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

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FACULTY Back Row: left to right—Mr. Galipeau, Father Ripper, Mr. Palermo, Rev. Davis, Mr. Bishop, Principal Berry. Middle Row: left to right—Supt. Patterson, Mrs. Barrows, Mrs. Nelson, Mrs. Favor, Mrs. Wright, Mrs. Berry, Miss Crosby. Front Row: left to right—Mrs. Peck, Miss Ball, Miss Goodere, Mrs. Barton, Mrs. O’Connor, Mrs. Jay, Mrs. Patterson. Cn BLUE AND WHITE

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24 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL “Say,” Bill exclaimed, “That's the young woman’s name who stayed with Mrs. Budge.” “Did you say Budge? Perhaps that’s whom I’m looking for.” Then he proceeded to tell them about a family who was looking for their little granddaughter, who was the heir to a fortune. They had heard of the death of their daughter, the child’s mother. Between them they put all the puzzling pieces together, and Mr. Prentice, the detective, thanked them and went to pay a visit to Mrs. Budge. He returned that night to tell Marge and Bill that Mrs. Budge had confessed to trying to take little Susan Reed’s fortune away from her. The child had been too small to handle the money, so Mrs. Budge had been left guardian by the dying woman. She was now being taken away, and Susan was to be returned to her rightful relatives. Within a few days Susan Reed returned to see Marge and presented her with one hundred dollars, in appreciation, and to help with College expenses in the fall. Such was an adventure in everyday life. “TOMORROW IS FOREVER” “Tomorrow Is Forever” is a novel written by Gwen Bristow. It is a story of a woman in love with two men, one a reality and the other only a haunting memory. Then her husband, who she has thought killed, returns, but he is so changed in personality and appearance that neither she nor her children recognize him. Not wishing to break up her recent marriage, he does not tell her who he is. He has adopted a war orphan and changed his name from Kittredge to Kessler. He takes an apartment for him and his adopted child and then very suddenly dies. Not until then does Elizabeth Herlong realize that this man was her husband. I enjoyed this book because it is so true to life, and typical of many war tragedies. Barbara Evans, ’49. “—AS OTHERS SEE US” Ah. here it’s time once again to tell you readers the “faults of the faculty.” I’ll begin with Mr. Berry, who hands out a little Sociology along with anything else that comes to mind. Most of the pupils of Mr. Galipeau’s math class can give you the dope on his yesterday's happenings. Mrs. Patterson is still entertaining us with an occasional French number in all her classes. No doubt most of the Home Economic girls are sewing buttonholes in their sleep—they’ve been doing them so long. Won’t their work pass for now, Mrs. Peck? If you were in Mr. Bishop’s sixth period study hall, very little studying would be accomplished. If anyone has completed an assignment there, let me know, will you ? Mrs. Nelson is really on her toes this year. She has even threatened to spank some of the seventh grade girls. Maybe a good spanking would do us all some good, Mrs. Nelson! Mr. Palermo is still out late nights, but he has learned the trick of keeping wide awake the next day. How do you do it, coach? Don’t ever try to argue on French with Mrs. Wright. She really knows her French, as well as her English. To Mrs. Berry goes this one fault— your Spanish students wish you would not give those Spanish numbers so fast. These are the faults of our faculty as I see them. Now that I’ve written them I have one little confession to make—the students have many more black marks than their teachers! Anonymous. Mr. Palermo: “What orchestra is that ?” Mrs. Berry: “That’s the orchestra that put the ‘din’ in the dinner and took the ‘rest’ out of the restaurant.”

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26 VERGENNES HIGH SCHOOL THE LAWNMOWER AND I Did you ever have something that you simply hated to do. that you just kept putting off. saying that you would do it tomorrow? Well so have I. and that is mowing the lawn. I don’t see why someone doesn't make a grass that wouldn’t grow, but then it would put the lawnmower companies out of business and we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we? Well to get back to my story, let me tell you about our beautiful, big, red. shiny, smooth running, even cutting, super ball bearing, rubber tired, lawnmower. Yes, again I say let me tell you about it. My father bought it because that’s what the man said about it and I will admit it did look nice compared with our old one, but he soon realized his mistake. I thought it would be a pleasure to push this one. so 1 started mowing the lawn. After I had heen around the lawn once or twice 1 began recalling the things my father had said about this contraption. “Beautiful !” oh! that it was. but I thought, “looks are only skin deep. Big! too big if you ask me. If I could have borrowed a horse to pull it. I might not have minded. Red and shiny ? Not for long, after I spilled the can of oil all over it in hopes that it would run easier. Now, I come to the funny part. Smooth running, even cutting, boy! You push it three or four steps and you will feel as if you were trying to push a freight train up hill backwards. And talk about even cutting, our lawn looked like the waves of the Atlantic. If it had been, I would have tossed the darn thing in. The only trouble with ball bearings was that I think they forgot to put any in. It had rubber tires all right, as I soon found out. Every time I turned a corner, one or the other of them would fall off. In disgust I put it in the shed. Well, maybe it wasn't all the lawnmower’s fault. Mav-be if I had mowed the lawn during the past three weeks it might have run easier. I went into the house and tried to invent a grass that wouldn't grow, but I guess I fell asleep. Walter Wood, ’46. JUST DAYDREAMING Have you ever imagined yourself a great musician, a great actor or actress, the hero of a baseball or football game, a great tennis player, the champion golfer, swimmer, or diver, an aviator. or one of the millions of other things that vou can dream about? I have, and I know that you have, too. I have often imagined myself an aviator zooming through the endless sky into the world of tomorrow. Daydreaming is good for you. It takes your mind off your studies, work and all your troubles. When you daydream, your mind rests and is not bothered with thinking about what x equals. However, you should not let daydreaming become a habit. If you do, you will find yourself “going around in a fog.” You can try to conquer the world, but don’t let daydreaming conquer you! Donald Spooner, '47. THE PARTING The soulful mewing of the sea gulls brings back haunting memories, even today. I still see the craggy cliffs as they stood out against the clinging skies; still hear the roar of the ocean as it flung itself in desperation against mv dull ears. The black see, the white foam, all stand out like an etching in my mind. All the skies were wearing grey—a soft mourning grey—but I didn’t notice. I was much too absorbed in myself—my sorrow. In this very place I had met him. How happy we had been! All life bgan in this place, on that day. How fitting that I should lose him here, too. But what was the use of going on? I had lost him—my only friend—my life! He had flown away forever. “Pee-pa”— my sandpiper. Jeanne Guyette. ’47.