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

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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

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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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CHING-LING Once there was a Chinaman by t lie name of Ohing-Ling who owned a laundry in Chinatown. One bright afternoon Ching-Ling was going home at a little after four o’clock. He had just rounded a corner when he heard a dog bark, but he didn’t pay any attention to it ’till he felt something biting his leg. Looking down and seeing a little black and white dog, quick as a wink he picked the dog up and started biting his ear. lb hit harder and harder until the dog yelled in agony. Just then a woman rounded the corner. Evidently it was her dog because when she saw what was going on she immediately called the police. Meanwhile Ching-Ling kept on biting the dog, until the policeman, walking up, asked Ching-Ling why he was biting a poor little dog. The policeman thought Ching-Ling was crazy. Ching-Ling answered, “Him bite me, me bite him. He did not speak very good English and the policeman could not understand him but finally he caught on to what ( hing-Ling was trying to say and gravely explained to him that that was not exactly the way people in America punished animals. After some persuasion Ching-Ling put the dog down and the owner agreed to forget about the matter. ‘ ‘ Anyway, ’ ’ tough.” Ching-Ling concluded, “Him was pretty —Marjorie Farnsworth LOST AND FOUND Mr. Jeremiah Fitzbald paid the conductor and sat down in the street car. He .soon was reading the Boston 1 ost and was very much engrossed in it. After about five minutes he started up from his paper and began frantically to search for something. In his pockets? No, not there. Maybe in his handkerchief? Still lost. 10