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

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As Seen by the Juniors If you have up to this time been of the opinion that the Seniors are wonderful and mighty, just ask any member of the Junior class and become immediate- ly convinced lhat they are only of the common herd, and not in the least brilliant. Why, you have no idea of the wonderful feats which might have been accom- plished this year by the Juniors were it not for the hinderance of the Seniors! They make more mistakes in one hour than the class of nineteen hundred twenty- three has made during its entire high school career, and are continually shoving the blame upon the Jun- iors. And can we point out to them where they have erred ? We certainly can not, or at the best, our advice will fall upon deaf ears. And just notice the little trick they have of keeping on the good side of the faculty. And they just can’t play volley ball! As Seen by Themselves We, the Seniors of Wells River High School, are very proud to be the largest class that has ever been graduated from this school. We have had a brilliant and successful career. We have carried off many honors in school and worked hard. We are by far the best looking class in school. In fact all around we don’t just know how Wells River High is going to prosper without us. All good luck to our successors and to old Wells River.

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THE CLASS OF 1922 As Seen by the Freshmen When we, as Freshmen, first came to school, sev- eral of the older students were pointed out to us as being “Seniors.” We were a little inclined to think at first that nothing could be more authoritative (isn’t that a big word for a Freshman?) than to be Sopho- mores. Since then, however, we have changed our minds and have at last found out that to be looked up to and worshipped by all (except the Juniors) one must be a Senior. One thing we Freshmen have decided is to try to be as loyal and helpful Seniors in nineteen hundred twenty-five as the Seniors of nineteen hundred twenty-two. Most Seniors have a faculty for being “stuck-up” but anyone can see at a glance that this group of young people have never visited a “glue-fac- tory” or if they have, no ill effects have come from it. They are grand good sports and we like them. As Seen by the Sophomores The Seniors are a jolly crowd, As jolly as can be, But the thing they’re jolliest about, Is helping little me. They give me a line of Latin, A hint in History, Often a problem in Algebra, So as to be sisterly. I wouldn’t get an A, Or even get a B, Why, if those Seniors didn’t help I wouldn’t get a D. An X would be about my fate To rest upon my card; It certainly would be terrible To have it’s beauty marred. And soon I know I will find out, (But it will be too late) Without them I can’t go to school, Without them, graduate.

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Kenneth Wayne Garvin “Ken” “But as for me, I hate a crowd.” Ken has served us well as a car- toonist. He’s a regular Apollo but has with much difficulty avoided the feminine variety of the species. Blanche Noel Blood “Blanche” “Would she might pass this way again.” Blanche has contributed brains, pep, and lots of good music during her career. Her report card looks as though the teachers know only one letter, “A.” Gerald Lee Roberts “Nig” “They gazed and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.” Nig is always doing romething for the school. We wonder how he can have so many things on his mind, yet successfully accomplish all. He pre- sides at about six meetings a week. John Davidson Stevens “Skinny” “I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men’s stuff.” Skinny is an optomist and its lucky for he is also editor-in-chief of the Chatterbox. He has favorable chances of winning fame as an actor, as a business man or manager of any kind of concern.