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

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J2itz EXCCl y THE BIG NINE The room is not very spacious The desks are not very tall But the seniors are all very gracious And are loved by one and all. The first to arrive in the morning And the last to leave at three Is usually Samuel Hutchins He brings with him his f abulous glee. The remainder of the Big Nine” arrive As the bell strikes out so sublime. Though some barely look alive We know they’ll pull through sometime. The month of the Big Nine” departure Is drawing nearer without any rue. But we’re curious to find out the rapture Of WRHS without the class of ’52. ELAINE GUAY --WRHS---- VERMONT Vermont is a wonderful place, With its babbling mountain streams, And all of its ponds to swim in. It’s an answer to one’s dreams. It has many beautiful lakes, With hills and valleys galore. And with its towering church steeples, Who could ask for more? — Twelve —

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attended the Vermont Music Festival in May as members of the All- State Chorus. This was held at Burlington. McLure’s Band also participated in this Music Festival. The Glee Club expressed their thanks to Mrs. Rowe for her time and efforts. JANE ROWDEN, ’52 ----WRHS--- SCHOOL SAFETY PATROL The School Safety Patrol was continued this year with the respon- sibility resting in the Junior High School. Donna Cusano was elected captain and Dave Riggie was appointed Lieutenant. A field day was held this year May 24, at Lyndonville. All the patrolmen cooperated and luckily we suffered no accidents. We hope future patrols will be as successful as we were. DONNA CUSANO, Captain III even

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And travel far and wide, But always will I return To Vermont, my home and pride. KENNETH FISKE, ’52 —WRHS---- THE LESSON OF LOVE The bird in flight had oft before Noted the fields of green; With awed expression on his face Had Nature’s wonders seen. He'd dipped and whirled in dear blue sky, And breathed the dean fresh air, And drunk and bathed in quiet pools Close by the basses lair. Then came the day another bird, (So beautiful was she), Ensnared his heart and took away His love of being free. The heartless wench who stole his heart Gave not hers in return, But went away as she had come, Her mind free of concern. So now he flies with blinded eyes, Beauty no more to see, A heartbroken bird who had to learn How faithless love can be. PHILIP CURRIER. ’52 ---WRHS----- CHEM LAB Sing a song of nitride A beaker full of gas. Four and twenty test tubes — Thirteen —