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

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10 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL cliant countenance to the heel of his slipper, which was protruding from under the stand. John evidently got his Father’s idea because he suddenly ran back up stairs nearly as fast as he had descended. How poor John ever remained in bed is inexplainable. Two hours had passed before he again ventured downstairs. By this time the family seemed highly elated. The Champlain Bridge was to be dedicated! Even Mother and Dad were happy. Mother had now come to the point where she was enthusiastic about getting that picture. The day proved to be one joy after the other. Mother took her picture of the two governors. Much to het disgust upon turning to .speak to John and Father she saw that their sporting instinct was aroused over the flight of two wild geese taking place overhead. But she let them off with a murmur, “Men will be men anyway,” though she knew they paid no attention whatever to what she was doing. At eight o’clock that night the family made Mother the center of attraction. She was developing her photos. Many of them were fine. Of course we can’t always have good luck with them. The pictures passed from hand to hand. There were many lovely scenes, among which was a perfect one of two wild geese. Mother looked at it closely saying, “I can’t remember taking this one.” With that she passed it on to Father, who examined it. “Well that’s great! Two wild geese outlined against the deep blue of the sky. I wonder what these are,” motioning to two small objects in the foreground. “Are they hills? No. They, must be shadows!” John, bending over his Father’s shoulder suddenly burst out, “Why Mom, you aimed your camera too high.” “What do you mean, John?” Mother demanded. “Oh nothing, only those two geese were the ones which Father and I were looking at while you were snapping your picture. I’m afraid you got only the governors’ topknots. You—” but he got no further. “Got the geese anyway,” interrupted Father, and his laugh might have been heard for a quarter of a mile. Mother was dumfounded for a minute. She then arose with a resigned air and calmly announced that supper would soon be ready. The end of a perfect day.

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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-

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BLUE AND WHITE 11 SKATING Winter’s coming, snow at last, Tee is freezing, thick and fast, Crows are flying over town, Cawing, calling, southward bound. Skates are sharpened clean and bright, Waiting for some moonlight night, When with bonfires blazing high, Shouts of gladness fill the sky. Crowds of girls and crowds of boys, Taking part in winter’s joys; Although all the sports are nice, Give me skating on the ice. Marshall Bame, ’31 CHRISTMAS CHEER (A Seventh Grade Contribution) Edith Pecue, ’35 Outside the snow is falling fast, The world is cold and drear, But every nook and comer Is filled with Christmas cheer. The windows rattle with the wind, For the wind’s a loud, loud gale, And down with every snowdrop, Comes a drop of sleet like hail. Santa Claus is getting packed, And fixing for the ride, To give good girls and boys a gift, From the huge pack at his side. A book for Mary, sled for John, And dolls for Baby Lou— And if you are good children He will give you something too.