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

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BLUE AND WHITE CLASS WILL We, the members of the class of '46, of Vergennes High School of the City of Vergennes, County of Addison, State of Vermont, being of sound mind, memory and understanding, do make, publish and declare the following as and for our last Will and Testament this is to say: We hereby revoke all wills, codicils or testamentary instruments by us at any time heretofore made and: To Mr. Berry we leave a brand new telephone so the children’s parents in the future can telephone their complaints instead of walking clear over to the office. To Mrs. Berry we leave a private secretary to handle the school’s business. You have trouble enough with your classes don’t you Mrs. Berry? We don’t know which your doing, teaching Business Practice or Practicing Business. To Mrs. Patterson we leave a string to hitch to her glasses so that they won’t wonder too far off just when she needs them. I think you left them on the chalk tray Mrs. Patterson. Walter Wood also leaves you his sense of humor so that you may enjoy George Bi-beau in the coming year. To Mr. Palermo we leave the keen interest we have shown throughout American History this year, well most of us, well there were three that paid attention. All right, Betty Norton and Alice Wallace did all right didn’t they? Betty Norton also leaves you her jolly smile to wear in Study Hall, you look SO SOBER! To Mr. Galipeau we leave a bright red sweater so that his blushing moments will go unnoticed. We also leave him a book entitled “How to Argue.” We have heard that Nancy Partch likes a little argument now and then. What about that Nancy? To Mrs. Peck we leave space in the cellar so that when her Home Economics class bakes a cake it won't have so far to fall. We also leave her money to install ventilation in the Home F.c. rooms. How old are the eggs you use in the cakes you make? To Mrs. Wright we leave our old and battered English books. Oh! they got sell a beating being taken home every night. Isn’t that right Clovis? We also leave her a dictaphone to put behind the chairs in the back row. It is rumored that some of the people in the back row had rather talk than listen to the lesson. What are you talking about back there, English? To Mrs. Nelson we leave our good wishes and the one’s of us who have taken Latin from her shall never forget her, oh ! but how they love to forget that Latin. To Austin Booth we leave out-names and in numerous cases, names of others on about every desk in the school. Don’t take them off Austin, especially the one I put right beside the one my great-great grandfather put on there when he was in school. CLASS WILL OF ‘46” I. Francis Burroughs, leave my abil-itv to do my physics and advanced algebra, to Nancy Partch. Not that you really need it, Nancy,—much. I also leave to Bill Taylor my talent for picking on “all” the girls. I wish you wouldn’t take them so seriously Bill. Last but not least, I leave my knowledge of farming to Coleman Parker. You would make the cutest farmer Coley. Moo Moo instead of Woo Woo. I, Jean Daigneault, leave to Jean Guyett, my snappy remarks and “corny jokes. I got by with them Jean, and I think you can too—I hope; also I leave to my sister Jerry, my Bible references, so that she may carry on my view points where I left off. A little argument now and then never hurt anyone, did it Jerry? I leave Marie Bodette my cultured manners and my perfect English, so that she may become a perfect lady. I. Phillip Griffith, leave to Ernie Chapman, my glasses, so that he can see his way around after dark. I

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14 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL CLASS PROPHECY It is the year 1966. A huge airliner is just leaving LaGuardia Field in New York City. I’m air hostess on the plane and have just discovered that one of my old classmates of V. H. S. is a passenger, namely. Walter Wood. The pilot of the pfane is Clovis Yandow. As Clovis has proved to he very efficient, I can relax and find out all about the class of '46 from that noted writer and critic. Walter Wood. First Walt tells me that under the name of “Troubador Cupid” he runs a column of advice to the lovelorn in the newspaper, “Time of My Life. And that he is now on his way to Boston to appear as a love expert on Radio Station V. H. S. on the Information Please Program. Only yesterday he received a letter from Betty Norton, who, in spite of her blonde hair and blue eyes is having quite a time to capture her “man.” She feels that this is because she is “pleasingly plump.” So Walt recommended her to one of his former classmates, Margaret Little, who has a gym for fat farmerettes. Margaret married after leaving high school and found farm life so dull that she set up this school. Her remedy is a great deal of exercise, staying out nights, and chewing gum for facial muscles. Anyway, I hope she can help Retty because she really deserves to settle down now after 20 years of nursing at the We Cure ’Em Ail Hospital. Now I’m going to tell you about the other members of the Class of ’46. Philip Griffith is teaching a course in Home Economics at Shoe. Horn Bend. Just to be different they hired a man to teach Home Economics for they could tell that Philip was most capable of handling such a position. Alice Harrow has lived a very glamorous life since she left V. H. S. Her first husband started her on the road to fame. He was the owner of the famous Midway Hotel in Chicago and the proud possessor of one million three hundred and forty two thousand dollars. But while on a visit to Peru, Alice fell in love and married a Peruvian. But it didn’t last long. Now she is living with her 17th husband. She seems to be doing all right for herself but is having quite a time to manage her children. Maybe it’s because she has thirteen. Roberta Shepard opened a kindergarten over in Bristol. She has been so successful with children that she has written many articles for “Parents Magazine” on child care. Jean Daigneault works for a New York firm. She’s a model of all types of clothes from dungarees to tailored suits. Francis Burroughs really found his calling. Everyone reads about the cases he has won in the courts. As a lawyer he is unsurpassed in ability. And last but not least, we come to the better part of the senior class of ’46. A gentleman who has really stuck by his native state—Alfred Jerger. Since Alfred was the only member of the class to stay near home he decided to open a ranch. He calls this ranch “Tex Care-away’s Hangout” or “Smoking Guns and Smouldering Souls.” Here we are so busy reminiscing about our classmates that we didn’t even know that our faithful pilot had once again reached the destination on time. Now that we’re down out of the air we’ll continue our normal lives. But it certainly is gratifying to realize that all of the class of ’46 are so successful and have made a mark in the world. Alice Wallace, ’46.

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16 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL think they’d come in pretty handy don’t you Ernie? I also leave to Senator Erwin Clark my manly build and rugged disposition so that he may enter the outside world as a wrestler as I intend to do. I. Alfred Jerger, leave to Donald Spooner my pick-up truck, so that he may do all the running around for the High School as I’ve done during the past four years. I also leave to Benny Dike, my big brown eyes and lazy drawl. They got me places. Benny, so I’ll let you try your luck with them. You may have to get your glasses changed. I, Alice Larrow, leave to Lorraine Poquette my ability to chew gum in class without getting caught. You don’t seem to have very good luck, do you. Lorraine. Also I leave to Ginny Lackard. my boy friend’s motorcycle, so Bob won’t always have to “traipse” down to your house whenever he wants to see you. Now you can go see him. I. Margaret Little, leave to Kenneth Roberts my flaming red tresses. It seems as though we heard you were particularly fond of red hair. Kenny. Also I leave my fiery temper to Shirley Hamel, maybe it would be a good thing if you did get flustered once in a while Shirley. I leave to Molly Burnham mv vast store of wit and humor to use when she is having trouble with Walt. Just say something funny, Molly. Walt likes to laugh. You two don’t fight anyway do you? I. Betty Norton, leave to Kay Looby my completed English assignment. Looks like you’ll have to find some new excuses now, Kay. I also leave my snappy swing and sway walk to Dud Whitney and then everyone will recognize him bv the way he walks. I, Roberta Shepard, leave to Paul Chapman my natural wavy hair. Now you won’t have to spend so much time in front of the mirror, Paul. I also leave to Gloria Merrill, my ability to stay home nights. It’s really not as gruesome as you think it is, Gloria. I. Alice Wallace, leave to Jean My- ers, my sweet, gentle voice, never mind though, Jean, you’ll get by. Also I leave my history marks to Betty Jordan. They may come in handy sometime, Betty, I’ll also throw in the book too, there are a lot of pictures in it. I. Walter Wood, leave my gift of gab to Jimmy Smith? I always seem to find something to say, don’t I Jimmy? Especially if the conversation is on the feminine side. Also I leave my car to Marvin Blakely. Maybe you can have a little variety then, Marvin. I also leave to Molly Burnham my ability to get caght chewing gum in Mrs. Patterson’s class. Oh ! I forgot you already have that ability. I, Clovis Yandow, leave to George Bibeau my “Romeo Technique.” Here’s wishing you all the good luck I’ve had, Georgie. I also leave to Coleman Parker my pet excuse for never having my home work done. If the truth were known, it could be that you and I have the same basic reasons, huh, Coleman. CLASS POEM Amid this time of turmoil In a world wracked with sin. There is a challenge ringing For the future citizen. The world is in need of a guiding power That will keep us from straying afar. And bring us back to a peaceful state Guiding us far from war. It doesn’t need the atomic bomb, Nor guns with bullets flying, But man’s love for his fellowman And the will to work together. So on this day of farewell To our classmates and our school, We, the class of forty-six, Will strive to reach our goal. So we are ready to play our part In this, our world of strife; We will learn from the errors of others We will build for all a good life. Jean Daigneault, ’46.