Proctor High School - Proctorian Yearbook (Proctor, VT)

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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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B THE SUTHERLAND and smile! If there is someone in your crowd that is trying to pick a fight with you, forget this and just smile. The smile will rid you of the evil that might have been uttered from your mouth, had you not smiled in time. When you are wandering in a strange city. you feel pretty lonesome. Then, when you meet someone who smiles at you and perhaps says a few words to you. you instantly feel as if the city was not such a dreary place after all. Of course there are many different kinds of smiles. There is a right smile and a wrong- smile. The right smile is the one we all like to see. It welcomes us. cheers us, gives us courage and helps us during our work. The wrong smile is the one that is unwelcome or rather put on. You can always tell a person when he is putting on a smile just to he sociable. When you smile do it the right way and do it willingly. A. G. '26. + THE DISADVANTAGES 0F LYI . One clear winter foronoon. three fEIIOWS, among whom I was one, started on our journey out of sight. By this I clonit mean in a balloon or an airplane up in the clouds or even six feet under sad but I do mean out of sight of our homes. There being ice on Beaver Pond thick enough to trespass, we stroll- ed to the farther side, built 3 fire. and made ourselves comfortable on a plank which we found near the dam-house. We each searched around our inside coat pockets and pulled out a. fiye-cent cigar. Cigarettes weren't strong enough and so we purchased these that we might have a good smoke. I have heard about how one feels when he is intoxi- cated. also when one is seasick; but I promise you now that I felt. worse than any of these. I went home immediately after I started to see things rotate, and lay on the sofa. To help the situation, my gmndfather showed the occult powers of Blackstone. the magician, end he called mother upon the scene and toid her to ask me if I had been smoking. With the thought of the punishment which I might receive uppermost in my mind, I told a lie. I won't trouble myself to tell you anymore but will leave you to imagine what happened when father returned from work. C. Y. l26 + IIGONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN'i It's going to he a story of my Saturday night baths about six or seven years ago. 01' course I de- tested Saturday night at best, and no matter how beautiful the day t was. or how much fun I had had. Saturday always ended unhappily for me. I couldnt stay out any later than seven o'clock, nor drift ' away from the house for I had to stick around and take my bath, or take the stick and bath too. When I came into the house. the reser- I voir was filled With hot water and II was filled with hot-hesdedness. I immediately wished the water would flow away. or else 1 might disappear. I was driven into the bedroom and as I was very angry by that time I threw my clothes inv lto all corners of the room. Then

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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