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

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I forget to mention that the wine was only for Sunday dinners, and very strictly forbidden. Well, about four masses and a half a bottle of wine later, Gloria and I had curtains on our heads, and were singing Christmas carols at the top of our lungs. Just then my mother walked in; she didn’t pay much attention at first; then she noticed the bottle. Oh heavens! The spanking and lecture I got; I will never forget it. Next day when I saw Gloria she had a small glass and a box of powder. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Just practicing to be a detective,” she answered. Patricia Duguay ’50 BLUE MONDAY OR SUNNY TUESDAY Blue Monday or sunny Tuesday, it doesn’t make much difference. Life in a small town isn't very complicated, but I find it a pleasant change after two years in or near a busy, hustling city. 1 get to school at eight-thirty after being heckled by the patrols at a certain corner. There are four classes in the morn- ing. Most of the freshmen have three classes and one study hall. Back after lunch there are three more periods to struggle through although we often have a movie the last period. Three o’clock; three cheers; school’s out for the day! Watch, Mr. Thomas, we're on our way to raid your drug store: “Blab, blab, blab. Hey, why don’t we get some service here? Blab, Blab, Blab. Sh, here comes Mr. French (our principal).” “Girls, why don’t you go home where you belong? Besides, that stuff you have is too fattening. You really ought to reduce.” Well, there you are. Mr. French wants us to go home so we stay. Oh, occasionally we do go home. That’s when we are out of spending money or our mothers told us to be home right after school or else! When I finally get home I either study or read. I also like to pretend I can play the piano. 13

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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

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Supper did you say? Half the time it’s a dash to get to choir, movies, basketball games, or some such thing. Listening to the six o’clock news makes a late supper. Once in a great while of course, I stay at home, doing the dishes and going to bed soon afterwards. I think I said earlier that life in a small town wasn’t too complicated. Oh, no! Ask anyone’s mother where her child is, and she will probably give you a funny look and say, “Oh, Mary, I don’t know; she rushed out of here mumbling some- thing about going some where, but the Lord only knows where that is. She always has something she has to do.” But no kidding, I like our small town life. Betty Lewis ’50 LEARNING THE HARD WAY The boys came home from school one night With mischief in their eyes; They thought that they would have a smoke Just like the bigger guys. Out into the barn they stole With a great big husky feeling. But when the boys came out again, They found their heads a-reeling. It wasn’t long before they felt A feeling in the tummy; And really it didn’t feel so good, No- sirree, by-gummy! Of course you know what happened then; You don’t have to do much guessin’, For I think you know as well as I, That those boys had learned a lesson. Alfred Welch ’49