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

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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

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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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It was the year 1965. I was just getting out of my mink-lined swim- ming pool at my modern mansion in Fairbanks, Alaska, when my maid brought me a letter. I tore it open quickly, for it was from my dear friend, old schoolmate, and neighbor, Arvilla Boyce, who lived in Glacier Park, 20 miles south of Fairbanks. The letter read as follows: Glacier Park, Alaska June 20, 1965 Dear Harriett: My doctor has ordered me to leave Glacier Park for an indefinite vacation in a very quiet place to prevent an acute nervous breakdown. I have thought this over and am asking you to spend the vacation with me in a place which I know is quiet and peaceful—good old Wells River, Ver- mont! It has been so long since we’ve been there, but we’ve been very successful here by finding uranium, haven’t we? I do hope that your husband won’t mind your going, and will play nursemaid to my five dogs. As my plane is new, bring your’s over here and leave it in my hanger and we can fly to Wells River in mine. Let me know your decision as soon as possible. Your old pal, Windy” I talked Arvilla’s invitation over with my husband at the supper table that evening and he consented — finally — to taking care of Arvilla's dogs, five beautiful, friendly St. Bernards. Immediately following supper, I dictated a letter to my secretary telling Arvilla I would be over the following Monday in my plane ready to go to Wells River. The following Monday I climbed, bag and baggage, into my private plane and in ten minutes I landed in Arvilla's private air field. I left my plane in the hangar and we started merrily off in Arvilla’s. Although we'd probably scare everyone in Wells River half to death, we decided to try to land the plane in the baseball field where Dr. Rowe used to live, for it was the only place that we could think of. On the way Arvilla and I talked over old times and all the hilarious and wonderful times we had had there. We talked over the good old high school days and how we used to irritate the teachers — squirt guns were our specialty. We must have made the local stores quite rich from buying squirt guns for as soon as we would buy them, the teachers would catch us using them and take them away. Then we’d buy another and this process went on endlessly much to the teacher's dismay. What fun! We couldn't wait to get back to peaceful Wells River for our vacation. Finally, we came to a large city — this couldn’t be Wells R 'ver — IMPOSSIBLE! Although some ot the landmarks looked familiar, it was much too large. We radioed into the airport. Yes, it was Wells River and what a change!! Guess where the airport field was? Yes, on the old baseball field. We landed quickly after we had recovered from the shock. The airport was large and airplanes of all types were landing there day and night, from all parts of the world. We looked around in amazement. As we were looking