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

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CHECKING ON MV IIOWGOZIT By Fkancis Bailey 51 I am going to the little town of Happiness. The families that live there are Faith, Hope, Kindness, Helpfulness, Sincerity, Consideration, and Thoughtfulness. My ship that I am going in, christened Tootie, has perfect wings, wheels, engine, and body. In fact it is all perfect except for one thing and that is the pipe that carries the fuel from the tank to the engine. Once in a while the pipe will clog up so the fuel can’t run out so fast. As she is fairly new I think it will eventually wear off. But when she does have those spells, I put her in the hangar where she has a rest while the mechanics fix her up. After that she is as good as new (until another spell comes on). Consideration of other people is the name of the gas I use to run my airplane. It is the best gas there is. Too many pilots don’t use it. Some say it is too hard to find, but if you’ll look hard you will discover it is easy to find. I found it by looking hard for it, but I still don't have enough of it so I keep looking for it everywhere I go. I first started by looking in the place of Great People you know. I am looking in another place now. Unselfishness. I hope to find some there, too. There are at least seven things that will keep me on the right course to Happiness. They are my closest friends—the instrument panels. They help me out of the worst storms. Sometimes I call the panels my family. I have one stop on the way to Happiness. It is the city of Experience. I pick up three passengers, Education, Training, and Experience, the person this city was named after. I also pick up my new copilot. God. I am proud to have Him as my copilot, as He is the best there is. I am so proud to have these people as my passengers that I will give them the best seats, up front. 1 hope they can help me. Experience is known as the best teacher; while he won't have time to teach me. he can tell me many things that will help me get along with him. Education and Training both can also help me very much. Education can help me by | 15]

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ticket. But must I join all those people and stand there while they stare at me and whisper among themselves? Oh well, what do 1 care? I am going away, anyway. The man at the window wants to know where 1 am going. I hadn’t thought of that. Wildly now I name a familiar town in the southern direction. I grope blindly for my money and for- tunately have enough. It is now time for me to get on the train. How strangely everyone stares at me! They are rather queer looking themselves so they needn’t be so rude. I wonder if they will talk to me? There is a gentleman sitting alone. I shall join him. Well, we had a nice talk although he did look a bit nervous at times. The train is stopping now and it is time for me to get off. But, is this the town 1 used to visit as a boy? It looks like a very large city now. Where are all the familiar sights and all the friendly people? I see nothing but hurrying crowds. Cars, buses, trains and everywhere, people. They are not at all friendly, staring and laughing at me! Oh dear! someone just gave me a very hard bump. I must get out of here! Everyone seems to be using cars which are for hire. They are called “taxis.” I will get in one of those and ask the man to take me out of the city. Here comes an empty one. What on earth is the matter with this man? 1 didn’t tell him I was in a hurry. We are practically flying through the air! The tires are squealing. Oh! We just missed that bus. Oh dear! I'm hanging on for dear life! Why doesn’t he stop? Oh! that tree! Good heavens, I can’t stand it! How does this door open? Ah! There it is. I shall get out now. Here I am almost out the door; all I have to do is step out. (The taxi driver is relating the accident to the police.) “The first thing I knew. Sir. the old duffer just opened the door, and before I could stop him he had fallen right in front of that trolley. He was dead before we could get to him.” Lucille Judd '48 [14]

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getting me acquainted with Pleasure from reading books and many other people like him. Training can help by showing me how to be kind toward people. Author’s Note: A “Howgozit” is a chart used by pilots to tell how many miles long the trip is; how many passengers there are; wind variations, etc. In this manner they can tell at any time how much gas they need for the remainder of the trip. Of all the airplanes that have used this “Howgozit,” not one of them has had a crack-up because of not enough gas. THE HONEY BEE Hi Charles Frost ’49 The bee set out for flowerland To gather up some honey. For his master was in misery. And badly needed money. The day was hot and sultry, Though the breeze was really cool. And the bee was wishing madly For some water in a pool. As the day went slowly onward, And the sun was going down. The bee became quite tired. But never would he frown. The bee will keep on working Through the longest summer day. He does not give up easily. Or play along the way. The bee was sitting down to rest, To think his troubles over. For he had done his daily share In getting honey from the clover. [16]