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

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VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL EDITORIAL STAFF OF “BLUE AND WHITE” Editor-in-Chief.............. Assistant Editor ............ Business Manager............. Assistant Business Manager. ....Edward Ryan, ’35 Margaret Carter, ’34 ....Marv Parrish, ’34 ..George Noonan, ’35 DEPARTMENT HEADS Literary Editor..........................................Shirley Haven, ’34 French Department................Laurette Beliveau, '34. Elinor Kimball, ’34 Alumni Editor............................................Charles Rvan. ’34 Exchange Editor..........................................Elaine Beach, ’35 Girls’ Athletics.........................................Faith Kenyon, ’36 Boys’ Athletics........................................Russell Kingman, ’34 School Activities........................................Shirley Adams, ’34 Grinnery................................................... Joan Casey, ’36 Faculty Adviser..............................................Miss McGovern Mr. George W. Patterson..................Superintendent of Schools MEMBERS OF FACULTY Mr. William H. Carter.....................Principal and Instructor in Science Miss Lucy Booth................................Home Economics and History Miss Margaret Delaney..Eng!ish, History, Girls’ Athletics. Business Practice Mr. Howard Martin..............................Agriculture, Boys’ Athletics Miss Nellie Maxham............................................. Latin, Algebra Miss Edith McGovern....................................................English Miss Margaret Ryan.............................French, History and English Mrs. Orson Jay.........................History, Physics, Music and English Miss Rachael Booth........Music, Social Science and Commercial Arithmetic TABLE OF CONTENTS Literary ...................Page 4 Editorials .................Page 11 French .....................Page 12 Girls’ Athletics ...........Page 13 Alumni ..................Page 13 School Activities .......Page 14 Boys’ Athletics .........Page 17 Exchange ................Page 19 The Grinnery ............Page 20

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4 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL HERLOCK SHOLMEb Faith Kenyon, ’36 and ---------, ’34 W-e-e-e-e-h-H! The police car is heading toward the scene of the murder. I, Herlock Sholmes, accompany it as usual. There is the house! Our ring is answered by a servant, who shows us into the library where the body lies. The Chief of Police goes over and examines the victim. “Suicide,” he says. I have known the chief to be wrong, so I anible over and inspect the corpus delicti. As the Chief said, it looks like suicide, but I still won’t admit that he is right. The victim is lying on his face. He is clutching a revolver in his left hand. In his right, he is holding a note, which tells his reasons for suicide. The note doesn’t mean anything to the Chief except to confirm his belief in the suicide theory. The bullet entered the body about three inches to the right of the heart. Blood has soaked the otherwise spotlessly clean white shirt. It has now turned to a brownish red color. I don’t like the suicide theory. If the dead man held his revolver in his left hand, why did he reach ’way around to the right to shoot? And why no powder stains? It looks suspicious to me. I decide to get at it from a different angle—murder. To begin with, there are three possible suspects—the gardener, Ryan, the one servant, Booth, and Morris Sorrell, the murdered man’s brother. Charles Sorrell was somewhat of a recluse, and these were, almost without exception, the only people with whom he was connected. I question Booth, the servant, first. “Booth,” I begin, “where were you last night between eleven and twelve?” “Why, I couldn’t tell you the exact place, sir. You see, I went to the movies and then for a walk. I didn t get through work here until nearly nine, so I went to the last show, which is out at eleven. After that I walked down toward the river to see if I couldn’t get rid of a headache, which came upon me while I was in the theatre.” “And then?” “I came home, sir, and went to bed. It was after twelve, for I heard the clock strike twelve when I was passing the library door on my way upstairs.” “You heard nothing more?” “No. My head still ached so I took some aspirin and went right to bed. I fell asleep almost immediately.” “You discovered the body?” “Yes, sir. This morning when I went in to tidy up a bit. “Booth, do you shoot?” “Why, yes, sir, a little.” “When did you shoot a gun last?” “Last night.” “Tell me about it.” “Before I left here. I took my .45 Colt’s revolver, and went out and tried to kill a skunk which Mr. Sorrell had seen the evening before.” “Did you see it?” “Yes.” “Did you shoot?” “Yes, sir, but I missed. It was very dark, and I’m not an expert, anyway.” “Why didn’t the gardener attend to that?” ' “He was in the war and was shell shocked. He can’t stand being near a