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

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It was a day like any other day as I climbed on the bus at the corner depot. I took the same seat with the same loose spring and prepared my- self for the same boring ride to the office. In front of me the same man was so absorbed in his same newspaper that he almost missed his stop, which was as usual. Arriving at the office I found Mr. Little, my boss, very upset over something. This was not unusual. You see, Mr. Little, or Ed, as I called him when no clients were around, was a classmate of mine back in W. R. H. S. He had gone on to school to study law, and was now a successful lawyer. Ed lives in the country with his wife and ten children. Now do you wonder why I usually find him upset in the morning? Today Mr. Little was expecting a very important client but she hadn’t informed him what time she was coming. With a promise to let him know the moment she arrived, I set about my morning office routine. About 11:00 a short, bustling woman hurried into the office demand- ing that she see a lawyer right away. For a minute I stared unbelievingly and then recognized my old school chum, Margaret Wilson. Margaret in- formed me that she had just moved to the suburbs and had brought her four children to town to see the circus. It seems that Margaret was pull- ing out of a parking place while her little boy in the back seat was motion- ing a line of cars to come ahead. The result was a jammed fender for which Margaret was suing the other driver. I saw that Margaret had already forgotten her rules of the road that we learned in Driver Training Class. Margaret was ready to leave so I asked her if she would like to have lunch with me and a certain other party with whom I usually ate. Mar- garet agreed and we trooped across the hall to the offices of Oldsmobile, Inc. where we picked up Bette Cushing, who was now the head accountant of the company. Bette and I both took more than our usual hour for lunch as Margaret had loads to tell us. Finally, she said that she must get back to her car as it was time to leave for the circus and her children would be getting impatient.

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Knowing thus the characteristics and peculiarities of each member of the class it will not be difficult for you to guess who were the heroes and heroines in football, baseball, and basketball games during the Freshman year and in the years to follow. Most athletic was this class for David Riggie played on the basketball team and soccer team. For the girls, Betty Cushing played basketball and in her fourth year was co-captain of the team. Donna Cusano, Marilyn Libby, and Marilyn Jock, also, played basketball. Of course as Freshmen they suffered many indignities but as Sophomores they passed them on to the class beneath them. By the end of the first year the freshness had entirely dissappeared. They had become quite familiar with the school customs and curriculum so that during the second year they were able to enjoy more of the social functions and festi- vities of school life. Next came the Junior year. The athletic games were continued in their season and in addition many of the class delved into dramatics. Among the leading dramatic stars might be mentioned Marilyn Jock and Donna Cusano. An occasional party was held during the year and most of their time was completely occupied. In fact, I fear that some of their lessons suffered greatly thereby. At last came the Senior year with all its dignity and importance and its great feeling of superiority over all the other classes. And with it came the thoughts and preparations for graduation—the selection of the motto, the class flower, the class colors, the essays, the gowns and all that enters into commencement. Truly, they were the envy of their underclassmen and the pride of the school. As I stated before, it was the most remarkable class that ever passed beneath the portals of our grand old High. The fact of their having studied therein and graduated therefrom will make our school famous for many years to come. Bette Cushing ‘56

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The afternoon went about as usual at the office until I received a mys- terious telephone call. A gruff voice insisted an appointment for 4:00 even though he would not give his name. I had just put the receiver back on the hook when I was startled to hear a voice beside me saying, “Well, Miss, is this the way you usually greet important clients?” I looked up to see my old school friend, Marilyn Jock. We hadn’t seen each other for ten years and were having quite a gab-fest when Marilyn suddenly re- membered why she had come to see a lawyer. Apparently she had followed her head instead of her heart. After being married to the president of “Chase” Construction Company for two years she had discovered that the “right one” was the oilman from Texas. It seems she had left her first husband and had married the Texan before her divorce was final and now No. 1 was causing her trouble. She thought a competent lawyer could straighten her out and was delighted to find an old classmate would be handling her case. I left Marilyn to confer with Ed on her matrimonial difficulties and went back to work. About 4:00 the myterious client arrived, but I hardly recognized David Riggie. While he was waiting, David explained his sit- uation to me. As Commander of the North Haverhill National Guard Unit, he was transporting fifty truckloads of his men to Cape Cod, where they were going on their annual deep-sea fishing excursion. However, when they had tried to get on the new turnpike, David was told that he would have to pay a fee of $1.00 for each of his fifty trucks. David had objected and, having to leave his soldiers stranded right by a girls’ college, had come into town to demand justice. At this moment Bette appeared, and I knew it must be closing time. Knowing that Ed would be only too glad to stay overtime for his old classmate, Bette and I started for home after informing David that another classmate, Marilyn, would be out shortly and we were sure they would be eager to talk over old times. I left Bette at the corner and decided to do my shopping at the new First National Store which was celebrating its Grand Opening that day. I might even get a chance to see the new District Manager who was going