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

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W WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY! It was on this beautiful, serene August morn, c I and bright, that my cousin Marion and I decided to take a bicycle ride. The birds were chirping merrily, while the cool soft breeze was winging its way through the treetops to place the temperature at a comfortable TOO. More than once, Marion and I have fancied a Hrealu bicycle trip. Our desti- nation was not settled upon, but we began our preparation with fine spirits. On this particular trip, energy was the factor that would keep us going, So with intense excitement, we prepared our lunch--hot dogs, marshmallows, etc. We outfitted ourselves in cool cotton jerseys and slacks. Our mothers made sure we took sweaters in case there was a sudden change in the weather or the breeze would become a little too frisky. Well, now we were all set for the adventure. It was exactly 10:30 a.m. The bicycles were all re-checked ito insure us of their reliable service. For the first hour the road was familiar--yes, even the bumps. We traveled for about ten miles along the shady country road. Great joy serged through us as we sped upon new roads surrounded by slopes, meadows, and farmhouses. As we rode along, we approached a sign--Road Construction - 7 miles. Now this mileage is a long way considering that the trip was on bicycles. Nevertheless, with our carefree spirits, we con- sidered an obstacle of such a nature a pert of this adventure. Bumpety-bump for four miles! Then--oh no-- the screws on my bicycle basket were loosening. Viewing the rugged hills ahead, we started to walk leisurelyg yes, bicycles at our side. The road was stony but we pushed forward. Just then, I noticed that my back tire was losing a great deal of air and that brought on a sudden fear within me. The thought that we would soon approach a garage encouraged me. By now our mouths felt sand dry, our throats throbbed, and the desire for a drink was increasing. To be truthful, at this moment we were fagged out. Pausing for a moment, we heard the trickling of a brook. 'Gazing around, we spied a babbling stream. How delicious the first si, tasted! Feeling refreshed, we resumed our journey with renewed vigor. On and on we glided along--now on smooth tar road. Getting together on the idea that we were both starved, we decided to look for a place where we could est and rest our weary bones. we finally located it and began to get busy looking for wood for a fire. It was a perfect spot--tall maples marching right down the narrow stream: a profusion of fragrant shrubs and wild flowers growing on the hills. The Coql, comfortable breeze made ripples on the water and the ragged height of the mountains seemed only a stone's throw away. It only took a few minutes and we had everything Rutland Historical Society and the Ru,tlo,nd Free Library.

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'7 hereby took my pen and wrote. fBy the way, it was easier said than donel. I kent remindineg myself that great writers saw no dignity in work that involved unnecessary drudgery therefore it was necessary for me to stop bickering. I once read that fools in their blunderinn way, have traveled quite a distance and made unusual progress--so as of now-HI am beginnixlg to feel rather foolish. CI hone it clicks in my Cfigc' 0 Feverishly and energetically, I plunged into setting up dots and curves, these in turn made un phrases, and conse- quently the ohrases were supposed tc make up my essay. More and more I realized that time hung on too thin a thread. Protected by the assurance that I had something done, I disregarded all hreebly indifference and worked and strug- gled on. I war comfirted hy the idea that I would meet the morrow unfraid and unaehsmed. I wrote violently, and suf?ered quietly. Sweet drizzled down my forehead in tor- rents and the nelnitstion of my heart quicxened. Thus I continued until to my amazement end utter exhaustion, I rea- lized that the long awaited completion was in sight. Nature was careful to give everyone of us enough conceit to like ourselves just a bit more than anyone else, but now, I actually loved myself. I didn't know whether to cry out of exultation, swoon, or just merely collapse. Since every man makes his own estimate, I now feel as if I was walking with a brake under my right foot and a clutch under my left. There is only one thing that I fear. I am due for a great crash with my dear friendfthe instruc- tonuwho will cheerfully confront me with my essay beautiful- ly adorned with n rejection slip. Dear Lord!---Make him have mercy on mel! Paulie Orzech This yearbook was digitized by volunteers from the

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13? prepsred. The frsgrsrcc of thc sizzling hot dogs and the gran' toasted marshmallows wos beyond description. Soon our rsvsnous sppctises were sctisficde We snmyyed pictures of th,i QgJ4utLw,-3 rc1r'inL:.1L:i -3. . , - . Ohl what e glorious dcyl Fell was actually on its march. A baby grey sjufrrsl set amid the golden :nd scarlet lecvns that were fluttering to the ground. As white tinted clouds lolled eimlccslv towsrd thc cost, the slmwcr Lirds fluttercd southward. Those clouds seemed like small and lerge boots sailing along and trailing csch other scross the open szure sky. We watched the golden grasses form waves in the timid breezes. Everything spncercd to be so o:eceful ond guy. We found peculiar plants of verious sizes rnd colors. Scrutinizing o few, we reached s conclusion that csch Rgsscssod. its own individual beauty. et 1 wonderful world! ' Sitting around would not bring us to Poultney, so we decided to proceed on our journey. The first information sign that wc encountered woe in South Poultney. -nl could we really be thot close to Poultney? New everything wss working out mcrvclouslyf-o flcwless road, our recently rcnowcd pep, and our necrness to our destination. - After admiring the beautiful, colorful homes with their spscious lawns, large majestic trees, ond the colorful flower beds, wc decided to visit our friends. The warmth of the reception extended us by these wonderful friends was grently epprccietod by us, thc vegatonds. v,,i,,AL,SMQLnlQGk. our thoughts turned to the journey home. Tho sun scnk lower end lower. Nightfnll was creeping up slowly. Tho crickets chdttcrod constantly in the bushes and sometimes the gcy, raucous squcwk of the crows come omor the hill. The sky was beautiful. There were mcny picturesque hues of blue, pink, onus, green, etc. These colors blended into numerous forms. Anyone could procure s lovely sccnc from the sky. Tho sun was slrcody hidden bchind the huge mountnin but still, thc rndicnt rays from it shone to furnish Q perfect background for the sky colors. Homcwcrd wc traveled slowly. Us had no ambition to admire anything but just to get to that --seemingly far-- homc. Finally at 8:00 p.m. wc crrivcd home with swollen feet nnd aching legs, and to put it bluntly--deed tired. Nevertheless, that wssn't too bsdg look what wo had to our credit--c forty-mile bicycle trip. Oh! what glorious dey! Therese Tretowicz This yearbook was digitized by volunteers from the