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

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12 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL lEMtnriala TRUE BALANCE With the banking crisis uppermost in discussions, articles, and conversation we wonder if an apt comparison cannot be drawn between financial and mental reserves. We hear now of people who are unearthing “buried treasure,” long-hidden, hoarded gold. Are we not perhaps hoarding our gold—our best? Do we give the best that is in us? Do we hold back our impulses of generosity, our powers of leadership? Just as a financial situation becomes strained and uncertain when gold is kept from circulating, so the situation becomes uncertain when our capacities for sympathy and understanding are restrained. Use may take the brightness from gold, but the quality and value remain untouched. Gold is material. Use cannot lessen the value of joy, kindness and gentleness. They are things of the spirit. In business, in sports, in work and in play there is a constant demand for the superfine—tangibles and intangibles. Can we and do we supply it? It is true that we must save as well as spend that we may have reserves to draw upon, but let us keep the saving and spending columns balanced. Illustrations Contributed by an Alumnus, R. O. Griffin, ’31. The Literary and Alumni cuts in this issue are the contribution of Raymond Owen Griffin, ’31. The Editorial Staff feels pleasure in the knowledge that graduates do not lose interest in the school paper and are willing to give to it of their time and talent. The school wishes to thank Griffin for his generous help and assistance in procuring other cuts, for it is to him we owe the illustrations in this issue.

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BLUE AND WHITE 11 Aujourd’hui ces feuilles sont belles, demain elles seront brunies, vieilles et mortes. Bientot elles seront ensevelies dans une couverture de neige. Elles out quitte leur arbre le laissant denue et gris, mais au printemps d’autres feuilles, des nouvelles, prendront leur place. Elles seront petites, jeunes et vertes. Elles seront comme des ban-ieres flottant dans l’air qui annoncent l’arrivee de la saison nouvelle. Eleanor Forrest, '33. Un Mystere L'n jour Jacques Larband, inspecteur de police, est assis a son bureau, quand le telephone sonne. Une voix lui dit: Monsieur, voulez-vous venir chez. moi tout de suite? II y a des choses bizarres qui se passent ici. Je suis Jean Renaud et je demeure . . . . Jacques court chez M. Renaud. Guild il sonne a la grande et noble maison une jolie bonne ouvre la porte. File 1'introduit dans un cabinet d’etude. M. Renaud, un homme de noble port, se leve et le salue. —Vodez-vous, Monsieur, dit-il, je ne suis pas un homme qui est facile a epouvanter. Mais j'ai entendu des voix unit aprcs nuit, je ne me trompe pas. Lcs voix disent toujours: “Ce soir. ce soir. nous le tuerons, nous le tuerons.” Ici, dans cette piece, je les ai entendues. Et puis, quelqu un frappe, frappe. fra]i] e. partout, et j’entends le petit bruit de pas dans le vestibule. —Oui, dit Jacques, euh . . . tres interessont, Monsieur. Yous n avez vu personne? —Non. —Je comprends. Maintenant il faut que j'examine cette piece. Voulez-vous m’aider? Merci! Tout d’abord . . . Mais quand ils avaient fini de fouiller et quand ils avaient parle a la bonne, ils n’en savaient pas davantage. Apres le diner Jacques sort. Quand il re-tourne il est tres agite. Il dit: —Avez-vous un fusil? Bien! Venez avec moi! Ils sortent et approchent silencieuse-ment a un petit kiosque d'ete pas loin de la maison. Une lumiere faible pa-rait a la fenetre et M. Renaud entend les paroles menaqants qu’il connait si bien. —Les criminels! dit-il. Quelle audace de se reunir ici, sur mes terres! Ils s’approchent du kiosque en cachette. 11s forcent la porte et— —Quoi! —Hein! Une table occupe le centre de la piece, et autour de cette table sont assis dix garqons, Paul, le neveu de M. Renaud, et neuf de ses amis. Ils etaient en train de chanter leur formule fatale: “Ce soir, ce soir, nous, les meurtriers, nous le tuerons, nous le—!” Puis Paul crie: —Mais, mon oncle, e'est notre club, e’est “Le Masque noir.” J'en suis le president. Je ne pensais pas que ;a vous fasse quelque chose si nous ten-ions ici nos seances.” Mais M. Renaud et Jacques n’etaient plus la! Faith Kenyon, '36. We regret our inability to insert proper accents- over the letters “a” and “i”. They are not at our disposal.

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BLUE AND WHITE 13 irbrntl Artimttea It was a request of the Student Council that each Monday morning the student body come together for a short assembly. The special feature of the first assembly on Nov. 28th was music —two selections played by the high school orchestra under the direction of “Miss Waterman.” Margaret Carter SENIOR ASSEMBLY PROGRAM Calling our imaginations into play the Seniors in their own novel style put on the play entitled “Christmas Flight.” which portrayed the aerial voyage of a group' of girls on Christmas Eve. Their plane, as we were informed in due time, was equipped with marvelous devices by means of which the travelers could sge and hear everything in the lands over which they were flying. The pilot of that most extraordinary craft was none other than Amelia Ear-hart herself, who is well known to us as Ruth Yattaw. Charlotte Miner, Marion Leonard, Helen Jarvis. Mary Bourget, and Eleanor Forrest played the parts of typical ultra-modern girls. En route they passed over the greater part of Eurasia, enlivening their conversation with merry jests and interesting comments and bits of information both poetical and prosaic. Meanwhile they looked down upon groups from the various countries over which they passed who represented their native Yule-tide customs in tableaux. As they turned home-ward the boys and girls of “America the Beautiful” sang this song, visualizing to the girls the universal spirit at Christmas-tide. I felen Jarvis, ’33 ASSEMBLY PROGRAM, DECEMBER 27, 1932 “When the ice breaks—what next?” This pertinent question was the subject of an assembly tiilk given by Mr. Carter in December. It is a question which any one of us might be called upon to answer at any time, and it is wise for ns to have definite solutions at hand. Mr. Carter first dealt with the dangers in breaking through the ice:— loss of one’s wits, clinging together (in case of a group of skaters) and shock as a result of the cold. Upon these three dangers were built the methods of rescue and precautions to be taken afterward. One point of great importance is restoring the circulation by exercise after the rescue. This should never be overlooked, as the numbness from the sudden plunge may have serious results. Three things are necessary on the part of both the unfortunate ones and the rescuers. These are calmness, courage and persistence, qualities which apply to any emergency, but especially to one of this sort. Mary Lance, ’33