Orleans High School - Sword Yearbook (Orleans, VT)

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RARE NQVELTIES we American people have a definite fancy toward the so-called dumb animals. In this category probably the fills domestica feat to youl, the canis familiaris of ihe canidae family Kdogl, are undoubtedly the most well nowno BSGHUSG of this fact I have taken it upon myself to acquaint you with a few of the 'lesser known domestics. I will try to arrive at a conclusion through an experi- ence of mine which took place a while ago. As a salesman, you can well imagine that my experi- ences are 'abundant, and to say the least, 'var1ed. I meet all kinds of people, good and bad, rich and pooh but I'm most interested in my prospect through his en- vlronment. On this particular day, business having been excep- tionally good, I was in no immediate hurry as I came upon one of many dilapidated shacks in this vicinity. With the customary knock, I barged in. Woe be the day that stirred'my not too well-trained ambition to this particular brancl of 'business! I had not more than taken a step into the dwelling -than I was filled with one of the most reeking odors that I ever encountered in my life. I can't recall that my labora- tory experiences ever climaxed such drastic measures.' Clearing my eyes with a severe shake of my head and holding my breath as well as could be possible. under such conditions, I began to search for the source of my bereavement. Unfortunately, I found it without having to look very far. The situation was really appalling and at the time I didnlt find it very amusing. In one corner was p goat, a black one at thatg probably the cutest goat I ever laid my eyes on. I ap- proached the thing and stealthily I reached out and patted the little beggar. Another calamity! I took my hand away to adjust my glasses and the prominent part of my face rejected the idea completely. I had hardly recovered when my acute sense of hear- ing was aroused by a very distinctive grunt. Of all things, a pig-sty in the living-room! With- out further adieu, I made a rush for the door, for at the time. I had no doubt that there was a horse in a closet and a calf in the woodbox. ' A few days later, after I hal partially recovered from this most unpleasant incident, I consoled myself by trying to conceive what might have happened had the ten- ant been home. I say, nLeave well enough alone.n Lucien Lambert '40

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THE ,SLK QF LI FE Having walked over the week for about four years, life, The first three miles, more or less level, speeds I am lucky enough to get a reminds me of the easy life same stretch of road twice a it reminds me of the path of as the road is of cement and along easily, and sometimes, ride. This part of my walk that I led as a child, which was full of happy, carefree days, of playing and going to graded school, Then as I turn off from this road, I come to a steep grade, It is then that I become aware of the hard journey that is ahead of me as I did when I entered high school. I can see all the responsibilities that are set before me and realize that I have to make the grade, New I only have myself to lean on, As I reach the top of each hiif, I have a feeling that the farther I go the more SNc'JSSful I am. Each hill is longer and steeper. .' Ihen I Uc'ch the top of the fourth hill, I look back on my four gears of high school with its trials and accomplishments, It took quite a while but I had won the grade. . Next there is a level stretch and then a bend, As I turn the bend there is another hill, then I put my best foot forward to gain steepest and longest hill career, It seems as though But there it is coming into view, and now at the top. I feel very tired, but I I rest awhile, the top of the on my journey. This is my I will never reach the top, I have arrived have to go on since I have not reached my destiny, The rest of the way is on the up-grade and is very rough, This makes me think of marriage with all its trials and hardships. Then I turn off from this course and my legs do not move so fast and I feel very tired and sunk in spirit and imagine that I am an old lady and very humble. - Finally I reach the last bend. I see a picture tht means everything. It is my destiny in the ' path 'of life--my grave. But in reality it is a house with two trees in front, The house needs painting and some of the window panes are broken, The sun, in all its glories, the two majestic trees to make a never forget. I feel a tingle in rays of the setting with the shadows of picture that I will Uf heart and my feet combine feel lighter, Maybe it doesn't sect much to you but to me it is--HOME, Thelma Scott '40

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HXITERFERENNCE? . There is s pause half-way between waking and sleep- ing in which the smallest detail may take on a realistic in ividuality a pause in time which gives one an odd sense of looking at the world from a distance, The best way to obtain this semi-conscious state is to take a book, as I did last night, pull you chair close to the fire and open the book at random. Don't upon any ae- count start to read: just let your mind wander, grasp- ing incidents and enlarging upon them as it goes, My little brother happened to be putting a puzzle together on the floo near me. It was one of those cork puzzles that go together in little pieces which rese ble anything from an Easter egg to a dinosaur. I dreamily wa ched him search for pieces, then discard them. They just -d1dn't seem to fit,--no longer pieces of puzzle, Theyfre countries--European countries, American coun- tries, islands: the whole world is taking shape, Only one piece is missing--Germany--no, there it is being car- ried by millions of tiny men, Suddenly one leaps above the crowd, shouting and directing, He seems dissatis- fied. It wonft fit, No wonder! Upon closer examina- tion it reaches fro Northern Scandinavia to the Medi- terranian. He's stumped, No, he has it, After much more yelling and gestlculating he sends a group of men south to start digging with picks and shovels. There 1t's beginning to it, Czechoslovakia is gone, now Po- land and Austria, next Denmark comes off and lt's done! The lower half fits, Still the upper half'doesn't wo k, The Scandinavian Peninsula sticks out, like a sore thumb, it must be removed, Ahi He has lti He's send- ing an army north with a huge saw, tLey proceed to cut the Peninsula frdm the mainland--straight through from the Gulf of Bothnia to the Arctic. But here co es a second figure. He's carrying an u brella and hefs wearing spate tool There! He stands directly in front of the first one, blocking his way and suspending work with the saw, Here's yet another figure entering, tall, long-1eg- ged, he steps from America to Greenland, to Iceland, calling thousands of men in his wake. He pauses with his hand shading his eyes, he looks intently at the Old World, Then s ddenly, it's gone, Rodney fitted the last piece into the puzzle and came to me for approval, Elizabeth Smith '40