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

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Oh, it is only the great last sleepy croak. green and gold parrot uttering a —John Hooker FERDINAND, LE TAUREAU Ferdinand eta it un taureau, un grand taurea u qui demeur- ait aux champs. 11 aimait de s’asseoir sous un arhre de bou- clvon et sentir les belles Hears. Tons les autres taureaux couraient et badinaicnt grossiere- ment mais Ferdinand n’aimait pas le faire. Sa more, qui etait une vache, lui demanda it s’il n’aimerait pas a courir avec ses freres, mats Ferdinand disait, Non, j’aime mieux de s’asseior tranquillement sous les arbres et de sentir les belles fleures.” Un jour des homines sent venus pour trouver un tourean furieux qui aimerait a combattre avec un toreador. Ions les freres et cousins de Ferdinand essayaient de montrer lours talents mais Ferdinand disait, “ Pourquoi faut-il quo je sois fur- ieux?” Et il s’est assis sous son arbre de bouchon et a senti les belles Hears. Malheureusement un abeille est arrive a son place avant Ferdinand et Ferdinand s’est assis sur lui. Si vous etiez un abeille et quelqu’un s’est assis sur vous, qu’est-ce que vous feriez? Vous le piqueriez et e’est exactement ce que 1’abeille a fait. Ferdinand s’est eleve tres, tres vite en poussant des cris percants. 11 courait, il sautait et piaffait le terre. Les homines avait trouve un tourean propre et furieux. 11s Font memo a l’aiene. La notre hero faisait la connaissance du toreador. Mais il n’aimais pas le toreador parce qu’il le poussait avec une epee quand Ferdinand voulait s’asseoir et sentir les belles flours. Aussi ils Font renvoye a ses champs et maintenant ils s’assied encore sous son arbre de bouchon et sent les belles fleurs. 8 Edward Bailey ’40

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He then takes one of the numerous pickers and smooths the stuff around in your tooth. He then wipes the excess sil- ver away, unties your bib and tells you that you may go. As you depart you think that before going to the dentist again you will join the church, make a will and commit suicide. —Jean Lanphere A NOISE What is that noise? Such a strange noise, like one that a burglar, sliding along on a soft carpeted floor might make as he wont to pilfer a rich drawer of silverware, or a tray of jewel's. What is that noise? Such a queer noise, like one that a screen door, left unhooked on a windy day as it sways to and fro in the breeze, or perhaps the cellar door squeaking as the cat gently pushed it open. What is that noise? Such a funny noise, as if the entire building had settled an inch because of the recent flood or perhaps that great stack of wood in the shed had slid forward a foot. What is that noise? Such an insane noise, as if a person had shrieked crazily in a moment of panic during a horrible night ma re. What is that noise? Such a frightful noise, as if four murderers, muttering and talking to themselves, had suddenly slashed their victim’s windpipe, and stood gloating over their victim as his life sighed away. What is that noise? Such an awful noise, as if a great symphony orchestra had played one crashing discord and then all was still, as if two autos, darting in and out of tiny streets had suddenly ended their lives in one awe-inspiring crash. What was that noise? Such a loud noise, as if all the cannon and guns of the Royal Navy had suddenly exploded into a salvo of energy. What was that noise? Such a peaceful noise!

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ONE WAY TO PULL TEETH Bill Jackson rode along the trail, lie grasped his swollen ,jaw; H:s tooth was aching terribly, His nerves were very raw. Now Bill, he was a daring man, A fight he’d never shun; But at the thought of dentists’ chairs, It made him want to run. At last he came around the curve, The town was now in sight; And as he rode along the street, He shut his eyes up tight. 11 is horse was jogging past the bank When men burst into view; A glance told him that they were thugs, So he his six-guns drew. He threw himself into the fray, A dozen six-guns spoke; And then a fist came from one side, His jaw it nearly broke. But minding not the awful blow He gave them all he had; ’Twas then that reinforcements came To aid the daring lad. The bandits soon were captured all, A crowd was gathered round, Then someone spied unconscious Bill Stretched full-length on the ground. But just as soon as he came to, He smiled on all about; For as he touched his cheek again, He found the tooth was out! —George Downing ’41 9