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

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There is one girl who likes to talk. Yes, you have guessed her, that is Brock. After Brock, there follows Lunnie To all the girls he is their honey. Then there’s that long-legged Charlie Come Many races he has won. John and Bobby love Mclndoes, If they can’t see their girls they’ll have the blues. There’s a big talker, whose name is Dyke. He’ll tell you how he caught that ten-foot pike. A pleasant member is Ida Mae. You’ll see her with the Hudson’s everyday. A hot-tempered lad — that is Dick, When he gets mad, he likes to kick. Another female member is Pat, Like all the girls, she’s scared of a rat. Eleanor Simmons comes last but not least. She’ll probably marry a man from the East. Now that this little story is done, You’ll see that the freshmen have lots of fun. DICK SHERWIN, ’54 -----WRHS------- FISHING Johnny Jones was a fisherman Though not large in size. On May 1st with his friend He was out by sunrise. They love to go to the singing brook With its wild and rushing flow. Into the current goes the hook With one tremendous blow. A little while later — Tw el ve —

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GRADUATION A cap, a gown A book thrown down Graduation is upon me. A speech to learn, All chores I spurn, What slaves we seniors be! There’s too much work, But who can shirk Until the last assembly? The night of June 8, We celebrate, A vision we can see. A future bright, Full of joy and light, All to eternity. ANN DEMERITT, ’51 ---WRHS----- THE FRESHMEN The Freshman class is composed of ten — Four fine women and six strong men. — Eleven —

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Johnny yells out, Oh, Benny, come quick, I’ve caught a brook trout!” All morning they wait the big surprise To see who will get a whopper When all of a sudden Benny cries out, I’m going to take a Hopper.” They both get a beauty In spite of the splash. And think their girls snooty Because they don’t laugh. MARY EGNER, ’53 —WRHS---- MY PRIVATE LIFE I was born about two years ago now. Gee, how time flies, but I can remember practically every day of it. While still quite young (I can't remember just how old) I left my mother and moved to the place where I now live. Here I seemed to get along fine with everyone except the dog. Since I was no lover of dogs this one was no exception. Had I been able to get close enough to him I would have given him a good kick. After I had been cooped up all winter, how good it seemed to get out in the spring. After three or four months of spring and summer as the grass looked greener on the other side of the fence” I got into trouble. One time in particular, I remember getting lost and I was afraid I d never find my home again. I was soon retrieved by my mas- ter. The first winter I was here my master brought into my bedroom a rather small dark brown box. In a minute from the box was coming a noise like that my master makes; then there were noises like those of the birds with more to it. To this day I don’t know what that box was but I became quite attached to the bird sounds it made. Today, I was loaded in a big box-like thing and now I am moving along jostling from side to side. I wonder what’s going to happen to — Thirteen —