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

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HIGH SCHOOL SONG Here’s to Wells River, best old High School That you will find in all Vermont. Here’s where there’s fun and lots of good times, Yet all the learning one could want. Here is the school that shows the way, To make the most of every day Doing our best at work or play, Making the right hold sway. Faithful and steady, ever ready, We pledge ourselves to always be True to the maroon and white that binds us, Wells River we sing to thee. ----WRHS------ ALGEBRA II No matter how I strive and work Algebra II I may never shirk. I try my best but all in vain For half my work I can’t explain. I start the class with spirits bright But when I get done, boy, I’m a fright! A sign ! A formula! More times than one I have thought, Will I everget this done?” A book with pages upside down! It all makes my head go round. To solve quadratic formulas, there are four ways. They mean as much to me as football plays. Mr. McPhetres says, We’ll have a short quiz.” That’s when I begin to think, Gee whizz! What will happen if I flunk this course. My father will probably insist on selling my horse. I try to think and wrack my brain But then again it’s all in vain. Sometimes I sit and wonder when My Algebra trial will ever end. — Twelve — —LEE FARWELL, '55

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The meat problem is going to be tough; the meat probably will be, too. Anybody can cook a hot dog or a hamburger but we must eat something better than that. Steak is too hard to cook when you broil it and it doesn’t taste as good fried. So let us buy a half a broiler (chicken) and fix that up. I don’t know how to cook a broiler so you will have to look it up in a cookbook. Now that we have prepared and enjoyed our delightful meal, the disaster strikes. The dishes have to be done. Now that we have reached the high point in our experiment I must leave you to clean up as best as you can. Please don’t throw that dish at me. After all, didn’t I warn you to eat in a restaurant? —DAVID BIDWELL '53 —WRHS— OUR ABC’S A is for our arrival four years ago. B is the rank for which we struggled so. C is for Mr. Cornthwaite the principal so stern. D is the mark in history we earned. E is for evil things which we did. F is for the failures we never rid. G is graduation for which we have strived. H is the humor in school we’ve revived. 1 is the interest we sometimes lacked. J is the jokes Mrs. Gibson never cracked. K is the knowledge we tried to gain. L is for lessons which drove us insane. M is the many tests we never passed. N is the noise that we did amass. O is the orchestra Mrs. Spear had. P is the Senior Play which wasn’t bad. Q is the quiz we couldn’t abide. R is the report card we tried to hide. S is for study — we didn’t do much. T is for times we got in dutch. U is for us — the whole class of’53. V is vacation — when we were free. W is our winless boys’ team. X is the extra” in them we esteem. Y is you, WRHS, which we served. Z is for zeal — we hope will be preserved. —CONNIE MAYHEW — Eleven —

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THE EXPEDITION Finally, the big day had arrived. The time for our expedition into the darkest plains and deepest jungles of Africa was now upon us. Having gathered together all the necessary equipment and having hired experienced guides, we set out into the depths of Africa. The noonday sun beat unmercifully upon us as we ventured to- ward our destination. Still, we had not seen any wild beasts. We were greatly disappointed as we had been promised that we would meet hordes of wild animals. We struggled through the heavy underbrush, mopping our per- spiring brows. It was doubtful if we would ever get through the jungle alive. Bright colored birds sang in the treetops as monkeys screeched above us. Little animals scurried in front of us. Thousands of years had seemed to pass since we had been in civilization. It seemed we were doomed to failure. We did not dare return home without bagging several beasts. We had been ordered to bring back alive at least four species of wild animals found in Africa. Helplessly, we were stranded in the jungle as nightfall came. All of us were terrified as we had never slept in the jungle before. Our guides cleared a space for our sleeping bags as we prepared sup- per for ourselves. They disappeared in the jungle in hopes of shooting some little animals for themselves. As the shadows fell, the jungle seemed to become alive. Eyes peered out at us from behind every tree. What an opportunity? But what could we do? That was the question. After a time, our guides returned. They had been very successful. They informed us that they had set traps all around us. If the results were favorable, there would be some beasts there the next morning. We were awakened the next morning by some hideous noise com- ing from the vicinity around us. Our guides, trembling with excite- ment, led us to the sound. There, in a pit, was a huge lion, growling ferociously. Our guides, with no assistance, fixed the lion so it would be safe to carry him through the jungle. We succeeded in collecting several animals from surrounding pits: thus, we had a fine collection for our boss. We now started back to civilization. We bagged several animals on our journey through the plains. We obtained a variety of small animals by surprising them as we unexpectedly came through the tall grass. Finally, we reached home with our catch. It doesn’t matter that we were just on a camping trip on the hill on our farm. Does it make any difference if you know our little —- Thirteen —