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

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18 YERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL ADVICE TO THE UNDERGRADUATES Now, the time has come for me, Roberta Shepard, to give some valuable advice from my classmates to the undergraduates. Since our class is so small each of us has had to shoulder more responsibilities than the students in an average class. Therefore, we have more information on which we can base the following friendly advice to the undergraduates. First: If you want to know how to get along without studying, ask Clovis Yandow and Francis Burroughs how they do it. Second: For those who find study hall too dull and need a pen pal, consult Alice Harrow—she may lend you one. My Third bit of advice is to the “late risers” who should consult Alfred Jer-ger on how to be admitted to class. Fourth: For those who would like to know how to get along with all the teachers, ask our Pat Little for her technique. Fifth: In case you fellows might be caught at a dance without a girl, consult Walt Wood as to how to get one “on the double.” The Sixth bit of advice I have is to the girls who would like to be able to get B’s in history ad yet receive sufficient recreation (you know what we mean girls). We' advise you to consult our able guide, Alice Wallace. Seventh: Those who wish to learn the knack of studying even during a study hall of turmoil should seek advice from Phillip Griffith. I’m sure he could remedy your problem. Eighth: To the quiet little students who appear to be a little “W’allflower-ish” we recommend the worthy advice of Jean Daigneault. She has certainly added life to our Senior Class. Ninth: Those students who do not like to take books home in one volume for doing home work, may find Betty Norton’s plan a useful one. (By the way, Betty, did you ever put the missing pages back in your books?) Now for a little advice to the undergraduates from the serious side of life. We. the class of 1046, have been one of the classes which were greatly affected by the world war as witnessed by our small number. Many of our members had to leave school to take their places in the armed forces so that you might live in a peaceful world. Therefore our parting advice to you is that you appreciate all that your parents and teachers are doing to help you secure an education; cooperate well with them; make the most of the opportunities that you now have and leave nothing undone to make peace a lasting one. Roberta Shepard, ’46.

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BLUE AND WHITE 17 CLASS SONG (Tune: The Best Things in Life Are Free) The time has come when we must part Now into the world we'll go. Leaving behind the school we love And friends we have come to know. Down deep in our hearts. We wish we were back, In high school once more, just as before, But onward now we all must go, So farewell, dear old V. H. S. As we ascend that narrow path Which leads us to heights above, • Our thoughts will often wander back To school days we’ll always love. As we journey on, ' In years drifting by, We’ll often recall, old Vergennes High. But now our separate ways we’ll go So goodbye, Class of ’46. Betty Norton, ’46.

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BLUE AND WHITE 19 CHALLENGE By Florence Bolder Wright Dedicated to the Class of 1946—V. H. S. Keep climbing, Youth! Out of the ashes—out of the rotting remnants Of the weary Past, Build your new world! Carry it high—up—up— Beyond the mists of the mountain peaks Climb your White Tower! Struggle and strain against the wind, Bare your head to the sun— Give your heart, your muscle, And your fine, young manhood To the task. It takes the best. Do not be detained by the little men Who think themselves giants— They are only creeping ants! Pass quickly the tainted lowlands of despai r! Your work is waiting there—shining and free. Your dream still waits. You will be beaten, bruised—stop not for bleeding hands. Despair has no place here. Do not look back—there are old men there Full of dire predictions, and even threats. Leave the surly scoffer to his bitterness. Brush lightly past the indolent, the indifferent. They will be always there, waiting in the foothills To trip you, when, with your head in the stars, you are unwary. You will come down at sunset, Infinitely tired and worn; Aching, and in pain, and glad to die. But what will it matter? You will have climbed, You will have reached, And for one brief moment that is eternal. You will have looked upon the sky!