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

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2 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief.............. Assistant Editor............. Business Manager............. Assistant Business Manager. ....Joyce Young, ’30 ..Robert Larrow, ’32 ...Sam Fishman, ’30 Gertrude Fishman, ’32 Literary ....... French.......... The Grinnery.... Art............. Alumni ......... Exchange........ Athletics....... School Activities. Faculty Adviser. DEPARTMENT HEADS ............. Kathleen Norton, ’30 ......Lena Fanslow, ’31, Gertrude Leonard, 31 Harriet Field, ’31 ................Owen Griffin, ’31 ...............William Carter, Jr., ’31 ...........Doris Barton, ’30 Robert Collom. ’30, Katherine Ryan, ’30 ..........Thelma Floyd, ’31, Mary Bourget, ’33 ..Miss McGovern SUPERINTENDENT OF SCHOOLS Mr. G. W. Patterson FACULTY Mr. W. H. Carter. Mr. W. W. Smith. Miss Davis........ Miss Demeritt..... Mrs. Morrill...... Miss McGovern .. Mrs. Patterson ... Miss Wright...... ............. ......Principal ........................Assistant Principal ..................Mathematics and History ...Home Economics and United States History ...................History and English .................. ...English ................... French and History Social Science and Latin ......ri— TABLE OF CONTENTS Cover Design Literary ...................Page 3 French .....................Page 12 Editorials .................Page 15 School Activities .........Page 18 Owen Griffin, ’31 Athletics ...............Page 27 Alumni ...........-.....Page 30 Exchange ................Page 32 The Grinnery ............Page 33

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4 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL Sitterary iryartment Kathleen Norton, ’30, Editor THE LAW OF ITS KIND Robert Ryan, ’31 Far above the earth in the blue sky an eagle, monarch of the air, flew in long sweeping circles. Round and round it soared, till when fancy suited, it darted down, screaming as it flew, the swiftest of its kind. Checking itself in full flight it dropped down on an old hollow tree, a lone sentinel on the top of a cliff. The tree was bleached almost white by storms which had swept across the sky. It looked a part of the cliff on whose scarred brow it stood. With each successive storm its falling seemed inevitable, but there it was always, a battered survivor, a relic of the past. In vain had they tried to loosen the roots from the rocks where they were embedded like steel talons. The eagle was perched on the hollow tree, ready to fight off any invaders who threatened harm to the little eaglets which were in a snug nest inside. Suddenly it became alert. Far off in the distance a queer mist seemed to rise in the air. Well he knew the sight, for he had seen the queer mist before. The wind was sweeping it closer, up toward the side of the cliff. Always before he had fled, but what could he do now? Closer and closer it came, animals fleeing before its path—the gigantic bear galloping beside the mighty stag, forgetting their differences in their common fear. The eagle perched on the top of the cliff was the only one not to flee. Closer came the fire, toppling huge trees in its wake. Now it had reached the tree on the top of the cliff; hungry flames licked up the side, a gust of wind swept up, and the tree toppled over the cliff, a flaming comet. With a great crash it fell to the rocks below. The eagle had perished, true to the law of its kind. ABNER’S PROGRESS Samuel Fishman, '30 “Hands up!” came a sharp command which was promptly and yet enthusiastically obeyed.