Vergennes Union High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Vergennes, VT)

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20 THE BLUE ANI) WHITE. Exchange. ’Tis wrong for any maid to be Abroad at night alone ; A chaperon she needs till she Can call her chap’er own.—Ex. When Daddy Was a Little Boy. When daddy was a little boy All the little boys were good, And did just what their nurses And their parents said they should; And sometimes, when I’m naughty, He takes me on his knee And tells, when he was little, How good he used to be. He never Stole a cherry tart, Or hid in passageway To “boo” at Jane as she came by With dishes on a tray ; He never once put currant jam Where grandma’d prob’ly sit, And when he fell and hurt himself He never cried a bit. He didn’t pinch Aunt Lucy’s legs When going up the stairs, He never told poor little Ted His bed was full of bears ; He never kicked good Mary Ann Or hit her with a spade; I guess perhaps my daddy was The best boy ever made. A small boy teased his father for a watch until he was forbidden to mention the matter again. At family prayer when asked for his scripture verse, the youngster repeated : “What I say unto you I say unto all—watch.” Ex. A tar bought two tarts from a Tartar. Said the tar to the Tartar: “Too tart are These tarts. Now, a tart Made out of cream o’ tart—” But “Ta-ta!” to the tar said the Tartar. “Henry,” said Mrs. Fussy as they went in to dinner, “I wish you would tell Willie in someway, so it will not offend him, that he takes too much sugar in his coffee. It isn’t good for him, and I know his mother wouldn’t allow it.” “Willie,” said Mr. Fussy a few minutes later, turning to the young nephew who was visiting him, “you don’t mix quite enough coffee with your sugar.” What is life? A dainty kiss, a little hug, To the parson then skedaddle, For food and raiment then a tug, Then o’er the Styx to paddle.—Ex. He asked a miss what was a kiss Gramatically defined ? “It’s a conjunction, sir,” she said. “And hence can’t be declined.”—Ex. Harry—I know a girl that got a pearl out of an oyster. Dolly—That’s nothing. My sister got a diamond ring from a lobster.—Ex. Stout Lady—“Little boy, can I go through this gate to the river?” Little Boy—“Well perhaps. A load of hay went through there this morning.”—Ex. Weather Forecast. “You may talk of the signs of the weather, Of coming days you may sing, But when small boys sit on little tacks, It’s a sign of an early spring.”—Ex. A gentleman, walking along a country road, was greatly surprised to see an Irishman perched on the top of a sign-post, bearing this inscription : “This will take you to Sunville.” “Why, what are you doing up there my man?” he asked. “Faith and Oi’ve been here two hours already waiting for the thing to start.”—Ex.

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TIIE BLUE AND WHITE. 19 had little to do with social life in the neighborhood for many years, and what could they care ? She quickened her pace and soon reached the school-house, where she found, much to her disappointment, that the friend, with whom she had intended to spend the night, was absent on account of sickness. So after school, Mary turned her steps homeward again. Just as she was passing the home of Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, she slipped and fell. Her cry of pain brought the old man to the door, and, seeing her plight, he hurried to assist her. He found that her ankle was sprained, but managed to help her into the house. Both the old people were very much concerned about her injury, and Mary was scon lying on a couch before a bright fire, feeling as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. Indeed she almost forgot her pain in looking about her. The cosey room was very neat and clean and a few pictures hung upon the walls. A table, upon which lay the family Bible and a few papers, stood in the middle of the room, and, in one corner, there was a small book-case filled with well-read books. Mr. Stevens had worked hard as long as he was able, but the long and fatal sickness of an only sou several years before had obliged him to sell his small farm. By strict economy lie now lived on the interest of what remained from the sale of the place. lie was respected by his neighbors, but, during the last few years, had been neglected by most of them. When a social event took place no one thought of the old couple attending. But on their part, Mr. and Mrs. Stevens had never lost interest in what was going on about them. They did everything possible for Mary’s comfort, asking questions meantime concerning the affairs of the neighborhood. Mary began to wonder how it would all end. She knew her parents would not expect her that night, and she also realized that her many hopes for Christmas would have to be given up. But could she not help these kindly people to enjoy their Christmas ? Suddenly an idea came into her head. “I'll do it,’’ she murmured, “Mother will help and I’m sure the neighbors will take hold too.” With this thought, she fell asleep and did not awake until late the next morning. « ♦ « The clock struck seven. Mr. Stevens and his wife were seated side by side before the open fire-place. Each seemed buried in thought. They were going over events that had happened long before. “And only think,” sighed the old lady, “this is Christmas eve.” “It don’t seem like it used to be,’’ the old gentleman rejoined. “Think of the good time we had the year before Henry died,’’ he continued, “life was worth living then.” He closed his eyes and sank back into his arm chair. “Cheer up, my dear,” answered his wife gently. “We are all alone, but we have each other yet.” “Yes,” sighed the old man, “but I can’t help feeling how lonely we are. We used to have a part in what was gding on around us. We’re growing old, growing—” There was a rap at the door. Wonderingly, Mrs. Stevens arose and opened it. “Meriy Christmas, Merry Christmas!” shouted a dozen cheery voices, and, without waiting to be invited, they all filed in laughing and talking. “Come right in this way, and take off your things” said Mrs. Stevens, her eyes shining. “John stir up that fire. These people must be cold after their ride.” Such an evening as they spent. The young folks played all kinds of games, and the old people visited. Mary herself sitting in a great armchair, seemed the happiest of all. A new light shone in her eyes, for her own Merry Christmas had come after all by making others happy. Finally a Christmas tree, loaded with gifts, was brought in, and everyone received something. At eleven o’clock, the party broke up, having spent a very pleasant evening. It was after twelve o’clock but still John Stevens and his wife sat before the fire. “We have not been quite forgotten after all,” said the old lady softly. “No,” returned her husband “this reminds one of old times. What a splendid Christmas eve we have spent this year.” “I don’t believe it could have been happier” she agreed, as they prepared to retire. That night, as she rode home, Mary Atwood thanked her heavenly father in her heart for the happiest Christmas she had ever enjoyed. Woodburn Harris, ’07.

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THE BLUE AND WHITE. 21 HOTEL LENOX, vergennes, vt. - -Q EIO. F . K I M BALL, RRORFJIETOF?. ELECTRIC LlG MTS, FURNACE MEAT, CARRIAGE MEET© ALL TRAIN© RATES, $2 OO F»ER DAY fine China, Cut glass, Pressed ' glass and Staple Crockery GROCERIES Fancy as well as staple. Finest Canned Goods in Vergennes. Everything that is fit to eat. TOYS of every description. Five and Ten Cent Counters overflowing with Useful and Ornamental Goods. TINWARE. Sdison and Columbia Phonographs and Supplies. GANTRY at an price yoj chooss. Fresh Fruits, Figs, Dates and Nuts of all kinds. THESE AND MANY OTHER GOODS AT 1 ) A T H Y M F LE’S Cwo Stores. Main and Plater Sts. Ycrgcnnes, Vt.