West Rutland High School - Green and Gold Yearbook (West Rutland, VT)

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THE fIHI'TE','V ANI! GOLD 3 dreariness nor the uncertainty which causes us to think, but an awe of that future whose mysteries are yet to be solved, coupled with pangs of regret at leaving our Alma Mater. Here we have studied and worked together. We have come to know each other, both in the class room and on the athletic field, in school and out. We have become friends, some mor closely than others, of course, but cer- tainly there is a common bond uniting us all. We shall realize this bond with the greatest of seriousness when we meet, some of us for the last time, perhaps, on graduation eve. -Howard Potter, '28. md Hi.s!oi'ic'c1l Suriv!-v and the Hzzflcmd Fur Lfl7I'ClI'xX',

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- THF GREE.'t' ANU HOLD I hitnriala DEDICATION This last number of the Green and Gold is dedicated to- the Senior Class, to those looys and girls to whom we must bid farewell. Graduation is the goal of every student: they have reached the goal and stand ready to venture forth into a bustling, workaday world. Commencement is a time both of retrospect and of anticipation, of glancing back over four years of study and fun, and of looking for- ward into, let us hope, a bright and happy future. We wish the members of '28 the best that Fortune can give, and, with a regretful wave of the hand, we bid them Godspeed. Good-bye, Seniors! GRADUATION Graduation! All too soon it will have taken place, and then- what? For some of us, perhaps, college 5 for others possibly, an of- ficeg for many, probably, common labor g but for all of us, regardless of occupations, ambitions, or attainments, graduation will have meant the same. It will have meant the severing of ties, made during our four years of high school life, ties which, perhaps, most of us do not realize are existing-g yet they are existing, and though their presence may not be properly appreciated now, it will become all too apparent as we leave for the last time in the capacity of students those walls which have surrounded us for the past four years. Probably a foolish-sounding suggestion, that of ties to some of those undergraduates who still imagine that text books and class rooms are the only components of high school life, and who cannot see why we should have regrets at leaving it. Indeed, a year or two ago it would have seemed so to us, but now on the very threshold of graduation, we pause to consider that very uncertain future which looms before us. Perhaps, you may say, a future viewed from a commencement platform should not appear dreary or uncertain. True, it is not the .iq l

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4 THE GREEN AND GOLD -9- iterary -Q- A GLORIOUS FAILURE The man, dressed in dark clothes and wearing a slouch hat, was hardly distinguishable in the gloom. He was, indeed, a suspicious looking cha1'acte1' as he slunk along the drive leading up to the magnifi- cent home among the trees, dim in the gathering gloom. Carefully, he opened a French window and groped his way in. He paused. listened, and then furtively flashed a light around the richly fur- nished room. In one corner stood a carved cabinet, the receptacle of many valuables treasured by the family that dwelt in this grand old mansion. In another minute the burglar was at his work. Suddenly, mys- teriously, noiselessly, a door behind him opened. The man stopped and turned. Behold! a sleepy child of about ten years stood in the entrance. Threateningly the man took a step forward, saying at the same time, What d'ye think yah doing? Get to bed and stay there. Not a peep outa yah. The boy hesitated. Finally he gasped, Oh, Sir, you shou1dn't do that. I don't care about the stuff, because I never have a chance to touch, but it isn't yours, you know. Besides, if you were caught. The law-breaker, a little surprised and angry, stared at the youngster. The man was la weak character, and the child's fine eyes seemed to burn him with their scorn. Then he turned and slowly, like an old man, left the Way he had COITIE. Slinking Joe, as he was called, never attempted robbing again. Instead he became one of the best friends of the little boy who had shown him the right. He had not gained a fortune of ill-gotten riches, but something far more precious, his own self-respect, and a resolve to lead an honest life. -Charity Mead, '29. AMERICAN GODS We of the United States do not believe in the worship of gods. If we consider idols or gods at all, we feel a vague sort of pity for the This .x'cc1i'fvoof: uns cIig'1'f1'30d fix' l'OfZIlIfCUI'8f1'O 77