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

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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 —

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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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has passed and still no subject and I am getting wearier and wearier. Later, still without a subject, I am almost asleep in the chair so I go to bed. The next morning I get started again, but I have only forty min- utes before English class and the dead line. It's strange but right away I have a subject and am writing. I finish the last line as the teacher rings the bell. I pass it in hoping for the best!! REYNOLD BOYCE, '51 ----WRHS------ CHEMISTRY LAB Fourth period and once again we anticipate with joy our chemistry lab. Off we go through the halls, down the stairs in a great hurry, but, alas, not to get to lab. We first, must stop for a sandwich in the hot lunch department and of course we all need a drink of water. Eventually, we saunter through the door of Chem. lab. Ugh!! Yes, it’s the same old lab. We’re greeted by the blast of all the horrible smells that go with the weird concoctions found in such a place. Oh, Oh! . Now the trouble begins. Mr. Stone walks in. The class begins to prepare for an experiment. Pudvah weighs a test tube and oops — there it goes — crash — !!! Ann’s sense of humor seems greatly tickled but Mr. Stone seems very bothered by the whole affair. Ann can no longer work with Cilia. Above all the odors, one seems to dominate. Ellen has an idea who it is but she is wrong, as it is one of Barb’s mixtures. It is now filling the lab and we must get some air. Open the windows, David, Oh, it’s breezy and the girls must have their jackets. After the climb to get them we need another sandwich. This one seems to have a peculiar taste of sulphur or such. Once more it’s back to the lab only to hear Mr. Stone say, What took you so long? Silly question! Well, we had to go way up stairs.” The warning bell, and one period is over. Only forty minutes more. Why must he be continually talking to us? Spoils all the fun. He now has the bright idea of balancing equations used. After ten — Twenty-three —