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

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CLASS POEM My classmates, ’tis the end of school, The term has reached its close. We’ll say farewell, go on our ways, And take an earned repose. The bell will no more ring for us A call to friends and cheer Sweet too, may our enjoyment be Throughout each future year. Our separation's long or short Only One can tell, But what He does is always best As we all know so well. Our meeting here from day to day Has knit us in a tie Of friendship, kindness, and good will Which time will sanctify. Over Knowledge’s rugged path We’ve climbed with footsteps slow We stand just high enough to see How much we do not know. Oh well we know our coming here For months, day after day Has done us good, and fitted us To find life’s better way. We’ve laid foundations sure and strong On which to build a life That in the future time will shine And triumph over strife. Ever our thoughts will backward turn To school of youthful days, Where often as boys and girls we met When life was all ablaze. Yes oft we’ll think as days go by, Each, of his classmates dear, Our thoughts will ever wander back Through every coming year. And now farewell, the day declines The sun is on the wane, The shadows fall, the curtain drops, We break our school day’s chain. Andrew Arthur ’22

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18. To Mr. French we leave a suit with a pair of reinforced trousers to be worn to the most exciting basket ball games of the season. 19. Fearing that rents may be as scarce every- where as they are here, the Class is very desirous to leave a four room bungalow in Claremont, N. H., to Miss Doody. 20. We will Miss Garvin the right to take the privileges away from the Seniors if they fail to prepare one lesson in French. 21. To the Classes of 1923, ,24 and ’25 we leave our sincere hopes that they will find a teacher as faith- ful as Miss Doody has been during her four years with us. In testimony whereof we set our hand and seal and do publish and declare this to be our last will and testa- ment, at Wells River High School, County of Orange, State of Vermont this 10th day of June, in the year of our Lord, 1922. The Class of 1922 Noble Blanche Blood Precious Ethel Symes Jealous Emma Whitehill Loose-jointed Gerald Roberts Awkward Brock Renfrew Devilish John Stevens Kind Mary Graham Mighty Lyda Wilson Noisy Kenneth Morrison Winsome Kenneth Garvin Little Frank Abbott WTise Headed Charles Wilson Jolly Andrew Arthur Mysterious Wilma Andrews Idiotic Dorothy Cameron WITNESSES Bouncing Philo Van Dyke Ferocious Malcolm Buck Awful Freeman Lyons Dorothy Cameron

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THE ISLE OF MYSTERY (Continued) Chapter 7. Keith Bradley, her old school chum whom she had always played with as well as fought with. Their last interview had been a dispute, but now, alone on this lonely island any human being was welcome. To her surprise he was dressed as she was and his hair was long and matted. On his face was a two year’s growth of whiskers, but his eyes, large and brown, were tell- tales and one who had ever known him would have recognized him at once. He was the first to break the silence. “Well, I’ve found you at last,” he said smilingly. “You’ve teen hunting for me, Keith?” she began. “Hunting for you? Why, haven’t you heard me whistle nearly every night? I’ve been living in that dark cave, coming out at night as some wild animal, to kill a bird or rabbit for my food.” Anita simply stared. “So you’re the one who whistled and groaned and sang? Why didn’t you answer me when I called ?” “Why,er-er-you see I thought you might be-oh you know what I mean. You might have thought that I had followed you and would not have given me a chance to explain.” Anita’s eyes dropped. That was just like her, sen- sitive and unreasonable, she reflected. Keith again broke the silence, “You see, I came over here when you did,” he explained. “When the sail-boat crashed against the rock I caught a glimpse of a floating plank. My nexL glance revealed you, float- ing from me fast. I swam toward you and taking you in one arm swam toward the plank. Chapter 8. “But,” interrupted Anita interested at once, “How did you happen to be in that sail-boat? I didn’t hear you speak at all.” Keith laughed. “Of course you didn’t. I was a victim as well as yourself.” “How was that?” asked Anita.