near the town The stars begm to pale Thelr feeble lxght to fall A blazmg ball of fire now No funt and weary stars The mght once more ns over now The sun the darkness mars . - , , . , . . I 1 1 . . . , . 7 V ' - , , '. . ,, . . , z ' . . .V . . Y 5 , , , , g. . .r . . 1. V . , , . . , , - , , 1 3 . , . . . . ,. , , , . . .. Q. , , , . ., . , , . K - ,