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

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CLASS OFFICERS Back row, left to right—Donald Little, Paul Milo, James McNulla, Neldon Whitty, John Stebbins. John Stephens, John Baker. Second row, left to right—Robert Panton, Joanne Charbonneau. Jean Sullivan, Sharon Spade. Emma Sehondube, Barbara Chamberlain, Sandra Danyow, Wayne Ganson. Front row, left to right—Helen Field. Pauline Martell, Alan Langeway, Norma Bodette, Henry Sisters, William Baldwin, Elaine French, Alice Tucker.

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BLUE AND WHITE 29 awarded a gold pin by the Crowell-Col-lier magazine company. The field days for the patrol this year were held in May. May 13th it was held at Springfield and May 20th at Lyndonville. Hugh Clark has started a Vergen-nes High School Dance Orchestra with about six members. Some of the ones participating are: Dennis Sulli- van, Norma Bodette, Bill Baldwin, Jim McNulla, Bob Stebbins, Joyce Harrow and Paul Ripchik. On April 11 the Senior American History class took a trip to Burlington to Chittenden County Court. They heard a trial on an interesting case in which a man filed suit for the partial loss of the use of his previously injured hand. The presiding judge explained the procedures of the court to the class. Also on May 2nd, the history class took a trip to the Brandon State School and to the Windsor State Prison. This trip was not only an educational trip but it was very enlightening as to the conditions in the State Institutions. The long awaited Junior Prom was held on May 26. The gymnasium was beautifully decorated in the class colors. The Ambassadors from Barre furnished the music. A reception was held from 8:30 to 9 :00 for the Seniors and there was dancing from 9:00 to 1 :00. Calendar for Commencement Week Baccalaureate Address June 11 8:15p.m Speaker, Rev. Earl Vincent Class Day Exercises June 14 2:30 p.m. Graduation Exercises June 15 8:15p.m. Speaker: Mr. Eugene Clowse Alumni Ball and Dance, June 14 6 :30 p.m. Basin Harbor Club The Seniors will be guests of the alumni. This completes the school activities for 1949-1950. It has been a busy year and one that we will not soon forget. Grace Hawkins, ’51. THE WOODY MOUNTAINS One day while I was up in the Woody Mountains hunting chipmunks with my trusty B-B gun, I ran across some big tracks. I didn't know what kind they were because they were so deep. V hen I saw these tracks I was scared so I went home and got another package of B-B's. Now that I had an extra package of B-B’s I felt much braver. When I arrived back in the woods I fell into an enormous hole. It took me an hour and a half to get out. I wasn’t hurt too badly—just a little shaken up. 1 looked into the hole and by George! I had fallen into the tracks that I had run across before. These tracks were so large that I went home and got another package of B-B's. Upon my arrival back in the woods it was starting to get dark. I didn’t want to get caught up there without a light so I went home and got one—a flashlight, that is. I started following the tracks and I followed them and I followed them and I followed them and I followed them until I came to a stone wall and there I lost the tracks. I was so disappointed that I started crying. Suddenly I heard a terrible thrashing and snarling. It was the monstrous beast. It ripped through the bushes and trees. It ripped trees right out of the ground. It had eyes as large as flying saucers and smoke was coming out of the top of its head. I started running and then I decided it was the animal whose tracks I had been following so I went back and started to follow the tracks again. It was very dark by then. I started following the thing and I followed it and I followed it and I followed it and I followed it, until it was daylight. I couldn’t find the strange animal but I kept following the huge tracks and 1 followed them and I followed them and I followed them and I followed them until at last I found the strange animal. And to my surprise after all (Continued on page 31)

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BLUE AND WHITE 31 THE WAYS OF NATURE Spring had come and had melted the deep snows which only a few months before had covered the entire countryside. As the snow had melted it filled the tiny brook which flowed through the valley. The brook rippled slowly along then with sudden falls dashed a swift current which would wash anything out of its path. It was below these falls on a cool spring night that a Mother Coon and her three young wadd.ed slowly along. They had come in search of food. She sat very still for a moment sniffling the night air. It was a cool breeze which blew from the north through a clump of evergreen and down the valley. As she sniffed the cool breeze and scented nothing the pale moon shown brightly on the swift torrent as it tore its path through the valley, Mother Coon felt very safe although she had been uneasy since they had started their journey for she was traveling in unfamiliar territory. Finally, seeing that the baby coons were hungry she rushed under the falls. Soon she was back with a large salmon which she gave to her young. After repeating this several times she too. sat down and tore large strips of tender flesh from the bones. Soon from the north came a shriek that would have curdled the blood of both man and beast. It was carried through the valley by the wind, but the plunging falls drowned out the sound so that Mother Coon heard nothing. t he shriek was that of a wolverine who after a hard winter was ready to kill anything in his path and who had followed the coons for many hours and was now getting ready for the kill. The wolverine stopped to rest and then his second horrible shriek was heard by Mother Coon. The noise had been heard many times before but she had been close to home and was able to make it to safety. Now he had caught her far from home and with her young which he knew would make it harder for her to hurry. She knew her only chance was to fight him but she had little or no chance of winning. She could go under the falls but not far enough to be out of the grasp of the wolverine and if she dared go any farther she would be swept away by the current. Suddenly, as she whirled about, there he stood before her with his teeth flashing and his jaws snapping. This was the only choice she had now and she decided to make the best of it. She threw herself at him with all her force but she fell to the ground and the wolverine was upon her tearing the flesh and making large gashes in her fur. Then he turned on the young coons and with one heavy blow sent them flying into the current. He had another victor)- to his home. Although he was very small in size he feared nothing and every animal feared him. Now early dawn had come and as the night faded Father Coon came along the water’s edge in search of his mate. He had come about two miles from his nest in the hollow oak and being very tired he sat down to rest. Suddenly the wind brought a scent to him that made him uneasy. He went but a few vards ahead and there before him lay bits of fur, spots of blood and a few bones which smelled very familiar to him. He sniffed these all very carefully and knowing what had happened, started back to his home which would now be lonely and empty. Joan Husk, ’52. THE WOODY MOUNTAINS (Continued from page 29) that following and following and following and worrying and worrying and going home after more B-B’s and going home after a flashlight and after walking and walking and climbing out of a very deep hole, I found that the large fierce, strange animal was nothing but a run-away bulldozer. Robert Stebbins, ’52.