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

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Mountain Boys, being of sound minds and excellent physical con- dition, do hereby renounce any former wills made by us, and declare this to be according to our fondest wishes. We will to Mr. Cook a gift coupon at Sears Roebuck; now you may have your own private supply of towels for ball games. We will to Mr. McPhetres anything he desires. After putting up with us for four years you deserve it. We will to Mrs. Wilson a slightly used hair-brush so that you may keep the Junior High in line. We will to Mrs. Spear three brilliant brains to replace those you lose in sociology clars. We will to Mrs. Gibson our sense of humor. How are you ever going to get along without it in your College English class? We will to Mr. Morey a student to replace Geraldean. Without her your classes will be so dull. We will to Mrs. Rowe, as classes in the past have done, our un- limited musical talent. What are you going to do for basses, Mrs. Rowe ? We will to Sam Stanley an automatic bell-ringer. Let the bell rope stay stuck, Sam. You won’t need the ladder any more either. We will to the juniors, of course, the famous tower room and the right to keep the other classes out, by means of force if necessary. We will to the sophomores some males; now maybe the trend toward other places will stop. We will to the freshmen our athletic ability to make up for the lack of size. I, Dick Sherwin, will to Ida Wilson my ability to type newspaper material with 22 spaces insead of 21 and 23- Dick Sherwin also wills to Marilyn Jock his ability to get along with David Riggie for more than three days at a time. I, Johnny Demeritt, will to Connie Egner my unlimited talents for arguing, especially in English class. To Gordon Boomhower, Demeritt wills his blinding speed on the basketball floor. Just be careful on the corners Boom, the walls won’t stand too much. I, Geraldean Brock, do will to Yvonne Grenier a sign saying This seat reserved” to put in the bus on basketball trips. — Twenty-nine —

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we had time for. The first place he took me to see was the United and Pluto battle field. A guide met me at the entrance gate and began to explain the history of the new training school for the space army. In the main building there were many trophies which amazed me, for the weapons all seemed to be built for atomic warfare. In this building were the offices of all the head men including the general. As we passed by the general’s open door, I peered in but passed on by, then turned back and entered the office, unannounced. The distinguished middle aged man was sitting behind a pair of tilted glasses and I knew in a moment it was Charlie Come. He graduated from high school back in the U. S. in ’54. I was was sure he knew me too when I shouted Aye, aye, sir.” After talking over old times I fould Charlie had made a choice of going to the moon or Pluto to perform experiments with H-bomb warfare, and that his retirement would come in two years. After 1 told Charlie my reason for being on Pluto, he gave me an order for 200 Plumo vacuum cleaners to use in the barracks. Leaving the battle ground I continued my sight seeing in the taxi. The driver seemed to know everything there was to know about Pluto. He explained the animals and landscape and the reason for their being much different than in the states. He knew of every event that had happened on Pluto since the time of its discovery. Looking at my watch I saw that it was getting close to supper time and the gnawing feeling in my stomach assured me that it was. So I sug- gested to the driver that we turn back. We had gone but a mile when we got a flat tire. This was the first time I had gotten a really good look at the driver. Then I knew he was John Demeritt, another class- mate of ’54. This accounted for his knowledge of Pluto because dur- ing school he always read up on the events of the day. We had a wonderful visit and made plans to get all the class together. John said he would pick up Charlie and Dick and meet me at the Plutopact Cafe at 7:30. After the grand reunion I got my Belaire in shape for the early morning trip back to the states, but I’ll soon return to de- liver Charlie’s 200 vacuum cleaners. —Geraldean Brock ’54 —WRHS--- CLASS WILL We, the class of nineteen hundred and fifty-four, of Wells River High School, in the incorporated village of Wells River, in the town of Newbury, county of Orange, and the sovereign state of the Green — Twenty-eight —

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To Patty Roben, Geraldean wills her voice. Now you can be heard over Rosemary in an argument. I, Charles Come, will to Larry Lamarre the hammer and wrenches to keep the school in good repair. To Harold Gravlin, Charles wills his ability as a rebounder. One suggestion, Peanut; grow a little. Lastly we appoint DONNA ANDREOLETTI executor of this, our last will and testament. Witnessed and recorded this seventeenth day of June in the year of Our Lord 1954 by: LILLIAN ZWICKER, SAMUEL STANLEY, MARY WILSON, ----WRHS— DAFFYNITIONS An opera — where a man is stabbed in the back, and instead of bleeding, sings. Door — something kids always get a big bang out of. Grass — green stuff that wilts on the lawn and grows all over the garden. Indigestion — the failure to adjust a square meal to a round stomach. Quartet — four people who think the other three can’t sing. Parking place — a space eight inches too short on the opposite side of the street. Actress — a woman who believes that a small role is better than a long loaf. Handkerchief — cold storage. Washington — the city bureauful. Nail — a small piece of iron that a man uses to aim at while hammering his thumb. Fjord — a Norwegian automobile. Dieting — the penalty for exceeding the feed limit. Bacteria — back door of a cafeteria. Giraffe — a leopard run through a wringer. — Thirty —