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

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1944 volume:

The Chatterbox Sponsored by the Senior Class Senior Issue June 1944 CHATTERBOX STAFF Editor Assistant Editor Business Manager Artist Audrey Bidwell Virginia Hamel RoseLee Hooker Virginia Hamel WELLS RIVER DIRECTORY Ruth Rowe, Principal Evelyn Tipping Elizabeth Gibson Charles King Lois Stanley Nora Darling Adine Farwell J. Stewart Garvin Samuel Stanley Languages Science, Home Economics Social Sciences and Junior High Science, Mathematics Intermediate Primary Music Superintendent Custodian School Directors—Lewis W. Rowell, James Thomas, Ellen B. Goodell. 1 TABLE OF CONTENTS Editorial Page 4 Literary— My Day 6 Essay on Women’s Clothing 8 Without Freedom 8 The Cruise on Pickwick Puddle 10 Grampa Jack 11 Scatterbrain Essay 13 Ah! To Be A Poet 14 What Are You Doing? 15 Arbutus 16 Classes 17 In Memoriam 17 W. R. H. S. Service Men and Women 18 Seniors—Class of 1944 Norman Beckley 20 Audrey Bidwell 21 Virginia Hamel 22 RoseLee Hooker 23 Childhood Snaps 24 Sports 25 Chatter 27 Alumni Notes 31 Course of Study 33 Advertisements 34 2 EDITORIAL |ODAY it is natural to hear people continually dis- cussing the war in Europe”, but I wonder if we give enough thought to our differences of opinion right here in our own country—the coal miners’ strike, the political turmoil, the tax controversies, the way in which the war is run. Do our community clubs and organizations run along smoothly, or are they constantly badgering among themselves? Do we all cooperate with the Red Cross or do we crab about giving up a few hours each week? How, if we can’t work together in our own country, can we expect the whole world to be in accordance? In times of extreme danger we know that lack of cooperation would lead to catastrophe. Thus everyone rushes to do his part—until the trouble vanishes. Then gradually the tension and emotion die away and things pursue their nor- mal course. Families and communities continue in their own selfish ways, not listening to the other person’s views and opinions. Then we revert to the attitude we had as- sumed before the war and thus conditions arise which lead to another war. The time to appreciate our homes and country is now. Are you one of those persons who run affairs by talk but not by action? Put your shoulder to the wheel—be posi- tive not negative! If you want something corrected, why put it off till tomorrow? Why not go out and do it now? Let’s cooperate with our government, which we our- selves set up, and with our neighbors. Let’s be honest and fair in our dealings with other countries and set an ex- ample worthy to be followed. —Audrey Bid well ’44 4 [LoV CeTcFL ACRo y MY DAY The phone jangled on my desk. I put down the bunch of papers I had been sorting and reached for the re- ceiver. Hello, Oh, Hello, Joe!” It was my brother, who drove a big truck for a large clothing firm in San Fran- cisco. Yes, I’m fine. What are you doing in town? You what! When? Where? ’Bye, Joe, ’gotta run.” I slammed the phone down on the hook and made the office door in one second flat. Racing down the isles past the rows of desks I heard someone shout, Hey, Ginny, what’s the rush?” This was no time to stop and pass the time of day. This was a race against time. Grabbing my hat, I went through the doorway. I was smashing all track records—both indoor and out. Superman himself couldn’t have caught me. I didn’t stop to find a taxi or take a subway; it would have taken too much time. I raced madly down the street, barely missing a fat lady pushing a baby carriage. I heard her send a string of curses after me—such language from a woman, and on the public street, too. But what did I care!—this was a race to the finish. Would I be too late? Could I possibly make it in time? It was a good thing Joe had told me. Just then I heard a whistle from a cop ahead of me. A husky voice with a decided Irish brogue yelled, Hey, Lady, pull over to the curb. Where do you think you’re going—to a fire?” Fine time for someone to get funny. Yeah, to the Chicago fire!” I yelled back, not slowing one bit as I passed him. Hey, you, come back here!” he called, racing after me. But he was no match for my running and I soon left him far behind. As I said before, not even Superman could have caught me. Soon I could hear a rushing sound of tramping feet behind me. I looked around and saw a mob of young girls in sweaters and skirts coming after me. Holy Cow”, 6 I thought, They must think Frank Sinatra is in town and I know where he is.” My stockings had caught and ripped as I left my of- fice, my hat was back on the baby carriage, and my left shoe had sped through the open window of a passing car as I sprang for the curb. My skirt I held a little way above my knees so I could run faster and my hair was streaming straight out behind. I held my purse so tightly to my side that I must have looked like Tom Harmon run- ning for a touchdown. But here I was at last. I knew the sign over the door would have read The Grey Shop” if I could have stopped to read it. Instead I raced in the door and up the stairs, then down the aisle and up another flight of stairs. I had been steaming the last few laps, and now I was about dead. It was only momentum that kept me going. I stumbled down two more aisles, making the last few yards on my hands and knees. I grabbed the counter, dragged myself up on my feet, and stood gasping like a steam engine. The disinterested clerk looked at me coldly. Is there something you would like?” he asked sar- castically. A pair of nylons,” I gasped weakly. You’re in luck, madam. We have one pair left out of a shipment just received from San Francisco.” Yes, I know, Joe told me,” I said, clutching at the stockings I had just purchased. Then I heard the crowd of Frank Sinatra girls stampede up the isle. I remember clutching at my nylons just as they hit me—then darkness. It is pleasant here in the hospital. The room is sunny and filled with flowers sent by the office force. The nurses are cheerful and I get good attention. As I lie here I am a happy woman, for on the table at the bedside is my pair of nylons. I am dreaming of the day, about six weeks from now, when the cast will be taken from my broken leg and I will be able to put them on. Boy, was I lucky! —Virginia Hamel ’44 7 ESSAY ON WOMEN’S CLOTHING Have you ever walked down the street and looked at women’s clothes—their shoes, hats and dresses? Awful, isn’t it? You walk along minding your own business when all of a sudden, a woman, or at least you think that’s what it is, steps out of the store in front of you. You look at her head and gasp at the sight of it”. But you manage to stagger along in back of it”. You look at it”. Could that possibly be a hat on her head? Oh, no. A bird perched upon (what you think is) a plant pot. Ugh! What a sight! Are those shoes on her feet? You look again to make sure. Why it looks just as if she were walking on stilts. And those stockings! They’re making women’s hose out of fish nets now. What next? What a rainbow between her feet and head. You are dazed at the sight. An orange, green, blue and violet striped dress with red buttons and a yellow collar. Oh! You rub your eyes and look away in a hurry. It can’t be so! Slowly your eyes go back to the object. It really is a dress. What a nightmare! Dazed you look upon the peaceful sky, or perhaps sneak into a dark hallway to let the woman get out of sight. Slowly you find your way out to the street again and walk along, head bent, with eyes on the pavement. You then resolve to buy a pair of col- ored glasses before going on the street again. —RoseLee Hooker ’44 WITHOUT FREEDOM We woke up and started a typical day—school, work, play, whichever was to be our lot. Then it happened. A voice on the radio stated tersely that the Nazis had taken over the government. Stunned, we continued on our daily routine, not knowing what else to do. 8 At school the children found the same teachers, but teachers with new ideas. They did not believe in the things they had taught—good literature, good education, or even the American way. The election the student body were going to have to decide whom they wanted for their next president was postponed indefinitely. Virginia Hamel, a girl who believed in saying what she thought, called a meeting of the student body, which, immediately upon gathering, was dispersed, and all attending were told that such things as meetings where one could state one’s opinions were not part of the new program. A strange woman came one day and told the students that those with low marks would be sent to work in factories, on farms, or in some branch of service to help their country. She also prescribed subjects for the remaining students—math- ematics, science and home economics. These were the only important subjects, she said. The usual gang met at Jimmy’s Drug Store that eve- ning, and Henry Rowden with upraised fist stated his opin- ion of the new government. It’s against the Bill of Rights,” he shouted, but before he could say anything else he was taken awav by some uniformed men. The others were sent to their homes and told to stay there. Wells River became a different town. There were new people with strange uniforms, and everywhere one looked someone had an arm band proclaiming him a member of this club or that club—all approved by the government. At school bovs concentrated on gunnery and war- fare, while the girls studied home arts and nursing. Education was promoted, of course, but as the gov- ernment wanted it, not what the people wanted; assemblies were called, but the people didn’t conduct them; there were speakers who talked on special approved subjects”. Even at home things were different and unpleasant. Rationing was better than being told what to eat. The house, without a radio, was strangely quiet, although the family was so busy running to approved meetings” super- vised by approved people” that they wouldn’t have had time to listen anyway. 9 At the end of a week came a radio announcement that a required broadcast was to be given Saturday eve- ning at nine o’clock. Tersely, America waited. Fellow Americans”, said the President’s voice, this week has been an experiment to show the people of the United States what life without liberty and justice for all would be like. The experiment is over. Once more you are free to enjoy freedom in our democracy. As we thank God for our own freedom and think with pain in our hearts of those who are in bondage, let us sing together softly the last verse of our national hymn, America”. Our fathers’ God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God our King.” —Barbara Bid well ’45 THE CRUISE ON PICKWICK PUDDLE Once upon a time there lived a race of little people about three inches tall. They lived in a little village by the edge of Pickwick Puddle. To us Pickwick Puddle would be only a little mud hole, but to the little folk it was a mighty sea. One afternoon the mayor of the small people called a meeting of the citizens and declared that a boat should be built and acruise taken on Pickwick Puddle. Everyone contributed to making the boat. Someone gave material for the sails, someone gave lumber, and some- one gave a wind-up motor, in case the wind died down and the sails would not make the ship go. In a week the ship was finished. The galley was full of food, and the indoor swimming pool filled with water. All the tickets were soid and the cruisers started early one morning. They sailed all day, but when they 10 were coming to anchor that night the thread that held the fishhook anchor broke. As they were too close to shore to turn, they went crashing into a house built at the bank of the puddle. They did not know it at first, but they soon found out that the house was the barracks for an army of ants. The small people hauled up all the sails and start- ed the wind-up motor so they could get away from the ants. But the ants also had a boat. They piled into it and sailed after the little people. The little people set their bean cannon up on the deck of their ship. After they had fired four or five beans, the ants were glad to re- treat. To celebrate the victory the little fold finished their cruise around the puddle and returned home without any more trouble. —John Mahnker ’49 GRAMPA JACK What’cha doin, Grampa Jack?” Fixin’ my traps.” Goin’ trappin’, Grampa Jack?” Huh?” I said, 'Are you goin’ trappin?’ ” Yuh!” When ya goin?” Tomorrow.” Kin I go with yuh? Kin I, Grampa Jack?” Why, when I go trappin’ you’ll be in bed asleep. No, it’ll be too early for you. Long afore dawn. Probably ’bout 4 o’clock.” He shook his grizzled head and kept on oiling his traps. Occasionally he would stop, tilt his head back, hold his trap out in front of him and examine his work through his old near-sighted eyes. Aw! That’s what you said last year but you over- slept and never went t’all,” persisted Little Jack. Well, I’m goin’ this year sure and don’t bother me. Hand me that rag over there, will ya? No, not that one, 11 the one over’t the right by the oil can, that’s it.” He took the rag, shook it once and then started polish- ing the trap as well as his knobby, shriveled hands would let him. You done a lot of trappin, ain’tcha, Grampa Jack?” Yuh! . . . Lot of it . . . Yuh!” A pause while he ran his tongue over his lips. Been trappin’ nigh onto sixty year now. Ever since I were ten. Never forgot the first time I ever went. Went with my Dad. Things was different then though. Traps wan’t so good. Wan’t made of steel. More muskrats, too.” He stopped, wiped his hands on his dirty pants, took out his handkerchief from his hip pocket, blew and wiped his nose fiercely, put his handkerchief back, and continued. I ’member my Dad had took me to the river and showed me how to bait my trap with an apple, set it, and cover it. Well, the next day we went back and there were a muskrat in it. It wan’t a big one—just a little one. Well, he looked so little and harmless it just made me sick to think of him bein’ killed. Well—when my Dad took out his knife I---” Little Jack,” a voice called from somewhere upstairs. That’s yer ma callin.” Aw!” Little Jack,” the voice called again. Better go on up and see what she wants.” Aw, she wants me to go to bed. Go on an tell me what you did when your Dad took out his knife.” Never you mind. You go on up. Mind yer ma. If you don’t you won’t never be president.” You weren’t never president, Grampa Jack. Didn’t you mind your mother?” Well .... once I didn’t.” What’cha do?” Never you mind young man. You just get yourself upstairs.” Little Jack grudgingly stomped upstairs and through the door. The old man finished his traps and cleaned up 12 his bench. Then he sat down and stuffed some tobacco into his old corn-cob with his thumb. He scratched a match on the seat of his pants and puffed away in silent contentment. Soon he was aroused by a voice call- ing from above, Grampa Jack, you down there?” Yes, Mary.” Time for you to get to bed if you’re goin’ trappin’ tomorrow.” I’ll be up soon.” You come up now. It’s nine o’clock.” - The old man knocked his pipe on his shoe, put it in his pocket and shuffled upstairs to bed mumbling about daughters who wouldn’t ever treat their fathers like grown up men. The next morning the alarm clock went off at 3:30. Grampa Jack slowly got up, turned off the alarm, and sank back on the bed, meaning to get up and dress in a moment. When his daughter, Mary, got up at 6:00 she went into his room and found him sound asleep. It was too late now for him to go. Too bad he had missed an- other year, for his trapping days were about over. —Virginia Hamel ’44 SCATTERBRAIN ESSAY Yesterday, my English teacher, Mrs. Rowe, told me to write an essay. Today I sit here and think, and think, but it is no good—I can’t think of a thing to write. My mind keeps wandering to different things, for example, How am I going to get a haircut on school time?” I am thinking of many ways, when suddenly the vis- ion changes to Mrs. Rowe’s office. I can even hear her telling me—well you know what she would be saying. I decide that asking permission for a school-time haircut is out of the question and I start talking with the fellow next to me. Immediately I hear my name sung out by Mrs. Gibson. Nothing to do, Dargie?” I look around the room to find inspiration for that blasted essay, but there is 13 nothing that suits me. The period is passing by and I haven’t a word written. Now the problem is how am I going to tell Mrs. Rowe, because sometimes it is kind of ticklish trying to explain to her things like unprepared lessons! Now, that’s no excuse, Everett, I will see you tonight after school, and we’ll discuss this more fully.” Now I see any haircut flying away on wings; I see myself staying that awfully long forty minutes after school. The period is all gone by—there goes the bell— no essay—no haircut. Oh, heck! —Everett Dargie ’45 AH! TO BE A POET Writing a poem is a terrible task, Teachers who demand it don’t know what they ask. Some folk’s thoughts just naturally rhyme, But people like me have a terrible time. I sit and think and think and think, To find some word to rhyme with pink. I’ll write one line then write another, Then I’ll get stuck and call for mother. Mother says, Write about birds and bees, Flowers and rivers and meadows and trees.” Father says, Write about battles in mud, Dogfights and hurricanes, buckets of blood.” But of all these I know nothing at all, My mind still remains a$ blank as a wall. I’d rather go swimming or lie in the sun, Than to start a poem that never gets done. After getting no where, I give up in despair. Anyone who can rhyme, Is a better man than I’m. —Virginia Hamel ’44 WHAT ARE YOU DOING? What are you doing to help win the war, To rid the world of strife—to make it safe and free, To bring our boys safely back again? Are you in uniform? Do you buy war bonds and stamps? Do you collect scrap? And be as saving as you can? Perhaps you roll bandages And write letters everyday to the boys, Who used to be your neighbors, Or someone even dearer to you. Maybe you’re an air raid warden Or keep watch for enemy planes. And again you may be working in a factory Like your dad did before the war. If you keep faith in God, And the leaders of the government And do several of these things, You’re a good American. You can be sure of that. Or do you help Hitler and Mussolini, And that little Jap, named Tojo? You think you could run the country Better than the president? Well, you’re a pretty smart person if you can. You buy from the black market, While others have meatless Tuesday? You’re feasting on a big thick steak? And you have plenty of sugar, and butter? Others take only their share. In Europe there usually isn’t any at all. You don’t give to the Red Cross Or take your turn at the lookout post? 15 You say that patriotism is just bunk? But it isn’t. Not by a long shot. You’ll find out if we don’t win this war. But we will win it. Then you’ll think that you helped. But people will know you didn’t. If they saw you riding all the time When gas and tires were rationed Well, they will know you didn’t do what you could. Those of you who aren’t at all patriotic, But pretend to be, Don’t think you’re Americans. For you aren’t. You might as well be in an Axis army. As be a traitor to the home front. Again I say What are you doing to help win the War? —Dorene Pudvah ’46 ARBUTUS Little flower in woodlands bright, You are to us a welcome sight, Telling everyone of spring, And the joy which it will bring. Pink and white in your mossy bower, You’re ofttimes called the spring Mayflower. You’re like a lovely lady, Who’s all dressed up for spring. You bring us joyous tidings, Which ought to make us sing. —Lncile Judd ’48 16 CLASSES The mighty Seniors, That number four, Are full of wisdom But are in want of more. The Junior class Is large and strong, With eleven pupils, A mighty throng. The Sophomore class, I must say, Is the high school leader To this day. The Freshmen Think they’re mighty fine To have one pupil That will shine. —Bill Kowden ’48 IN MEMORIAM When the mist comes up from the dell And the light seems to fade with remorse, I think of dear, old Nell Who was once our trotting horse. The sulky wheels are silent, The whiffltree, useless and still, The wind in the trees sings a song of lament For Nell has gone over the hill. No longer will she race at the country fairs, No longer on sleigh rides we’ll go, For Nell at last is free from all cares In the land where the warm breezes blow. But the memory of Nell still lingers, Though not as in the morn she stood, But as she looked as she lay ’neath my fingers— My, but she tasted good! —Virginia Hamel ’44 ★ W. R. H. S. SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN Adams, Bernard Adams, Donald Adams, Douglas Bailey, Albert Bailey, Bruce Bailey, Edward Bidwell, Donald Brock, Robert Carbee, Christine Carbee, Irene Chamberlin, Richard Davis, Lyndol Degree, Alec Deming, George Darling, Hollis Downing, George Deming, Larry Deming, James Driscoll, Austin Farwell, Jerome Flanders, Robert Flanders, Roger Forehan, Clayton Foss, Stanley Farnsworth, Frank George, Frederick Goodell, Bailey Goodell, David Goodell, Harvey Goodell, John Hanson, Benjamin Hanson, Sheldon Hamel, Robert Hesseltine, Russell Hooker, John Hutchins, Charles Hudson, Robert Hinman, Claude Johnson, Raymond Johnson, Robert Keeler, Howard Knighton, Perley Laturneau, Eugene Laturneau, Herman Leonard, Kenneth McClure, Lester Murphy, Eugene Murphy, Robert Merchant, Donald Murray, Wilbur Miller, Harold Phelps, Gordon Placey, Clayton Powers, Porter Plourde, William Rattee, Donald Rattee, Paul Rattee, Roland Rogers, Robert Rowell, Reginald Rowden, Scott Sawyer, Edward Sawyer, Wilfred Symes, Horace Valley, Ora Wheelock, Wheatleigh Winship, Robert 18 i NORMAN BECKLEY John” is the high school’s tall man. We don’t know whom we’ll find to take his place at putting the study hall clock ahead. He skis, plays football, basketball, and base- ball. The way he throws those balls around is a treat. Beck” is a great hand with the girls. What we want to know is, which charms them, the car or the blush? History class is refreshment time” for John” and the rest of the class as well, for he usually passes his refreshment around. He hopes to enter the Navy next fall and we know that he’ll have a girl in every port. Best of luck, Beck”. Born: 1926 Home: South Ryegate Ambition: A life of ease. Pet Aversion: Teachers. Favorite Occupation: Getting into mischief. Hobbies: Riding his horse and bothering the girls in chemistry laboratory. 20 AUDREY BIDWELL Audrey is our classical music lover. She is also the shortest member of our class. She plays tennis, basket- ball, and sings alto in music class. She is also known for sliding into her seat just about one minute after the last bell has rung. Aud’s favorite subject is French and she is a great help to the under-classmen. She has a calm and gentle nature except when in an argument, then look out. We think she has finally made up her mind to go to Cornell next year, but you never can tell. She may turn up at Middlebury yet. Wherever you go, Audrey, we know you’ll succeed because you’ve got what it takes. Born: 1926. Home: Wells River. Ambition: To travel in Europe. Pet Aversion: Hearing the last bell ring when she is just leaving home. Favorite Occupation: Listening to classical music;. Hobbies: Music, tennis. 21 VIRGINIA HAMEL Ginny” is our jazz advocate. She keeps us informed on all the jazz orchestras, their leaders, and all the hot singers. There is nothing she likes better than a good argument and, therefore, wherever you find an argument going on there you’ll find Ginny. She comes to school on the Ole Mud and Water” and creates a diversion in study hall at about nine o’clock every morning. She is a very good athlete and takes an outstanding part in all the sports, especially basketball and tennis. Virginia is going to be an artist and we know she’ll do well. We’ll be expecting to see your works in the Louvre, Virginia. Born: 1926. Home: South Ryegate. Ambition: To be a good girl” Pet Aversion: Classical music. Favorite Occupation: Listening to jazz and drawing Hobbies: Drawing, dancing, sports. 22 ROSELEE HOOKER Rose is our boogie-woogie piano player and whenever we can get her to play (she’s a bit shy) we’re in rapture. As Rose’s fingers are active on the typewriter keys, she is Mrs. Rowe’s secretary. She is one of the most willing girls in the school and whenever the clubroom needs dec- orating for a dance or some typing is to be done, Rose does it. Hook” is one of our best dancers and is always will- ing to show some of us poorer ones a few steps. She plays guard on the basketball team and we don’t know whom we’ll find to replace her. Rose is going to be a beautician as she has a knack with hair-dos. Good luck, Rose. Born: 1926. Home: Wells River. Ambition: To use the things in her hope chest. Pet Aversion: Chemistry class. Favorite Occupation: Writing to George Hobbies: Dancing and playing boogie-woogie. CHILDHOOD SNAPS” OF SENIORS Auds” Canada’s contribution to the United States. Rosie” She was cute even then. S) IP © (R,1j5 GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Due to a late start, our basketball season was very short. Our first game, which was played with Newbury, we lost. We won our next two games with Groton, and our fourth and last game, which we also lost was again with Newbury. As we have not had a team in two years, almost every- one was inexperienced, RoseLee Hooker being our only veteran player. Although we did not win many victories, we did gain much experience. Next year we hope the season will be longer and more successful. Members of the squad were: Barbara Bidwell, forward Jean Garvin, forward Doris Sawyer, forward Dorene Pudvah, forward Adean Guay, forward Jean Rowell, guard Audrey Bidwell, guard Beverly Brizzee, guard RoseLee Hooker, guard Members of the squad wish to thank Mrs. Charles Gibson for her fine job as coach. Co-captains RoseLee Hooker and Barbara Bidwell. High scorer: Jean Garvin. Manager: Virginia Hamel. 25 BOYS’ BASKETBALL This year we started our season with a home game with Newbury which we lost by a close score. A few days later, we journeyed to Thetford Hill. We again lost but we played a very good game even though the hall was very small and full of smoke. We next played two games with Groton, one here and one there. We won them both by very good scores. We again lost a return game to New- bury. Our last game was a home game with Thetford and another loss. None of our team had ever played be- fore and with this year’s experience we’re very optimistic for next year. Members of the squad were: Clifton Stearns, forward Robert Normand, forward Robert Garvin, forward Norman Beckley, center James Davidson, forward Dean Rowden, guard Harry Bickford, guard Everett Dargie, guard Members of the squad wish to express their thanks to Mrs. Charles Gibson, who did a fine job of supervising. High scorer, Norman Beckley; captain, Clifton Stearns; manager, Dean Rowden. GIRLS’ VOLLEY BALL Last fall in Physical Education Class we organized a volley ball team. We purchased a ball and with the help of the boys, made a court in the back of the school. New- bury came up to play us and we won the game. Our luck soon changed, however, and we lost our return match with them. We enjoy this sport very much and are in hope that there will be more of it next year. —Doris Sawyer ’45 26 GENERAL ASSEMBLIES About every two weeks this year we have had movie films. They have been about news, industry, different countries, first-aid, Red Cross, health and many other sub- jects. All have been very interesting. Every Friday morning the first period is devoted to music. We sing old and new songs, and songs of the armed forces. We chose Onward Christian Soldiers” as our School Hymn. One afternoon before the Christmas vacation the high school and junior high had a Christmas party. Mem- bers of different classes put on some short skits. Mr. King, as Santa Claus, passed out the presents. Everyone had a wonderful time. On December 17, 1943, the primary and intermedi- ate grades assembled with the high school for a Christmas program. Songs were sung and stories, by both of the downstairs groups, were read about Christmas. We all joined in the carol singing. A woman representative of the N. B. C. Broadcasting System in New York, spoke to us on how radio programs are broadcast and about some of the worthwhile programs with which many of us were unfamiliar. In turn we ask- 27 ed her questions and became better acquainted with how the radio programs are carried on in this country and across the ocean. A representative of the Curtis Magazine Company came to interest us in selling magazines to gain money for the school fund. He divided us into two teams, the Army and the Navy. As a reward he was to pay the way, of every member on the winning team who sold two or more subscriptions, to the movies. The Navy won the contest and the school gained a much needed sum of money. Everyone participated and the drive was successful. DEFENSE STAMPS During the year of 1943-44, members of the Book- keeping Class have sold Defense Stamps every Wednesday afternoon. So far, the sales have amounted to about $3 50. Everyone has participated to the best of his ability. SENIOR AND JUNIOR HIGH PLAYS On March 10, the Junior and Senior High School presented two one-act plays: The Humming Bird Hic- coughs”, by the Junior High, with the following cast: Dr. Bugbird, John Mahnker; Dr. Twipple, William Rowden; Mr. Guay, Paul Magoon; Miss Tick, Lucille Judd; Miss Squink, Betty Pudvah; Miss Hardtack, Marion Webster; Miss Sharpe, Nancy Gould; Mr. Symes, Keith Gidwell. Not Quite such a Goose” by the Freshman and Sophomore classes, with the following cast: Albert Bell, Dean Rowden; Mrs. Bell, Dorene Pudvah; Sylvia Bell, Adean Guay; Philip Flick, Robert Garvin; Hazel Hender- son, Jean Rowell. There were four prizes awarded. Two dollars was given to the Junior High for the best play. One dollar and fifty cents in defense stamps went to Dean Rowden for the best acting, and one dollar in defense stamps to Lucille Judd and John Mahnker, for runners-up. 28 SENIOR-JUNIOR PLAY On December 3, the Junior and Senior Classes of Wells River High School put on a three-act comedy en- titled The Redheaded Royalty from Arkansas”. A red-headed hillbilly comes to Furst College and trouble starts when his given name of Prince is mistaken for a foreign title. He is mobbed by all the girls except one, Ethel Whalen, and true to life she is the one he falls for. Dodging girls he solves a blackmailing mystery that has been undermining the school for a year. This leads to many amusing instances. The cast was as follows: Prince Michails, Keith Judd; Dale Nellis, Robert Normand; Jim Donovan, Harry Bick- ford; Fordyce Green, Clifton Stearns; Hans Fitzler, Ever- ett Dargie; Leieh Johnstone, Jean Garvin; Jacqueline Wallis, Beverly Brizzee; Yvonne Ferris, Rose Hooker; Aimee Rossen, Barbara Bidwell; Doris Willowby, Audrey Bid well; Ethel Whalen, Doris Sawyer. SONG HITS Bobby Normand— Lady Be Good” Lois Bickford— My Prince” (Michaels) Barbara Bidwell— Give Me Some Men” Everett Dargie— Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair” Doris Sawyer— Dancing in the Dark” Clifton Stearns— Oh, What a Lovely Way to Spend an Evening” Jean Garvin— The Dreamer” Adean Guay— After the Ball is Over” RoseLee Hooker— G. I. Jive” Dean Rowden— Take It Eeasy” Harry Bickford— Be Honest With Me” Norman Beckley— Two O’clock Jump” Virginia Hamel— He’s My Guy” Audrey Bidwell— All or Nothing at All” Eleanor Guay— I’m Just Wild About Harry” 29 Robert Garvin—' Soo-Shoo Baby” Gloria Gibson— Do I Worry” Beverly Brizzee— Any Bonds To-Day” Evelyn Guay— That Soldier of Mine” Florence McKinley— Time on My Hands” Mrs. Gibson— Betty Co-ed” Mrs. Rowe— There’ll Be Some Changes Made” Miss Tipping— This Love of Mine” Mr. King— Clap Hands Here Comes Charlie” CAN YOU IMAGINE? The Phys. Ed. Class remembering their shorts, slacks, etc.? Miss Tipping not giving a test? The High School buying defense stamps? Jean Garvin without a Latin book? Bobby Normand not talking about girls? The Bidwell Twins early? (or on time) ? Gloria Gibson not talking about boys? Miss Tipping not going to the Post Office at noon? Clifton Stearns getting home early? Leon Winchester smiling? Harry Bickford coming to school? Gloria Gibson and Doris Sawyer in pigtails (??) ? Doris Sawyer not having fun when she goes bowling? Adean Guay without Clifton Stearns? Virginia Hamel singing Smile” and eating baked beans? RoseLee Hooker doing bookkeeping in bookkeeping class? A hungry American history class? Miss Tipping (in chemistry class) : What was Avogad- ro’s principle?” Barbara Bidwell: Only God and Avogadro know!” Mr. King (in American history class) : What was the Czar of Russia’s decree?” Barbara Bidwell: The Monroe Doctrine” 30 ALUMNI NOTES CLASS OF 1941— Donald Bidwell—Canadian Air Force, in England. Christina Carbee—U. S. Marines, in Texas. Bernice Crapo—Mrs. Richard Little, living in Maine. George Downing—U. S. Army, in New Jersey. John Goodell—Air Cadets, in Kansas. Benjamin Hanson—U. S. Navy, in England. John Hooker—Medical Corps, Army, in Burlington. Priscilla Merchant—Mrs. Hall Buzzell, in Hanover. Elsie Wheelock—At home. Vivian Ladeau—Mrs. Gerald Smith, living in Groton. CLASS OF 1942— Ethelynd Duncan—At home in East Ryegate. Stanley Foss—Fort Bliss, Texas. Marjorie George—Oberlin College. Robert Hamel—With the Air Forces in Hawaii. Louise Hooker—Training at Hartford Hospital. Colleen Keeler—Mrs. Adrian Knowles, lives in Woodsville. Jean Lanphere—University of Vermont. Eugene Laturneau—Navy. George Leonard—In town. Donald Longmore—Farming at home. Irene Normand—Secretary, Merit Clothing, Claremont. Edward Sawyer—Air Corps, in England. CLASS OF 1943— Betty George—Oberlin College. Elinor Rowden—Working in Woodsville Telephone Office. Martha Duncan—Defense work, Bridgeport, Mass. Clayton Placey—Stationed at California. Gordon Robinson—Working at Ryegate Paper Mill. Doris Lamere—North Hampton Business College. Sheldon Hanson—Navy. Donald Merchant—Rochester, N. Y., Navy. Catherine Morse—University of Vermont. —Jean Garvin 31 Miss Tipping (in Chemistry Class) : You should consult more than one book. Remember you should never take one man’s work for anything. That is true in life as well as science.” Audrey Bid well (in English Class) : I like Colonial liter- ature. I like Sarah Knight and Anne Bradstreet. I like the men, too.” Mrs. Rowe: That’s just fine. I’m glad to see that you’re progressing!” Mr. King’s remark upon the appearance of a dog in Alge- bra II class: Think nothing of it. It isn’t the first poor dumb animal to wander into my class.” Miss Tipping (in Senior Room at noon hour) : You boys stop that noise.” Boys: What noise?” Miss Tipping: Those wolf calls and whistles.” Boys: Is that what they were?” Miss Tipping: Yes, I’ve heard those calls before.” Mrs. Gibson (in First Aid Class) : What would you do, Barbara, if you found a person lying on the ground?” Barbara Bid well: I’d call the police and they’d put him in the cooler.” Compliments of C. R. DAVIDSON CO. Inc. Chamberlin’s Greenhouse Granite Memorials Woodsville, N. H. So. Ryegate, Vt. OREN BECKLEY Live Stock Exchange Wander-In Gift Shop Woodsville, N. H. So. Ryegate, Vt. THE COURSE OF STUDY FOR 1944-1945 FRESHMEN SOPHOMORES JUNIORS SENIORS English 9 English 10 English 1 1 English 12 Civics Civics Modern History Modern History Algebra 1 Algebra 1 Geometry Geometry French 1 French 1 .French 2 French 2 Latin 1 Latin 1 Typing 1 Typing 2 Commercial Arithmetic Commercial Arithmetic Shorthand Shorthand Biology Biology Physics Physics Home Economics Home Economics Sociology 2 Sociology 2 Economic Geog. 2 Economic Geog. Refresher Math. 2 Refresher Math. Pre-Flight 2 Pre-Flight 2 There are three courses of study which may be pursued in Wells River High School, the College Preparatory, the Commercial, and the Social. The three curricula are three levels of attainment and each student will eventually determine, voluntarily or involuntarily, what goal he wishes or is destined to achieve. In all courses each student must take, in addition to four years of English, one year of mathe- matics, one year of science, and American History. Physical Education is required twice a week for all four years unless the student is ex- cused. Sixteen points are required for graduation and only students whose scholastic average is 8 5% or better will be certified for college. Wells River is a member of the College Entrance Certification Board and our graduates are admitted to member colleges. Iextbooks are furnished without charge, but pupils arc expected to pay for their own workbooks. The school year will commence on Tuesday, September 5, 1944, 4, from 1:00 to 5:00 P. M. to interview any students or parents who at 8:40 A. M. The principal will be in her office Monday, September wish special help in determining courses to be pursued. One of the Oldest Womens Specialty Shops in the North Country KUGELMAN’S 18} Central Street WOODSVILLE, N. H. Luncheonette and Fountain Service C. L. CHRISTOPHER Opposite Passenger • Station—Woodsville Courteous and Efficient Service Since 1914 Self-Pronouncing Palace Bowling Alley Dictionary Woodsville, N. H. F. H. MANN Bowl for Health Woods ville, N. H. or Pleasure Compliments of MAC’S DRY CLEANERS Megowen Telephone 61-2 EDUCATOR BISCUIT CO. Woodsville, N. H. WOODSVILLE GUARANTY SAVINGS BANK AND WOODSVILLE NATIONAL BANK TRUST CO. • • Woodsville, N. H. Woodsville, N. H. 34 M. W. FIELDS Compliments of Groceries Woodsville, N. H. HOTEL WENTWORTH Woodsville, N. H. SPOFFORD’S DRUG STORE Woodsville, N. H. BERNICE E. BALDWIN Insurance Wells River, Vermont F. J. NORRIS Fresh Meats and Groceries PHONE 271-2 Wells River, Vermont R. Gibson Perry, Sr. M. D. F. SHERWIN SON Printers and Stationers Wells River, Vermont SYMES BROTHERS GARAGE Wells River, Vermont FREEMAN SHOES BOTANY TIES STYLE-MART CLOTHES DAVID’S MEN’S SHOP For the Man Who Cares to Dress Nicely” HENDERSON HOTEL BLOCK Woodsville, N. H. SIPPRELLE STUDIO Portraits, Framing and Photo Finishing Tel. 217-2 Woodsville, N. H. Compliments of WALTER JOCK Dealer in Standard Kerosene Fuel Oil Wells River, Vermont Frigidaire” Philgas” Bottled Gas PHONE 2 52-3 Woodsville Hardware Co. RANGES, PLUMBING, HEATING Electrical Contracting and Refrigeration Kitchenware Stokol Stokers 35 Compliments of Compliments of ONE PRICE CASH STORE E. A. SARGENT Dry Goods, Clothing, Shoes and Furnishings WELLS RIVER FIVE TEN Wells River, Vermont Leo Vigent Tel. 283 GREENWOOD’S Second-Hand Furniture Store s. f. McAllister Jeweler PHONE 316-3 Wells River, Vermont Woodsville, N. H. JOHN THOMAS, D. V. S. Wells River, Vermont Compliments of HERBERT TULLAR SCRUGGS HARDWARE Compliments of TEL. 173-2 Woodsville, N. H. POWERS STORE Wells River, Vermont Compliments of Pudvah’s Service Station EDGAR SPEAR General Insurance H. E. PUDVAH, Prop. Wells River, Vermont WOODSVILLE 7-2 WELLS RIVER 7-4 Compliments of Bassett’s Barber Shop Woodsville, N. H. Compliments of RUTH RANDALL 36 ROLAND PUD VAH Shoe Repairing Gas and Oil Wells River, Vermont E. B. MANN CO. Druggist The Rexall Store” Woodsville, N. H. Compliments of W OODS VILLE FURNITURE CO. TEL. 106-11 Woodsville, N. H. ROWDEN’S DAIRY Milk and Cream TEL. 121-12 Wells River, Vermont Compliments of KELLY BROS. Compliments of HALE’S TAVERN Pike, N. H. Wells River, Vermont ✓ Compliments of THOMAS PHARMACY Wells River, Vermont Compliments of FIRST NATIONAL STORES Wells River, Vermont Manager—Doug Roben Ryegate Paper Co. Manufacturers of HIGH GRADE GROUND WOOD PAPERS Adams Paper Co. Manufacturers of HIGH GRADE TISSUE PAPER CLARK’S GRIST MILL • Poultry and Dairy Feeds Building Supplies Grass Seeds Fertilizers • Wells River, Vermont Compliments of GREEN MOUNTAIN POWER CORP. • Wells River, Vermont Wells River Creamery Wholesalers of MILK — CREAM — BUTTER WELLS RIVER SAVINGS BANK Wells River, Vermont • Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Member • $5000 Maximum Insurance For Each Depositor Deposit in THE NATIONAL BANK OF NEWBURY • Wells River, Vermont W. B. CLARK MEMBER 1. G. A. STORES • H. O. TAYLOR Dry Goods Groceries CHEVROLET CO. Meats • • Cars and Trucks Paint Wall Paper Glass • Sales and Service Socony Vacuum Products D. H. Coal • Heat Regulators TEL. WOODSVILLE 16 Wells River, Vermont • PHONE 46 Wells River, Vermont 40