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

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Ike Acad emy Student 1943 AN ILLOGICAL TALE (Apologies to (). W. H.) (Follies of ’43) Have you heard of good old St. J. A. And how it commenced in a by-gone way? Yes, it’s a hundred years old today And then—don’t hurry, come on and stay, We’ll tell you about it without delay. It’s affected the world in many parts That are not found on geography charts Have you heard of that ? I say! Eighteen hundred and forty-two Thaddeus Fairbanks said with due Consideration, 1 think it right To have a school upon this site.” He saw the earth opened and work begun Which continued beneath the autumn sun. Now in building up this venerable school Care and percision were always the rule. But there must be somewhere a weakest spot Oft’times discovered, oft’times not. Not in foundation, lumber or walls, In ceilings, roofs, cellar or halls. Above or below, within or without, The weakness will out without a doubt. Nineteen hundred came and found St. J. A. strong and sound. Nineteen hundred increased by ten— ‘‘Pride of the north woods.” they called it then. Nineteen hundred and twenty came; Running as usual much the same. The thirties and finally forty-three— The dilemma you’ll now begin to see. When we arrived in ’39 They looked us over and shouted ‘‘fine!” Forty arrived; then came the dawn And just like that our glamour was gone. Forty-one and forty-two, The teachers declared the school was through! Little of all we’re valued here. We wake on the morn of its hundredth year 17

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 The Academy Student 1943 Mother forgets All her vows. Can that be her son, Her daughter. That stranger in gray? A tear or two Sting her cheek. “Dear God, help my son to choose The path of good and right.” All is quiet now; The prizes are to be awarded. To him who wins the prizes May all glory and honor go; To him who has tried and failed, Glory and honor too. Then up the aisle they go Straight, strong, unafraid. Out to meet the challenge That life has to offer. Clutched firmly in their hands A thin scroll of paper, A symbol, a memory Of years spent at St. J. A. It’s not an easy world This world of ours Plunged into a war. But let us try to remember A lesson taught at St. J. A. That there can never be Peace, happiness and contentment In this our world. Until we wipe from the face of the earth All the hatred And bitterness there today. 1G George Bennett, Jr.

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The Acad Student 1943 emy Each one felling; and looking queer. Our class they call rough and uncouth; We simply blame it upon our youth. This is a fact that runs at large. Take it, you’re welcome, no extra charge. The seventh of June, the fatal day, There’s much relief in the faculty. They never thought they’d see the day When they could boot us on our way. In spite of the faculty’s numerous arts We are equally weak in mental parts. The principal vowed the school’s been hexed And doesn’t dare think what’s coining next. Over the assemblage comes a hush, When on comes the class with one mad rush. Bustle, jostle, pull and haul. Hand out diplomas to one and all. Proudly we saunter down the aisle, Out from Fuller we go in style. Then suddenly we all stand still. What is wrong with the school on the hill? First, a shiver and then a thrill. Then something decidedly like a spill. A pile of rubble was all they found. Dust to dust St. J’s in the ground. It eave its all for us you see, And then it sank to eternity. End of wonderful St. J. A. Logic is logic. That’s all. good-day. Jeane Sheffield Jerry Schneider 18