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

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can imagine my surprise to find that I was right in the middle of Wells River, my home town. I immediately looked for Cromwell and Veayo's garage and, wonder of wonders, the name had been changed to Hinkelbaum's Service Center. However, I entered and found the attendant prostrate under a car with only his legs visible. He came from under the car and OH, how greasy and dirty he was! Did I say he? Well, Nancy Mays, what were you doing under that car?” Nancy was as much surprised to see me as I her, and after a warm greeting she explained that her name was now Nancy Hinkelbaum, and she quite often helped her husband in the garage while her six children were playing or attending school. While Nancy wiped off the grease and made arrangements for my tire to be fixed, I inquired for the rest of my classmates. Where’s Ruth Simmons?,” I asked. Why, didn’t you hear! exclaimed Nancy. Last year she was working in the Happy Hour Cafe, when in walked a great big Indian Chief looking for his reservation. Anyway, Ruth offered to help him find it and she is now Mrs. Rain-in-the-face.” Just then a taxi cab drove up and honked for gas. OH,” said Nancy, that Priscilla is so impatient.” I looked out the door and there behind the wheel of the Bounce- em-up Cab Company car was Priscilla Davidson. Why,” said Priscilla, I’ve been at it for years and no accidents yet. We had chatted a few minutes, when I noticed Priscilla was carrying a passenger who was sound asleep in the back seat. My that blond hair looked familiar. Could it be? Yes, it was Priscilla Pudvah. I woke her up and we were very glad to see each other. I told her I was surprised to see she was still in town; when we left high school she had planned to be a test pilot. Priscilla said that when jet planes came in it was just too fast for her, so she had accepted a position as dancing instructor at the North Haverhill dance hall. She also received a bonus for calling square dances on Saturday night. Both Priscillas drove off and I decided to walk around town. Pass- ing Bud Smith’s Barber Shop, I noticed a lady sitting at a table. Could that be Marion Chamberlain,” I wondered? — Seventeen —

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14. I, RUTH SIMMONS, will my ability to carry six full cups of coffee, to my sister Rachel — don’t spill ’em, sis. 15. I, EVELYN PROVENCHER, will my filing ability to Barbara Bailey — so you can keep files on all your beaus, Barb. 16. I, PRISCILLA DAVIDSON, will my ability to refrain from improper language while driving, to Herbie Chamberlain — need I tell why, Herbie? 17. I, BARBARA SAWYER, will my ability to remember things to Frances Bailey, — now you’re really in for it, Tootie! 18. I, PRISCILLA PUDVAH, will my alarm clock to Ann De- merritt — so in the future you can get home early Saturday nights, Ann. 19. I, NANCY MAYS, will my knowledge of French to David Egner — hear it comes in handy in typing class Dave! 20. I, PATRICIA DUGUAY, will my typewriter to David Gonyer — now you can tear it apart all you want to, Dave and I won’t get mad. MOREOVER WE WILL: 21. The faculty a large box of Kleenex to dry the tears they shed at our graduation. 22. The senior boys who don’t graduate this year to the girls of WRHS to fight over. 23. Our formula for getting the bell stuck to anyone who likes to see Herbie climb that ladder. 24. Our information on the male sex to the Gallup Polls.” So ends the will of the class of nineteen-fifty. Witnesses there of by Ellen Bailey, Barbara Sawyer, Cilia Pudvah and Pat Duguay. PATRICIA DUGUAY, '50 ----WRHS------ PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1950 While touring Vermont last week, I was riding through a small village when all at once — BOOM — my tire blew. I jumped out of my car and looked around. As I was so occupied with my thoughts, you — Sixteen —

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I entered to see and sure enough there was Marion sitting behind a manicure table. I intended to become a beautician,” said Marion, but only women go to beauty parlors and working here do you realize how many men's hands I can hold a day?” I agreed with her and told her I thought she had made a wise choice. As I left, Marion said Barbara, I want you to notice the hands of the Wells River men. I’ve beautified the town.” I next visited the old school gym. Since a new school and new gym had been built, I wondered what had become of it. Why, I couldn’t believe it! There above the door, in great big red letters was painted, Oh Bachelors Find Ye Rest,” and there on the porch was Pat Duguay shaking a dust mop. Pat,” I shouted. What in the world!” 'Oh, don’t be surprised Barb,” said Pat, every man has so many good qualities that I never could find only one who would please me.” I noticed a large crowd gathered on the corner and Pat and I rushed down to see what was the cause of the excitement. There, in front of Thomas’ Pharmacy on a soap box was Ellen Bailey, new Ver- mont Representative in Congress. I had heard that Ellen held the record for holding the longest filibuster in history and now she was trying to gain support in making South Ryegate the summer capitol of the United States. Well, Ellen always was a go-getter and I wasn’t surprised. After her speech, Ellen, Pat and I stood and chatted of old times, when down the street running at full speed came Evelyn Provencher. I shouted to her and she waved as she passed. Who’s chasing her,” I asked? She’s practicing for the twenty mile marathon,” explained Pat and Ellen. Right now she is 15 minutes ahead of the record.” I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it. Time was running short so I had to bid my old friends adieu and return to the garage. Nancy had put my car in top shape and we also bid a fond farewell. As I drove out of Wells River, I reflected on the high ambitions held by my classmates and what they were occupied with now. However, this Model T gives me so much trouble I can’t keep my mind off it long. If it will only hold together until I reach my pig farm in Northern Quebec, I’ll be happy. EVELYN PROVENCHER, ’50 BARBARA SAWYER, ’50 — Eighteen —