Proctor High School - Proctorian Yearbook (Proctor, VT)

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10 THE SUTHERLAND THE JOURNEY After you have travelled all morn- ing You stop at a wayside Inn, And gratefully eat your breakfast Served on plates of ma. Then go on with your journey Until the dial shows noun. And sit down then at the dinner- table And eat With a silver spoon. And when the bells ring suppertime And the day is growing old. I. hope that the tin of the morn- ing And noonday's sifver be gold. H. H. 27. H-H

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THE SUTHERLAND 11 I heard the signal to come out. Tears were already in my eyes, but when I saw that hot soapy water, and thought that I'd get soap in my eyes, I knew that I would have enough tears come to drown the Otter Creek, make a big flood on the meadow. and take a few pig houses away from Meadow Street. I jumped into the tub and then you should have heard the music. Gee whiz. Ma, you going to burn me to death? You ain't going to wash my head are you? Ouch. see there, now you get some soap in my eyes. Whatts the matter with you anyway? Well, that's the talk I gave to my audience, and my bath was finished. I felt a great deal lighter then. end if they had let me go out of the house. and a great gust of wind had come up, I bet I would have an altitude record that couldn't be beaten. Saturday as a whole, was a very nice day, but it spoiled everything nice to have an unpleasant bath waiting for you before you could jump into bed on Saturday night. H. J . '26. + THE SEA Across the horizon far away, As far as the eye can see, The rippling waves by the ocean blue, Come rolling in to me. I see the white gulls wheeling by. Flying for the land. And the sun behind the fleecy clouds Shines down upon the sand. I sit upon the sea sprayed rocks That are smoothed out by age, And the dashing spray beats upon high, As if in beaten rage. The sun drops down below the waves, Leaving a darkening yawn, And the beautiful things are gone frum sight Till the wakening of the dawn. The tide rolls in on the sands of time And therets weary work to plod, But therets nothing so great on this wide, old earth, As the sea, that was made by God. '1'. S. t28. + THE ISLE OF BYE AND BYE. Just beneath that gleam of staid, That paints the Eastern sky, I'll greet the dear old days of old, 0n the Isle of Bye and Bye. Some days come with sorrow, While others come with fun, But the good old days which have been praised Came in with happiness won. My mothefs face again I see, Her head bent low in prayer; The good old days that used to he Are waiting for me there. While. just beneath that gleam of goid That paints the Eastern sky, I'll greet the fame, that all began On the Isle of Eye and Eye. F. R. t27

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THE SUTHERLAND 11 CLASS OF 1926 SENIOR DEPARTMENT 1926 CLASS OFFICERS President . Hilton Gale Vice-President . . . . . . . John Ladahouche Secretary and Treasurer . . . . Rudolph Swanson CLASS COLORS Green and Gold. CLASS MOTTO Deeds, not words. COMMENCEMENT SPEAKER Prof. K. R. B. Flint. VALEDICTORIAN J. Horan. SALUATORIAN-F. French. CLASS ROLL CALL General Course Alice Linnea Gustafson Edmund Francis Garron Gladys Ethelle Hood HiImer Theodore Johnson Hilder Linnea Johnson Victor Tiber Gladys Edythe Prouty John Charles Ladabouche Edith Lillian Undeen College Preparatory Hilton Elisha Gale James Edward I-Ioran Frances Eloise French