Wells River High School - Chatterbox Yearbook (Wells River, VT)

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1921 volume:

(Chatterbox Vol 2 Wells River, Vt., December, 1921 No. 1 Twenty-fiv - Cents per Copy CHATTERBOX STAFF Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor Business Manager Advertising Editor Assistant Business Manager John Steven9 Blanche Blood Gerald Roberts Porter Farwell Herbert Sherwin Associate Editors Literary Editor School Notes Social Notes Athletics Jokes Exchanges Theda Learned Dorothy Cameron Elizabeth Laturneau Frank Abbott Beulah Grant and Norman Cameron Ethel Symes Who’s Who in W. R H. S. Faculty Principal Seward F. French Assistants Hazel G. Doodv Lillian Garvin Kathleen Foster 2 THE CHATTERBOX Class Officers Seniors: President Gerald Roberts Vice-President Marion Farquharson Secretary and Treasurer Blanche Blood Class Advisor Mr. French Juniors: President Porter Farwell Vice-President Ellsworth Amidon Secretary and Treasurer Frances Learned Class Advisor Miss Doody Sophomores: President Rena Cameron Vice-President Marjorie Tewksbury Secretary and Treasurer Lloyd Willis Class Advisor Miss Garvin Freshmen: President Robert Learned Vice-President Samuel Hutchins Secretary Jean Brook Treasurer Harold Wilbur Class Advisor Miss Doody Student Government Board President Gerald Roberts Secretary Dorothy Cameron Members John Stevens Kenneth Morrison Porter Farwell Charles Grant Mildred Heartz, Rena Cameron Francis Peach Robert Learned Mr. French and Miss Doody Faculty Advisors THE CHATTERBOX 3 Gamma Sigma President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Blanche Blood Dorothy Cameron Theda Learned Elizabeth Laturneau Basket Ball Manager Basket Ball Captain School Treasurer John Stevens Kenneth Morrison Ethel Symes This copy of the Chatterbox is the first anniversary of our school paper. This may seem a trifling fact to the outside world but to us it means a great deal. It was only through the efforts of the faculty and a few students that a paper was published last year. Material and funds were lacking. Never- theless they succeeded in their attempt and gave to us three issues of which we were very proud. The Chatterbox this year has undergone a com- plete change in its staff. Our former editor-in-chief graduated with high honors, leaving behind her a well- laid foundation for us to build on. We hope the students realize that the success of a school paper de- pends upon each one and not upon the faculty or a chosen group; that they will consider it their duty to 4 THE CHATTERBOX contribute something for each issue whether it is accepted or not. No prizes are offered since the honor alone ought to be ample reward We take pride in announcing a total of two hundred subscriptions this year. We need the cooperation of the Alumni. If you a -e far away, send us a letter describing your work and surroundings. Think of the good times you had while you weie here. Subscribe to our paper and read how we combine pleasure and learning. In this issue we have tried to show our loyalty to and interest in, the Alumni of W. R. H. S. by com- piling an address list of graduates. We hope this will olease you and all our readers. Suggestions from our friends would be gratefully received. Cbc lunior-Senior We have been asked 8everal time° $ch00l this year what the Junior-Senio? High School means. This rather recent change in the educational system is spreading rabidly o er the country and is being approved by ah educa' ors. The chief aim in changing our old seventh and eighth grades into a Junior High School is to do away with that old fast drawn line between the grades and high school at which place many pupils left school fore er. In the new system the pupil advances with and becomes a part of the high school while still under school age and becomes so interested and embodied into it that no thought of leaving occurs to him. During the years of junior work an intelligent study of each pupil can be made so that he may be better directed in his choice of courses when the time comes for him to de- cide what he shall take. The junior school this year has automatically be- come a vital part of our school life and has not only THE CHATTERBOX increased our number but has joined us in spirit as well. We are glad to have the new system and hope it will be a great success. Olir Privilege Thursday is a very happy as well as a very beneficial day in Wells River High Why Thursday more than other days ? Because every Thursday afternoon Mrs. Kidder comes to us with her wonderful readings and explanations of Browning. She has been reading “Pippa Passes” to us, a poem which we confess had little meaning for us before. We can not express our appreciation for her interest in us and the gift of her time and talent. Teachers and students are her debtors. We hope she may realize in part how very devoted we are to her and how grateful wc are for her help. $Cb00l SpirifA chool however large is not serving its pulpose in the world if it has’t any school spirit. First wfj t is school spirit? Is it just a school good in athleticior standing? No, its not, its a school in which every Member works for the school, and a school in which ail its members work together. If you went out about your town and said your sister was no good and your brother was worse and that your mother and father fought all the time, what attitude would people take toward you? Would they want to come to your house? Would it increase your individual popular- ity ? No, it would not. It is the same in the school. It is the turning point of your life; if you don’t fit and boost iA your school you are not going to be fitted for life. If you are proud of your school tel1 your next door neighbor, if you are not proud of your school either learn to be proud of it, or go to a school of which you can be proud. ( THE CHATTERBOX Cbc Baseball field Perhaps some of the business men in town and the school board think we have not vused the baseball field enough to pay for their generousity. It is true, but next year we hope to use it more if given the opportunity and we feel sure that our loyal supporters of last year will continue their fine public spirit this year. We sincerely thank them for the use of the baseball field and the other privileges they have enabled us to have. A HIKE IN THE COUNTRY The day of all days occurred when on Monday after- noon. August twenty-second, nine boys of Wells River High School, with the Principal, Mr. French, met at the station of Woodsville to take the airline to Morrisville. Vermont. The ride was about fifty miles, and turned out to be an exciting one. In the first place, Bing Peach, while riding on a train once before was “vamped” and got off and left his clothes and belongings, so we had to keep close watch of him. On getting into the train, we found it pretty well crowded so took seats where we could find them. We looked around to spot our group and located all but “Bing.” When we did at last he was surely upholding his reputation. Well, we won’t pick on him any more! We will find more noble characters and men of confidence, and sure enough, before we had gotten halfway there, we began to realize that we had with us, “Tarzan of the Apes.” He wanted to do trapeze work on the bell rope but, of course, we couldn’t let him. Ellsworth Amidon was taken with a sudden wave of sea-sickness, but we soon fixed that. We arrived in THE CHATTERBOX 7 Morrisville about five-thirty, and I guess we all did our share in eating, especially Ernest Mayhew, who between mouthfuls of what we called ham and eggs, declared, “That’s good beefsteak.” After coming out of the restaurant, we were enter- tained by “Socrates the Second,” who told us the lay of the land, the population, and good character of the people of Morrisville. We all concluded that if they all lived to be as old as he and stayed there as long it must be a pretty frisky population. By the way, he was about ninety-nine. Well, we hit the road for Stowe, which was about eight miles away. We hiked to within about two and one-half miles of it, and then climbed over and waded a brook on the bank of which we pitched our camp. “Tar- zan” of course looked after the fire, as he said it came natural to him. After a few necessary tasks we all re- tired for the night, so we supposed, but we were mis- taken, for about twelve o’clock we were awakened by someone talking and sure enough, up in a nearby tree there was “Tarzan,” practicing, I guess, for the open-air exercises he was going to give us in the morning. We had a little trouble in getting him down to civilization, until he was told he would have to walk two and one-half miles before breakfast, and then he at once came down and crawled under the blankets. Whether he went to sleep or not I don’t know, but he woke us up in the morn- ing. As the nights were cold we slept with most of our clothes on, so it did not take us long to get dressed. Then “Tarzan” gave us his open-air exercises, a vivid descrip- tion of killing animals of the jungle with the naked hands. s we were all very hungry it did not take us long to reach Stowe, where we had our breakfast. While we were waiting for Mr. French to buy the provisions for the hike to Mt. Mansfield, “Gibby” Perry bought eight pears 8 THE CHATTEFJBOX with money he was supposed to save, and would have bought eight more, if the money had held out. After getting our provisions and baggage together, we started for Mt. Mansfield. The day was warm, and each one of us had something to carry, for we had with us two pounds of beefsteak and four loaves of bread. We hiked until we arrived at Bingham Falls, one of the pret- tiest places I believe I ever saw, and you can’t imagine how cool and refreshing it was after traveling in the hot sun nearly all day. To tell the truth, we were pretty well ’‘tuckered out.” There at the foot of a twenty-toot fall and beside a stream of water that wound around in all manner of shapes and turns, and clear as a crystal, we cooked our dinner. Then we all felt so much better we looked the place over, and again started for Mt. Mans- field with four miles to go. We arrived at Barnes Camp, at five-thirty (about half way up Mt. Mansfield). There we left our luggage and went up in Smugglers Notch and explored a while. There were caves of all sorts and description. One espe- cially interesting thing was the elephant’s trunk. That being so much of a change after hiking all day, we actu- ally ran down to camp. We made our supper of beefsteak and bread and but- ter, and as we were all very tired, went to bed early. “Tarzan” got excited two or three times, but we calmed him down. We were up bright and early the next morning, ate our breakfast, washed our dishes in a nearby brook, and started for the top. The sign board said three miles and one-half, but before we got there it seemed six. At Taft Lodge we asked what he had for cold drinks and he said. “Plenty of cold water in the spring around the cor- ner.” We got to the top about one o’clock. We cooked our dinner and went to the tip top house, where “Tar- THE CHATTERBOX 9 zan” attracted much attention. From there you could see most all of Lake Champlain, and the country for miles around. We hiked about seven miles through the woods to the Mt. Mansfield Trout Club, and just behind the Trout Club reservations we camped for the night. We made our supper of roast beef, tomato soup, bread and butter. We were up early the next morning because we want- ed to catch the trolley to Waterbury. I said trolley; it seemed more like a boat. It was a ride of about ten miles. We stopped at Waterbury to wait for the train for Montpelier. Of course, “Bing” was up to his tricks again, riding on a pass from Waterbury to Montpelier, which was marked Montpelier to Wells River. We ate supper at Miller’s Inn. You can imagine how we looked, as we shuffled in there, after hiking all day. Plainfield was about ten miles away. We hiked half- way and camped for the night. The next morning we got up and hiked an hour before breakfast, which helped us to work up an appetite, for our four cans of beans and the coffee. Then the word was, “On to Plainfield.” We arrived there about eleven-thirty, to wait for the ‘mud and water” home which sure did look good to us. for all its starts and jolts. We admired the up-to-date way of putting people on the train at South Ryegate; there is more snap to the conductors than there is to the train. When the group got off at Wells River, we were the same happy bunch only a bit the worse for wear. —L. Willis CURING THE CUT-UP “Al” Hicks was a natural born cut-up. He would think it a great joke to walk up to you and smack you be- tween your shoulder blades with enough force to make 1« THE CHATTERBOX you lose your breath, and whoop how glad he is to see you are back again. He is the kind of comedian who re- marks when anything falls on the floor, like a pile of dishes, “You’ll find it on the floor.” He always said, “What can I do you for?” instead of “What can I do for you.” In short he wore the bunch of cowboys’ nerves to a frazzle, who had to put up with this sort of humor, which was really about as funny as a wooden leg, though he couldn’t be shown this. He broke into ranch life with a dead joke the first day. As he rode up and dismounted he remarked that, “I see they ain’t had no communication from Washing- ton by mail or telephone for over two weeks.” “No?” Pete Bohn bit. “And why’s that?” “Why, Washing- ton’s been dead more than a century,” the coot shot back at him. Then he doubled up in laughter, slapping his chaps with antics fit for a circus. For one solid hour af- ter that he kept his mouth going, firing one joke after another in an endeavor to keep up the reputation he fig- gered he’d made with us. He dug up the joke about an Englishman who was told that death is like a tin can tied to a dog’s tail, “because its bound to occur,” only he got it mixed and got it off by saying “it’s bound to a dog.” We did laugh then. By the next evening we had our minds completely made up about the popularity of “Al” Hicks. He was not serious a minute. For instance, someone would ask him if he thought it was going to rain. He would look up into the sky, as if studying, and feeling around in his pocket, remark, “Why, no I don’t feel any change in my pocket.” Or again, while we were eating he would be asked to pass the butter. He would nod without making a move for the dish. “That’s what I always do,” he’d declare, “you see I had an uncle once who was killed by a goat.” THE CHATTERBOX 11 We tried to have a heart to heart talk with him. but it was no use. He turned the criticisms which we direc- ted at him with jokes which must have been stale when Noah was sailing toy boats around in his old man s bath tub. One day Ed Marshall says to him, “If you can see a real joke, I’m the president of China.” “Well I can see one now,” says the shrimp looking straight at Ed with a silly giggle, which took all the sting out of his come-back. When we plugged up our ears with beeswax and cotton, he began a series of physical jokes. He put a wad of chewing gum in Ed’s hair, salt in the sugar bowl, and a chopped up whisk broom in our blankets. The time had come to do something desperate, but what was there we could do? After some hours of laborious thinking we hit upon a regular scheme. It happened that “Al” had been riding over to the ranch of Lem Pearsall lately to see Lem’s gal Mehitable. So the next day we laid for “Al.” “I see you’ve been over to Pearsall’s quite a lot lately,” says Ed. “You’ve got a good eye for a pretty face, but Mehitable’s a darn nice girl and the feller who cops her will be lucky.” “Al” is growing redder every minute but Ed goes on, “I s’pose it would seem to you as though I was meddlin’ in your personal affairs too much if I told you how to make a hit with her, so I guess I’ll keep my mouth shut.” No, go ahead and tell me,” says the poor fish falling into the trap. “Well, it’s so simple anybody would have thought you’d have thought of it yourself, but its this way,” Ed goes on. “she’s the kind of girl that likes a nervy happy lad, so just you go on springing every joke on her you ever thought or heard of and she’ll be your weeping bride any time you want her.” He took this for granted, it seems, and after that we hardly ever got any of his stale stuff uncorked on us. He saved it to spring on Mehitable when he rode over to her shack which stood across the creek. 12 THE CHATTERBOX All went well for a week, when one night he came galloping up to the ranch a full two hours ahead of time. “What’s the matter with that old Pearsall coyote,” he gasps? Is the reason he don’t have any friends or ac- quaintances because he is crazy and if he is, why didn’t you tell me about it before? Why, tonight I was trying my level best to entertain him. The fact is tonight’s the night I’ve set to ask Mehitable if she didn’t think Hicks would be a shorter and easier name to write than Pearsall. When I turned up this evenin’, I was lucky enough to get a word with her alone. I asked her to meet me at the water tank by the railroad track in an hour’s time be- cause I’d important things to speak to her about. Well, she agreed to slip away and meet me there. Ever since I’ve been callin’ on her, that old galoot, her father, has sat right into every one of our conversations. He thought he was some story teller, I guess, until two evenings ago I cut loose on him with some of my yarns like you told me to do and since then he sort of shut up and left the floor to me. I was settin’ in the parlor alone with him to- night trying to cover up Mehitable’s get-away by telling him a couple of gags when he jumps on me with his gun and a meat ax, with which he declared his intention of separating me from my life. A feller like that oughter be in jail and I’d go round up a posse now only I got to get down to the water tank as I’m twenty minutes late already.” The second he was gone we nearly fell over each other in racing for the railroad tracks to overhear his proposal to Lem Pearsall’s gal. “You want me to what?” we heard Mehitable ex- claim. “Marry me, I said,” A1 Hicks’ voice floated to us. “You’ll be happy with me. How can you help it? I’ll keep you merry as a lark all day pullin’ jokes on you like ----”. “Say,” Mehitable cut in, “is this the important thing you brought me all the way out here to tell me? If I’d supposed for a minute that you was entertaining THE CHATTERBOX 13 thoughts of matrimony about me I’d have driven you off long ago. Do you see this?” She stepped back suddenly so that we could see as well as A1 Hicks that she was holding a short-barreled shot-gun in her hands. “I brought this out here tonight to use on you if you sprang another one of them whisker- ed wheezes on me. Do you know that they’re all I’ve been listening to the past twenty-two years. My father is the same kind of would-be humorist that you are. That’s why he ain’t got a friend in this part of the coun- try or any other. Yet you talk about my marrying you and dooming myself to a life of mental torture listening to you—”. She broke off as the mournful whistle of the nine-eleven reached her ears, fell back a step, and raised the shot-gun so that it pointed directly at Hicks’ head. “When this freight pulls up here for water,” she tells him, “one of two things is going to happen. Either you’re going to climb on the bumpers and ride out of this country and state never to return, or this gun is going off and your worthless nut with it. I’ll leave it to you to de- cide what its going to be. Now”—as the train slowed up beside ’em—“take your choice.” And A1 Hicks took it. When the freight pulled away from the water tank it took him with it, riding the beam for parts unknown. —G. L. R. ’22 THE ISLE OF MYSTERY Chapter 1 Anita Barstone stood on the steps of her home in California. The place was a large majestic looking man- sion of red brick with a wide piazza which surrounded the house. On the east side was a garden of flowers and walks led in all directions from this. 14 THE CHATTERBOX Anita had been born in the mansion at Barstonville, California, and now the very thought of leaving it made her homesick. The Barstones had lived in it ever since Anita’s great grandfather had been a baby and that prob- ably gave the town its name. Miss Barstone, eighteen years of age, a girl of medium height with large gray eyes and nut brown curls, was all ready for the play. She was a senior in high school and was to take the part of Betty” in “Betty Behave.” Anita laid one hand on the granite pillar which rose far into the dark. Finally, she raised her voice, “Mother, are you com- ing?” she called. “Just a minute, dear,” answered her mother, with a voice so near like her own that one might think they were the same. Anita started to answer when she felt herself picked suddenly, roughly, off her feet and carried by someone. She tried to cry out but her mouth was covered by some- thin white. “I can’t call,” thought Anita, “I might as well listen and hear what they say, who they are.” “Well Joe, where you goin’ next?” she heard a rough voice call after someone who was trudging noiselessly along ahead. “Shh—not so loud,” whispered Joe, “You’re good at catch’.n ’em, Pete, but you’re no good at keepin’ ’em. You just follow me.” The next the girl heard was the lapping of the waves —then—all darkness. Chapter 2 When Anita’s consciousness returned to her she saw the moon shining on the water, and beside the sails of a little sailboat, the two men. Anita was still muffled but she could hear and see, and she determined to make the best possible use of her ears and eyes. THE CHATTERBOX 15 The latter she used first, but nowhere was she able to see land. She was lying on some fur robes with other robes wrapped about her. Beside her was a lantern and a stove. “What could they want of her?” she was ask- ing herself when she heard one of the men say,“You run over, Pete, and see if the girl’s asleep. If she is I’ll tell you something, but be sure that she is.” Anita closed her eyes. Pete came strolling over, and looked cautiously at her. “She’s asleep,” he said. “Never’s woke up, I guess.” Joe proceeded, “Albert Bar- stone is my uncle— Anita had hard work to keep still. So this was her cousin, Joe Marlowe, was it? Her father’s sister’s son. A high wind was rising and the girl drew the robes more closely about her. “You’re forgettin’ the other feller,” said Pete, and then Anita heard a loud crash and all was darkness once more. Was this some terrible dream, or was she really ly- ing there in that dark place? Anita shivered and reached for blankets to pull up over her, but there were no blankets to pull. She felt of her clothing. It was wet—as wet as the sea itself, and she tried to move her stiffened joints. Af- ter a few efforts she concluded that it was of no use to try to get up. She sank back, exhausted. Then, realizing that she must get up. she made a last effort. This time she succeeded in rising. She walked around until she spied a faint streak of light. Going in the direction whence it came she found that she was in a cave and this was the opening. As she first stepped into the open, with the bright rays of sunlight in her eyes, she could but faintly distin- 16 THE CHATTERBOX guish the landscape. Gradually, her eyes became accus- tomed to the brightness and she saw that she was on a lonely island in mid-ocean. Anita could see numerous small clumps of tall grasses growing about on the island, and a splendid idea came to her. She resolved to fashion a skirt and a waist from these, so that she might remove her own clothing and dry it. It did not take long to accomplish this, and soon she was garbed in the primitive garments, and her own lay drying in the sunlight. Just as she was coming from the cave she heard a long shrill whistle. What could it be? (to be continued) —V. B. ’25 FAITH Oft’ when the morning dawns in beauty rare. The whole wide world seems free from strife and care. We stand and watch the mist so slowly rise, Viewing with joy the splendor of the skies, As nature’s beauties lie before our eyes. But sometimes on so bright and fair a day, Our hearts are far from being light and gay. Burdened by a load of sorrow and care. We see but dark’ning shadows everywhere. (There’d be no crown were there no cross to bear). We are as small crafts on the troubled deep, We know not what to do our course to keep. There is one thing alone to do—,We must Have faith, and in our Lord put all our trust, He knoweth what is best and He is just. —T. L. L. ’23 THE CHATTERBOX 17 GIFTS God planted a flower in that garden there, And it grew from a bud to a blossom fair. ’Twas nourished and cherished, that flower so rare, But I picked it, it withered and died. God planted a seed by the roadside there, 'Twas choked by the dust from everywhere; And the wind tried hard from its roots to tear, The little stem which strove to bear. At length, no blossom from that seedling came, But a sturdy tree arose on high, And birds sang a song that bore its name; It sheltered for years the passerby. —B. N. B. ’22 FRIENDSHIP We all have friends. The worst and the best, Have someone dearer to them than the rest. He who has a fond, true friend is blessed. There is always somebody in this land, Who, when we’re in trouble takes our hand. And says, “O, my friend, T understand.” If you would wish for a friend to keep. Be with him if he laugh or weep; Love him with a love sincere and deep; To have friends you must be a friend. Be ready a helping hand to lend, Be faithful even unto the end. Wherever your path may chance to be, Choose quality, not quantity ; Choose friends who help to you will be; If your life you gave for a friend one day, ’Twould be worth it all to hear him say, “He did it for friendship, not for pay.” —T. L. L. ’23 1H THE CHATTERBOX IN MEMORIAM Whereas our Heavenly Father in his great wisdom has seen fit to call from us our loving friend and class- mate. Marion Kerr Farquharson, we, as members of the school, bow our heads in memory of one whom we loved. VVe realize that no other member of our school was more prepared to meet our Heavenly Father. From us has gone a true friend and loving companion whose memory will be always cherished because of its beauty. To Marion Death placed His hand upon your brow, And said that He would take you now. He would not wait for you to grow. More of life’s joys and pains to know ; But He must snatch you from your home. From loving ones that you have known. All youthful happiness and mirth, All joys of living on this earth. Dear Marion, we miss you so, As on our way, alone, we go. You were a tried and trusted friend, Ready and willing to the end; You were a pal so good and true, To all of those who were to you; Although your seat is empty here, Does not your spirit linger near? —B. N. B. '22 THE CHATTERBOX 1.9 20 THE CHATTERBOX SOCIAL NOTES Gamma Sigma The first meeting of Gamma Sigma was held at the home of Mr. and Mrs. French. The president had charge of the business meeting. It was decided to initiate the freshmen at the next meeting. Refreshments of wafers and lemonade were served. The second meeting of Gamma Sigma was held at the High School, at which time the Freshmen were initia- ted. Each girl in the upper classes took a Freshman girl and assigned to her her initiation stunt. Games were played and refreshments of sandwiches, cake and cocoa were served by the committee. The third meeting of Gamma Sigma met at the High School rooms October 31st, for a Hallowe’en party. A fortune teller was present. The girls were dressed as tourists and were taken for an imaginary trip. Games and stunts were enjoyed by the members. Refreshments of orangeade and wafers were served by the committee. The first Lyceum of the year was held at the High School Assembly Hall, November 7, 1921. It was open to the public. The program was as follows: Currents Events Margaret Lackie Piano Solo Ruth Donahue Presentation of Picture in Memory of Marion Farquharson John Stevens Knogood Chautauqua Narra Roves Quartet Ikey and Mikey Take-off Haller Hemina Co. Sumpunk Opera The superintendent, Edith Symes, opened the chaut- auqua with an interesting lecture on “Feminism—What is it?” In the Naira Roves Quartet, Porter Farwell THE GXATTEKBOX 21 THE MufeKfTT 22 THE CHATTERBOX played the violin, Beulah Grant the tambourine and Frank Roberts the drum, with Blanche Blood at the piano. Jokes were cracked by Norman Cameron and Ed- ward Bailey, who took the part of Ikey and Mikey. The Take-off Haller Hemina Co. was done by Dorothy Bailey and George Kidder. Gerald Roberts, Gladys Gray and Merrill Joeliffe starred in the Sumpunk Opera. The whole program was a laugh from start to finish. Much credit is due Blanche Blood for the carrying out of the program. , Debate: Resolved that the greater part of High School studies should be elective. Affirmative „ Ve Theda Learned „ ,?thel Symes Kenneth Morrison Ellsworth Amidon The result was in favor of the affirmative. The presidents of the classes with three delegates from the Senior class, one from the Junior class and two from the Sophomore class met with Mr. French and Miss Doody to start an organization called the Student Gov- ernment Board. The officers elected were: President. Gerald Roberts; Secretary, Dorothy Cameron. All school business and activities are discussed and decided upon by this Board. This year a set of Freshmen rules have been drawn up by the Sophomore class and approved by the Student Government Board. The rules are for the purpose of in- spiring class and school spirit, and instilling ideas of re- sponsibility into the minds of the verdant Freshmen. The rules read as follows: ADVICE TO THE FRESHMEN Beware! there will be a Judgment Day! Obey these rules. Rules Apply Until Thanksgiving 1. Boys shall wear shirts backward, ties behind. THE CHATTERBOX 23 every Monday. Girls wear aprons every Monday. 2. Every Friday the Sophomore class and .the teachers must be provided with a good apple at morning recess. 3. Salute all upper classmen and teachers. 4. Wear no jewelry. 5. Learn all school songs and cheers, and give them when called upon officially. 6. All Freshmen walk on the west side of Main St. 7. In the morning enter through the primary en- trance. Rules to Last Through the Year 8. Boys must put up and take in the flag and vol- ley ball net. 9. Freshmen girls must dust in the main room every morning. 10. Your name is Frosh; answer to it. These rules do not apply Saturdays or Sundays. The Student Government Board elected nine stu- dents for a police force. Kenneth Morrison acts as chief of police. Those under him are Ethel Symes. Mary Graham, Mildred Heartz, Beulah Grant, Merrill joliffe, Frank Roberts, Robert Learned and Dorothy Cameron. It is the duty of the police to see that there is no unnec- cessary commotion in the main room or in the classes. Also to take charge of the main room while the teacher is out. At the end of the day all arrests are reported to the chief of police, who reports to Mr. F'rench. Every month the state sends out victrola records to the Junior, Senior High Schools. So far we have receiv- ed two boxes with twelve records each, which we have enioyed very much. An explanation of each record is enclosed in book form, furnishing us material for the study of Musical Appreciation. The daily program for the Time 9.00- 9.40 9.40- 10.20 10.20-10.35 10.35-11.15 11.15-11.55. 11.55-. 1.00 1.00- 1.40 1.40- 2.15 2.15- 2.50 2.50- 3.25 3.25- 4.00 Mr. French Math. II Am. Hist. Eng. VI Physics Physics Eng. His. Eng. V SCHOOL NOTES Junior—Senior High School this year is as follows Miss Doody Miss Garvin Miss Foster Alg. IV Math. I Gen. Science Assembly and Intermission Alg. Ill French V Home Ec. Geometry Latin III Home Ec. Noon Latin IV His. Geog. Eng. Ill French IV His. Geog. Cur. His. Latin V VI Rev. Math. French III Eng. I Eng. Ill Anc. His. Eng. II THE CHATTERBOX It is the custom of the graduating class at com- mencement time to leave to the school something in the form of a memorial. The class of 1922 considered it a fitting time, at the first Lyceum, to present the picture, “The End of Day,” in memory of Marion K. Farquhar- son, a much loved and honored classmate. ALUMNI OF WELLS RIVER HIGH SCHOOL Executive Committee Ruth Randall, Wendall Clark, Hattie Munsell (Mrs. H. M. Worthen) Menominee, Mich. Officers President Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer Charles Lamphere Amy Duren Kathleen Gochey Murray Wilbur Members Class of 1892 Herbert Cox San Francisco, Calif. Alice Demning ( Mrs. John Peach) Cora Brock (Mrs. M. E. Daniels) Ellen Carbee (Mrs. C. R. F’anders) Florence Carbee (Mrs. J. H. Craige) Lottie Munsell Wells River, Yt. Lyndonville. Vt. Landaff, N. H Keene, N. H. Highgate, Vt Class of 1894 Elsie Allison (Mrs. C. H. Morse) Rossele, N. J Fred Bailey George Brock Myra Butler Earl Mulliken Washington, D. C. Somerville, Mass. Woodsville, N. H. Woodsville, N. H. 26 THE CHATTERBOX Lillian Whitelaw (Mrs. H. B. Center) Newton, Mass Class of 1895 A„-Cftn Wells River, Vt. Grace Allison ♦Minnie Hartshorn (Mrs. Fred McConnell) Colebrook, N. H. ♦Nora Markham Class of 1897 Boston, Mass. Wells River, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Peterboro Newport, Vt. Lewis Abbott Wm. Balkum Herman J. Bone John S. Bone Katherine Bugbee (Mrs. Puffer) Buella Butler (Mrs. W. J. Goss) Leola Carpenter (Mrs. James Craigie) South Ryegate, Vt. Bertha Davis (Mrs. H. D. Bone) Gardener, Mass. Mable Hall South Ryegate, Vt. ♦Edward Markham Harry D. Marshall Canaan, Vt. ♦Blanche Mulliken (Mrs. N. G. Griffith) Frank Powers East Ryegate,, Vt. Marion Whitcher Greenfield, Mass. Class of 1899 Charles Cameron John Munsell Class of 1900 Lucy M. Fortier (Mrs. H. L. Patch) Wells River, Vt. Columbus, Ohio Randolph, Vt. Class of 1901 Nellie Buckley Mary Calley Erie, Pa. Bristol, N. H. THE CHATTE JtBOX ‘27 Elvin Cameron Ronnell Cox Ethel Cox Mary Gates (Mrs. G. L. Tyler) Hazen Hibbard Alice Little (Mrs. R. 1. Tuttle) Alice Powers (Mrs. C. Libbey) Newport, Vt. Brooklyn, N. Y. South Newbury West Newbury, Vt. Cherryvale, Kan. Windsor, Vt. Lyndonville, Vt. Elizabeth Dalton (Mrs. H. B. Knight) Woodsville, N. H. Class of 1902 Guy Chamberlain Laura Clark (Mrs. E. M. Milton) Ellen Bone Etta Dalton (Mrs. P. N. Laturnau) Herbert Brock Mattie Fortier (Mrs. T. T. Roberts Antha Munsell (Mrs. C. D. Root) Frank McClure Lucy Smith (Mrs. J. J. Weed) Mary Randall Bradford, Vt. South Ryegate, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Stoneham, Mass. Wells River, Vt. Springfield, Mass. Boltonville, Vt. North Sandwich, N. H. Class of 1903 Mildred Swan (Mrs. E. Lackie) Passumpsic, Vt. Eva Balkum (Mrs. Brock) Groton, Vt. Emma Goodfellow (Mrs. N. H. Nelson) Ryegate, Vt. Ruth Randall Wells River, Vt. Class of 1904 George Bailey P nnie Beaton (Mrs. Lackie) rthur Graves George Learned Winifred Swan (Mrs Crown) Lottie Belanger Worcester, Mass. Montpelier, Vt. St. Tohnsbury, Vt. Berkeley, Calif. Groton, Vt. 28 THE CHATTERBOX Class of 1905 Maude Davis New York City Bertha George (Mrs. Roy Clark) Wells River, Vt. Jessie Hill (Mrs. Perley Johnson) Portland, Me. Amelia Jahn Nellie Lee (Mrs. R. J. Pauquet) Peterboro, N. H. Lula Keir (Mrs. F. Alexander) Whitefield, N. H Charlotte Marshall Wells River, Vt James Meigs Chicago, 111 Eva Wallace (Mrs. J. Chamberlain) East Ryegate, Vt Muriel Goodwin Class of 1906 Brock Duncan Mclndoes, Vt. Class of 1907 Abi Bailey (Mrs. Carruth) Ruth Gates Nelson Gay Charles Lamphere Jennie McLellan (Mrs. R. Dale) Eva Nelson Etta Swan (Mrs. C. H. Adams) Warner Warren East Ryegate, Vt. South Ryegate, Vt. Pasadena. Calif. Wells River, Vt. Springfield, Mass. Detroit, Mich. Rutland, Vt. Cumberland, Mass. Class of 1908 Bernice Baldwin Malcolm Buck John Canty Amy Duren Genevieve Fellows Mary Fellows Lawrence, Mass. Wells River, Vt. St. Johnsbury, Vt. Wells River, Vt. New York City Wells River, Vt. THE CHATTERBOX 9 Katherine Graves (Mrs. Harry Johnson) Monroe, N. H. Luella Gray (Mrs. Frank George) Wells River, Vt. Jessie Henderson (Mrs. James Brown) New York City ♦Vera Mills Class of 1910 Ellen Bailey (Mrs. H. Goodell) Mathilda Jahn Isabel Larow (Mrs. B. Chase) Henry Munsell Lewis Smith Wells River, Vt. Long Beach, Calif. St. Johnsbury, Vt. Bellows Falls Wells River, Vt. Class of 1911 Elizabeth M. Lee (Mrs. M. F. Buck) Florence Glynn Isabel Field Bernice Cox (Mrs. FYank Gibson) Mabel Miller (Mrs. A. Nye) Niagara, N. C. Wells River, Vt. Amherst, Mass. Groton, Vt. Highgate, Vt. Class of 1912 Bernice Smith Beatrice Smith Leah Dorion (Mrs. F. Rourke) Florence Hall (Mrs. W. Squires) Abbie McCrillis (Mrs. Lindsey) Wells River, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Lyndon ville, Vt. Groton, Vt. Class of 1913 Eunola Brock Leslie Bailey Lillian Murry Forest Nelson Springfield, Mass. Wells River, Vt. White River Junction Utica, N. Y. 30 THE CHATTERBOX Margarite McDonald Western Ontario Class of 1914 Pearl Powers (Mrs. Fred George) Wells River, Vt. Blanche Boardway (Mrs. Brown) St. Johnsbury, Vt. Class of 1915 Katherine Peach (Mrs. Wilson Dougherty) Washington, D. C. Jacob Bailey Worcester, Mass. Merton Miller Orwell, Vt. Class of 1916 Annie Miller (Mrs. C. A. Sargent) Orwell, Vt Lillias Moore Roland Greene Wells River, Vt. Lancaster, N. H. Class of 1917 George Thornes Josephine Frost (Mrs. Slack) Elsie Ledwith John Martin Lizzabelle Warden Madeline Peach Wells River, Vt. Montpelier, Vt. Lowell, Mass. Wells River. Vt. Wells River, Vt. Wells River. Vt. Clas' of 1918 Ruth Buckinshaw Fodney Astle Wendell C’ark Edward La mere Margaret Marcy Wells River. Vt. Wells River. Vt. Wells River Vt. Canaar.. Vt. White River Junction 31 TH1 CHATTERBOX Hazel Webber (Mrs. Longmore) Wells River, Vt. Isabel Miller (Mrs. Harry Farnum) Manchester, N. H. Leland Lyster Houghoton, Mich. Mary Heartz Topsham, Vt. Class of 1919 Winthrop Amidon Verna Cameron Christina Farquharson Frances Gochey (Mrs. R. Kathleen Hendry Wallace Renfrew Georgia Moore Howard Smith Clifton Griswold Hanover, N. H. Springfield, Mass. South Ryegate, Vt. Merchant) Gloucester, Mass. Farmingham, N. H. Wells River, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Monroe, N. H. Wells River, Vt. Class of 1920 Maizie Adams Viola Anderson Mae Deane Clyde Harvey Maidae Perry Charlotte Symes Edith Titus Pauline Waite Millie Frost Wells River, Vt. Schnectady, N. Y. Groton, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Burlington, Vt. Ryegate Corner, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Groton, Vt. Class of 1921 George A nidon Harry Roberts Josephine Caldwell Cerald Darling Doris Hinman Hanover, N. H. East Ryegate, Vt. Springfield. Mass. Wells River, Vt St. Johnsbury, Vt 82 THE CHATTERBOX Edna Holebrock 1 thleen Gochey Murray Wilbur Bertha Place —Deceased Newbury, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Wells River, Vt. Campton, N. H. JUNIOR HIGH DEPARTMENT A STRANGE MIX-UP Mr Brown was sitting at his desk; everything had gone wrong that morning. First, he had lost his pocket book; next, just as he was getting ready to leave the of- fice and go to the bank, a man called who wished to buy some lumber, but at last he went. “Now I can go,” thought Mr. Brown. Then he glanced at the clock. It was half past ten and the bank closed at that hour. He sank into a chair. What was he to do? If he didn’t get that check and pay the money he would lose all his buildings and his business would be ruined. He just happened to think that sometimes they kept a little over time, so he rushed out to his car, jumped in and sped away. Very soon he reached the bank. It was just closing, but they allowed him to enter and the debt was cleared. He started to get into the car but it was not his own. Where was his own then? 't last he remembered he had come out of the office quickly and had gotten into the wrong car. What was he to do? If he was found with the car in his possession oi course he would be ar- rested. He rushed back to the p ace where he had left his own car, but it was not there. He left the borrowed car there and started home, and when he had gone about half way, he saw his car standing in front of a store. He got in and a man rushed out of the store crying “Thief Thief.” Til GIATTB1BOZ 33 Mr. Brown told him he was no thief, but that it was his own car. The man turned pale. Where was his car? “I think you will find it in front of my office,” said Mr. Brown. They both laughed. “But where is my car all this time while I was in the store ?” asked the man. “Oh I had it,” replied Mr. Brown. “I am glad I took it because it went so much faster than mine could.” Well. said the man, “this strange mixup is cleared.” —H. S. MY OLD HOME On a hill there stands a farmhouse. Once it was quite bright and new. Now its gone to rack and ruin. The orchard is neglected, too. Down below it was a meadow, Where cattle used to graze, And the lambs to frolic in the sunshine. Oh, those were the happy days. In that old neglected farmhouse, Many treasured memories lie, In the days of carefree childhood. And hosts of others now gone by L. M. A. 34 THE CHATTERBOX A RAINY DAY What shall we do on this rainy day? Let’s go in the attic and play and play. Play that we’re soldiers so brave and true, Ready to fight for the Red, White and Blue. So to the attic they went to play, All dressed in their uniforms so gay; One in blue and one in gray. Thus they played merrily that rainy day. ’ M. L. { JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL JOKES Quotations in History Marjorie Learned: “Patrick Henry liked nothing better than to take his gun, go into the woods and fish.” Earnest Mayhew: “The Virginia planters paid a lot of girls’ fares over here in tobacco and became their •wives.” Miss Foster: “Daniel Boone was born in 1735. What did he do, Meader?” Meader: “Oh,—1735—1735—He went to Kentucky, didn’t he.” Symes: “The Americans bought a lot of sheep from the French, chopped them up and made mutton and tal- low.” Stranger: “What is that whirlwind coming down the street?” Wendell Whitcher: “Oh, that’s just Miss Doody out for a walk.” 35 THE CHATTERBOX Imagine: Muriel Andrews hurrying. Wendell Roberts sober. Horace Symes silent. Vera Haseltine not in style. Marion Learned, conversing with a group of girls: “Well, Columbus certainly did discover Macaroni in 1492.” ATHLETIC NOTES Basket Ball League Formed A meeting to complete the formation of a basket ball league among schools of this vicinity was held at Well.'' River Saturday, September 17. The following persons were present: Principals French of Wells River, Haskins of Bradford, Pitkin of Mclndoes, Jones of Newbury. Miller of Peacham and Garvin of Groton. The following officers were elected: President. Miller of Peacham; Vice-President, Pitkin of Mclndoes: Secretary, Jones of Newbury; Treasurer, Haskins of Bradford. The league is called the “Twin County Bas- ket Ball League.” Competent referees are to be hired by the league. Twenty per cent of the gate receipts are to be paid into the league treasury to cover expenses. A silver cup will be awarded the winning team. The schedule is as follows: Bradford at Newbury November 4; at Peacham. No- vember 25; at Wells River, January 20; at Mclndoes. December 2; at Groton, December 9. Newbury at Peacham November 11 ; at Wells River, November 15; at Groton, December 2; at Bradford, De cember 16 ; at Mclndoes, January 27. 36 THE CHATTERBOX THE CIATTEKBOX 37 Wells River at Peacham, November 4; at Groton, November 18; at Mclndoes, November 25; at Newbury. December 9; at Bradford, December 23. Groton at Mclndoes November 4; at Bradford, No- vember 11; at Newbury, November 25; at Peacham, December 16 ; at Wells River, January 13. Peacham at Bradford November 18; at Wells River, December 2; at Mclndoes, December 9; at Newbury, De- cember 23; at Groton, January 27. Mclndoes at Newbury November 18; at Wells River, December 16 ; at Groton, December 23; at Bradford, Jan- uary 13; at Peacham, January 20. Wells River Loses to Peachem in League Game, 22 to 17 W. R. H. S. 17 Morrison, rf Farwell, Jolliffe, If Roberts. Wilson, c Lund, Grant, lb Cameron, rb P. A. 22 lb, D. Rowe, L. Rowe rb, L. Munger c, Choate, Mackay rf, Holden If, Mackay, D. Rowe Goals from the floor: W. R., 7; P. A., 7. Goals from fouls: W. R., 3; P. A., 8. Timer, Buck. Referee, Kirk. Time, 15-10-15. At- tendance, 100. In the first league game of the season, Wells River High School lost to Peacham Academy by a score of 22 to 17. For the first game the playing was fast and showed considerable practice. The playing space being small, the Wells River boys were somewhat handicapped, but in all fairness to our opponents we must say that Peacham out-played our boys in every way. Lund and Choate were removed from the game by Referee Kirk after four personal fouls had been called on them. His refereeing was a credit to the game and he showed no partiality. 38 THE CHATTERBOX Wells River was shown every courtesy that could be extended and only the best of feeling' prevailed among the players. About fifty were present from Wells - River. W. R. H. S. 55 N. H. S. 18 In the first game with Newbury High School play- ed at Wells River, on November 15, Wells River out- classed the visitors completely. At the start of the If her way of thinking is not yours—Converter, game Wells River took the lead and kept well ahead of the other team. Southworth and Olmstead played well for the visitors while Morrison and Joliffe snared several baskets for the locals. W. R. H. S. Morrison, r. f. Grant, Farwell, Jolliffe, 1. f. Wilson, G. Roberts, c. Lund, F. Roberts, 1. b. Cameron, r. b. N. H. S. 1.. b., Welsh, Whitehill r. b., Harwood, Meserve c., Temple, Harwood r. f., Southworth 1. f., Olmstead Score: W. R., 55; N. H., 18. Time, 15-10-15. Referee, Kirk. Scorer, Jones. THE CHATTERBOX 39 This portion of the paper is planned A jolly laugh to raise. To all who’ve lent a helping hand We give our grateful praise. Some Noise A rush, a bang, a fearful roar, The ceiling must have kissed the floor. But calm your fears and ease your cares ’Tis Super Smith falling down the stairs. Freshman Logic: A cabbage has a head A Senior has a head Therefore a Senior is a cabbage. Nothing is better than a good lesson A poor lesson is better than nothing. Therefore nothing is better than a poor lesson Seniors: Now I lay me down to rest. To study hard I’ve tried my best. And if I die before I wake I’ll have no blamed exams to take. 40 THE CHATTERBOX A Happy Future School ma’rm, oh school ma’rm Will you be mine? You shall not teach pupils Nor lessons assign, But work in the kitchen From morning till night. And rejoice that you’re secured From a school teacher’s plight. To Eddie There are none so great but there are always others to “carry on.” Caruso died and we all mourn the loss. However we have now turned to his successor with our tribute. To Eddie Bailey—all honor as the leading tenor—of W. R. H. S. Beware Beware you jolly juniors; you may be front seat fresh- men. Quotations After Mr. French has delivered a speech. Some of us—“I would that my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me.” Common Etiquette Mr. French, at Basket Ball practice: “How dare you swear before me?” Kenny: “How did I know you wanted to swear first?” THE CHATTERBOX 41 Ode to Charlie’s Skunk Here’s to Charlie Grant, The man of shooting fame, Who fired his gun at a great white skunk But missed it because of his aim. Now this same skunk was a goodly skunk With death he dared to flirt. And Charlie fired at him again But he only hit the dirt. Now skunks may come and skunks may go While some go on forever, But the smell of a skunk is a—just the same So Charles beware of their feather. To Cameron’s Knowledge of American History There was Sinbad the sailor, yes O’Rily the whaler And they sailed a mighty ship upon the sea. But of all that shipped or sailed, fished mackerel or whale Columbus on the Mayflower beat the three. He stood the Pilgrim chatter as wind and wave did bat- ter, Yet dauntless amid the pain he stood the shock. Thus in 1492 such a lie I know’s not true, The whole wild crew bumped on the Plymouth Rock. Signed by the Pilgrims New Subject Senior: Did you ever take chloroform? Sophomore: Why no; who teaches it? Horse Sense Miss Doody (in geometry) : What would you do if you had an eight sided figure? Theda: Commit suicide. 42 THE CHATTERBOX Naughty, Naughty Mr French: What have you learned in Latin? Margaret: I’ve learned to make ‘Ts.” How Well She Knew Miss Doody (having her fortune told) : Medium: In your palm I see marriage. Miss Doody: Oh, Lord! Some Arithmetic Porter Farwell, reporting in American history on the topic, Why did the Popham Colony fail? Porter: Half starved and half froze and the rest returned to England. Propositions in geometry are hard but the most dif- ficut one is Robert Brock. Just Like Him Miss Doody (in English class): Pike, what is a proper noun? , Pike: Why the name of a proper person. Algebra Brilliancy According to statistics obtained in English 3 class Miss Doody’s age is three times that of Sam Hutchins’. That makes her about 42 years old. (Apparently she has grown old in our services). Observation Mr. French: If anyone of you see another who isn’t studying tell me. Norman (rising): Porter isn’t studying. Mr. French: How did you find out? THE CHATTERBOX 43 Always on the Job Voice: Pike has a new job. Everyone: What is it? Voice: Demonstrating the use of mattresses. Excited Freshman (rushing in): Gee, Doody! Miss Doody (angrily) : Yes sir, Hazel G. Doody. Time, time, come on thy way. Make me a Sophomore, just for apple day. “Ain’t Nature Wonderful!” Prof: Wonderful, is it not sir, how nature provides for the needs of mankind? K. Garvin: Oh rather! What for instance could be more convenient than ears to hook one’s spectacles on? Wise Senior: “When the clock strikes thirteen, what time is it?” Junior: “I give it up.” Senior: “Why its time for the clock to be fixed.” Below Par Frank to Jumbo (tone, most discouraged) : “Can you satisfy Mr. French with your history maps?” Jumbo: “Why, yes, I seem to please him.” Frank: “Well, I can’t. I do just the best I can and every single map has come back stamped Approved. 44 THE CHATTERBOX Beatitudes of W. R. H. S. Blessed are the Seniors for they will show what Wells River High School does for its students. Blessed are the Juniors who ever push onward and upward. Blessed are the Sophomores for the rules they have given the Freshmen. Blessed are the Freshmen for obeying those rules without protest. Blessed are all the teachers. None better could ever be found. They shall be respected and honored for evermore. Blessed are the police force for the order they help to preserve. Blessed are all the sports taken up, for they relieve the monotony of daily affairs. Blessed are ye all for yours is the privilege to at- tend Wells River High School. —G. G. ’25 True Enough Amidon: “I hear you have a runabout.” Frank: “Yes, run about ten minutes and then Mystery The night before our Hallowe’en The witches caught a Freshman green, They cut and combed his hair all neat And put him back in bed to sleep. It’s a wonder he ever escaped alive, Just ask C. P. of ’25. THE CHATTERBOX 45 Jumbo has resigned from the bartender’s union. Experience is a Great Teacher Bailey: ball player.” Roben: Bailey: ‘Your father ought to have been a foot- “How’s that?” “His drop-kicking impressed me greatly.” Chestnuts Prof, (in middle of joke): “Have I ever told you this before?” Freshmen class (in chorus): “Yes.” Prof, (proceeding): “Good! you will probably un- derstand it this time.” “Odd isn’t it?” “What is?” “No matter how hungry a horse is, he can’t eat a No Wonder Junior: “What’s your idea of clean sport? Pike: “Swimming.” A Latin Teacher’s Lullaby Hush thee, babe! Let nought alarm thee, Participles shall not harm thee, Dream of person, gender, number. Trouble not thy peaceful slumber, Hush thee, baby mine! Hush thee, babe, tho’ Dad’s a teacher Gerundives shall never reach yer; Foul subjunctive, ut, ut non Shall not waken thee, my own! THE CHATTERBOX 46 Hush thee, baby mine! Hush thee, babe, no causal clause To thy sleep caesura cause: Ille, ipse—no, not hoc To thy napping bring a shock. Hush thee, baby mine! W. R. H. S. Limericks There is a young man in Wells River Who on the piano is clever, His schoolmates applaud When he jazzes loud And urge him to play on forever. In geometry we have a fine star There isn’t a rule he can’t mar, He hems and he haws Amid loud guffaws And decides that from that math he’s moved far. Of giggling girls there’s a few The Sophomores never get through: A smile is a gift But it gives you no lift When a teacher spots one right on you. Of all shades of hair, we’ve the limit And the kinks and the curls there are in it! It’s bobbed and it’s stuffed All netted and puffed, Combs, curlers and ribbons help pin it. Your Girl and Electricity When your girl is sulky and will not speak—Exciter. If she talks too long—Interrupter. If she becomes too excited—Controller. If she is willing to come half way—Meter. THE CHATTERBOX 47 If she is willing to come all the way—Receiver. If she wants to go farther—Conductor. If she wants to go still farther—Dispatcher. If she wants to be an angel—Transformer. If she wants chocolates—Feeder. The Testimony of a Senior I used to think, I knew, I knew, But now I must confess The more I know I know I know I know I know the less. Abbott- “The chief export from South America is ape skins.” History Frof.: “Dallas, can you tell me who succeeded Ed- ward VI ?” Dallas: “Mary.” Prof.: “Now Marjorie, who followed Mary?” Marjorie (absentmindedly) : “Her little lamb.” Rough Stuff Nig.: “Are you fond of nuts?” Lyda : “Is this a proposal?” Prof.: “What is it that keeps the moon in place and prevents it from falling?” Blanche: “I suppose it’s the beams.” Easy Enough Bing: “The camel can go eight days without water.” Bob: “So could I if ma would let me.” 48 THE CHATTERBOX Sad Remembrances Mr. French: “Porter, your mother said that you were such a good boy in grammar school that your teacher used to pat you on the back nearly every day. Porter: “Yes, that’s true, but the patting was gen- erally too low down for comfort.” EXCHANGE The following were our list of exchanges during the past year. We hope for all these and more for the ensu- ing year, as helpful suggestions are obtained from the various, papers and all the students enjoy reading them. Help us to build up our Exchange Department. N. H. S Live Wire The Enterprize The Cycle The Folio The Reporter S. H. S. Echoes Lancastonian The Record Ri-Chu-R The Whistler Lawrence High School Bulletin The Red and Black The Spectator The Echo The Lamoille Star Newbury, Vt. Keene, N. H. Woodsville, N. H. Flushing, N. Y. Bradford, Vt. Springfield, Vt. Lancaster, N. H. Littleton, N. H. Stowe, Vt. Island Pond, Vt. Lawrence, Mass. Claremont, N. H. Chicopee, Mass. South Royalton, Vt. Jeffersonville, Vt. Alumni Scholarship Cup the Annual Meeting of the Wells River High Sr ’’oo1 lumni Association in June it was voted to pur- cl se cup which was to be given as a trophy to the THE CHATTERBOX 49 High School, the purpose of the cup being to create a spirit of competition between the several classes in scholarship. Every half year the numerals of th� winning class are to be engraved thereon. Subscriptions for the Alumni Scholarship Cup. (Other subscriptions will be printed in the next issue) 1892 Lottie Munsell $.50 Herbert Cox .50 1894 Elsie A. Morse 1.00 Earl Mulliken .50 1895 Grace Allison .50 1897 Lewis Abbott 2.00 Wm. Balkum .50 Hermon Bone 1.00 Bertha Bone 1.00 John Bone .50 Harry Marshall 3.00 Fi’ank Powers . 50 Marion Whitelaw 1.00 Mabel Hall .50 1899 Charles Cameron . 50 1901 Mary Calley . 50 Elwin Cameron 1.00 .Ethel Cox .50 Ronell Cox 1.00 1902 Etta D. Laturnau 1.00 Mattie F. Roberts .50 Antha M. Root 1.00 Ellen J. Bone .50 1903 Eva Brock . 50 Ruth Randall 1.00 1905 Bertha G. Clark .50 Jessie H. Johnson .50 1907 Ruth Gates .50 Charles Lamphere .50 1908 Malcolm Buck .50 1910 Matilda Jahn 1.00 Henry Munsell 1.00 1911 Elizabeth L. Buck .o0 Isabel Field .60 1912 Bernice Smith .50 Beatrice Smith .50 1913 Lillian Marcy 1.00 1914 Pearle George .50 1915 Dr. Merton Miller .50 1916 Lillias Moore .50 1917 Madeline Peach .50 Lizzabelle Warden .50 1918 Wendell Clark .50 Mary Heartz .50 1919 Frances Merchant .50 1921 Kathleen Gochey .50 THE CHATTERBOX 50 51 THE CHATTERBOX Hammon C. Baldwin ----- FIRE INSURANCE ---------- Probate Office, —:— Wells River, Vermont. Who Ever Heard of Hale’s Tavern Forty miles from anywhere and One hundred and Sixty-five miles from everywhere Wells River, Vermont BATCHELDER--LIBBEY COMPANY BATCHLI B Clothing, Furnishings, Shoes of Quality Northland Skis, Bradley Sweaters. Leather Sport Shoes Gloves, Toques, Knit Caps Tilton Block WOODSVILLE, NEW HAMPSHIRE D. W. FIELD, Dealer in Quality Meat and Fish If you eat Oysters, you want the best WE SELL THEM 83 Central Street Woods ville, N. H. •V2 THE CHATTERBOX HALE’S TAVERN BARBER SHOP Tub and Shower Baths Nice Line of Cigars and Cigarettes Agents for St. Johnsbury Laundry Razors Honed and Shears Ground Adna J. Hooker, Prop., . . Wells River, Vermont QUALITY GROCERIES Standard Brands for Quality Private Brands for Profit A Comparison of Quality is the True Test of Value We sell only Standard Brands THE F. H. MANN COMPANY Woods ville, N. H, We Carry the Best Quality of Western Beef When in Need of Something Nice Call HARTWELL’S MARKET Phone 115-4 Woodsville Team in Wells River Monday and Wednesday LANG CHAMBERLIN, Meats and Provisions Nice line of Candies and Tobacco Wells River,. . .Vermont THE CHATTERBOX 53 W. D. STINSON SON Dealers in Flour, Feed, Grain, Cement, Lime, Shingles and Clapboards Also agents for International Harvester Machines Phone 88-2 Wells River, Vt. BRYANT STRATTON BUSINESS COLLEGE Manchester. N. H. Ask your friends who have been here about this school Send for YEAR BOOK for full information JAMES W. BREHAUT, Principal RYEGATE PAPER CO. Ryegate, Vt. 54 THE CHATTERBOX ----THE OLD RELIABLE STORE —----------- Dry Goods and Groceries, Shoes and Rubbers Cooper’s Bennington Underwear, Black Cat Hosiery, Ball Band and Goodrich Rubbers STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES Come Here for Candy and Fruit at Noontime 5 per cent Discount Cash and Carry S. E. CLARK Wells River, - - - Vermont Mu cates for Business Efficiency and Provides Attractive Positions — ALBANY BUSINESS COLLEGE ------------- Bookkeeping, Accounting, Stenographic, Secretarial, Civil Service Trains Ambitious Young Men and Women Quickly and Economically for Independence and Advancement in Executive and Secretarial Positions For Catalog Address CARNELL HOIT, 83 N. Peari St., ALBANY, N. Y The Wells River High School Basket Ball Team WEAR Spaulding Suits and use Spaulding Athletic Goods W. H. BUCK DRUGS, MEDICINES, STNDRIES Wells River, Vt. The Nyal and Rexall Store ’ THE CHATTERBOX 55 G. P. BLAKE Compliments of Woodsville, —N. H. J. F. McLam S. Ryegate, Vt. Latest music each month on Victor records. Phone 152-4 WOODSVILLE. N.H. Bailey’s Music Rooms FLOUR FREE If not the best you ever used, bring back the empty bag and get your money TEA TABLE FLOUR Kilbum Powers Compliments of E. B. MANN CO., SYMES BROS., REXALL DRUGGISTS Wells River, Vermont Woodsville, N. H. Try the new Meat Mar- ket opposite Symes Garage PAGE M. JOHNSON Meats you can afford to eat Wells River, Vt. C. E. Bassett, Barber 3 Chairs Haircutting our specialty Modern Equipment 21 Central St., Woodsville WOODSVILLE Jesse Sheldon FURNITURE CO. Dealer in N. E. Telephone Diamonds, Watches, Clocks and Jewelry D. R. Rouhan, Prop Wells River, Vermont 36 THE CHATTERBOX 1 Pint Thermos Bottle, - - $1.50 each Gillette Safety Razor, - - - 1.00 each AT SPOPFORD’S DRUG STORE Woodsville, New Hampshire GEORGE F. STEVENS PAINTER Tel. Con. Woodsville, N. II. M. W. FIELD STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES Fruit, Confectionery, Cigars and Tobacco Woodsville, N. H. E. F. MULLIKEN Hardware, Heating and Plumbing Akron Sewer Pipe and Cement WELLS RIVER, VERMONT. THE UNIVERSITY QF VERMONT Instructions Offered In THE COLLEGE OF ARTS AND SCIENCES THE COLLEGE OF MEDICINE _ J THE COLLEGE OF AGRICULTURE THE COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING The College of Arts and Sciences offers .excellent courses lit Ancient and Modern languages -English; -Chemistry and other- Sciences, History Mathematics; Sociology, Philosophy, Educaion, Go m merce and Economics Anthropology arid Zoology, ’ 1 The College , of Medicinc is an A-grade institution, being ranked among the-best in the United States. Good hospital facilities afforded. The College of Agriculture furnishes up-to-detfe train- ing Hn modern agricultural subjects, and offers to. young women comprehensive courses in Home Economics. . C - • ' The College of Engineering-is well equipped to give high grade technical training in Civil, Mechanical and Electrical Engineering,. Military DriH is supervised by a Colonel, a Major and other officers of the Regular Army . Efficient athletic instructors supervise physical development. The University is located at Burlington, one Of n’;,SL beautiful cities in America, overlooking Lake aim and the Green and-Adirondack Mountains. : itpenses are moderate. ' Ail courses open to.women. - ; - For Catalogue, Bulletins and special information, address: THE REGISTRAR - V I niveisity of Vermont, Burlington, Vermont. ■- ... - f ■ V