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

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THE BURTONIAN IMAGINATION By Sally Allen 36 Anyone who 15 wxthout 1mag1natxon lacks a vxtal quahty for It IS not only helpful but also very consohng It IS a very interesting thxng to watch chlldren at play and nouce how their lIT1ZlglIldllOl'1 works They can travel faster than any of the fastest modern improve ment IH thexr xmaglnatxon I once overheard a yery amu mg COIIXCIQTIIOII between two of the gang who were playlng together wlth make bchevc homes telephones cars and so forth The Hrst small hoy sald Wxll you come up and see me tlns afternoon And lmmedlately the answer cnne hack Yes hut don t tell my WITC Anyone who has been alound with a hunch of small boys must nectssmly he thankful for that thing called imagination It seems to me that xt would be px xtttcally nnpossthlt to be around wlth them rf they dxdnt haye xt Ch1ldren hye ln an nnagxnary world most of the tnne Young gnls xmaglne themselves as the lovehest mothers of exther perfect or naughty but always adorable chxldren or else as CXQUIQIIC movie stars The garg are glorlhed Dxzzy Deans or Lou Gehrtgs And eyen then If IS not only young chlldren who haxe cons1stent nn l,Q1H1llOD but also older ones There are many dlS'lPPO1l1lIllC1tS and trymt tnnes IU hfe whlth have to be dealt wlth Howeyer one can xlvtays escare IH lns IIHSLIIIZIIIOII to the plate Ol'3l1gH.ElOlIS to anyone and one can go whereyer he pleases There are xlways IYIISSIDQ' hnks ln l1fe as you know but all the e car he rcklaced vyrth more deh htful and happy ones by xmaglnmg Now then lf you have had '1 hard and tryxng day people have been nksome and nothlng seems to have gone well run away hy yourself to your perfect paradxse of xmagmatton SHE SMILED By Cleo Clayton 9 She sm1led Yet she had the least to snnle at How could he be happy wlth the care of a worthless drunltard who was her fzther or yylth the anvclety of a stupmd brother who had absolutely no control oyer elther his body or hxs bfillllv She dxd the work of two women She xxorl ed as clerk tn a small ard Qrnny grocery store all day five days a week and sm1led at each customer as she hnstled hls order Then she hurrled to her second job that of houselteepr and nulst 111 her so called home Nobody knows how she kept the place so neat and cle ml She had nobody that the townspeople knew of to turn to They had come five years before just the three of them Her 9lI11lC was somehow a warm g to all people No one ever spoke to her about herself or her famxly though he held the spot lwht Ill many a conversatlon Nexghbors thoueht her foohsh to hxe such a l1fe but somehow Im not so sure Maybe she knew she d be doubly rewarded for all her troubles here on earth I can see her agaln as she hes pale and wan on the dusty floor of the lxttle gro ery store A can whxch she had been reachlng for on thc top shelf had rolled oyer agamst the barrel of crackers after havtng struck her dxrectly ln the r1ght temple The smlle she wears now xs yery sweet and heavenly And when I look back hadnt her smxle always been heavenly? . , , . . , , , , , . . .. . . -,., . , ' . s - - . I .. 1 . . .. . . , I, . V 't I l A ' 4 vt tl SMI I ' ' ' A . ' 1 ' . . ' ' 1 ' ' . . ,Y . , . . .Q . V. . L . I , I r , t , -. . 1 V ' - X V . K . I I V, Y , A , . ,Q K ' . v , 1 vi vk 1 , ' ' 1' ' N where everything is perfect. One can associate with whom he pleasesg there are no ' ' ' ' r v ' Q w vs -' - Atv ' , 1 , , s . . h , ' ' 1 ' - 1 t 1 A 1 - v Y - .- U , . - --. , , J, ' . . . . . ' 1 . s . ' I Y . . . . . . ' Q . ' t . K ' . 1 T A 1 Y - v . , Y I . , t . . . 1 . . ' . ' , , f 'D ' . A . - 5 t ' T 4 , . - t V L A 4 . .

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THE BUPTONIAN THE OLD BUICK BV A Crosby, 35 About ten mllllltili of elght every mormng execpt 'i1t11rcl1ys Sund tys 11nd hol1d1ys the old Bulek pulls out of the g111f1e, '1s though lt h1d jllSt woke up 11111 felt lxll'1Ll 0 grouthy Sl e b1cl1s mto tl1e ylfd d then lets Ollt 1 11111111 1 xt' YlNVI 5, 1 m1l1es 1 f1st sprint to tl1e WIUCFIIIIQ trough where sl1e Comes to 1 stop with 1 snet e 1s though she h 1d Z1 b1d c1se of lnfluenzi Tl1e lid of her mouth ls unloelxed Ind P11 1fttr peul of w1ter lb t1l1en dow11 w1thout 1 sxmllow unt1l she gets ne 11' the e11d of her llhf pul Then she g,ulps as thou h trym to push her exeess b1el1 mto her wbdomen All tl1e while th1s 15 goxng on her H011 skid shoes 1re 'ldjllFCCd Then 1fttr ibn llf Exe mlIlUtC9 of p11nt1ng about hwe twolegeed ClCll' 1nd other 'lfllI11ll's er 1xvl mto her stomxeh She then ope11s up her groans to an llldt, t11b1blt extent just ml ses a rooster t e Corner of the house wud dodges down 1 l1ne th 1t h ls e I1 tlmrt of 'ny strxv p1p,s dogs or pr1e angorw Cxts Her f'H1lI1S IIILILISC st1ll IHOIC untx she sL1rts lrj,,s,ed an1m1ls wl1o er1wl out lnto a snowdr1ft 1nd pmeh tl1e1r FCIIVIIIIIIIL unfro L11 h11j,trs III tl1e door that WOI1t fasten All get hehmd 1nd p11sh llllfll some amm 1l suggests gettme some of that Cl'1CIH1Q.dl fuel and dumpmg III her spwre 1rts.ry wlueh ls the mum 1nd only souree to her heart Her stomuh lb ref1stened 1fter her heart lllw be 'LID Llilfpllln 'IQIII1 and wxth another 11ro1u1 etdded to tl1e others she eoes forw1rd In about a qu1rter of Z1 mlle she stops agun is mother two leeted d11r erwwls 111 We Sfdfll out 11.11111 only to tome to another stop th1s tune to rep 11r one of her slnd non skxd shoes Thls process goes on for tl1e rest of tl1e journey and when 1n s1f1ht of one of those CdL1C8E1OI13.l f1ctor1es she stops sgun th1s t1111e vuthout a tlung the m1tttr tl'l'lf 1 untll somebody gets a r11n 111 her stoelung another steps 1n I1 slushy puddle and fmgers are '1ga1n plnthed by the YIIHEZ door L1ter wl1en a thrxllmg gong., rmgs the merry company cmwl bweh 1IlfO the stomith 11nd return to the home of tl1e old Bunk w1th tlre not dlre results SPRING Bw Gemldme Rxee 38 Bxrds blrds, everywhere O11 the ground and 1n the a1r Bees buzzmg IH your car What a pleasant thmg to he1r Roblns s1ng1ng xn the1r nests Whxle they sfnooth thelr b1'1Lfl'lt red x The sky IS of a real bflght blue The flowers are of a deeper hue Sp'1rrows are blllltllflc' wll thelr nests XX7l'11lC the blueblrd Slts 1t re t Frogs stirt ero1k1r1Q 111 th pond YVhen the sun sets far beyond Flowers lDlOOIl11Dg all around Green grass growmg on che ground, Trees are buddxnq up '1boxe Ah, the sprmg 1s the tune I loxe , 29 1 A 1 ' ' 1 11 1 3, 1 1, 1 . Q- mlb . L .S Y w K i ', f 1 , 1 1 1. A 11 , an .1 1 1 1 1s ' 1 11111, :nd 1' , 1. 1. 1' 1. 11,11 .1 1 1 1. ' 1. A ',1 :Al 1 1 1' 1 ' , 11 1 1.1 1'. 1 . 1 .1 g V5.1 .1 1 1 . ' x , ' , , 1 . , , 'U lui . I ' it. I ' 1 l11 5,1 11 1 1 1 1.1l'1e 1111d 11 1 11 1., , 'z 1 ,'1 .1 ' 1' 1 Al. .1 sp11tter1nj1 and dies out ZllfOgCfl1CY. Her curses are nowhere near those of the two' 'UQ .4 i . - , 1 .Q . C. . V lx 11 ' ' . . A 1 1 ' Q ' 1 111.. 'A A' .111, A '. 1 1A 1 .1 1 . .1 .1 '1 1. 1 1 11 15, 1' ',1x1', ' ,, 1 1 1 5,11 A . 1 . 1 ' 1 5 1 1' 1:1 1 Hyg ez 1 .' 1 1' , 1 .1 5 A 1 1 1' , , f A 1. '1 .3 V 5 1. ' 1s ' A, . L ,ka i 5 S L Z. , . . V. , 1 ep 1 As, ' 1 . A . , 1 A .1 I 1, D L L ' 4 A Lx T , . K ! 1 1 1 , 1 A .. A ' 'csts, e Y K , 1 h 4 D 1 , ' I., A A '. 1 es, . 1 1 Q 2 , 1 e 'A V V 1 .

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THE BURTONIAN DEATH B R Fiske, 35 What rs death? What happens when wc die? What happens to our mmd and consclcnce and soul? We know death as a vvork NVho knows more about It than thrs except for the sorrow and dread that goes wlth 1t7 I sly dread because nearly everyone I know or ever have known dread death Thrs dread that people have of death IS a thmg that I am unable to understand NVe know that when we d1e our bodles remam ln the ground or at the bottom of the sea or ocean or wherever our grave may chance to be But, what of our mind, voice, slght hearlnff and sent1ments7 What hecomes of these They must go somewhere for rf they rem uned wxth us we would be able to talk and see and various other thxngs th 1' we do by use of the senses Vve all have trouhles on thls earth XVe all have sorrows and dxfhcultxes and deferts Is death 1 means of escape from these trlals and tr1bulat1ons7 Could we get r1d of all the unplel mt thlngs on this earth by dy1ng7 Nearly all of us have ancestors who at one tlme or another were pioneers ln some part of the vvorld IH one vxay or another Many of these people rxsked their llves daxly at tunes to save thexr people They dxdnt stop at the thought of death and mmny of the a suffered untold agomes before death overtook them In cases hke tht se they welcomed death Most of us wrll not have to suffer before death comes to us If death could he so comfort able to those people why cant 1C be just as gentle and co nfortrng to us7 We Hfht a losxn battle w1th death It always wlns at last We have wonderful medrcal assrstance but no one can cure death as yet If we can not cheat death forever why fight 1t7 Perhaps It xs our salvatlon I shall AN EVENING Bv V1rg1n1a Mart1n 37 It 15 an evemng rn summer as we drlve along the narrow dusty road Ahead of us tl e town hes nestled among the green mountaxns and hmlls cattle graze laz1ly 1n the fertxle pastures and horses whxnny for thelr suppers The lone, httle red schoolhouse sxts majestlcally on a nearby hrll juttxng out agaxnst 1r1descent sky of the golden settxnff sun As vve near the village the nolse of the flmshlng of the chores xn thus town of forty xnhabltants breaks the air The predomlnatlng bulldxng IS the General Store that sells everythrnff from pxns to farm tools At the rlght of the store 1s the Blaeksmnh s Shop where hammerlng and the d1n of a day s work have long slnce stopped Acro s the street a sm all lnterestlng group of houses stand, chrldren play on the green lawas and the vvomen gather on thexr porches chattmg eagerly On our ret :rn to the store we End that the townsmen have gathered and are busxly engaged m gossrp and matchlnv yarns Bull Jones IS telhng rn a lusty VOICE about how he got the be t an a horse trade wrth the Squxre Doc Brown a kmdly gray hanred gentleman, drrves slowly by and frxendly greetings are exchanged The storekeeper hngers rn the door l1SfCI1ll'1Q rntcntly to one of the far fetched yarns whxch everyone recelves IH a qurte half hehevrng mmner NX hen finally the last have left reluctantly we leave the town sleeping IH peace Stars twlnl-:le overhead, owls hoot ln the dlstance, the babblmg brooks run besxde us as we go along the dusty moonlit load I . v ' C ' 1 ' 4 L Y . . I . . 'L ' ' , , . , e L . 1 , 1 ' I , 4 L 1 . . K N L I v 1 . V . . . . C, . - , . 1 ' 's z . a , 5 t . 7 V .Q . . . . . . L . wx , . . at . 1 ' ' . . ' . L f 'L . L c 1 s -x 1 - n 1 ra . . . . s V I I - f ' - g . g . . . . x L -II N f N I ' L , . . m . welcome 1t wlth open arml. I . . . . , f L 5 V e 1 1- I s - 1 e . . t 3 ,, 5, . : 5 - . A L L S N 1 V . 5 . . .' ' r 1 , l L I s I 4 '. L t . L ' ' .,., L. L sl ex l I L 1 v . sq : . . z . s u I y 1 I A L I ' 1 1 ' ' ' .Aj L L N 5 YL .. L s . 5' . t . , , f ' s . , Y L - 1 - .I Il K V L f ' 1 . . , z . ' , .