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

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CLASS PROPHECY I;or the first time in twenty-five years I was granted a vacation. It was difficult to get anyone to take my place. But having acquired a substitute I set out for Vermont. The plane left San Francisco at 8:00 A. M. The trip was un- eventful until we reached Texas. While waiting for the plane to be refueled I decided to explore Houston. As I was not watching where I was going I had the misfortune to run into a man. After I helped him up I was surprised to find my old school mate, Herbert Chamberlain. The black curly hair hadn't a bit of grey in it. Herby was married as soon as graduation was over and had moved to Texas. His family now consisted of his wife, ten children and six grandchildren. He owned the largest pig farm in Texas. While we were talking I noticed a tall man coming towards us mumbling to himself. As he approached my pocketbook fell. When he saw' that, he hurried faster and mumbled something about having to change the law of gravity again. Herby said that the man was Reynold Boyce. Reynold had the job of changing school book records. So many new things were happening that a full time man was needed. It was a job that had sent five men hopelessly insane in one year. They didn’t expect Reynold to finish the year. It was too bad since he was so young. But one nice thing was he never married. As it was almost time for the plane to leave I had to bid Herby goodbye. What a pleasant surprise — I had seen two of my classmates. It was smooth flying until we reached Mississippi. There we unexpectedly hit a flying saucer with such force it was impossible to continue before repairs were made. A forced landing was made in a nearby field. Upon alighting from the plane I was surprised to find that the pilot was a woman. But I was more surprised to find that it was Ann De- meritt! While walking to the field owner’s house, Ann explained that unable to find the man she wanted she joined the Air Force so that she would be able to look the men over. They called her the Flying Red- head” (she always did like her own red hair). Last year she had married the owner of the air transport company but as she loved flying so much she didn’t give up her job. — Twenty-five —

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CLASS HISTORY The Class of 1951 first entered this school on September 5, 1939. On that fateful day there were twelve noisy first-graders; Barbara Bailey, Ann Dcmeritt, Herbert Chamberlain, Horace Symes, Rosina Farwell, Alice Barrett, Mary Balch, Thelma Bijolle, Virginia Hitchcock, Beverly Legassey, Roseanna Rushford and Eleanor Wilson, for three years Miss Darling struggled with us and finally passed us on to Mrs. Stanley. When we entered the fourth grade we lost Alice Barrett, Mary Balch, Thelma Bijolle, Virginia Hitchcock, Beverly Legassey, Roseanna Rushford and Eleanor Wilson but we gained Reynold Boyce, Carroll Leonard, Kenneth Lee and Kenneth Paye. While we were being edu- cated by Mrs. Stanley we lost Carroll Leonard and Kenneth Paye. When we finally climbed the stairs to Junior High another boy, Luther Crowe, and one girl, Rachel Simmons, had joined us. When we became eighth-graders we no longer had Luther Crowe and Kenneth Lee but Thomas Verrill and Philip Currier came to take their places. Thomas Verrill left before the end of that year and when the year ended Philip Currier went back to his beloved Plymouth, N. H. At last we were Freshmen. At that time we numbered ten. Two girls came down the river from South Ryegate, Frances Bailey and Winnie MacDonald, and David Gonyer moved to Wells River from Lancaster, N. H. The Sophomores took it upon themselves to make us miserable but having just one boy they were handicapped. There was no change in our mighty class the next year but in the fall of 1949 we found that Rosina Farwell had gone to Cushing Academy in Ashburn- ham, Mass, and Winnie MacDonald had moved to Cabot, Vt. Shortly after the beginning of the year J. David Egner moved to South Ryegate from Delhi, N. Y. and joined our happy fold. When we started this year, Cliff Winchester, a former member of the Class of 1949, had decided to finish school but after six weeks he left. After struggling through school for twelve years with seventeen teachers we are now preparing to graduate? Four of us have been to- gether for all twelve years; Ann Dcmeritt, Barbara Bailey, Herbert Chamberlain, Jr., and Horace Symes, Jr. There are five other highly intelligent members of this exclusive class; Reynold Boyce, Rachel Sim- mons, David Gonyer, Frances Bailey and David Egner. We all hate to leave Wells River High School and we know that we will be missed but we must keep the rest of the world enlightened. HORACE SYMES, JR., ’51 — Twenty-four —

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Upon arriving at the field owner’s house we saw a man sneaking toward us. He looked cautiously around him and then finding no one else watching came toward us. Before we had time to be scared Ann discovered that it was David Egner. David lived there with his wife, kids, cats, goats, dogs, cows, and other stray animals who happened to want a home. I he reason he was sneaking home was his wife had just gotten mad and had thrown the dishes at him. Later discussion revealed that it was one of these dishes that had hit the plane. David offered to pay for the damages but Ann decided that, since he was going to give one of his goats, she would rather pay for it herself. David let us borrow his car to take to the airport. While Ann and I were walking to the office, we noticed someone waving to us. Ann was a little impatient to get the plane repaired as soon as possible but she stopped a minute to see who was waving. It proved to be Rachel Simmons. Rachel was the wife of the biggest game hunter in America. He was now in Africa so Rachel was having a good time being grass widow. We were unable to talk as long as we would have liked to but as much was said in those five minutes as could have been said in a day. Without any more misfortunes we arrived in Washington, D. C, only one hour behind schedule. I had two hours before the plane left for Vermont. Since I never had been to Washington, I decided to look around. After walking by the capitol building I noticed that most of the people were headed in one direction. Curiously I followed and arrived at the Agriculture Building. There a speech was being given by a Mrs. Henry Cooperhawer on How to Raise a Calf Successfully.” Won- dering what calf raising could mean to a person living in a city I went in. There on the platform, giving all her vitality to the speech, stood Barbara Bailey. She had lost her nice figure and was now a large woman. After the speech was over I went to see Barb. She explained that as the wife of a poor farmer and mother of six children it was neces- sary for her to give speeches to pay the expenses the kids brought about. While waiting for the last plane I noticed a tall man staring at me. I began to wonder what was out of place. Then he came over and spoke to me. It was none other than David Gonyer. He had just — Twenty-six —