Montpelier High School - Record Yearbook (Montpelier, VT)

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Firnt Ron': M. Greaves, S. MacAulay. D. Clewley. S. Lindsay. Miss Branch. C. Barney, J. Blodgett. E. Ladd. B. McGibney. Second Row: L. Poirier, G. Holmes, J. Somers. M. Johnson, C. Herschel, S. Somers, R. Robinson, D. Curtis. Third Rote: W. Woods, C. Nims, G. Young. G. Reynolds. Record One of the hardest working organiza- tions at M. H. S. is the Record Board. Supervised by Miss Branch, the staff members strove to put out a year book which would be bigger and better than those of previous years. To help finance this project we held a very successful food sale in October. In addition to this we sold M. H. S. book covers at intervals during the year. The Board also sold candy bars, cokes, ice cream, and potato chips at all of the home basketball games, with the members of the Board taking their turns behind the counter. Board The staff of this year’s Record is as follows: Editor Claire Barney Assistant Editor Susan Lindsay Senior Write-ups Martha Johnson Myrna Greaves Beverley McGibney Lois Poirier Feature Writers Dorothy Curtis Gertrude Holmes Jacqueline Somers Sports Writers Grant Reynolds Chandler Nims Artists Shirley MacAulay Carol Herschel Business Manager Elaine Ladd Assistant Business Manager Deane Clewley Advertising Staff Roberta Robinson Sandra Somers Treasurer Jane Blodgett — SEVEN —

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First Row: Miss Briggs. Mrs. Small. Mrs. Spaulding. Mr. McClelland. Mr. Chastney. Miss Newton. Miss Kettelle. Miss Dixon. Miss Branch. Second Row: Mr. Hurley. Mrs. Tobey. Miss Sault. Miss Bretell. Mrs. Barrows. Mr. McDonald. Third Row: Mr. Shipp. Mr. Bolding, Mr. Carbaugh. Mr. Towle. Mr. Aiken. Mr. Myrick. Missing: Mr. Brown. Mr. Caswell. Mr. Coane. Miss Hallgren. Miss Holmstrom. ROBERT H. CHASTNEY Principal of Montpelier High School He was a short powerfully-built man with features so rugged that they seem- ed to have been carved from granite. He spoke with a slow twang character- istic of sea-faring men who were born and bred on the Maine coast. His for- mal education had ended when he left a one-room school at fourteen to go to sea; but he was the wisest man I have ever known. He truly belonged to the age of iron men in wooden ships. One summer day while we were sitting on an old wharf idly watching a lobster- man paint his boat I asked, “Harry, were you ever shipwrecked?” “Yes, just once, on Christmas Eve of 1901. I was second mate of the three- master ‘Sophia Ann’. We had put out of St. John for the Sugar Islands with a cargo of lumber on December 21. A southeaster struck us when we were a- breast Cape Ann. It snowed so hard we couldn’t see the length of the vessel ahead of us. The deck, the deck-load and the rigging were coated with ice. Suddenly our main-mast gave way and fouled the rudder. While we were try- ing to cut the rigging away a huge wave hit us. It carried the captain over- board, tore away the rudder and took out the foremast. Then we wallowed in the trough and began to take in tons of water. There were four of us left so I put us all on the bilge pumps in shifts of two—thirty minutes on and thirty minutes off. After six hours of pumping our cook said ‘Boss, the water’s gaining. What do we do now?’ I replied ‘Keep on pumping.’ After ten hours at the pumps one of the crew called out ‘The decks are al- most awash. We’ll soon sink. What do we do now?’ I replied ‘Keep on pump- ing.’ When you have been at the pumps for ten hours in ice cold water up to your knees even death loses some of its terror. After eleven hours at the pumps, on Christmas Eve, at dusk, suddenly a Gloucester fisherman appeared right be- side us dimly through the driving snow. They saw our plight and four of those codfish-chokers put off in a dory and took us off. I remember nothing after I jumped for that dory until I woke up ten hours later in a snug bunk on the Gloucesterman. Ever since then I have felt, whenever I was working my heart out on a hope- less job, there was just one thing to do. KEEP ON PUMPING.” — NINE —