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

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We, the Class of 1957, of Wells River High School, Wells River, Ver- mont, believed by some to be of sound mind and body, declare this docu- ment to be our Last Will and Testament. After we have been desposed of in one way or another and our vast debts have been paid, we divide our estate as follows: To the Juniors we will our honorable title of Seniors and the little Tower Room which we so regretfully vacate. To the Sophomores we will our ability to keep quiet in Mrs. Gibson’s study hall. It’s much safer that way. To the Freshmen we will our ability to get our homework done in study halls. You don’t have to take so many books home, then, you know. To Mrs. Gibson we will a Senior Class that can remember what they learned in English the year before. To Miss Legare we will a periscope with which you can keep track of what is going on in the typing room. To Mrs. Spear we will a history class that knows the correct answers to all the questions you ask. To Mr. Sloat we will a new school that won’t fall apart every time someone looks at it. To Mrs. Rowe we will a glee club that will not chew gum, will not talk and will not laugh during music period. But that might be too much of a shock. I, Arvilla Boyce, will to Wayne Gonyer my silly little giggle. Put it with the one you already have and you’re sure to drive all the faculty and students batty next year. To Brian Andreoletti, I, Arvilla Boyce, will my ability to wear my long hair in a pony tail and pug. Now Brian, you won’t have to worry about it being in your eyes. I, Amalia Homeister, will to Ramon Andreoletti, my ability to get along with Mrs. Gibson in English Class. That will get you a good mark quicker than a million dollars will. To Barbara Elliott, I, Amalia Homeister, will a new pair of glasses. Now maybe you can tell green from blue. I, Harriett Pudvah, will to Susan Farwell my ability to be true to ONE boy. Haven’t you made up your mind yet, Susan? To Jimmy Come, I, Harriett Pudvah, will my ability and ambition to study instead of fooling around in Study Hall. It pays off in the end, Jimmy! I, Ann Sherwin, will to Scott Little the ability to pronounce my 23

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daAS 1 In September, 1945, twelve scared kids entered the halls of the Wells River Graded School. Our teacher. Miss Darling, was introduced to the new first grade class which consisted of six bashful girls: Arvilla Boyce, Christine Kaiser, Joan Kendall, Priscilla Nelson, Harriett Pudvah, Ann Sherwin, and an equal number of boys who were: Russell Boyce, James Come, Charles Lefebvre, Bernald Mahnker, George Moulton, and Norman Page. We struggled through the first three grades and the following three intermediate grades, losing one here and picking up someone there, believing we were the smartest students Wells River Graded School had ever had. But we quickly changed our ideas as we climbed the creaking stairs to the Junior High Room. Here we were the weak, underclassmen — always overpowered by those mighty high school students (at least it seemed that way at times). During the eighth grade, we had advanced enough to be taught the fundamentals of algebra and other courses of which we had previously never heard. In the fall of 1953, we again took a big step forward. We had at last advanced to the point where we could say we were in high school. At this time we were fourteen strong: Arvilla Boyce, Andrew Bullard, Walter Bone, Amalia Homeister, Harriett Pud- vah, John Carytsas, Joan Kendall, Evelyn Carbee, Sandra Roberts, Christine Kaiser, Ted Clark, Priscilla Nelson, Robert Murphy and Ann Sherwin. Our main incentive was, of course, to learn all there was to learn and to keep our teachers guessing. We did this and more, too. Our first real introduction to the high school was one we will never forget. It was called initiation. And what an initiation it was! The sophomores had absolutely no pity for us as they put us through the paces. Throughout the year, we became more and more accustomed to the upperclassmen and their attitudes and gradually we became more adapted to high school life. During our Sophomore and Junior years, the going was pretty rough at times. Homework was piled on faster than we could take care of it. While sophomores, our big event was that of initiating the incoming freshmen. We had much fun doing this and are sure the freshmen had a fine time, too. During our Junior year, we spent most of the time raising money for a junior prom. This proved to be a big success. Upon entering Grade 12, we felt pretty proud of ourselves even though we were not so strong in number as when we had started high school. We no longer had Pris- cilla Nelson, John Carytsas, Joan Kendall, Russell Boyce, or Evelyn Carbee . . . but we were still raring to go just the same. Our senior year seemed overloaded no matter how you looked at it. College appli- cations to be filled out, yearbook to be prepared for the printer, and decisions to be made concerning a class trip — all these and numerous other things had to be taken care of and it was up to us to see that they were done. (We found out that much more is ex- pected of a senior than a freshman). During the middle of our senior year, we were minus one more member of the class, Andrew Bullard. We now had a class enrollment of nine persons and that is just the way we stand now: Arvilla Boyce, Walter Bone, Ted Clark, Amalia Homeister, Har- riett Pudvah, Christine Kaiser, Robert Murphy, Sandra Roberts and Ann Sherwin. Four people, Harriett Pudvah, Arvilla Boyce, Christine Kaiser and Ann Sherwin have not only been here for four years of high school but also for eight previous years, beginning the first day of school twelve years ago. As we prepare to leave W. R. H. S., we look back and recall many pleasant mem- ories — class trips, plays, suppers and teachers — each one an important factor in our high school career. Never will we forget our school days in Wells River where we spent time preparing for the future — that we might learn to face life with reality and understanding — that we might find the path which will lead us to the land of success. Ann Sherwin, Christine Kaiser 22

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name correctly—Ann—rather than Eeanne. Really, Scott, it sounds much better and I think you’ll find it’s easier to say, too. To Barbie Spear, I, Ann Sherwin, will my musical ability to play the clarinet. It’s lots of fun and I’m sure your mother will need you to keep the school orchestra in tip-top condition. I, Walter Bone, will my coin collection to Beth Evans. After all, most of it came out of your candy money. To David, I, Walter Bone, will my pitching skill to retain the stand- ing of the Wells River Baseball Team. I, Bob Murphy, will to Mrs. Gibson all my old Presley records. Now, you can be a cool cat, too. To Brian Andreoletti, Bob Murphy wills all his memories of Bromp- tonville. Think you’ll ever see that green sweater again, Brian? I, Sandy Roberts, will to Judy Evans my ability to get along with Mr. Griffith. Be calm, Judy, and he might give in someday. To George Murphy. I. Sandv Roberts, will mv abilitv to keep gum in my mouth all through English Class without chewing it. That way you don’t get into so much t-ouble. I, Teenie Kaiser, will to Ramon Andreoletti my pony tail. Now you can wear it down. I, Teenie Kaiser, will to Roeer Grenier mv alligator pocketbook. Now you can study it in detail and decide who it really looks like. I, Ted Clark, will to Ramon Andreoletti mv ability to ski. Just don’t try to stop the way I did. I, Ted Clark, will to Perl Tobin mv checkerboard. Now you won’t have to spend your noon hours chasing Wayne Gonyer around with a squirt gun. We, the Senior, will to all the other classes our ability to raise money. Then you could enjoy a trip to New York, too! Witnessed by: Virginia Henderson, Mary Rowe Signed by: Amalia Homeister ’57 Christine Kaiser ’57 24