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

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to make a speech at closing time. After making my purchases, I sat down to wait for the speaker who was claimed to be the first woman District Manager in history. To my surprise the speaker was introduced as Miss Marilyn Libby. Marilyn gave an excellent speech and I went up to con- gratulate her afterwards. After a joyful reunion Marilyn explained that she had worked up in position until she became the District Manager for the Boston district. She had chosen Boston so she could be near her fiance who was an officer in the United States Navy. I finally had to say good- bye to Marilyn and catch my bus for home. I couldn’t help thinking on the way home that this hadn’t been the usual day I had expected. I had seen all of my old classmates from W. R. H. S. It also occurred to me that I would miss the loose spring in the cushion and the man who sat in front of me reading his paper if they should disappear. This wasn’t such a bad old world after all. I found myself looking forward to the next day and what it would bring. Donna Cusano ‘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

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Senior C fadd We, the class of 1956, being- of a sound mind and body as much as we are able to be, declare this document to be our Last Will and Testament. After our debts and funeral expenses have been paid, we dispose of our estate as follows: ARTICLE I: To the other classes. Clause one: To the juniors we will our title of Seniors and the tower room, as your very own. Clause two: To the sophomore class we will seven girls; now there will be just enough to go around. No more fighting boys. Clause three: To the freshmen we will our ability to get our work done and get along with the teachers. The first year is all right but the last three, 0 boy! ARTICLE II: To our instructors. Clause one: To Mrs. Gibson, we will a new heated senior room. Now, maybe the seniors and their advisor won’t freeze to death on cold (30 degrees F.) winter mornings. Everyone loves us anyway. Clause two: Mrs. Spear, we will you a senior class that will be more quiet in your study halls. Clause three: We, the senior class, will to Miss Legare a new driver training area with turns, driveways, and all necessary equipment away from traffic. You could relax then, Miss Legare. Clause four: We will Mr. Franz a student who can guess all his “Whatizzits?” and win a trip to Boston, maybe. Clause five: To Mrs. Whitcomb the senior class wills a new music room, sound proof, and forty attentive pupils. ARTICLE III: To the students. Clause one I, Donna Cusano, will my ability to cut a newspaper stencil with only two errors to any of the future newspaper typists. It will save ink eradicator, girls. Clause two: Marilyn Jock and Donna Cusano will their ability to argue and still be friends to Beth and Judy Evans. Friction usually makes life interesting you know.