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

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while Mussolini shares the profits. It is yet to be seen who shall have complete control of the barnyard, and now Hitler and ( hamberlain are fighting to see who shall be cock of the roost. —-Frederick George ’40 MY FIRST INTERVIEW I awoke early, that is, earlier than usual for me. I lay in bed and shivered, not from the cold but from fright, from ap- prehension, from anxiety, suspense and from that which was about to happen. 1 tried to go back to sleep again but my fear rose before me and I found it much easier to lie stiff' and tense and stare into nothingness, to leave my mind a complete blank. Finally, 1 arose and dressed, very slowly and my fingers trembled so that I could hardly tie my shoe laces. I sat down to breakfast and dawdled with my food just to waste time. 1 tried to choke some coffee down my throat but even that wouldn’t go and the mere thought of food made me ill. 1 left the table and glanced at my watch. I had an hour to kill before it was time for me to leave. I wandered from room to room, picking up articles and laying them down again. I read and re-read yesterday’s paper and consulted my watch at three minute intervals. Then, I decided it was time to go. 1 checked my appearance carefully and just before I left I glanced in the mirror and found to my great horror that an- other pimple had just broken out on my face. As I walked toward my destination I thought how grand it would be to be dead, buried away from all trouble. Then I rehearsed over and over to myself that which I was going to say. When I reached the office my upper lip was hot and moist, my head pounded and my hands were damp and clammy. My throat was tight. I thought my voice had left me. I sat down to wait. When my name was called I rose dizzily and some- how my wobbly knees carried me across the room. As 1 start- ed across the threshold of the door marked MR. J. 1. FORBES,

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Day is breaking and Bill is going out to the barn to do his chores. He is greeted with a very loud “Cock a doodle do” which wakens the whole neighborhood. There is a fluttering of wings and Hitler, the rooster, comes strutting down into the barnyard. Hitler is a very fine cock, lie is a Rhode Island Red. His comb looms up like a burning log. The feathers on his neck blend together to make a dark shiny green. Then his back is a dark blood red with tail feathers to match the beautiful color scheme on his neck. He struts down the 'barnyard path lifting his feet very high and being very careful to set them down neatly and easily. Every now and then Hitler raises his head and crows, also beating his wings to show his authority. There are several other roosters among the chicken popu- lation: Goering, Chamberlain, Daladier and Mussolini. Goering keeps the rest of the young roosters well under control, while Hitler goes courting and enjoys life. Goering has a very sharp beak and long claws which make him a very good fighter. Chamberlain has a beak that is as long as Goering’s but not as efficient. But lie is a match for Hitler when it comes to crow- ing. When he lets loose the barnyard people wonder what comes next. Daladier is a small rooster. But when it comes to a good fight for his rights in the barnyard, his French temper rises to uncontrollable heights. Mussolini usually sits back and courts the young hens while the others are fighting. The others do the dirty work 4

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EMPLOYER, I thought, “Is this the way all girls feel when they are about to be interviewed for their first job?” —India Brock ’40 BILL JENKINS Bill Jenkins was a trader From a Massachusetts town To the men he brought tobacco To the women, a jeweled gown. He wras fearless and a fighter He was thoughtful, kind and good And ’twas in the Boston harbor That his ship at anchor stood. One morning bright and early Ere the sun had risen high Bill hoisted sail and started East Mid farewell and goodbye. The wind was blowing favorably The sky was clear and blue The sailors talking cheerfully, said “In ten days we’ll be through.” The sailor in the nest cried out, “Ahoy a sub ahead.” A bang, a smash, a cry of pain Alas, and, but nuf said. —Elinor Rowden ’43 A STORY OF BABYLON A long time ago when the world was yet young, Nebuch- adnezzar was very lonely. He lived in his beautiful, immense castle in Babylon. The king traveled much and was well educated. One day he went on a journey to Media in the hills. He visited all the people that he ruled and among them met a young girl. They became well acquainted and soon he took her back to his castle to become his queen. 6