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

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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 —

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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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Ed spoke now as he would to a little child who was teasing for a cowboy suit. Look Tom, I thought your wife and I had convinced you that I could run the wing with the gambling. All you need to worry about is the dressy side. Now go away and don’t bother me. This is tricky work.” As he spoke, Ed rose and stripped off his heavy gloves he had been wearing. He stood facing Tom now with a look of patience on his face. 1 om spoke in quick, cutting words. When I agreed to that, it all looked simple and innocent. Now it has become complex and crooked. I can see why you wanted me to let you run this part but I can’t see why my wife agreed with you. In fact, I don t see why she is always siding with you. There must be something between you two.” Maybe there is. There's no reason why a woman married to a man twice her age shouldn’t look elsewhere for entertainment.” Tom spoke between tight lips as he replied, Tve been wondering if there wasn t something like that going on. Well, it won’t work You haven t got a cent, Ed, and if I wasn’t here to help, the nite club could easily go under. If you think I'll let you run away with Ruth and take my money with you, you’re crazy. Just as further insurance I think I had better change my will. I hardly think Ruth deserves my money.” 1 With these words Tom turned to leave. As he had listened, Ed's face had contorted into a picture of rage out of control. He grabbed a wrench from the floor and sprung after Tom. With an ugly snarl he lifted the wrench and brought it down on his partner's head. He kept smashing it until Tom slumped to the floor, his face now totally void of any shape at all. With a hysterical laugh Ed let the wrench slip from his splattered hand. You’re going to change everything, huh? Well, let’s see you ruin my plans now. I’ll throw you in the river and you’ll be another statistic in the missing persons bureau. Then I can con” Ruth out ot your money and go to South America for the rest of my life.” Ed tottered weakly and reached back to the table for support. He didn’t see that his hand was headed for the bare wire that he had been so carefully attaching to the wheel. A scream parted Ed’s lips in the last mortal sound he ever made. PHILIP CURRIER. PAUL KAISER — Fifteen —