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

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LIZ WASN’T WORTH IT How long I had waited for a chance to buy a car. The day final- ly came. I had enough money to make the down payment and I could easily keep the others up with my weekly pay checks. First, I had to decide what make of car I wanted. How did a person know what kind to buy if he never had had one before? I had no idea so I priced all the cars- in every garage in town. By the price elimination method I chose the Ford.” The manager said I could have the one I liked best for a twenty-four hour trial. My final decision was a light blue Ford” with white side wall tires. I signed the papers, made the down payment and took her for a spin to show her off. For the first month she worked like a charm. The girls had de- cided to call her Liz.” We took Liz everywhere. Every Sunday Liz got a bath whether she needed it or not and sometimes we gave her a wax job, providing the weather was warm enough. One week we took Liz to Canada on a camping trip. This is the time she started acting up. She insisted on stalling every time we hit a red light going through Montreal and, after demonstrating her ail- ments to a French garageman and paying five dollars for her repairs, we continued our journey. After keeping a close watch with the map and road signs we turned onto a very rough back road. As we pitched down over a hill we flew into the air. We had hit a large boulder on the side of the road. Landing, we found the muffler had a hole and one spring was gone. Temporary repairs were made; that is, enough so we could make it home. — Twelve —

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SCHOOL ORCHESTRA The school orchestra, under the direction of Mrs. Spear, made the first public appearance of its second year at the Hilldale League Prize Speaking and Spelling Contests on November 6. Most of the mem- bers journeyed to St. Johnsbury to hear the U. S. Marine Band on October 12. Many other appearances were made at high school affairs during the year. This year’s members are: Mrs. Spear, violin; Betty Cushing, flute; Ann Sherwin and Ida Wilson, clarinets; Dick Sherwin, saxophone; and Harriett Pudvah and Donna Cusano, pianists. These members par- ticipated in the League Orchestra on April 30. —Dick Sherwin ’54 --WRHS---- SCHOOL SAFETY PATROL The School Safety Patrol was continued this year under the spon- sorship of the State Highway Patrol. Members belonging to the school patrol were chosen from the Junior High. Captains for the year were Beth Evans and Daniel Hourihan; lieutenants for the year were Frederick Kaiser and James Come. Mrs. Spear was the director. The State of Vermont considers the School Safety Patrol such an im- portant part of school life that each year a field day is held for mem- bers. Members from Wells River attended again this year. ------WRHS--------- ONE-ACT PLAYS On Wednesday, March 17, the classes of W. R. H. S. and the Junior High presented four one-act plays. They were The Silver Arrow” presented by the junior high, ' The Uninvited Ghost” by the freshmen, The Ghost Wore White” by the sophomores, and Stoney’s Brides” by the combined junior and senior classes. The directors were as follow: Mrs. Wilson, Mrs. Gibson, Mr. McPhetres, and Mrs. Spear. The junior-senior play was the winner and it went to the League Play Festival at Mclndoes Academy. — Eleven —

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It was soon time for payments again. Then more repairs, gas and oil for its daily runs, a battery charge once in a while and I found that most of the time I couldn’t afford to take it so Liz sat in the garage while I walked. Winter came and I needed winter tires and chains. The in- surance had increased and it was time to renew my license and regis- tration. I’ve sold Liz and bought two pair of shoes. They will last longer than any car. —Geraldean Brock ’54 ----WRHS--- A GLANCE INTO THE FUTURE It was the year 2054. The weather was pretty good considering I was on the planet called Earth. Many years ago I used to live there in the state of Vermont. Being a very curious person I began to hunt down my home town. I was cruising along at 180 miles per hour in my new speedster when I came upon a huge neon sign which read in flashing red let- ters, YOU ARE ENTERING NEW WELLS — SPEED LIMIT 130 MPH. I immediately let up on the accelerator. (I would have had to anyway because there was a slowpoke in front of me doing only 110.) As I made my way along the crowded turnpike I noticed that this was indeed a large city. Another sign loomed up in front of me which read BEWARE OF CHILDREN IN FLYING SAUCERS. (The poorer children could afford to run these because they were so cheap and out-of-date. Parents of the richer classes furnished their children with high speed rocket and space ships which enabled them to travel to other planets.) I could not recall a city called New Wells so I decided to ask the first person I saw to tell me a little of its history. After spending the day walking around I gathered enough information to write a book. I was amazed to learn that the population of Wells River and Newbury had gotten so great that the two towns found it necessary to combine and rebuild. The finished product, New Wells, was an ultra-modern city which covered a ten mile area. The whole thing seemed incredi- ble, but I was finally convinced that it was true. Everything was so advanced. Even in the enormous new high school the chemistry stu- dents were working on atomic weapons. College English students were writing novels instead of the common 300-word essay. Just one thing remained the same. The feud between the Woodsville and Wells River boys was still going strong even after 100 years. However, — Thirteen —