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

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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

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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

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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