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

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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!

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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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20 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL “INIMICAL TWINS” From babyhood, Della and Bella had been dressed alike and had been treated as nearly alike as possible. Even so, each was jealous of everything that the other one had, if she didn’t have something exactly like it. This grew to be a mania with Della. She was even jealous of Dorian Gardner, Bella’s boy friend. One fine spring day Dorian went over to the Pennington's to ask Bella to take a walk with him. The afternoon was perfect. The flowers were beginning to bud. The birds were singing and even the air smelled of spring. It was a day to make you glad you were alive. Della met him at the door. “Hi! Dorian. Isn’t it a swell day out? Our tulips are budded. Bella’s in the other room waiting for you. Go on in.” As he approached the door, a feeling of dread swept over him. Slowly, the door squeaked open. There, sprawled grotesquely on the floor, with a nail file in her heart. lav Bella. At a glance he knew that she was dead. With a gasp, he told Della to get the police. “What is it? I’ve got to see, too!” Della screamed. Pushing past him she entered the room. At the sight of her dead sister, she became hysterical. Dorian gruffly told her to get hold of herself. He led her out of the room, locked the door, and went for the police. Finally, the one and only member of the police force arrived. Bursting into the house, he exclaimed: “Had a flat tire, so had to hitch ji ride. Plope you haven’t touched anything. Finger prints you know? When did you find her? Where’s Della; where’s the body?” Breaking in on him Dorian said, “Whoa Wait a minute! I can’t answer everything at once. The body’s in the next room. So far as I know, it hasn’t been touched. Della’s lying down. The shock, you know. They were always very close. I found the body about two minutes before I called you. Here’s the key to the room. I iocked it to keep everyone out. Is there anything I can do to help you?” “No, thereV nothing you can do. Stay where I can reach you if I want to. Good bye.” Impatiently the chief sent Dorian home. The next day the chief called Dorian. “I wish you and your brother Ronald would come down to the office as soon as possible!” As soon as Dorian and Ronald arrived. they were ushered into the chief’s office. After talking about everything but the murder, he suddenly asked, “Ronald, you wear specially made shoes don’t you? They have special lifts in them don’t they ? Where were you when Bella was murdered? You quarreled wilth her the evening before she was found dead, Didn’t You?” Comepletely flustered for a moment Ronald couldn’t speak. Then he screamed, “I didn’t kill her, I didn’t! That atfertioon I went walking in the woods, no one saw me, but I didn’t kill her.’’ Then he calmed down a bit and asked, “Why do you want to know if I have special lifts on my shoes? Yes, I do, but it's none of your business. Who told you 1 had a fight with Bella? We exchanged a few words but I called her up this morning and apologized.” '1 he chief replied “I’m sorry, son, but in the face of all the evidence I’m holding you on suspicion of murder! At this, both brothers looked shocked, and started to protest. “Hold it!” the chief said, “I found foot prints of your shoes in the mud outside of the room where Bella was murdered. I searched your room and found a bloody shirt. Everything points to You!” In a sort of daze Dorian walked from the office. Mechanically, he started home, his mind busy with thoughts of Bella and Ronald intermingled. As he passed the murder house Della called