Proctor High School - Proctorian Yearbook (Proctor, VT)

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THE SUTHERLAND 5 DAY DREAMING I've often wondered why it is So easy to forget The things that we're supposed to do And havenot come to yet. My mind will wander on at will About a tennis game, 01' on that hike up to the hill Where rabbits are so tame. You see ifs so much fun to muse 011 things I know I shouldn't That when I want my mind to use, To come right back it doesnot. But even so it's great good fun. And what harm does it do? Of course I get my lessons done Eventually. Don't you? sComelia Gale. .32. ME A VISIT TO THE DENTIST A thing I do not relish very much is a visit to the dentist. An appointment is made. after which there are several days of dreary waiting and Wondering- how much it's going to hurt. The day of the ordeal having- come, I go to the dentist's where I sit down for a long- wait as there are several people before me. A woman who is to have some teeth extracted goes into the inner room. Soon there is a scream which recalls to my mind all of the unpleasant things I have heard about other

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I! THE SUTHERLAND forehand. The new Sutherland board is rushing hither and yon gathering stray bits of news about Seniors to make the last issue for the school term the snappiest, wittiest, and peppiest paper possible. tL. Gustafson, '31. --Hhh$ The article Why I Think There is too much going on in High School by Sinclair Allen in the last issue of the Sutherland has received much attention in town. A letter hearing on this same article has recently been received from some one on the other side of the state. As it makes two ewcallent suggestions, we think it worth while to pass on the thought of it to you. Editor-in-Chief The Sutherland Proctor. Vermont. I was most surprised to find a student who thinks there is too much going on in his high school. True, there are many failures which are entirely uncalled for. but on the other hand. are not your honor students largely the ones who are prominent in the school's social activities and sports? Why not eliminate the ACTIVITY of LOAFIN G in study- hall, the library and other places? I hope this suggestion will give any who are troubled with more time for the legitimate activities of their school and boost their marks. Yours for a well-balanced diet, tAIiasi BILL BOGERS. M ONE OF THE SENIORS ANNA EVANCHA PINHIE 03:19: to Anna's absence from school and the rainy weather no picture was obtained before the Sutherland went to printJ Hail to the tallest girl of the class! Anna's expert typing has proved invaluable to us. We never realized she muid carry the part of ttAlum. Meta so successfully. We assure you that in real life Anna has a much more pleasing disposition. Keep going, Anna-succesa to you!

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6 THE SUTHERLA ND people's experiences with having theirs fixed. I remember having read in the news about a man who had his whole jaw yanked out by a tooth-doctor. How could a dentist do such a thing! After several minutes of impatient waiting' on my part, I hear voices in that dread inner room after which the woman comes forth. She masters a brave smile as much as to say. Well. it's over; though I notice that she is some- what pale. A man is the next victim. After a time I hear clinking of instruments. The man with a sour expression on his face comes forth. It is now my turn to go in. The man who is to fill my teeth comes smilingly to the door. He is a tall man of about middle age who has a merry twinkle in his eye. He talks of the affairs around town while he is looking for cavities. The work on my teeth begins with drilling and grating. I wriggle in the chair. Hold still. he says. I won't hurt you a bit. He doesn't convince me, however. as I remember too well the cy-glqmstances of a previous sitting in that adjustable chair 0 15. What a relief when I am through and the dentist says that I may go! As I walk out of the inner room I see other victims waiting for their turns and I mhgl'atulate myself at having- come before this crowd of people and so having passed the ordeal. hRaymond Burgess, ,32. W TH E MONEY ROOM An old stage coach was toiling slowly up the long, steep hill which led to the manor. Hartworth Manor, it was call- ed, and it was the most beautiful structure for miles around. As the coach neared the tap of the bill. a whining voice called up to the driver: Aren't we almost there? We've been traveling for hours, and it's bad for my heaIt . Here we are. madame. And with that the door was flung open. and the old lady with her niece, an exceedingly pretty girl of about nineteen, stepped out. At that moment the door of the manor was opened and Charles, the heir to Hal'tworth Manor. a tall. handsome lad with curly, black hair welcomed them. Uncleis pretty bad. Pm afraid, he said. when they were at last seated in the comfortable. spacious drawing-room. He's in a state of delirium, and about all heis said is. 'Don't