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

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THE ACADEMY STUDENT 1 CLASS HISTORY After faithfully compiling considerable “parrum frumentum,” studying the issues and debating pro and con, we hereby submit this document to the following abuse. Our scholastic career, brilliant of course, began with a bang. Our beginning was paralleled by that of another, A. Hitler, aspiring as ourselves. As we struggled through Latin and algebra, said Hitler struggled through Europe. Little did we realize how much this would influence our school, our destiny, and our class. Impompously as freshmen, we made our way through our studies, sports and other “mal de mer.” Our sophomore year began quite peacefully only to be disrupted by the disaster at Pearl Harbor. Now we had war on both sides of us. It was during this eventful year that Colby had growing pains. For many moons we were tormented by a multitude of noises issuing from the rear of the building, in forms of sawings, hammerings, and scrapings. That fall when we trooped back to school, we juniors found Colby had acquired an addition of twelve rooms, completed in spite of the war, priorities and scarcity of labor. The duration of our junior year was to be divided between our studies and helping the war effort. So we marshalled our forces, assembled our impedimenta, and sallied forth over the Vermont hills to gather scrap iron of ancient vintage. Soon things came up missing. Farmers complained that some of their machinery was carried off. Another gentleman inquired if we had seen a stove on the loose. Strangely enough the stove turned up in the scrap heap. To promote the war effort some brave individuals even went onto farms during the sugar season, where they collected sap and a good sunburn. The town became so desperate that we were called upon to clean the streets, a job in which many of us took an active part. Three years had passed and quite suddenly we found ourselves in the senior class. Our efforts this year were directed toward the buying of war stamps. The goal was to have 90 percent of the school purchasing stamps each month. We were begged, pleaded with, and finally forcibly persuaded to buy; and buy we did, keeping to our quota the entire year, for which the school received a Minute Man Flag. The crowning achievement of our senior year was the defeat of L. 1. Our worthy opponents in the North, having had an undefeated season, arranged a victory banquet—to be held, of course, after they had defeated us. However, much to their surprise, we turned victor and they, vanquished. Here we must pause and mention the boys that have left the class to enter the service. They have given up their homes and education that others might continue enjoying them. Good luck, fellows; you are gone but not forgotten.