St Johnsbury Academy - Lamp Yearbook (St Johnsbury, VT)

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2 I CLASS 1922 Marion Emma Bennett Commercial Course “Chicken” “Benny” “On with the dance; let joy be unconfined.” Although we have spoken of Cleo” as being the vamp of our class, “Benny” is her close rival. She sits quietly in her seat rolling her eyes at hoys and girls alike. Studies and “Benny aren't very good friends although we have never heard of any very serious quarrels taking place between them. Of late, however, we have noticed a little more friendliness between these two, for they have decided that we should love our enemies as ourselves. Benny’ isn t much of a joke so far as we know, but she often utters ejaculations which are a joke to us. She likes shorthand, and she can write it, too. So much, so good; but she often gets angry with her typewriting. Any day you go into her typewriting class you can hear the paper tear, and if you happen to look around in time, you will see a piece go sailing into the waste paper basket. But for all these little flights of temper, we would miss “Benny” and her numerous hags of candy and peanuts.

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ST. JOHNSBURY ACADEMY Marion Adine Bell Commercial Course Mann” Athletic Association (2) Student Board (1) “After all. the best thi g one can do When it is raining is to let it rain.” One of the first to get off the 8.10 train every Monday morn is “Mann.” You can almost immediately recognize her by her perpetual grin. Don’t imagine things quiet and peaceful where “Mann is. She never fails to extort the smallest grain of humor from the most solemn circumstances. Come what may, she never frets nor worries. She is always on the lookout for jokes and witty speeches which she commits to memory and showers on her humble friends when occasion arises. And beware! Don’t ever get into an argument with “Mann for she has a monopoly on the last word. She writes the most clever stones and tells even more thrilling ones about life in South Lunenburg. . u cannot endure St. Johnsbury more than five days a week m spite of tie gav times at the Cottage, and the vain pleas of her friends. By what she says we gather that she spends her week ends shocking her neig i-bors and “listening in” on the newly installed radio. N ou cannot begin to find failings that will balance “Mann’s” good points and—after all is said and done, there is really only one—like “Mann.’

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ST. JOHNSBURY ACADEMY Christine Ross Braley College Course “Chriss” Literary Editor of Academy Student” (2) (3) Editor-in-Chief of “Academy Student” (4) Class Book Committee (4) Winter Carnival Committee (4) “If speech were golden I would be a millionaire.” “Doesn’t that name, Christine Braley, look familiar to you? “Yes, but I can’t remember where I’ve seen it written before. Let me think—ah, wasn’t it at the end of some poetry?” Sure thing! Why she's the poet in the class of 1!»23!” Yes, it is the truth. Chrissie has distinct poetic tendencies and we’re proud of it, too. What’s more she is of Scotch descent. Who knows, perhaps we shall live to see a second Robert Burns! As for her disposition—it is most genial. We do not know of a single enemy Chrissie has except perhaps him who is known as Mr. Latin Prose.