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

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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

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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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By this time Mr. Fitzbald was attracting much attention and everybody was wondering about the cause for his search. Mr. Fitzbald stuck his head under his seat, looking for “it” and in doing so, hit his head on the knee of an Italian seated in front of him and knocked off his hat and wig. The Italian got to his feet and yelled, “Who do you think you’re hitting?” Mi . Fitzbald didn’t say a word, but just shrank hack in his seat and proceeded to go through his pockets again. The Italian, thinking Mr. Fitzbald was deaf and dumb, sat back in his seat and commenced to watch Jeremiah. After five minutes of frantic searching, Mr. Fitzbald gave up and continued to read the “Boston Post.” By this time the conductor was wondering if Jeremiah was all right, so he said politely, “May I inquire what you have lost?” Mr. Fitzbald didn’t say a word. “I 11 try again, maybe he didn’t hear,” thought the anx- ious conductor. Repeating the question and receiving no an- swer, he gave up and went back to his work. All at once, Mr. Fitzbald jumped up and shouted joyfully, “Yippee! I know where they are, on the breakfast table, wrapped in my napkin.” “May I inquire what?” asked the conductor. “My false teeth,” answered Mr. Fitzbald. CURIOSITY Once upon a time many, many years ago, in a far-away land there lived a baby seal. This land was very cold and there was snow and ice all the time. The little seal, whose name was Jacob, lived in this cold land with his father and his mother and many other seals. Now unlike most seals, Jacob was very curious. He was always wondering about things and he liked to try to find out about interesting or strange things. Of course Jacob’s mother did not like to have her little son get into danger so she tried to teach him not to be too curious. But try as she might, it 11