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

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The boys again protested, The crowd was going wild. Bidwell looked at the ref But Goodie only smiled. Before I end this poem The refs I must describe. Mr. Goodie was a “bobby-soeker,” Mrs. Gibson led a tribe. Mr. Goodie looked so sweet In his skirt and sweater. Mrs. Gibson’s explorer’s outfit Didn’t look much better: Now throughout the game we shot and fouled And fought with all our might; And although the boys were victors, We had a good time Friday night! Patricia Stearns ’49 MUSIC Without music the world would not be much. Music is a background to thoughts. It swirls through your mind, sweet and soft, soothing and peaceful, then harsh and loud. It brings back memories: things which you never meant to forget but would have, if the tune hadn’t recalled them to your memory. Everyone associates tunes with memories of past events— it’s pretty hard not to; and once you do, that song never dies. Musical enjoyment and appreciation are important for everyone for they are the language of all nations and races. June Sheehan '48 10

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ILOfr IlT(R, ACRoJ WE HAI) FUN FRIDAY NIGHT Mr. Goodie blew the whistle, Mrs. Gibson jumped three feet. We girls pulled up our trousers. And our opponents we did meet. The ball came to the center, And it was passed around. Mr. Goodie called a foul And I stepped up to the mound. Kendall then protested, The crowd began to smile. I grabbed the ball and took a shot And missed it by a mile! The boys led us at the half. But Bidwell’s skirt w'as short. The refs then gave us ten points Which made the boys just snort. We came back at the half And we were out to win! Bidwell looked at “Jeanie” And she kicked him in the shin!

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WILL I PASS? One evening while I was browsing O’er the pages of my Latin, There came the rustling of a curtain Like a wall of silk and satin. I had wished, not long before, Caesar might appear before me And explain his writings to me; Might save me from his written sea. The sound increased. Great Caesar’s Ghost! All was silent and there he stood. W as I now chosen for his host? Stiffly sat I like one of wood. Great Caesar speaks, “You shall not pass!” W as Caesar speaking now to me Or to an unseen enemy? I awoke, my book before me, -----------nothing more--------------. George Hall ’49 A BASKETBALL BANQUET On Wednesday night, April 9, 1947, the Chamber of Com- merce gave a banquet for the Wells River boys’ and girls’ basketball teams celebrating the close of the season. Although having contributed very little to the team, I was given a ticket; thus I enjoyed the banquet. The girls seemed to be out of favor with both the waitresses and the speaker. But they had the consolation of watching the boys eat while they waited with empty plates. I saw my Latin teacher seated at another table and thought of the Roman banquets where they reclined on couches at the table. This seemed rather sensible but the couches were uncomfortable then. Most things we do today are traditional; if they weren’t this world would be more sensible but not half as much fun to live in. 11