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

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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

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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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As a result of the banquet, classes were started today in rather interesting manners; one, “I wish you people would listen to your assignment before you go to sleep,” and another, I wish you people in study hall would get your running around done and settle down to sleep.” George Hall ’49 DREAMS Dreams are funny things, you know; Softly they come and quickly they go. Dreams are also a part of life, Life filled with happiness, joy and strife. Dreams may be golden or blue, you know, But all dreams come and all dreams go. The dreams of youth are wild and sweet, Of the victories they’ll win—the taste of defeat. And dreams also visit the old who say, “Things were different back in our day.” Dreams there are and Dreams there will be, Dreams which lift us and set us free. Lucille Judd ’48 TIME WAS My mother had gone downstreet, leaving my cousin Gloria, who was six, and me to amuse ourselves. “Gloria, what do you want to be when you get to be older?” “Oh, I don’t know, a detective most likely.” “I guess that would be fun, but we’ve been reading about priests at school and I guess I will be one.” “Really? I want to be one too.” Gloria, you see, was an awful “copy cat.” “Look! Why not start now? I have a prayer book and mother has some wine.” 12