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

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 But mother,” she protested, I’ve hardly begun and besides it’s disgustingly early. Whatever excuse will I make for having my lessons unprepared?” She had any number of questions ready, for all of which her mother had answers. Five minutes later Joanne swept into her bedroom, storming about the shortage of minutes that the hours nrovide. —Ilene Darling ’46 MISSION COMPLETED He took her to Mario’s the first night they were to- gether. When Mario saw Sam with Susan he immediately sensed a blossoming romance. He smiled, turning up the corners of his black mustache, For Sam eet ess spaghetti— for the young lady?”— ah?” Sam nodded, the same.” As Mario went toward the kitchen, Sam’s muscular hands reached across the table and grasped Susan’s soft white ones. I know it’s all very sudden, but when a man has gazed on the fair sex for all twenty-five years of his life he’s sure when he has met the right one.” Will you be my girl?” he said hesitantly. Susan was silent. Don’t say 'no’. Perhaps we can correspond and maybe next time we meet you’ll be convinced.” Susan was mild, I won’t write, but I’ll meet you again at Mario’s.” All through the winter she ate supper at Mario’s. The warm food and soft yellow lights brought warmth to her body but not to her heart. Spring came. It became hot and crowded in the restaurant. There’s no use waiting much longer she thought, for she realized that he had either gone overseas or had forgotten her. One particular night it was raining out, a soft rain, warm and life-giving, as only the fresh spring rains are. As she sat gazing out the restaurant window at the reflec- 10

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Mr. Fuller calls his wife every day. It’s pleasant here in the vice president’s office and the work is easy. The boss is always very friendly. Mr. Fuller doesn’t under- stand all this, but he doesn’t mind. The Vice-Presidency is a good job. —Doris Sawver ’45 AN EVENING WITH HOMEWORK Joanne Brown retired to her studying promptly at 6:00 P. M., having been excused from dishes upon the an- nouncement that she had just heaps of homework”. In the space of fifteen minutes she had assembled her geometry book before her, opened to the next day’s as- signment, and after tiring search had found a clean piece of paper on which to begin. The theorem proved to be exasperating, so it was promptly discarded to be resumed first study period next day. The history lesson proved to be so dry she was forced to repair to the kitchen for a large glass of water. The eight o’clock chimes stirred Joanne from the depths of The Mystery of the Ghost at Midnight.” Flow on earth did I come upon this she wondered, but of course —she had picked up a book in the search of sentences show- ing good grammatical construction for the English assign- ment. Heavens, how time flies,” she exclaimed, and I’ve done practically nothing. Well, before I begin anything else, I may as well make myself comfortable.” Where- upon she wandered back to the kitchen to get some pop- corn. Settled again at her desk, a large bowl of popcorn at her right, Greggs Shorthand on her left, she prepared to do some work in earnest. Except for a half hour in which she just had to hear the Eddie Cantor Show, Joanne spent the remainder of the evening in study (to be exact, hardly more than a fifteen minute period). At 9:30 Joanne was informed that she was to get ready for bed. 9

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tions made by the light on the shiny rain-swept streets, Mario, escorting a soldier, came down between the rows of red-checked tables. Pleeze,” he said to Susan, do you mind eef thees young man seets at your table? Every place ees so much crowded.” I’m glad I could find a table—the place is so packed, said the young man smiling, been hearing a lot about this place in the past months. It’s really swell,” he acknowl- edged. She shrugged her shoulders in unconcern, still gazing out the window. You take these things for granted, but when you’ve just come out of the Pacific such places are luxury,” he said regarding her indifference. This was the chance in a thousand. Her heart raced, Who told you about this place?” she asked excitedly. My buddy” he said, and it seemed like years before he added, want to see his picture?” Sam smiled up at her from the picture. I’m mar- ried,” the soldier was saying, but my pal’s single. He met a girl the week he shoved off, kinda hopes she’s waiting for him.” Susan sighed and turned the picture over. There on the back was Sam’s address. She hastily memorized it and in a moment she was gone. She knew she must write it down before she forgot it. The soldier winked at Mario for he was in on this too. Then he smiled down at Sam’s picture, Mission com- pleted, buddy,” he said. —Dean Rowden ’46 LAST PERIOD STUDY HALL What am I going to write about? That question al- ways comes up when our English teacher, Mrs. Rowe, says, 11