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

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8 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL FLIGHT William Carter, ’31 High in the air a bee was buzzing, Heavily laden, with ceaseless energy Bound to his far away home, Guided by an invisible power. Oh Inventor—, Weary and scorned by your kind, Did the sight of this give you new strength ? Endow you with power? And now in the skies are droning, Laden with commerce and mail, Bound to their distant homes With limitless power—Man’s Creation. For while watching, came the great inspiration. With eager hands he shaped the parts. Now, all know the result of his labor— Thrice hail to thee, Aviation. PARDS AT LAST John Hayes, ’31 It was a cold and clear December day with the sun shining brightly and the sky a spotless blue, but Bob Hale was completely oblivious of all this cold beauty as he walked down West Street. His mind was on an entirely different subject. He was worried about the high school hockey team which had played just about halt of a heavy season without “missing a trick,” as Bob put it. Bob liked Jim Avery, but Jim did not “cotton” to Bob quite so well, and in fact had in the past few days caused a lot of trouble, it was about this trouble that Bob was thinking now, as he went toward the rink for the day’s practice. Jim had said things to other members of the team that Bob was justified in disliking, namely, remarks about Bob’s using his position as captain to receive all the honor and glory. “Jim is popular,” said Bob to himself, “and he has influence. I wonder if I could fix things up by letting him play center for a

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BLUE AND WHITE 7 way? Come on, confess,” jollied Jack, as he met Bob entering the schoolhouse. “Why nothing, Dick, only I haven’t prepared my chemistry very well for today. Maybe that accounts for it.” responded Bob, evasively. “Well, maybe, but you look kind of funny to me,” answered Jack suspiciously. The first two periods passed uneventfully, but Bob kept picturing what the gang had done to John Lark last month, and I’m afraid he didn’t answer many of the questions the teachers asked him. At recess, as Bob was buying some candy at the Junior’s candy sale, he noticed all the fellows of the gang gathered and conversing earnestly. What could they be talking about? Could they have found out his secret already? Were they making plans so soon? Bob wondered all the rest of the morning. He didn’t eat much lunch at noon and on the way to school as he passed the club house, he saw a bunch of the fellows carrying queer looking packages into the house. He hailed Jack and asked the reason for all the bundles. “Oh, you’ll know tonight. Just hold your horses. Don’t forget the special meeting.” Now what was the meeting for? Were they going to chastise him at the club house? What was the meaning of all the packages? Bob got through the rest of the afternoon somehow, but as he entered the club house that night he wondered what his fate would be. Had anyone found out? He had sworn his mother to secrecy. As he entered, the matter of the bundles was explained. The gang had decorated the room for some guests, he discovered. After the club had been called to order, the president stood up and gave the reason for the meeting. Henry Ford wanted to buy the club house and use the building. Would they or would they not sell, was the question. Bob gave a sigh of relief as he realized that he was out of danger for the moment. After the meeting he fairly ran home and shut himself in his room. He danced about the room with glee and rejoiced that at last he was safe. It was his birthday and not a fellow had found it out.

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9 BLUE AND WHITE change and see if that won’t stop this undertone of distrust the team has shown of late. Anyway, I’m going to have a meeting of the team anddt’s going to be settled then.” And I think this will speed up our game and strengthen our defense,” Bob was speaking to the members of the Tigers, or the “high school hockey team yet unconquered,” as the papers called them. He had just told them of the change in position whereby Jim Avery took his place at center. “And tonight everyone turn in early and the Bears will be dead tomorrow in no time.” “Well Bob, old boy, glad for the change you gave me in position; shake,” said Jim in a tone that gave his words the lie. At last Saturday arrived, and the Tigers were practicing shots at one goal, the Bears at the other. A sharp whistle cut the air; the game was started. Skates flashed and sharp instructions to pass the puck this way or that were shouted out by men. The period ends. Bob can see that Jim does not know how to play center very well, but says nothing. Jim also is silent and continually steals glances at Bob. Only three seconds left before commencing the game again and the score: Bears 4; Tigers 0. Jim comes up, “Bob, change the line up; put me where I belong at defense and fake center. I guess I’ve learned my lesson even if the rest haven’t.” The whistle interrupts. They glide onto the ice and Jim, as he goes to his position, meets Bob: “Shake, Bob. Let’s go!” This time his tone was humble and pleading, and his voice almost failed him. Oh yes, the Tigers won the game, 10 to 4, and incidentally Bob and Jim walked home arm in arm—pards at last. THE END OF A PERFECT DAY Arza Dean, ’31 “Oh boy!” cried John as he ran down the long flight of stairs. “Hey Pop! Hurry up, Mom! It’s most four o’clock and we mustn’t be late for the Bridge Celebration! I want to see that aeroplane go under the bridge! Mom, you said you wanted a picture of the two governors shaking hands! Gee! Won’t we have fun!” But poor mother, at four o’clock in the morning, wasn’t quite as eager as John, as one could see by her surprised look. I dare say Father was none too pleased, for his eyes traveled from John’s ra-