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

Page 9 text:

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.

Page 8 text:

6 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL Abner left the office after thanking Mr. Jones, and then hurriedly opened his envelope. Yes, there was a three dollar raise. Abner’s progress was very rapid thereafter, but the cause of this has not been determined. Was it due to his radio exercises, folks, or the Shakespearean quotation? SNOW STORIES Lois Bristol, ’32 When going home in the twilight, And watching the new fallen snow, I see small tracks in my pathway And I wonder where they go. The rabbit’s tracks are the largest But then, there are squirrel tracks, too, And there are the birds’ tiny footsteps, Too small for a star to view. Some footsteps lead to the old pine, And some to deep rock caves go; I read a meaning in every track, A romance in the snow. Some tales are of a narrow escape, And others a search for food, While others are simply of going home To see if the babes have been good. I think of each little creature. As I wander in twilight glow. And then I wonder if they are true— These stories I read in the snow. THE SECRET Katherine Ryan, ’30 “I wonder if any one will find it out. I hope not, anyway. If they do, they will surely take me for a ride and make me walk back, or something of the sort. “Why, hello Bob. Why the worried look? Have you robbed a bank, or what? You have a guilty expression. What ails you any-

Page 10 text:

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