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

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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 —

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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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minutes of hard work, finally Reynold has found the answers. Mr. Stone wants to separate us. We know the room is too small for that. After a few more equations and another experiment in which Frankie breaks the alcohol burner to mix that odor with the others, the bell rings and class is dismissed. Again, we must climb the stairs. This time it isn't so bad because it's home for dinner. Who feels like eating after lab??? So ends the morn of two lab periods. BARBARA SAWYER, '50 WRHS— OUR LUCY -------Rttekusvjlk Goodhope City July 15, 1949 Deer Maw I hain’t lied time to rite you afore this time cause i jist heint hed time. The city shore is defrent from the farm, We hed so much heet that ive bin afeered of a good crakin thunder shower but they seem to stay deer of here. Why do they all weare shoes here? Up thar thay dont in sumer. I hevent bin wearing mine. You should heer the song thay sing they dont sing enny other song its put your shoes on Lucy dont you know youre in the city. I guess they haint got any- thin else to sing. I guess ill start nother pargraf cause the school marm up thar said we should pargraf our letters. Hows Paw and Sue i spose the rist of youre ok. Hes Jilly hed her calf yit? The kids here dont beleeve that im 17, they say i 11. Magjine! Yuh know when i came here to work this sumer the folks here thought that i was terrible cause i couldnt tak thet city talk. And now they wunt let me be round whin they hive company. Majine. If you notice the heading i started to rite the home town adres in stead of this city. You know then new pupies thet Skip hed well i told the Glanderfuilts it took me a week to learn to spell thet name well them pupies i was speaking about i told them and they didn t want any couse they dint have any good blood in em — Twenty-four —