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

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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 —

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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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this castle, but he shan’t be ill long because, if you don’t marry me, I shall kill him,” sayeth Sir Bavid. Oh! have you not pity on me, I can not let you kill Ivanhoe! I will marry thee, Sir Bavid de Didwell.” Pretending to leave the room, Sir Bavid stands near the door to listen. Lady Rowena weeps and sayeth, I’ll not marry the Norman swine, I can love only Ivanhoe.” Hearing this, Sir Bavid rushes in with a fierce look in his eyes. He says, If thou won’t marry me I shall be forced to kill you so Ivanhoe can never have you.” Thus saying, Sir Bavid de Didwell presses his thumbs into Lady Rowena’s eyes and gouged them out; then he strangles her. After doing this, he turned to the window and flung himself out. DAVID BIDWELL, ’53 --WRHS THAT BEAUTIFUL GIRL As I was coming home one night, I saw her walking up the street toward me. She was charmingly sleek and slender, and she walked with the most graceful air anyone could ever expect to see. She had lovely golden brown hair and beautiful shining eyes. Yes, there she was, the most gorgeous cat I have ever seen. HORACE SYMES, ’51 —WRHS— IT S LIKE WORK When a teacher says to write a story or poem it is one of the hardest things for me to do. Since it is hard to do I always put it off until the last thing. The night before the essay is to be handed in I sit down to write it. I try to think of a subject but my mind is a blank. Finally a sub- ject comes into my mind but it is the same thing I always write about when I have to write, so I decide to think of a new one. A half hour — Tiventy-two —