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

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BLUE AND WHITE BLACK It was a balmy day in the late 1600’s. The birds were chirping as they fluttered in and out of the bird bath on the lawn; while ■throngs of gayly dressed, happy people lined the narrow streets of Havenshire. Everyone seemed to be headed for the center of town; that is, everyone but Sue and her brother Nicky, who were sitting dejectedly staring at the people below them. “Oh, Nicky, see all the people taking flowers to the queen’s court. She is going to pick the most unusual ones and give a prize,” said Sue, looking dismally at her brother who was in deep thought, “and we haven’t even one flower to take, and, if we did, I couldn’t go because I’ve nothing to wear.” “Say, Sis, I’ve an idea! Why can’t we take some of those lilies down in the marsh?” Nicky, suiting action to words, jumped up and started down the path. “Do you mean the white lilies?” asked Sue, jumping up also, “but those are so common, everyone has seen them.” “Well, I’ll get some anyway. Put on your pink flowered dress. It’s pretty.” With that, he dashed off and soon his blonde head disappeared from view. Sue turned and went into the house. When Nicky came back a little later she was dressing; he went to the kitchen and fixed the flowers, then remembering his stomach he went to the pantry where he got the bread, butter and pepper and made himself a sandwich. He sprinkled the pepper generously on the bread spilling some of it; this caused him to sneeze but he didn’t mind PEPPER because he loved pepper sandwiches. Just then Sue appeared. “How lovely you fixed the flowers, Nicky. Let’s go.” Upon arriving at the palace, Nicky and Sue took their flowers to the reception room where the royal judges looked at all the flowers to decide whether or not they were worth the queen’s attention. Then, the children joined the others at games in the court yard. Nicky’s and Sue’s flowers were among those chosen by the judges for the queen’s consideration. As Nicky and Sue entered the throne room they noticed that the queen and her attendants were gathered about one end of a long table on which were the flowers. Drawing closer they discovered the flowers that were causing so much attention were their own. “They look like lilies, but those spots,” “What strange flowers,” “The strange odor,” “Whose are they?” such were the comments people around Nicky and Sue were making. Sue looked closely, then gasped, “Nicky, you spilled pepper on those lilies! Oh, they’re ruined! Why did we come?” But wait—the group around the queen had become very quiet. Sue started to pull Nicky out of the room, then stopped; the queen was speaking. “The flowers are all very beautiful, but I’ve decided to give the—achoo—(I must be catching a cold) to give the prize of five hundred gold pieces to the young people who brought these spotted lilies, as they are the most unusual I’ve ever seen. Will the young people please come forward.” Nicky and Sue went up to the PAGE ELEVEN

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VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL FIRST JOB Avoiding the shoveled walks where a street-lamp cast its yellow glow over the newly-fallen snow, Joe vaulted the wrought -iron fence and in a half-crouch, the soft snow muffling his footsteps, raced silently across the sloping lawn. Skirting the pattern of light from the windows of the white hotlse, he halted in the shadows of a snow-laden bush. “Can’t miss,” he whispered fervently, gauging the distance to the walk. “Just as the ol’ boy passes the lilac bush, I’ll let ’im have it! Then a quick getaway over the backyard fence.” He smiled in the early winter gloom. Wait until the gang heard about this. They’d find out that Joe Young could pull off a job as slick as any of them. A guy had to use his head on a job like this. Well, there couldn’t be a slip-up SPRING FEVER Oh, what a feeling—my head hums, my heart is working double time—its spring— spring!— the time for love. The birds chirp and flit lightly from branch to branch—of course, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Robin looking for a suitable position for their future home. The gray squirrels scamper around looking for their mate. Up North the bull moose lays back his head and blows his challenge to the world to come and deprive him of his feeling. People hurry and scurry about; there is a new lightness in their step. It’s spring, the most beautiful time of the year. James Benjamin, Class ’41 (Ed. Note: We think he’s in love!) anywhere. For a week now the ol’ boy was always home for supper at six sharp. Must be around ten of now. He’d be along any minute. Mebbe the gang would respect him more after this. Mebbe they’d call him “Joe” instead of “Shrimp” and “Half-Pint.” They’d probably let him in on some of their jobs, like the one they’d pulled a coupla weeks ago. There was the old boy now. A guy could spot that derby a mile off. Gotta take it easy now. Wait until he passes that lilac bush. Can’t miss— gotta get him. Wish he’d hurry up now. Joe was already scrambling over the backyard fence when he heard the teacher’s angry cry— “Who threw that snowball?” Joy Angier, Class ’40 A MIRACLE The score stood 22 to 22 in the final game of the championship series between V. H. S. and Burlington High School. The clock was ticking off the seconds, and there was 20 seconds left to play as “Art” Moorby came flashing down the floor. He stopped at midcourt and let fly an arching shot at the besket. The ball spun toward the basket, and the whistle blew just as it split the twine to win the championship for V. H. S. Just then Mr. Hylan woke up to find that his first championship for V. H. S. was only a dream. James Allen, Class ’43 (Ed. Note: If only dreams came true.) PAGE TEN

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VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL queen, their knees shaking and their teeth chattering. Here are the gold pieces, dears. What do you plan to do with them, may I ask ? ” “I am goiifg to buy mother an Easter gift and Sue a new dress so she will always be as beautiful as you. If there’s any left I’ll save it,” stoutly declared Nicky, sneezing violently. Betty Fifield, Class ’41 CONTRAST MORNING With the first signs of the departure of the night’s darkness, there were a few faint streaks of colored light visible in the eastern sky. Individual objects came into view as the light’s intensity increased and a delightful, fresh breeze blew in from the distant sea. holding in it a trace of salt. The freshness of the morning was invigorating and spurred us on to our pleasurable walk. Ah, the colors in the sky became more vivid and their beauty made us halt to marvel inarticulately. Suddenly the sun, in’ all its glory appeared over the distant snowcapped mountains and shed its brilliant, strong beams on the dew-covered grass, making the tiny dew drops shine like gems. In yonder tree and bush the birds began to twitter and a cock in the farmyard of one of the valley farms crowed. Morning had come! THE NIGHT Beautiful, velvety darkness pervaded all. The freshness of the gentle spring wind felt like the caress of a lovely hand. The moon was slowly piercing its way into the eastern sky, with a beam of purest light following in its wake. The thickly growing trees were beginning to form an intricate pattern of shadow and light on the smooth surface of the road. There was nothing frightening or smothering about that darkness, only a feeling of beauty in the night. PAGE TWELVE