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

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THE CHATTERBOX 17 I rather hated to leave the hospital fer it had united most of our class; but 1 went home and one day with several of my neighbors, went to a Home Economics Demonstration at the High School kitchen. Many people were present. Who should appear before us but Pearl Russell. After the lecture, many were waiting to speak to her; I had to wait a long time but finally she recognized me and I invited her out to dinner that evening. She accepted and at dinner told me that after graduating from W. R. H. S. she had spent one year at home and the following year had gone to Smith College and grad- uated. After dinner she seemed to be in a great hurry and explained that she must attend a demonstration where our classmate, Herbert Andrews, was experimenting on electricity and lightning. She told me that recently while he was experimenting, a bolt of electricity had escaped and partly destroyed a house on Maple Street. Why, that was my house, but I thought it was real thunder and light- ning.” My accident had been caused by his experiment, but one should certainly pardon a classmate. —Marjorie Amidon '30 ----5---- FOUR HAPPY YEARS Happy memories, our high school days will seem, When, in later years, the past comes in view For us, like happiness from out a dream, So filled with studies hard, but pleasures too, A good time had with teachers and with friends, Who now must go to friends and places new. Four happy years, but now as Fate intends They go, like clouds from out the sky until Memory, in the years to come, shall send Her dreams of dear old high school days, to fill Each one with thots that ever seem so dear. O school days, may you return again to thrill, For now you’re gone, we know not where, But in our mem’ry lingers Four Happy Years.” —Mary Sawyer '30

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16 THE CHATTERBOX CLASS PROPHECY Thunder? Yes, and what a bolt of iightning! And now what a cloud of smoke was filling the room. 1 was hurrying to get down the old, rickety attic stairs from the cobwebby room under the rafters when, as I reached the last step and opened the hall door, I was surrounded on every side by flames. A fireman sprang through the window with his hose and just as he turned the water on my blazing clothing, I recognized none other than Hollis Darling, by his wavy hair, but I saw no more for I was overcome by the smoke. When 1 became conscious, 1 found myself in a very neat hospital. The first thing 1 heard was, She has come to, Dr. Rogers.” Where had I heard that name before? Regers?” I saw, though very dimly, my classmate, Rene Rogers, still bent over from driving the Ford truck. I spoke to the nurse and she told me about the new doctor. He had gone to work shortly after our graduation, but, realizing he could do better, he went to the Uni- versity of Vermont, graduated, and later took a special course in surgery in New York. And now he was a very famous surgeon. After a few days, I had the pleasure of visiting with Dr. Rogers about our class at W. R. H. S. He told me that Hollis Darling, the fire chief who had rescued me, had become famous for his speedy work, especially running about in a little l ord Coupe. Later, Dr. Rogers brought in a radio for my entertainment. The music was very good one night, and as I listened — Can that be—?” es, he answered; Monk plays about every night over the radio. Mulliken’s Orchestra is on the air now. After we graduated, Adna left Wells River, took saxaphone lessons for two years, then gave lessons a year, and now he plays with great skill the saxaphone, clarinet and cornet. His orchestra is in great demand and plays at the leading Night Clubs in New York.” The next morning, Dr. Rogers’ wife, who occasionally visited the Doc- tor’s patients, came to my room and asked how I was feeling. It seemed good to have someone to talk with. WTile we were visiting the Doctor suddenly entered and asked, Is Mary here?’ I looked at her again, and, for the first time, recognized our class president, Mary Sawyer. She told me that she had been a dancer in the largest cabaret in New York. It was her first night when a large box of flowers came with a card attached that read. Dr. Rene Rogers.” She was much surprised and glad to know that a school- mate was in the city. They renewed their friendship and Mary soon found out that after Rene had graduated and started out on his medical career, Lillian had decided not to give up her work as a music teacher. When Mary heard this, she decided, upon request, to give up her dancing and keep house for Dr. Rogers.

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18 THE CHATTERBOX GRADUATION EXERCISES OF THE CLASS OF 1930 Village Hall Monday, June 9, 1930 at 8 OClock Processional Prayer Salutatory and Essay Address to the Graduating Class Essay and Valedictory Recessional Rev. Ben Malcolm Smith Pearl Russell Rev. Albert Sherberg Mary Sawyer --§-- SALUTATORY It would seem strange for a pupil from a neighboring village to welcome the citizens of Wells River to one of their own public buildings, so I am not going to do that; but as a member of the Class of 1930 of Wells River High School and in behalf of my classmates, I welcome each and every one of you to these graduation exercises, parents, friends schoolmates, citizens of Wells River and of neighboring towns, and strangers. Each one is here for some special reason, personal interest in some one or more of our class, loyalty to fellow students, interest in educational matters, perhaps from force of habit; but whatever your reason for being here, we welcome you. —s----- MY VOCATION Work should be considered an opportunity,” so ones life work must be chosen with care. It is a privilege to work, so ones choice should be made, not alone for what money it may bring or for any possible fame to oneself, but for the benefit to others. To illustrate this thought let us recall the answers to a friendly visitor at a stone quarry. He asked the first workman, What are you doing?” The workman replied, I am working for ten shillings a day.” Of the second workman, the visitor asked the same question. His re- ply was, I am cutting stone.” To the third workman, the same question was put, but his answer was, I am building a cathedral.” Which was the most successful of the three?