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

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- v'w. . smWH Finimus Coepturi--We Finish to Begin This evening elimaxes an important phase of our education. As we leave, we are mindful of all that has been done for us and we will endeavor to be a credit to all those with whom we have been in association. We realize that our life's work is 4 r -'gzygzffi just beginning. Throuin the under- LQEQM . ': L' .5 , ' Sat I! . .ga W,.:',,r3,,, mx n Q 1 ?. I-. M standing guidance of oarents, J, teachers, and friends, wo have successfully nassed thru our ,aa early develonment. New it is QQR, comnleted and we begin the We? .Qs. final ohase. A -is f ...' Some of us will further xiighf our education, many will Niawav enter the service of our 'saw country, and others will V go into ' the business qgeh world. All of us must egm now make our own de- '5mm cislons---others ma? ,aa 'W 'I-. declde. 'iiigi The future will be digg a challenge to us as in- ' dividuals. To our young an people called upon to nro- Tsgkm test our American way of 1QM,b life, the struggle will not ff be an easy one, nor do the rest of us expect our tasks to JLQ' be aecommlished without effort. ffiq However, in all our hearts, 'WQi, there is an unspoken prayer that , . T? our futures may hold memories as l'. dear and hawny as these past as we- Finimus.Coeaturi--Te Finish to Begin advise, but we must reyes Claire Battles ,5a AZ: 1 ,f'QffZ3',Z,, A 151923: V' an f b ' f .5 b ff, 26, This yearbook was digitized by volunteers from the

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7' This evening it is my privilege to ex- tend to you in bonalf of the class of 1951 a sincerc and nocrty welcowc to our com- mencement exercises. lhis day so long l35Prw ' u. 9,3-jf, ,ft A. h .., nnticipntcd has at last arrived and our hearts are swelling with naw inossg got, we cannot help feeling :onemnat 1239 -lhm saddcnded at the thought of leaving 'Eiga our alma mater. 'l4Qfb Mum! frdu . It is difficult to recline ' tnnt hcforc cncn one ot Us lies 3 a patn unknown, whlcn nwct ba F2,, 3 - Q -l - ,Q , -'-'i'1' 4',. pnvco by our lHu1VlCUHl at pc. :yah no Qre -rcparcd to travel 'HW down th 3 road with our Qghw heads aiyn ani our arcs on Wy?W . V . . . l .. 4'M:'f! q tno F5315 we novo not F-r mygyh ourselves. Nc are con- Wt' fidert that tnc moral ' and socinl as well as tue ecucctional prim ciwlos wc have learned during our forwative years .Z will guido our +zrr , 2 :wil 127 1fsfZL1. , 5 A .Hr 'I 1 I . 'f ,fslff steps. 4 .J' -, 'u' X N At this time we wish to tnonk sincerely all f Wg our parents, teachers, and Wann frlcndr for all tney have Wim, done, but wc wlll endeavor gk? t to reflect crcdlt upon tnem -igkp to the colt of our ablllties. Hg?M ic you, our parents, we Etta wisn to ca? tnnt your sacrifices hndxxxxxxx ' have not been unapprociatad. You ?Q,' narc succcodco in your endeavor to 'EQWI f' give us a sound education, and we ff hQn, rcfrct that wc arc unable to ade- K 'A quwtulv cxprcss our sincere apprcclation d'QMMWm. Again wc mwlcomc vcu parents, tcacncrs fNWttvr and frlcndc, wno have asscmhloo mere to- t ' nirnt to attend our graduation exccrciscs. Rutland Historical Society and the Rutland Free Library. Marion Tumiclcwicz

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l HNURSE, PLEASEIU nNursing is one of the most beautiful end tender of all the arts of life.H There is e time in every girl's life when jumping-rope, hop-scotch, end big momma dolls are her mein worry. I hed a glimpse of my possible profession the dey I had my tonsils removed, upon reaching the ripe old ego of eight years. At the school clinic, everyonefs tonsils were being checked. Jhen my turn came, the nurse epprosched me with e sunny smile and s smooth flst stick. nOpen wide, end ssy HAHH, deer, Thst's right, say it good end loud. Enlarged? she ssid to her essistsnt. As I stood watching tdis immsculrtely groomed person I thought, HGee, but she looks nice, rnd she smells so sweet? I wondered whot it would b e like to be dressed in s stiff white uniform, white shoes end stockings, end that edorsble little cap with the black band fascinated me beyond words. As time went on , I thought constantly shout becoming s nurse, smelling like medicine fll the time, wearing e rust- ling white uniform, ind, oh yes, e blue cape with a bright red lining when it is cold. As I became older I realized I had been building up this nursing profession in e sphere all of my own . I began to analyse the principles underlying it. Every time I visited s hospital, the intoxicating odors that engulf it, sent s tingling sensation through my veins. Shen I was in high school, there were meny times, that I was undecided msether to become s nurse or not. As I thought of the herd work and obstacles that I must overcome, I changed my mind many times. There was s period when I hed decided not to follow this profession. In the midst of my perplexity, my younger brother was seized with sn attack of spnondicitis. Being the only one et home with him at the time, the responsibility of helping him fell to me. After the crisis was over, everyone including myself breathed s profound sigh of relief- This incident rcslly enlightened me as to what an honoreblo career nursing could be. Just the thought of havin 3 helped in some smell wry to relieve him Rutland Historical Society and the Rutland Free Library.