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

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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 —

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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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His host of maidens, fair and gay Were garbed in various hues. Captain, Boatswain, mates, and all Relayed the happy news. His Lordship was a mighty man Bedecked with medals galore. Of course his audience dapped and cheered. Who could have asked for more? Fair Josephine and Sailor Ralph And the Cap'n, they added so much. And even poor Dick Deadeye came A Hobblin’’ on his crutch. Little Buttercup, so round, so rosy, Told us quite some story. And as each plot, it did unfold, It added to the glory. Amidst the shouting and applause The curtain did descend. The sailors cheered, the ladies waved, To bring a happy end ! ANN DEMERITT, ’51 ----WRHS----- THE LOVER Sir Bavid de Didwell of the Knight Templers is in love with the fair damsel, Lady Rowena. Lady Rowena loveth Wilfred of Ivanhoe, who is a Saxon cur. Sir Bavid de Didwell having slipped into the Lady Rowena’s room, tryeth to woo her. Alas, fair Rowena, we are alone!” sayeth Sir Bavid. Why wilt thou not marry me; am I not of noble blood and can I not give you wealth?” I would never marry you Sir Bavid de Didwell, thou are not fit for swine,” sayeth Lady Rowena. You are in love with the Saxon cur Invanhoe who is lying ill in — Twenty-one —