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

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( 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

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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.

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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