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

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THE GREEN AND GOLD 'I Mischief, ever among us, is one of the followers of Satan. In fact, we might almost say that Mischief is Satan. He is unavoidableg we meet him at every turn, try to avoid him, and are seized and made to suffer for our folly. His rule is absolute. Not a person, but who experiences his influence and grasp upon him. Mischief compels us, and resisting, we proceed to do what we know is wrong. Strong Drink reels along with a red nose and bleary eye. He is found in every village and town. He is a pleasant companion for a while, but one who refuses to take the blame for what he does, and after his company we feel that he is our worst enemy. Food, fat and gluttonous, beckons and influences us to become as he is. I-Ie is another of the great idols of the American people. His hand points out the road of self-indulgence, and we are only to will- ing to follow that road. Is there any one of us who has not felt the powerful and all- extending influence of Laziness? He is just the opposite of Leisure. Leisure should be accepted and loved 3 Laziness should be shunned and abolished. Lolling upon a soft couch, with massive corpulent limbs outstretched, he lies taunting us. If we do not heed him, we hear his rude laugh, and if we do, we regret it afterward. Gang is a good guy, just a little bit rough, but with a good heart even of he is apt to do wild things. He draws all men to him. His following is huge and made up of all kinds and conditions of people. We follow him unasking, and do as he does. We do homage to you, oh Pleasure! You beckon, and we fol- lowg you call, and we give heedg you lead, and we pursue you! -Gertrude Marsh, '28. TI-lERE'S MANY A SLIP- Bobby Moore, young, good-looking, and broke, strolled down Fifth Avenue with a broken heart and an empty purse. His heart was broken because his girl had turned him down . Bobby, she had said, I like you a lot, but I'd love you if you had some money. Go out and earn some, and when you have a few thousands, we'il take the final step. c d Historiccfl Society cmd the Ruilcuzd Frcc Librc11'y.

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6 THE GREEN AND GOLD we must. His is the hand which feeds us. Cowering at his feet, we tremblingly carry out his orders, else we starve. Money! Does anyone fail to recognize and follow him? He daz- zles and delights us and makes us do disagreeable tasks to gain his favor. He lures and gleams beyond our blind and grasping reach. Finally when we have gained him, we find he is dissipated and shallow, and he and life bore and disillusion us. Beating time with his feet, snapping his fingers and keeping time in every limb, Jazz draws us, and absurdly we do exactly as he does. We zestfully and willingly fall prey to his magic. With him comes his best girl, Dance. Twirling on her toes, swaying her body, and stretching her hands to us, she whirls us into her madcap train. At night her charm is strongest, and we cannot help but follow one so beautiful, graceful, and invigorating. Picnic leverybody knows himj is a Puck, a mischievous merry fellow, who trips us and pricks us with thorns, puts grasshoppers, spiders and ants into our food, tips cups out of our hands, and burns our unwary fingers. We swear at and curse him, and then run after him, begging him to come back to us, for he is lovable in spite of his pranks. Movies' face is handsome, and finely chiseled and molded. His hair ripples in perfect curls upon his handsome head. Our submis- sion is completeg he allures us and amuses himself by watching our rapt and whole-hearted expression of devout worship. He drops favors into our hands, and we, ever-reaching, ask for more, and smiling amusedly he gives us more. Cigarette, festooned in smoke and hung with garlands of green tobacco leaves, is one of our most popular idols. His worshippers originally were mostly those of the male sex, but now, females as well eagerly seek him. The price we pay for his favor is jumping nerves, weak hearts, diseased lungs, and often he draws us into the ground itself if his grasp upon us is strong enough. Joy Ride is a reckless, happy boy. I-Ie fleetly runs to Death and Destruction, his boon companions, and we follow, trusting in his guidance. and unaware that his laughter is mockery and his goal our ruin. There is Leisure, a queer person, but lovable and dependable if we try to understand her. Most of us hate her and make every excuse we can to avoid her inevitable presence. But, she is always with us, and try to escape her as we may, it is of no avail. If we accept and treat her rightly, she is one of the best of our idols. T11 is .yearbook was digiftcd by uolzzzzfeers fr Ol?

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B THE GREEN ANU GOLD That was putting it rather strong, even for a modern flapperf' thought Bobby as he strolled down the aforesaid Fifth Avenue with the aforesaid broken heart and empty purse. Now the purse was empty because, romantic as it may seem, the rejected young man had gone out the night before to drown his sor- rowsg to forget, if such a thing were possible, but it had been impossi- ble. He must now secure work of some kind, or lose the only girl in the world. Work had never troubled Bobby before, for he had always lived with a wealthy uncle. The wealth and estate, however, would not he Bobby's until the uncle's death. In his deep musing, Bobby had not noticed his surroundings. He was now opposite an inviting-looking park, and, being very tired from thinking, he lay down on a bench and went to sleep. Sometime later he was awakened by low voices. There on the next bench were his sweetheart and an unknown young man, murmuring fondly to each other, and-could be believe his eyes ?-the stranger was slipping a gleaming golden circlet on her finger. Curiously enough, Bobby felt no jealousy, but instead a strange feeling of relief. Gael What a narrow escape! And to think that I almost went to work! he ejaculated thankfully. -Kathleen McCormick, '29, Thi.: 'vcclrlxrgmls mcis III-,QI-flv.ff,Yl7 by lfOfZHIfUCi'S ffl ff? 1