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

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PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1959 It was in the year 2000. I was working on the books in the office of ay stable, the Wells River Morgan Horse Farm, when the door opened and ROGER GRENIER walked in. I had seen Roger off and on since we graduated from high school, back in 1959, as he was a professor at the university, now located in the city -Wells River. We talked for a while about old times before he got down to the main point of his visit. It seems that he had rec- eived a telephone call from our old high school teacher, MRS. SPEAR, who was now Secretary General of the United Peoples of the Planet Earth and was staying at the new headquarters building in Wells River. She and her co-workers, MR. STOUGHTON from Urantum, MISS LEGARE from Polywoggus, and MRS. GIBSON from Ralipotobia, represented the four main sections of the world which developed in 1960, after the fall of communism and democracy. The world at that thme was in danger of being conquered by invaders from outer space. Mrs. Spear and her three fellow-teachers developed and carried out a plan to unite the world’s resources against the invaders. When peace came, they set about organizing a protect- ive league in case such a thing might happen again. The league was now working on several projects to promote spacewide peace and Cooperation. Mrs. Spear was appealing to us because there was a committee of six coming that afternoon to attend a world conference and she was too busy to meet them. So Roger and I went to the airport to meet the first plane. It was a private airliner, one of the biggest we had seen, and the man who alighted seemed to be very friendly. He was the ex- ecutive type with a wide smile and a big cigar. We were very surprised to discover that he was our old classmate, WAYNE GONYER. He had flown from Iraq where he owned and operated huge oil wells for the Shell Oil Company. The next plane was due in ten minutes so we sat and talked to Wayne while we waited. When the huge commercial airliner arrived, we greeted two more guests «ho introduced themselves as PERL TOBIN and TEDDY ROBERTS. This certainly was a surprise! Perl, tanned and much taller, had flown from Northern Siberia where he owned the larg- est ant farm in the world. Since these little creatures were much in demand for pets, he had a flourishing business. Teddy owned all the seaweed plantations. He and his charming wife had just bought a new home—a submarine, and were living at the North Pole, from where they directed Operation Seaweed. “ We all got into my car and drove to the shipyard on the Connecticut, where we were scheduled to meet a representative Pog 16

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CLASS HISTORY-1959 The senior class of 1959 started out in the first grade in September 1947. In our first year we had seven students. Nancy Burnham, Susan Farwell, Roger Grenier, Solonge Houle, Donna Moulton, Bonnie Ostrander, Sula Rowell, and Wayne Gonyer. It wasn't long before we finished our first year and were on our wsy back to our second. In the second grade we gained Jo Ann St Marie Bobby Knighton, Calvin Cushing and Jure Gaylor. Later we lost Solonge Houle. In the third grade we gained Teddy Roberts and Maurice Boardman. We lost Bonnie Ostrander and June Gaylor. We had finally learned our ABC's from Miss Darling and went to Mrs. Stanley's room for the fourth grade. We gained Judy Evans, Sandy Placey, Donnie Trottier and lost Jo Ann St Marie, Maurice Boardman. In grade five we had no new class mates. In the sixth grade we gained Roberta Welch and Roger Bowley. We had finally finished our first six grades. We dreaded climbing those big stairs to Junior High, but finally made it. In seventh grade June Gaylor returned to join our class. It seemed as though time flew now that v:e had reached the upstairs. We finally reached the eighth grade and lost Suls Rowell. A new teacher was added to the staff, Mr. Griffith. He taught the 7-8 grades from then on. We were the first to have graduation in the eighth grade. It wasn't long before we started our climb to the freshman class. It seemed a longer climb than the Junior High was. We gained Harold Avery, Perl Tobin and Roger Bowley. There was one thing that bothered us becoming a Freshman - Freshman initiation. We didn't forget about it for a long time because the Sophomores wouldn't let us. We soon finished our freshman year and became Sophomores.We lost Harold Avery. In our Junior year we gained Sula Rowell again. We finally became mighty seniors and are graduating with the following students: Judy Evans, Roger Grenier, Sandy Placey,Teddy Roberts, Wayne Gonyer, Roger Bowley, Perl Tobin, Sula Rowell, Nancy Burnham and Susan Farwell. Thev did very well on the basketball team this year. Girls lost by graduation will be Judy Evans, Susan Farwell and Sula Row- ell. They were all very good players and Wells River High will miss them next year. The boys' basketball team won the Hilldale League Champion- ship. Roger Grenier and Teddy Roberts will be the only two grad- uating» They both did a great job on the basketball court. The baseball team will miss Perl Tobin, Roger Grenier, and Teddy Roberts next year although they will still have a great team. Teddy Roberts 59 75

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from Monte Carlo. A beautiful yacht had just been docked and the owner was coming ashore. She was very pretty and dressed in the latest style. When we greeted her we discovered that she was none other than JUDY EVANS, another member of the class of 59. She and her husband owned the largest string of nightclubs in the world. When we arrived at the hotel where we all were to stay, we found the other delegate waiting for us. Much to our surprise, we discovered that he was ROGER BOWLEY, a former classmate!! He revealed that he had postponed his latest hunting expedition, one into outer space to search for Purple People Eaters to save them from extinction, to attend the conference. Then we were very hungry so we sat down to order a meal of Teddy's seaweed. The meal was hardly over when in walked a smart- ly dressed woman, carrying a pad and pencil. That red hair was unmistakable—it was SANDY PLACEY, another classmate! This real- ly was a class reunion!! Sandy told us that she owned the World Magazine and had left her research in Moscow on the fall of com- munism to cover the conference personally. The next night we gave a huge welcoming banquet for the con- vention. Everyone was present. The waiters were standing near the doors, ready to serve the food and the speakers were all seat- ed. Things could not begin, however, as Mr. Stoughton's secreta- ry had not come and she had the notes for his very very important speech. Time dragged on and it was really getting late when sudden- ly the doors were thrown open and we were surrounded by police- men. We were informed that someone had plotted to destroy all world leaders by poisoning their seaweed, but that they had been found out in time by SUSAN PARWELL, Mr. Stoughton’s secretary and also top undercover agent for the Federal Bureau of Indigestion. So here we are, telling you this story from behind bars— but we really don't care. At least we had a class reunion, which was a surprise and probably our last, for here come the guards to take us to the world penitentiary. Sula Rowell and Roger Grenier Rag• 17