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

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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

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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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Though the grounds were very beautiful, the maiden was not happy. Day after day she climbed the stairs to the tower and looked out onto the broad hills many miles away where she had once lived. Nebuchadnezzar noticed her moodiness and wondered about it. Finally he asked her to explain her sadness and she told the king that she had always lived in the green hills and valleys when a young girl and that she was very lonely because she was away from them. Now King Nebuchadnezzar was a clever man and so right away he called together his famous landscape gardeners and told them of his plans. Many skilled workers were hired and a few years later the plan was completed. It was called the Hanging Gardens and was very large and wonderful. Shaped somewhat like a pyramid which rose in terraces it was planted with trees, shrubs and flowers. The gardens were intended to imitate a hill. The young queen spent many happy hours in her garden and used to wander in and out of the large masses of flowers. Indeed, she never grew tired of the sparkling fountains and the little squirrels and never again felt lonely. The Hanging Gardens of Babylon is one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. —Audrey Bidwell ’44 THE HERO Jerry sat excitedly on the bench with the coach and other football players, watching his team get a licking. There were only a few more minutes to play, and the team was tiring fast. The score was 19-17, in favor of the opposing team. The whistle blew for time out. Jerry trembled. He knew he was going onto the field just as soon as the coach gave the word. The team depended on him. If he didn’t go in, the game was lost. He must not let the team down; he must keep his cour- age. What if he stumbled as he went onto the field? His girl had said, that if he didn’t do his best, she wasn’t going to the 7