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

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THE CHATTERBOX 31 3nk?fl Chet: “You’ve got one habit I’d like to break you of.” Wolf: “What’s that?” Chet: Breathing.” Sarah: “My horse. Billy, slobbers. How can I break him of the habit?” Vet. (Thomas): “Teach him to spit.” “Army Daze” “Why did John name his son ‘Weather Strip?’ ” “Because he kept Daddy out of the draft.” Sam: “De moon am on it’s last quarter now.” Rastus: “Dat’s nothin’. I’ve got just two bits myself.” Heavy-weight: “I’ve got to reduce. The doctor recom- mends horse-back riding.” Light-weight: “Is it satisfactory?” Heavy-weight: “Not exactly. I’m not loosing weight, but I’m continually falling off.” Darling: “How did you get through the exams?” Rogers: “Not so well. They even had the nerve to ask me things that happened before I was born.” Pud: “What did the doctor say when the patient died of St. Vitis Dance?” Pat: “I give up.” Pud: “The jig is up.” John: “Where I live it is so quiet you can hear a pin drop.” Jack: You don’t say so!” John: “Yes, we live over the bowling alley.”

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30 THE CHATTERBOX the moral tone of an institution, it makes competition more keen, and it raises the standard of scholarship. This system has be- come firmly established in the United States. But education has not reached its ideal goal, for an ideal is beyond reach, and as our world and our thoughts progress, so our ideal advances. The world of knowledge demands “a system of education that will train the young people to be strong, and above all, righteous men and women.” During the past four years we have striven to reach our ideals and to do our best for our school; now as members of the graduating class, we wish to thank everyone for the help and support received during our school years; and to you all—school- mates, teachers, supervisor, school board, parents and friends, we say. “Farewell.” SARAH MARTIN. VALEDICTORY

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32 THE CHATTERBOX Customer: “How do you sell that Limburger cheese?” Clerk: “I’ve often wondered myself.” James: Do all flappers go in for kissing?” Mary: “Do they! You’d he surprised how much goes on right under my nose.” Dude: “Does that dog chase cows?” Hick: “No, that’s a bull dog.” The height of intelligence: Put smokeless powder in the stove to keep it from smoking. The kind of friends to be glad about Are the kind that wear, but don’t wear out.