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

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BLUE AND WHITE September-October, 1938 Vol. I, No. 1 TABLE OF CONTENTS —FICTION— page 4 Indian Summer.................... 5 Grandma vs. Grandma’s............. 6 All on an Eerie Night............ 7 Classroom Monologue............... by .....Aleda White Eleanor Humiston ...Eleanor Hawley ......Lillian Husk 8 9 13 18 11 10 12 14 16 19 22 23 —ARTICLES— Did You Know That—?............ October ....................... ..Geraldine Bacon .Eleanor Putnam —FEATURES— Editorials ................................. “View and Review”........................... Verse, Discouragement...................... Two Poems: Autumn Wind and The Squirrel ...Your Editors ...Your Editors Shirley Sheehan Marie Langeway —DEPARTMENTS— The School Calendar..................... Boys’ Athletics........................ Le Departement Franqais................ The Grinnery........................... The V. H. S. Searchlight—Alumni Section The F. F. A. Page...................... ...Verlie White ......Ben Allen ....Roger Collins Raymond Ryan Desmond Casey ...Howard Tatro PAGE THREE

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BLUE AND WHITE September-October, 1938 Vol. I, No. 1 Published by the students of Vergennes High School, Vergennes, Vt. EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief..............................William G. Allen, ’39 Assistant Editor.........................Shirley M. Sheehan, '40 Business Manager.............................Terence F. Gage, ’39 Assistant Business Manager........................Arden Slack, 40 DEPARTMENT HEADS Literary Editor.......... Assistant Literary Editor. School Activities Editor- French Editor............ Art Editor............... Assistant Art Editor..... Alumni Editor............ Grinnery Editor.......... Boys’ Athletics Editor... .......Marie Slack, ’39 ........Alice Ryan, ’40 .......Verlie White, ’39 ......Roger Collins, ’39 Katherine Horsford, ’39 ......Lucile Mundy, ’39 ....Desmond Casey, ’39 ....Raymond Ryan, ’40 ....Benjamin Alletj, ’39 FACULTY ADVISORS Miss Margaret T. Ryan Mr. John W. Wallace The Blue and White, published by the students of Vergennes High School, Vergennes, Vermont, and printed by the Rockwood Publications, Inc., of Vergennes, appears four times in the school year. Copies are received by all bona-fide members of the Vergennes High School Student Activities Association; to other pupils at Vergennes High School and to others copies are twenty-five cents. PAGE TWO

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VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL INDIAN SUMMER Alicia White. ’41 The organ music had ceased and the radio announcer was reading yesterday’s football scores, but Grandpa Radcliffe hadn’t noticed the change. He sat apparently gazing out of the window at the big Maple tree on the front lawn beneath which already there was a round, brown carpet of leaves. Now and then another leaf would drift lazily down from the partially bare boughs and settle itself with a soft rustle among its companions. But grandpa wasn't noticing the tree either, at least not consciously, although it may have been the gentle submission of the earth to the forces of Autumn that had set him thinking. The truth was Grandpa was lonesome with that sad loneliness of old age which young folks sometimes wonder about, but seldom allow to affect their actions. The folks had all gone for a Sunday afternoon ride in the car, content in knowing that Grandpa would be home to take care of things in case a calf should get through the fence and yield to the temptation of the winter apples under the orchard trees. Grandpa, they knew, would much prefer to sit home by the radio to being crowded into the car with mother and father and Betty and Jimmy and Bill. The radio suddenly began to blare forth the confused rhythms of the latest swing. Grandpa arose, turned it off, and went to the kitchen. Behind the stove there he found his frock on a nail, seized his knotty walking stick and went out the back door. As he started up the pasture lane, he scuffed the leaves a little more than his stiffened legs made it necessary for him to, making them into little windrows as he walked slowly along. “Dry leaves,” he thought. “Dry leaves.” Beneath the apple tree beside the fence he paused long enough to pick up two or three scrubby apples that had fallen since the cows had last been down the lane. Then, loosening his coat, for the afternoon sun was warm on his back, he continued slowly, up the lane to the upper pasture. There he sat down on the big grey boulder, leaning his cane against the side of it, and gazed out over the tops of the house and barns and silo to the mountains in the west. Thus he sat, wrapped in his gloomy meditations, until suddenly he was aroused by a heavy step behind him and a gentle pressure against his shoulder accompanied by loud sniffs. “Hello Dick,” he said to the big chestnut farm horse that had come inquiringly to him, followed closely by its teammate. As grandpa stood up, the big horse’s nose began to nudge at his coat pocket. “Oh, so that’s what you want.” Grandpa held out an apple in each hand to avoid any jealousy between the two horses, and watched them scoop the fruit with their leathery lips, and crush it under their grinders. Somewhat relieved by the companionship of his four-legged PAGE POUR