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

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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 —

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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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Bust with one big smash. When the smoke has settled We're all lying in a heap What an awful mess To have in Chem Lab once a week. JANE ROWDEN, ’52 ----WRHS--- BASKETBALL SEASON The basketball season has finally come, The boys must abolish all cigarettes and rum. Early to bed and early to rise. With lots of good food and much exercise. Of course every subject they take must be passed To stay on the squad and be players at last. Basketball is good but studies, a must So go to it boys. Be all stars, or bust. DELI BAILEY, '53 -----WRHS---- POETIC JUSTICE I’m telling you Ed, it isn't right. This is a respectable nite club. We don’t want any crooked gambling here.’’ Ed continued working on the table as he replied, Don’t be foolish. Why, lots of clubs in the town have wired roulette wheels. It’s nothing new. The suckers seem to expect it. They usually lose anyway and this way we just take a little more and insure ourselves against any loss.” ' I don’t care. Until I took you into partnership with me, this was always a nice clean nite club where a man could relax with his family. Somehow I let you talk me into putting in a side room witn all these slot machines, dice games, and roulette wheels. That was bad enough but now you want to make the tables crooked. That’s going too far.” — Fourteen —