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

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George Martin — Chuck Mayo ................... Birdie's latest devotion Blanche Cushing — Caroline ..............................Tom s Aunt Nancy Gould — Sylvia Webster ...................... Tom’s great dislike Marion Webster — Peaches Carter.......................... Oke’s fiancee Patricia Stearns — Asma ..................................... the maid Ann Demeritt — Birdie Laverne........................ a movie enthusiast Betty Guay — Barbara Sanford ................................ fascinating When the play opens, it is graduation time for Tom and Oke, who live by themselves in an apartment. Tom has a reputation for being a woman-hater but Oke just loves the girls! Babs Sanford, thinking that Tom is a confirmed hater of women, decides to do something about it. So she changes places with the girl who cleans the boys’ room. She thinks this will really be a swell chance to get acquainted. But their romance is just blooming when Tom’s father comes with the girl he has picked out for Tom. Then Peaches tells the boys that the maid is really the wealthy Babs Sanford and not Birdie Laverne — the girl she has changed places with. This puts a different light on the subject, for she wasn’t just a little nobody as Tom’s father had put it. The play ends happily for everyone. PRISCILLA PUDVAH, ’50 ----WRHS------- STUDENT COUNCIL This year we have continued the Student Council which was insti- tuted by Mr. French in 1946. With the help of Mr. Cornthwaite, we have attempted to make the Student Council an important part of the activity at Wells River High. A good council should coordinate the students; it should teach them to work together; it should instill in the students the ideals of democracy which go to make our country strong. So far our council has not reached these goals but it has made extensive progress. We earnestly hope that soon the Student Council shall be an institution that Wells River High shall be very proud of. GEORGE HALL, ’49 — Ten — -

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FRESHMAN INITIATION Freshman initiation took place in September. The neophytes ar- rived at school on the fateful day, clad in an awe-inspiring array of gar- ments. The boys wore shorts and girls’ blouses, high rubber boots, paint- ers’ caps and bransacks. The girls sported late-designed red-flannel un- derwear, had their hair in rags, and wore men’s shoes and bransacks. All freshmen had to bow to sophomores, open doors for them and carry their books to classes. The freshmen were introduced at frequent intervals during the day to the allure and charm of lipstick by the sophomores. At noon, the initiated were paraded to the post office by the initiators, so the public would be able to view the future pride of Wells River High. At night, a more formal procedure was followed at the hall, when the finishings touches were administered and the freshmen became offi- cial members of the school. On the whole, freshman initiation was enjoyed by everyone ex- cept sophomore Hod Symes, who, in the process of applying lipstick to the freshmen, was twice overpowered by two freshmen girls, and given a dose of his own medicine. JOHNIE MAHNKER, ’49 ----WRHS------ “GIRL-SHY’’ Girl-Shy” was presented by the Wells River High School Seniors at the Village Hall on Friday evening, November 19, 1948. The cast was made up of twelve students: Phil Basch — Tom Arsdale ............................... woman-hater Keith Bidwell — Oke Stimson ....................... just the opposite Charles Frost — Anthony Arsdale ....................... Tom’s father Kendall Fisk — Dean Marlow ..................... dean of the college and Caroline’s flame George Hall — Alfred Tennyson Murgatoyd ...........what non-lovers of great poetry might call a bore in the extreme sense — Nine —

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OoOV flTcR, A OIJR MODEL T The town was dull, So the fellows and me, Saved our pennies and bought a Model T. The fenders were dented, And the lights were smashed, The pistons were worn so they looked like hash. A little fixing was all she needed. We fixed her up so she looked like a car, And made her run like a shooting star. We went for a ride one day. I put the throttle clear to the floor, But we struck a bump and off flew a door. The roof fell in. The floor fell out. We went sailing round about. The darn thing stopped on the railroad track. We couldn’t get it started to save our neck, And when the train got through, the car was a wreck. STANLEY BOYCE, ’52 — Eleven —