Winooski High School - Carillon Yearbook (Winooski, VT)

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Herbert Abair June Beaudoin Richard Bourdeau Jeannette Boucher Joyce Boucher Claire Campbell Edward Companion Dorlene Dorey Paul Dufresne Fernande Faubert SENIOR CLASS Jeanine Favreau Gertrude Fournier Barbara Garrow Lorraine Granger Lawrence Handy Claire Hatin Leon Ignaszewski Joseph Lomartire Mary Merchant Theresa Myers Shirley Paquette Herman Poulin Barbara Provost Carl Provost John Provost Theresa Santerre Dorothy Stone Theresa St. Peter Ernest Vuley Rose Williams OFFICERS President.................... ERNEST VULEY Vice-President JOHN PROVOST Secretary THERESA St. PETER Treasurer THERESA MYERS Class Adviser Mrs. FRANCES PRIOR

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Knowledge Comes By Study; V isdom By Experience

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SALUTATORY THE AGE OF MIRACLES Dr. Huden, Superintendent Stackpole, Prin- cipal Couture, Members of the Faculty, Parents, Friends and Schoolmates: Had it been possible for us to hand each one of you a gorgeous rose as you entered this room this evening, as a token of our pleasure in welcoming you here, the room would have been bright and fragrant with the eloquence peculiar to the language of flowers. Our welcome, although unseen, we trust can still be felt, for it is just as real, and our appreciation of your interest for us more lasting, than blooms which wither after a few short hours. We of the class of 1948, of the Winooski High School, have long anticipated this occa- sion as you may well believe. It marks an important milestone in our lives—one of the nearer destinations which we hope will bring us some day to the Ultimate Goal of our dreams. It is fitting that youth should dream dreams, for all great achievements must exist first as mental images. This is the age of miracles, of great discoveries, of marvelous happenings and findings, than which the brass-footed, fire-breathing bulls of Vulcan, the plowing of the field, the sowing of the serpent's teeth with the resulting crop of armed men, the lulling to insensibility of the deadly serpent, the escape of Scylla and Charybdis, the making of the old ram into a bleating lamb, and the capture of the Golden Fleece, are tame indeed. We who greet you tonight do not expect to stand out on the pages of history in any such intriguing roles, because youth and sci- ence today are doing equally marvelous things as a matter of course. It takes a Lindbergh, a Pupin. a Steinmetz to blaze new trails in the star dust of the skies, even to attract passing attention. We have bidden you here tonight, that you may hearten us as we set forth upon the voyage into the great unknown. We know not where the years may lead us. but we feel that you will always follow us with your hopes and prayers. Space is ample, east and west But two cannot go abreast. From now on we must carve our own handholds as we climb the mountain side. And we shall be helped — immeasurably helped by what we have learned here—by the examples we have seen set about us, and by the courage which has been taught us. It is not what we are that makes life worth living, but what we shall be. . . . It is the eternal realities we wait for that give their true and only worth to the shifting, fitful dreams of time.” We have our experience yet to gain, and we do not, as some people would have you think, despise life and feel superior to it. As Emerson told us long ago, Human life is made up of the two elements, power and form, and the proportion must be invariably kept, if we would have it sweet and sound.” We are ready to listen to those who are older and wiser, and yet you will not blame us, I am sure, that we too hope to contribute something of our very own to the world's welfare and happiness — something which might never have come into existence had we not lived and dreamed and worked. You are here tonight to learn something of what we have done, and perhaps some- thing of what we hope to do. It may seem small and paltry—the mere mastering of a jargon of fundamentals, mathematics and language and science—but we hold that it is far from paltry. The beginning of all things is difficult, and it matters not so much how fast we are traveling, as that we are headed in the right direction, and that we have learned to think and to have faith—a deep and abiding faith in a Friendly Universe. So we ask that you will be patient with our earnest immaturity, that you may wish us Godspeed, and wave with cheerful expectancy as we pass on. But we trust we shall not be as Ships that pass in the night and merely speak each other in passing.” We shall never forget what you have done for and what you have meant to us. We know that your affection and in- terest will abide, as long as “grass grows and water runs.” Dust thou art to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. But let us turn from such serious con- siderations and be joyful in the present— the bright lights, the golden sunshine and the contagion of happiness. Let us make the most of this hour—this golden hour with its nectar and fragrance and beauty. To it, we welcome you right royally' Fernande Faubert. — 10 —