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

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GEOMETRY I think that I shall never see A test like those in Geometry. They make you squirm and scratch your head They make you wish that you were dead. He fires the questions right and left You're positive you'll flunk this test! He makes you feel so very low By asking questions you don't know. You give some dirty looks that say — You've given us plenty, anyway. He gives the dirty look right back And you start digging for the facts. AngleA, Angle B, Angle C, Angle D. What’s all that nonsense mean to me? Very little, and I bet you can guess I'll be one who’ll flunk this test!!! PRISCILLA PUDVAH, '50 ----WRHS-------- A FRIEND There was a young girl from Calcutta, Her hair was the color of butter, Her locks, so they say, They felt like hay, And with them she never did putter. — Nineteen

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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 —

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Her eyes seemed as hard as two nails, Her legs were as skinny as rails, To work, I vow, She didn't know how, For she couldn’t even lift two pails. She never was seen in a dress, She was nothing you want to caress. She lived on a farm, Or else in a barn, The neighbors agreed she was a mess! She always drove an old Ford, You could tell it was she for it roared. It was held together, By strips of leather. And only she could get aboard. She never attended church, For dates she was left in the lurch, For who wants a kiss, From a slovenly miss, You’d rather have one from a perch! BARBARA BAILEY, ---WRHS— “H. M. S. PINAFORE” A host of white garbed sailors, And many a colored gown, A ship of authentic beauty, Yes, Pinafore” was in town. Lusty shouts of, Give three cheers” And O’er the bright blue sea.” For lo, in sight, appeared our lord, Sir Joseph, K. C. B. — Twenty —