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

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14 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL Class Day and are looking forward to the Alumni Banquet and Ball this evening. After tonight we will be once more together and then will come the launching of each individual ship on the Waters of Life. This is our ship’s log and we hope that by its record the happy memories of our brief voyage together may remain with us forever. Tomorrow night we launch—captains of our own ships! Where shall we anchor?

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BLUE AND WHITE 13 scurrying hither and yon, loaded down with palm trees, fur coats, icicles, igloos and water melon vines. The resulting presentation, “An Eskimo Tragedy” won for us second place, first honors going to the stunt. “So This Is Paris,” presented by the Class of ’35. Other Club banquets, parties and dances rounded out our Sophomore year’s program. September, 1934, found us back on the ship, electing our officers for the Junior year. Wilbur Pratt was chosen President; Vice President, Beatrice Cook; Secretary, Margaret Booth; Treasurer, Marguerite , llen; and Student Councillors, Joan Casey and Elinor Sullivan. The school activities started with the Annual School Fair. The proceeds from the presentation, “Masque of the Months,” from card parties and dances, were put into the fund for our New Gymnasium, plans for which were already started. Another “Stunt Nite” was approaching and our class presented “Melodrama to End Melodrama,” but no one seemed to see anything humorous about it except the cast. The biggest event of the year was the completion and dedication of the gymnasium There was gratitude in every heart to those who had made this possible and our only sorrow was that we might enjoy it but one more year. Then came the long-awaited event— the Junior Prom. Gay decorations, smooth music, good punch, and colorful gowns, linked with the fact that we were the first class to hold our Prom in the New Gym, made this an occasion to be long remembered. Graduation came, and uppermost in the minds of all of us was the thought that another June would find us in caps and gowns, and that the next Spaulding March would find us launching our ship. As a crew numbering thirty-three we came to the beginning of our last year of apprentice sailing. We came pre- pared to initiate those Freshmen whom we had entertained the previous spring on Sub-Freshman Day. At our first class meeting, as usual, we chose our class officers. Wilbur Pratt was reelected President; Vice President, Hilton Forrest; Secretary, Margardet Bo-dette; Treasurer, Lottie Gates. Soon we purchased our class pins, and then we felt that we were full-fledged Seniors. Our social life began promptly, but from a rather mercenary standpoint, for we knew that we had money to raise. We gave “Senior Hops,” candy sales, and card parties. As was customary, another School Fair was held for the benefit of the Athletic Association. In April the Pro Merito and Honor Lists were made public, and Pro Merito pins purchased. Recently another “Stunt Nite” was held, with our class presenting the stunt, “So You’re Going to Paris!” Throughout May the Senior Class was busy practicing day and night for the smash hit, “Bab.” Toward the last we practiced until we could say our lines backward, forward, and sideways, and during the day, members of the cast wandered aimlessly about their classes, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Even chemistry class failed to revive them! But we are proud of the production which proved our dramatic talent. On May 29, the Junior Prom was held in our honor. It was a gay affair which proved the esteem with which the Junior Class regarded us The following week we carefully steered through the straits of Final Exams. And now we have come to our last week together. On Monday we spent the day at Margaret Booth’s camp, swimming and generally enjoying ourselves On Wednesday we contributed toward the success of the school picnic at Lake Dunmore. Today we have come together for our

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BLUE AND WHITE 15 CLASS WILL Margaret E. Bodette, ’36 We, the class of 1936, being of partially sound and disposing mind, memory, and understanding, hereby make and publish this instrument as our last will and testament. I, John Carroll Ball, do hereby will and bequeath to Arnold Parker my favorite essay on “How To Get Along With Women.” Remember Arnold, “A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke!” I, Kenneth Carroll Barney, do hereby will and bequeath to Kenneth Sullivan my track ability. See that you run east and west Pansy, not up and down. I, Maynard Oliver Barrows, do hereby will and bequeath to Arnold Sullivan my latest model in milk trucks. You know the old saying “A rolling truck gathers no moss”! You’d be surprised the way this truck can cover the ground from Vergennes to Lakeside Boulevard! I, Kathleen Grace Belden, do hereby will and bequeath to Elaine Pratt my ability to cook You know Elaine, “You can find the way to a man’s heart through his stomach.” These hard working “Miners” are hearty eating men. I, Margaret Evelyn Booth, do hereby will and bequeath to Lee Fiske my ability to dance, and especially that new “Colgate Tap.” Now, Lee, if you have any difficulty in picking up those number “12’s” of yours—just call on me, •and if I can’t help you. well, I guess no one can. I, Bette Ruth Bristol, do hereby will and bequeath to Robert Elliott my sweet smile—A smile to go with those ■dimples—“You little dimpled darling”! I, Norma Alberta Bristol, do hereby will and bequeath to Jeannette Graves my one and only “heart throb.” Worry no more, Jan! I, Pauline Thelma Burgey, do hereby will and bequeath to Elaine Hamel my height. “Beauty runs high,” Elaine. Capture a tall young man and with the power of miracles plus a ladder you will some day reach his height. T. Myrtle Alice Burt, do hereby will and bequeath to “Little Sammie” Jack-man my ability to chew gum. When your tongue is dying to go. “Sammie,” see if maybe your jaws can’t defeat it. The rhythm for dry subjects like Ancient History is 1+24-3+4—for more peppy subjects like Chemistry and Physics it is 1234. I. Susie Mabel Carpenter, do hereby will and bequeath to Eleanor Langeway my strength to stand up under the strain of so many dances in Bridport and points west. This might come in handy for all these Fraternity dances— I mean “Frat” dances. I, Beatrice Joan Casey, do hereby will and bequeath to Mary Gage my ability to control and reform strong, tall dark ’n handsome “he-men.” Now Mary, there’s no reason why one Irish smile isn’t as good as another and, you made a pretty good start New Year’s Eve. Of course your heart throb isn’t as tall as mine—he’s sort of a “Runt.” I, Beatrice Millicent Cook, do hereby will and bequeath to Alma Barrows my school girl complexion. I think it will save your father money, Alma—and then too, you must beware of that so called “Cosmetic Skin.” I, Clinton Garland Douglas, do hereby will and bequeath to Clarence Stagg my ability to conceal from the entire student body and faculty the effects of the morning after the night before!” I, Vincent Hilton Forrest, do hereby will and bequeath to Warren Flagg my wonderful build. Eat your spinach every day, Biddy—and you’ll soon be a big man just like your “Uncle Hilton!”