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

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JUST AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT Just at the stroke of midnight, when all good boys are in bed, is a wonderful time to sneak out of the house and go for a nice, quiet, restful walk in the woods. I en- joy the aroma of the pine scented air, or, better yet, that of the fragrant balsam, and now and then the exhilerating odor of the skunk spruce. Yes, all this and more too, if one is capable of enjoying them—at night, and at the stroke of twelve. But perhaps the wind gliding through the tops of these nature-made towers doesn’t interest you. Maybe you’re just an ordinary person, and that bush ahead does- n’t interest you either. It’s what may be behind it that attracts your attention to it. Hear that twig crack? That’s probably just a shy, friendly, harmless little wild- cat. He won’t hurt you—much. He’s just a little thirsty for your blood and after all you have plenty of that. So don’t be alarmed if he suddenly pounces on you and sinks his long, sharp, cruel-looking teeth into your meaty neck. That wouldn’t hurt—for long. It would all be over just like that! Maybe a little messy but no matter! You might live long enough to feel a warm, sandpaper-like tongue lap the blood off your face! 5

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country would want to kill and destroy with war? There would be no reason if everyone were contented. And a leader like Hitler would never have a chance. The peace isn’t won, but if every person—each in- dividual—realized how much he could contribute, that he is one important part of a huge number and that by living a happy, wholesome life, sharing with others, think- ing of others, we could have enduring peace, this world would be a far better place to live in. Confucius once said, When the heart is set right, then the personal life is cultivated; when the personal life is cultivated, then the family life is regulated; when the family life is regulated, then the national life is orderly; and when the national life is orderly, then there is peace in the world.” The world is the people who live in it, and each of us is one of those people. How about it—will we have lasting peace this time? It’s up to us. —Dorene Pudvah Mr. King (in history class)—Do you know how the Grand Canyon got there? Dean Rowden—How? Mr. King—A Scotchman lost a dime down a wood- chuck hole. Mr. King—If someone asked you if you were provin- cial, you wouldn’t know if they meant very brilliant or very dull. Leon Winchester—I’d take it for granted they meant very brilliant. Mrs. Rowe—Is that a chemistry experiment I smell down stairs, or are we having fried potatoes for dinner? 4

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Or perhaps that bush never turns out to be a wildcat after all. In fact it looks like your neighbor’s cat and you suddenly feel so relieved that you go to pick it up. But it turns out to be a cute little skunk which had for- gotten to use his deodorant cream last night and has so much B.O. that you forget the deep, painful bite he in- flicts on you as you innocently apply your affections. But maybe, and more likely, there never has been anything behind that bush after all. Those eyes you see are just moonbeams reflected from a shiny rock. It’s silly to be scared like that anyway. Especially with that shotgun in your hand. —Robert Garvin SILENT NIGHT! HOLY NIGHT! SILENT NIGHT! HOLY NIGHT! ALL IS CALM, ALL IS BRIGHT!” Ann was sitting in her room listening to this lovely Christmas carol. She and John first met when they were singing this song together, one cold, crisp, wintry night when a group of boys and girls were caroling. About half way through Silent Night” a young man with an excellent tenor voice joined them. He wore an Army uniform and later Ann found out he was Lieut. John King, visiting a friend in town for the holiday. ROUND YON VIRGIN MOTHER AND CHILD! HOLY INFANT SO TENDER AND MILD.” The next day Ann was downstreet doing last minute Chrismas shopping. As she came through the door of Brown’s Department store, a package slid from her arms and fell to the ground. Ann stooped to pick it up just as a fellow shopper reached for it—John! John took some of Ann’s packages and walked home with her. SLEEP IN HEAVENLY PEACE! SLEEP IN HEAVENLY PEACE!” 6