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

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NEWSPAPER REPORTERS Top row, left to right: Marvin Blakely. R. Raymond. E. Muzzy, Marlin Blakely. Bottom row. left to light. L. 1 home. B. Jenkins, J. 1 racy. G. Lawrence. . Moses, Mrs. Rappaport. k in w i x o — '■w' o

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BLUE AND WHITE 29 LITERARY I’VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU (A Short Story) As I came home from the studio, I found a letter addressed to me—Richard Freeman. I could tell from the handwriting that it was from my mother in Vermont. As I read hurriedly, these words came into view—Kathy’s a graduate nurse now and has gone to New York City. I’ve heard that she wants to find you and ask forgiveness—.” 1 stopped there and slumped into the nearest chair thinking, “Now she is here in NYC. I wonder if she is the same Kathy I remember.” Kathy and my story began back in our high school days. Because of family troubles I had changed schools in the early part of my Senior year and attended a nearby one. It was there I met Kathy Walker who was also a Senior. Somehow I knew she was the girl for me. How clearly 1 remember her first words when we were introduced. They were, “I have been very anxious to meet you. Dick!” For the first time in my life I was speechless. Kathy, being everything I had thought her to be, saved the day for me by suggesting we have a coke at the local drugstore. 'There we talked about each other and I felt as if 1 had known her all mv life. “Kathy,” I said just before we parted, “I’ve had lots of fun being with you. Would you go to a movie some time with me?” From then on my life seemed to be complete. After being out with her several times and having met her folks, I moved in with them. They wished me to work for my board and room. Mr. Walker owned a garage and was short of help. 1 liked the work even though it meant getting up early to work before school and working late after school. 1 didn’t mind doing anything as long as I was near Kathv. Days flew by and we were always together. One December night just before Christmas we went window shopping. As we browsed along we came upon the display window of a jewelry store. A diamond there caught Kathy’s eye at once. Loving her as I did, I insisted we go in and get it. It was a perfect fit and I made a down payment on it and promised to pay the rest later. Months passed and we were still as happy. But one April day something happened—there was another man in Kathy’s life. She began to completely ignore me, even at the supper table. Ye never spoke unless forced to do so. Finally one night I went to her and said: “Kathy, I’ve decided to leave. If von want the other fellow then I won’t stand in your way.” “Where will you go?” she asked in surprise. “Oh, probably to New York and stay with my brother Charley. I can finish school somewhere there and find something to do.” As I said goodbv and turned away, tears came to my eyes. That was over three years ago, and 1 did come to New York. 1 finished high school and have become a part-time commercial radio announcer. Should I go to see her? Would she want to see me? Unable to account for my foregoing actions I sprang from that chair and hurried to dress. If I was to phone every YWCA in the city before dark, I’d have to act quickly. As I had thought she had, maybe bv chance, taken a room near my apartment. She had probably gotten my address from my mother. Dropping the phone quickly, I ran for all 1 was worth to the doors of that YW CA Building. The desk clerk made known my presence and not long afterward, I saw a familiar face coming slowly towards me—it was my Kathy. She was a little thinner with an older face covered now with tear drops. I ran to her and took her in my arms, and as 1 kissed her, I vowed to myself never to let her get out of my sight again.

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BLUE AXD WHITE 31 A SYMBOL As I see you, Oh majestic pine tree. Towering’ there, you seem to me so proud. Through passing years, you stand for all to see, So closely wrapped in your thick green shroud. Rays of sunshine turn your needles to jade. Tinkling raindrops to diamonds glistening bright. The snows of winter a blanket have made. Whose downy lightness we touch with delight. Such a lofty crest that freely in every wind, Gently nods as he watches all below. To me you’re a lord among all your kind. Yet neither conceit nor disdain you'll show. In age and wisdom; you’re more than a tree. You're a guiding symbol of Liberty. Janet Abare, '47. “THE SOUL” Down the road of life will trod the soul To be cherished by few and scorned by the rest Living in sincere peace or beyond control To hate with fury or love with unbound zest Entering into deep feeling or running over with emotion Strong and undying it seeks, until found the one Known only by the two that concede devotion. Long remembered, it is embedded in the heart to replace the sun On dark days when all but faith has seemed to vanish It may be seen as a mirror reflecting light into a shadow Nor yet cheated of the love but grown famished To then be with happiness and renewed hope endowed All through life it has sanctioned tears In the end to be lost with by-gone vears. Bill Taylor. '47. WHY I THINK RUDYARD KIPLING IS A GREAT WRITER Strangely enough. I dislike Kipling’s prose, but I thoroughly enjoy his poetry. This may be caused bv the fact that I read his Jungle Book at a very tender age. I distinctly remember attaching an odd dislike to its hero “Mawgli. I can not explain this except perhaps to say that it seemed exceedingly foolish to have a boy brought up by animals, and besides, it did not make sense. Neither did his story of “How the Camel Got His Hump” appeal to me. I think, perhaps, that I was more than a little fickle about my reading matter, but if any one would give me a book of fairy tales 1 would sit and read bv the hour. As I became older I was encouraged to read his poems. Perhaps, because 1 was older and could better understand them; I enjoyed them more. I have always especially liked his poem “If.” A saying, oft told would apply very well to it: “There’s more truth than poetry in it.” It is remarkable for a man to write timely poetry in his day and have it still modern twenty-years later. Yet that is exactly what Kipling did.. His poems “Recessional” and “Who Dies If England Live” are excellent examples of this. In fact 1 think the latter of these two sums up in three stanzas, what H. G. Wells tells us in several pages in his essay. “The End Of An Age.” But the poem I like best is his “L’Envoi.” This poem, for some reason. piques my imagination. Although his subject is death, he paints a bright picture of the “World Beyond” where “no man shall work for fame.” Teresa Bodette, '48. SAYINGS “Life is like a ladder, every step we take is either up or down.” “How you use today, determines how tomorrow will use you.” “You can serve God only by serving Man.”