Lyndon State College - Northern Lights Yearbook (Lyndonville, VT)

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1937-1938 Verlyn Volume 11 Number 1 January, 1938 Published twice a year by the State Normal School Lyndon Center Vermont Contents Cover Design. Kathryn Munn Flood. Richard Domey............... Star Gazing. Kathryn Munn.......... Ghost or No Ghost. Barbara Rose . . . 3 8 9 Editor-in-ch ief MONA ALDRICH Diary of A Procrastinating Freshman Doris Ebbett.............................14 Mana inp, Editor ISABELLE MUGFORD Teacher Training. Mr. Philip Mathewson . . 15 Prelude to Winter. Isabelle Mugford .... 17 Literary Editor WANETA WAGNER Musings on a New Year’s Eve. W. Theodore Elliott..................18 Social Editor KATHRYN MUNN Art Editor JUNE FIELD Business Manager THEODORE ELLIOTT Sayings of the Teachers......................18 Snapshots...................................19 They’re Off. Evelyn Rogers...................20 Building a Pyramid. Ruth Walker .... 23 Parody on “The Duel”. Elsie Tucker ... 24 Verlyn Circus. Flora Osgood....................24 Advertising Manager ELEANOR DAHLBERGH Play Day. Kathryn Munn Silver Night. Shirley Chase Assistants RICHARD DOMEY MIRIAM ELLSWORTH HARLAND MERRIAM Candle Light Service. Mona Aldrich . . . . Night Skies. W. E. E. D.......................... Last Song. Shirley Chase......................... Faculty Adviser DENZIL BAGSTER-COLLI NS On-Campus Observations 26 28 27 27 27 28

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January - 1938 Flood By RICHARD DOMEY Davis climbed into his trouble shoot- ing truck and nosed out into the cold damp dawn. For the last two weeks the mornings had been more or less alike, each wet with gusty winds and a steady depressing drizzle that filled every nook and cranny, every cellar and depression, even foot prints left in sandy places. At first after the warm summer the welcome rain disappeared into the thirsty earth as if by magic. Then little by little, the level spaces, the hillsides and then the wooded areas had reach- ed the saturation point. Then winter had dipped her icy fingers into the wet November weather. The earth stood still and stiff at her approach. It still rained. The already over-taxed earth presented an almost impenetrable armored surface and the falling rain trickled from the wooded areas, over the hillsides and level spaces to the rivers. Each harvested garden and every open space that had before lain choking with dust had in a fortnight become sodden and soaked and now lay drown- ing. Davis thanked his lucky stars for a comfortable house, a grand wife and three of the most perfect children in the world. He shivered at the thought of having to tramp and wallow across that soggy meadow over there on the left. The highway for him, he would stick to the world of gears and wheels awhile yet. Machines made the world go ’round, and men like him made ma- chines go. His philosophy was per- fectly simple. If everyone worked hard the machines went and the earth progressed. It was too bad that man, as clever as he is, could not have pro- vided for all this unreasonable amount of rain. He guessed God had better practice temperance. A few familiar landmarks indexed the nearness of his destination. In the distance the coppery glint of the state capitol building reared its golden dome. Silently the oily river slithered onward. A road sign just as silently sprang out of the wispy fog, for the mists had not yet left the low- lands. Montpelier, it might be said, is built at the junction of two rivers and on each, power companies had seen fit to erect a dam. As he passed that morn- ing, Mr. Davis made a mental note of the unusual volume of water topping the dam, even with the spillways full open and roaring with the foamy tide. For once the power magnates need not worry. Their dynamos would have power and plenty; maybe too much. In times past, Montpelier merchants had been forced to suffer large losses due to flooded cellars in the lower part of the city because of unforseen high waters. They had seen fit to protect themselves with a curfew which auto- matically warned them in time to allow the safe removal of their valuable stock, when the treacherous stream reached a certain danger point. By the visible indicator on the cur- few tower Mr. Davis imagined that the warning whistle must have performed its duty not so very long ago. That night after finishing his work. [3]