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

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It was now one-thirty in the morning. At one- thirty a year ago John had brought Ann home from a Christmas dance. His leave was over. He said goodby and asked her to write to him. SILENT NIGHT! HOLY NIGHT! SHEPHERDS QUAKE AT THE SIGHT!” John had been so much fun on his leave. He was never serious, always happy, and he did not say that it was his last leave before going overseas. GLORIES STREAM FROM HEAVEN AFAR, HEAVENLY HOST SING ALLELUIA.” A year had passed. Ann had written to John every day. Six weeks had passed with no word from him. CHRIST, THE SAVIOR, IS BORN, CHRIST, THE SAVIOR, IS BORN.” Ann, who worked as a secretary, began to go to the U.S.O. in town to help entertain the boys. Last night she had met a friend of John’s who had last seen him two months ago. He told Ann that John had gone on a dan- gerous mission. He himself, had been shipped home be- fore he could find out if John had come through. SILENT NIGHT! HOLY NIGHT! SON OF GOD, LOVE’S PURE LIGHT. RADIANT BEAMS FROM THY HOLY FACE.” Earlier in the evening- Ann returned home from a Christmas service to finish wrapping presents. On her way home she met a group of carolers singing Silent Night”. Ann joined in and sang the last verse. Somehow Ann knew then that John would come home safely. WITH THE DAWN OF REDEEMEN GRACE TESUS, LORD, AT THY BIRTH, JESUS LORD AT THY BIRTH”. Ann was softly singing Silent Night” when the door bell rang. She went to the door and there, smiling at her and humming Silent Night,” stood John. —Catherine Mays 7

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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

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 D. D. T. HEAVEN” I was born in a small town in eastern Vermont in the spring of 1945. First I was an egg. This part of my life I don’t remember very well. Then I grew into a bug. This part I remember clearly because I ate so much that I nearly popped. My adult stage came next. It wasn’t long before I started going to night clubs and dances. At one of these I met a tricky little number by the name of Sally. She was a queen bee. I will always remember those glorious nights we spent together during our courtship. Finally we were married and it wasn’t long before we had a cute little house and 500 romping babies. After this I started drinking and gambling. Who wouldn’t? Then came my new profession of piracy. I would swoop down upon a fly or spider like a dive bomber, let go with both stingers open, open up at full throttle, and climb steadily away. One day I did this to one of those characters called men, but this time it was a different story. He whipped out a weapon that I had never seen before and smacked me one that sent me spinning to the ground. Soon afterward I recovered, but my starboard wing, was out of joint and my stinger was smashed to bits. After this I had to go back to peace time flying. One day when I was out looking for grub I smelled that delic- ious food called sugar, which was like a turkey dinner to me. Soon I spotted it, pulled into a steep dive and zoomed over the plate of sugar. I landed and devoured as much as I could hold. I took off and headed for home. About half way home my port engine failed and my left wing froze, dead. Then my starboard engine whizzed, and coughed, and stopped. I knew then that I had been pois- ioned by D.D.T. 8