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

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Though men may be ambitious, As was General Robert Lee They cannot quite accomplish Much as the honey bee. THE PERFECT NIGHT The night was dark. There were stars in the sky but no reveal- ing moonlight. Along the horizon northern lights shone. They were red and green streaks, shining in the sky and giving every- thing a weird, unnatural look. A low moaning sound echoed through the night. It was enough to send shivers up and down your spine but it was only the wind. It was a strange, wild wind; at one moment gently whispering through the trees, and the next whirling fiercely and howling the secrets of the night. In the course of the wind's mad capers the leaves whirled and rose from the ground in a ghost-like dance. On this night the leaves seemed to have life, as if moved by some evil force. The wind in the tall grass was like the wind over the lonely ocean. It seemed to reach into the deep, dark caverns of nowhere. Of course these thoughts may have been created only by the feeling of the supernatural and the unknown with which this night seems to fill our imaginations. With the wind in the trees and the blowing leaves, all other sound seemed smothered. You would not have recognized your own voice if you could have spoken, on a night like that. By that time your imagination was very vivid; you thought you saw creeping figures. Why were they moving stealthily along? What were you getting into! Could it be—oh, no, it couldn’t be! You listened, petrified, in your tracts. The wind, that mad wind you know, carried their voices to you. They said, “This is a perfect night for it, isn’t it? No one will ever see us.” “Yes,” replied the other, “this is a perfect night for—Hallowe’en.” Betty Pudvah ’48 f 17]

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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]

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WHO’S what: Loyal Leon Provencher Best Nat ured Mrs. Corliss. Blanche Cushing Wolf Keith Bidwell Casanova Tink Winchester Book Worm George Hall Pest Lester Welch In Love Nancy Gould Gruesome Minded Johnny Mahnker Butterfly Pat Duguay A Cute Trick Barbara Bailey Brainy Bill Rowden, George Hall Romantic Miss Wood Shy Priscilla Davidson, Reynold Boyce Noisy Freshman and Sophomore Girls Aloof Phil Basch Swell Mrs. Gibson Hard worker Mr. Stone Peppy Winnie MacDonald Musical Charles Frost Artistic Marion Webster Effervescent Ann Demerit t Juvenile Wells River High Males Indescribable Lucille Judd Changeable Margaret Bailey Hard to Get Betty Pudvah Lucille Judd ’48 [ 1« I