Lyman Hall High school - Singer Chronicle Yearbook (Wallingford, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1932 volume:

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THOMPSON DIEGES 8c CLUST “If We Made It, It’s Right” Portraits Fraternity Pins are an Class Rings everlasting reminder Charms and Medals for of Every Sport friendship Price Cups Plaques Wallingford, Conn. 75 Tremont Street 205 Center St. Boston ... Mass.The Chronicle is dedicated to excellence in scholarship in the high school and to good citizenship in the town. TABLE OF CONTENTS Chronicle Staff 1 Picture—Junior Play Cast 2 Editorials—Christmas Spirit 3 The New Year 4 Our Treatment of Newcomers 4 Autumn 4 Literature—Reminiscence 5 The Things That Count 6 Cubby 6 Christmas Dance—No? 7 This Thing Called Home Work 9 That Starry Night 10 Christmas Dreams 10 Finders Keepers 11 Good Old Santa 12 Merry Christmas 12 Losing Enthusiasm 13 The Truth About Santa . 13 The True Spirit of Giving 14 Exchanges 14 School Honor Roll 15 Alumni 16 School News 17 Auditorium Programs 19 Picture—Football Team 20 Athletics .... 21 Jokes .... 22 PUBLISHED BI-MONTHLY SUBSCRIPTION PRICE 1 00 SINGLE COPY 35cTHE CHRONICLE STAFF Lyman Hall High School, Wallingford, Connecticut Editor-in-Chief, Beatrice Cass, ’33 Literary Jacob Landsman, ’33 Lois Dunn, '34 Sylvia Hall, '35 Frieda Imhoff, '36 Paul Dickerman, '36 Jokes Russell Jones, '33 John Griffin, '34 Eva Germain, '35 Anna Lois Brockett, '36 Art George Bonyai, '33 Charles Crump, '34 Harry Sawtelle, '35 Robert Andrews, '36 Charles McLean, '36 Tyjrists Rose Deroy, '33 Hazel L’Heureux, '33 Edna Wheeler, '33 News Doris Walker, '33 Ameil Brunye, '34 Margaret Hotchkiss, '35 Ernest Lendler, '36 Alumni Rose Pascale, '33 Charlotte Often, '34 Melba Edell, '35 June Lucas, '36 Sports John Boyd, '33 John Goff, '34 John Heath, '35 Richard Gadd, '36 Exchange Editor, Johanna Manfreda, ’33 Faculty Adviser, Miss Boardman Business Department Business Manager ......... Uria Fishbein Advertising Manager .......... Robert Boyd Circulating Manager ......... Mertis Affleck Office Manager .......... Marion Wood Assistant Office Manager ........ Rose Sitnitsky Associates John Lai’ese, '33 Bernard Eames, '34 John Cavadini, '36 John Hotchkiss, '33 Charlotte Often, '34 Florence Crookes, '36 Natalie Read,'33 Marion Bullock,'35 Henry Granucci,'36 William O’Reilly, '34 Virginia Lee, '35 Donald Tracy, '36 John Goff, '34 Herbert Magee, '35 Joseph Sabo, '36 Frances Nearing, '34 Margaret Burns, '35 May Gallagher, '36 Jean Taylor,'34 Harry Blythe,'35 Virginia Young,'36 Harold Granucci, '34 Charles Bellows, '35 Faculty Adviser, Miss WhittakerTHE CHRONICLE 3 (Ehrmttrip Published by the Students DECEMBER, 1932 CHRISTMAS SPIRIT Do you remember the thrill of running downstairs on Christmas morning to see what Santa Claus had left you? Do you remember that stocking loaded with delicious dainties and wonderful surprises? Of course, how can we ever forget the joy of Christmas day! Yet, how would you have felt if you had rushed downstairs and found nothing? What if good old St. Nicholas had forgotten you? There would have been no words to describe your unhappiness. That will be the plight of many little children this Christmas if each person does not do a little to help. Many people look for what they themselves can get, never thinking of anyone else. How I pity these people! It is they who become old and “sour” in mind long before they are decrepit in body. These people are never blessed by that feeling of happiness in helping another person. They never really experience the true spirit of Christmas. One way in which we may reach the needy is to help our community nurses. These nurses are really “saints” in disguise to many thankful people. They serve as a symbol of kindness, joy, and helpfulness to the less fortunate of our town. What hope and encouragement they have brought to many who are sick and discouraged. We should do everything possible to enable them to carry on their valuable work. If your brothers and sisters have any old toys at home, don’t throw them away. Repair them and send them to the community nurses. They will give untold joy to some thankful little youngster. Baskets of fruit or food will certainly be appreciated by some needy family. That warm little glow of pride and happiness in your heart will more than reward you for any service that you may render. One and all, let’s remember the needy on Christmas day. Don’t forget that it is always more blessed to give than to receive. This is the true spirit of Christmas. Rose Pascale, ’334 THE CHRONICLE THE NEW YEAR It is rather late for seniors to take stock of themselves. It is hard to make up in one year what has been missed during the past three. Nevertheless, it is wise to aim to do so. Too often when the end is in sight, vigilance slackens. On the contrary it should be increased for the purpose of keeping that already attained and of pressing on to further goals. The dictionary defines attainment as accomplishment, accomplishment as embellishment, embellishment as that which beautifies. Thus it will be seen that the goal is not merely to acquire something, but to use that something to enrich character and carriage. This should be included as a part of one’s final purpose. Maurice Foulkes, ’33 OUR TREATMENT OF NEWCOMERS New-comers! These are just new pupils—just a few more “kids” to join our group. Somehow, it never occurs to us that these pupils may sometimes have a feeling of loneliness. We must understand that they have left all their old friends and have entered an entirely new and different group. Try to put yourself in their places. How would you feel if you left Lyman Hall and entered a new school? Of course, your answer is going to be, “I don’t intend to leave.” Probably not, but that is no reason why you should not try to make the new-comers feel familiar with our routine. If a new-comer comes to our school, let’s introduce him to our friends, try to acquaint him with people whose acquaintance we think he will enjoy, interest him in all the social activities, and show him our school spirit. This should also be said of new teachers as well as pupils. Occasionally, we have a new teacher come to us. Do we always try to make it pleasant for him ? In conclusion, I make a plea for all of us to give new-comers, both teachers and pupils, a warm welcome. Catherine Murphy, ’33 AUTUMN The autumn leaves lie scattered on the ground, A crazy-quilt of color all around. A dab of brown caresses one of red. A slab of yellow slowly fades—is dead. The winds in columned fury sob their grief As winter dully comes like some mute thief, And autumn sinks to find a sweet surcease From crying winds and nobly falling leaves. Jeremy, ’33THE CHRONICLE 5 REMINISCENCE The poor old soul was sitting In her usual chair by the fireplace, Knitting a small garment. ’Twas for her grandson, and Tho’ she had not much to give, The thought and love of her heart Were knitted right into her work. As she sat there, she wondered If her only son would visit her at Christmas. She hoped so, And for a few minutes All was quiet as she sat Recalling the past. She remembered now ’Twas no more than a year ago That he had not come to see her. It had taken a long time to get over the shock Of being forgotten by a son, And yet, like a real mother, She had found excuses— He must have been too busy Or something must have happened. But if he only knew How lonely her heart was And if he only knew That a few moments spent with her Would gladden her heart, Or just a card in the mail box With the words “Merry Christmas, Mother”! For ’tis not the wealth Nor the size of the gift But the thought, love, and spirit with which it is given. Clotilde Brazeau, ’336 THE CHRONICLE THE THINGS THAT COUNT Outside, the snow was falling softly as though it were caressing the earth. Inside the five houses on Darcey Street, everyone seemed to be fairly bubbling over with laughter and Christmas cheer. Through every window could be seen Christmas trees gayly decorated with red and white cotton images of Santa Claus, wax angels, brightly colored balls, and flickering candles. Let’s take a little peep into the smallest, gayest house on the street. The six people inside seem to be having a glorious time, despite the fact that the furniture is scarred and scratched where baby feet have climbed over the arms, and the carpet is noticeably worn in places. Everyone is singing, laughing, and throwing good cheer about. Finally the presents are neatly piled under the branches of the tree, and little by little the house quiets down. A young couple, obviously lovers, go to a rather secluded corner to be by themselves for a minute. “Isn’t it just glorious, John?” sighs Jacqueline. “You bet, sweetheart,” replies John. “It couldn’t possibly be better —now that I’ve got you.” Slowly trudging upstairs are the twins, Tess and Ted. They are giggling and pointing to the two lovers, who are quite unaware of their use as a topic of discussion. “Do you suppose we’ll be that silly when we grow up?” gasps Tess between giggles. “Oh, you’ll probably be worse,” says the scornful Ted. “I won’t have time for girls though. Come on; get going.” Sitting by the little fireplace, the flickering light playing on their happy faces are Mother and Father. “Christmas is a wonderful time of the year, isn’t it, Father?” murmurs Mother. “It certainly is,” he says. “It’s the one time of all the year that all seem to have love for their fellowmen.” “Yes,” continues Mother, “and it isn’t money and expensive presents that count. It’s love such as the love John and Jacqueline have for each other, the happy-go-lucky times Tess and Ted are having, and last but not least the peace and contentment which is filling our years to overflowing.” “You’re right as usual, dear,” agrees the ever gallant Father. And so, peace draws its curtain over the happy family on Darcey Street. I wonder how many of us who have these things just mentioned are still craving the lesser things in life. Really, folks, it’s love and peace and contentment that make this old world spin. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year ! ! ! Natalie Read, ’33 CUBBY Cubby had the reputation of being the best watch-dog in the little village of Marken. His master, Jim Boken, was very fond of his dark brown police-dog. As Cubby was not often tied, he roamed about alone at night when he had a great tendency to catch chicken-thieves at their work.THE CHROHICLE 7 Jim Boken was a poor lad about sixteen years old. His father died when Jim was only ten. His mother, Jane Boken, worked hard to rear her only son. Jim helped her as much as possible by working at odd jobs for the neighbors, who paid him small sums, but the poor boy couldn’t find any steady work. Another important character in this stoiy is Mr. Woods, a moderately wealthy man, who owned a fine poultry farm. It was the week before Christmas. The snow had already fallen, leaving a beautiful, white loveliness. Everyone was happy. We find poor Jim at home, worrying about something. Christmas would come soon, and he had no money to buy a gift for his dear mother, as for some time the neighbors had not given him any work. An idea came to him, and he suffered to think of it. Cubby’s fame as a watch-dog had given him a value which was greater than that of other dogs like him, making Jim sure that Mr. Woods would gladly buy his dog. Jim thought that he would delay this sale as long as possible, in the meantime looking about for a gift for his mother. On the second day before Christmas, he decided to go to Mr. Woods. He called Cubby to him, hugged him, and stroked him gently, talking to the dumb animal as to a brother. The business was transacted. Jim received twenty dollars for his dog. Cubby was placed in the cellar of Mr. Woods’s home to prevent him from following Jim. At the same time Jim was happy and sad, happy because he could buy his mother a gift, sad because he had lost his friend. Jane Boken was weeping softly on Christmas morning. She was proud of her son, who had made such a sacrifice to make her happy. She was sad also, for she had sensed her son’s feelings. At this time Mr. Woods was leading Cubby towards the home of Jim Boken. He was walking quickly, and he appeared anxious and happy. “Your dog is worth a fortune,” he said to Jim. Jim, astonished, said nothing and waited for an explanation. “Last night there was a fire at my home. Cubby aroused us by his constant barking. I got up and telephoned to the fire department. Only a small section of my home has been ruined, but if Cubby had not been there, all of us would have been burned to death. I am rewarding Cubby by returning him to his beloved master.” Jim fell on his knees and hugged the faithful dog. Words could not express their happiness. We now leave Jim Boken, Jane Boken, and Cubby enjoying a merry Christmas. Andrew Kovach, ’33 CHRISTMAS DANCE —NO? Exactly one week before the great celebrations of the Christmas holidays, the Eaton Bridge Club met at the home of Faith Barclay, a girl of little wealth but of great social standing in the little town of Eaton. As Faith was dealing a hand for bridge, Dorothea Fenn suddenly exclaimed, “By the way, are we all going to the annual Christmas dance at Tote on Friday night?”8 THE CHRONICLE A chorus of “certainly, we are” was heard in reply to Dot’s question, but only Jane Smith noticed that Faith instead of answering was staring far into open space. “What’s the matter, Faith? Aren’t you going?” she asked. Then with a glow in her face she answered, “Why, yes, of course, I’m going.” “With whom?” they wanted to know. Everyone was “all ears and eyes” as she replied, “Why with Larry, of course. Whom did you think?” As she said this, Faith looked straight at Barbara Burton, her only rival for the heart of Larry Harding, a senior at Tote College. “Come on and finish this hand of bridge, will you!” exclaimed Joan Peters, who was disgusted with the way Barbara was acting at this moment. The bridge game was over, and a delicious lunch was served. Over the teacups they chattered about different subjects, and finally the topic of Christmas and the dance came up again. “Oh, you should see the lovely gift I’m getting from Tom!” exclaimed Betty. “What is it?” they all asked. “He won’t tell me yet, but I’ll bet it’s a----.” “A diamond!” they all shouted. “Oh, Bob Jordan’s giving me a big surprise for Christmas,” said Jane. “Well, Faith, what’s your gift from Larry?” asked Barbara. “Why, I didn’t even know he was giving me one,” she retorted. The day of the dance a telegram came from Larry for Faith. “Sorry can’t come stop had an argument with football coach stop sorry dear stop” Although the sun was shining, the day suddenly turned into a dreary one. What should she do! At six o’clock she was panic-stricken! Bewildered, she picked up the telephone and called Dick Fleming, also a senior at Tote and her best friend. She knew he’d understand. As the clock struck nine-thirty, Dick and Faith strolled into the Memorial Hall, where the strains of Lieberstraum could be heard. The very first person they came upon was Larry with Barbara, who was hanging onto his arm. Instead of speaking, Faith and Dick simply kept on dancing. “So! Larry was two-timing her. ‘Couldn’t come .... sorry, dear .... had an argument with coach ...’.” Those thoughts were rapidly going through her brain. When the dance was half over, Larry “cut in” as Faith and Dick were dancing, and in a very efficient manner succeeded in getting her away from the crowd. “Well, young lady, what have you to say for yourself?” he demanded sternly. “All I want to say is that I hate you! What about that telegram saying that you couldn’t come? Isn’t that a nice way of getting out of it?” she retorted. “Now I see it all, Faith. Someone sent us both a telegram saying the other couldn’t go. That’s what happened!” “Not really, Larry!” “Come here, Faith, I have a Christmas present for you.”THE CHRONICLE 9 In about ten minutes they returned to the dance, and Faith kindly showed the Eaton girls her diamond ring. By the way, the surprise present for Betty from Tom was—well, he gave her “the air,” and Jane’s was a presentation to Mrs. Robert Jordan. All soon received invitations to the wedding of Faith Barclay and Larry Harding, the great oil magnate’s son from Texas. Johanna Manfreda, ’33 THIS THING CALLED HOME WORK Silence! A tense, expectant silence! The room is so still that one could hear the proverbial pin drop. This is characteristic of every room in the building. A bell rings! Absolute inactivity gives place to wildest uproar. School is out, and we’re “free” for the day. Freedom! What a mocking word that is? Dashing down the hall, every man looks out for himself in the mad scramble. Such remarks as these are heard. “Golly, I have all my subjects again tonight.” And from a more fortunate youth comes, “I got off with only two.” From all sides are shouted, “Isn’t that Latin awful? That English is ghastly. Can you imagine all that in one night?” Everyone has his own special grievance, and no one is interested in the other fellow’s troubles. Outside, Dot and Emily or Bob and Jack can be heard deciding to get together on that history. Millie is promising to come back later for some reference work with Jean. Herb is bravely declaring that he is going to clean up everything this afternoon, so that he can enjoy himself tonight. Later in the afternoon Dot and Emily are just getting around to beginning that history. They industriously bring forth pens, pencils, paper, blotters, ink erasers, and five or six books before settling themselves to work. This is, of course, the opportune moment. The telephone rings. Bob and Jack have changed their minds about the history and are going to the show. Would the girls like to come along? It seems that the girls would. So ends the history. Herb and several others appear at the theatre, and a good time is had by all. That night Jean and Millie are just remembering that reference work at the library. They meet some friends on the way, stop to talk, and get to the library about closing time. About one in the morning Herb, having been to the dance, is now attempting to concentrate on French. “The verb ‘esperer’ never takes the subjunctive except in the negative or interrogative,” he reads and then writes, “J’espere que vous soyez bien.” Soon, giving it up as a bad job, he retires. A frantic running about, exchange of homework papers, and questioning takes place before each period all the next day. “Did you do your French? Let me see it. I’m sure that algebra is somewhere. Did you find out about the government of Hawaii?” and so it goes. At twelve-fifty in the afternoon there is again that silence, again the bell, again the mad rush as we dash out to “freedom.” Frances Nearing, ’3410 THE CHRONICLE THAT STARRY NIGHT Have you ever read that story in rhyme Of the Christ child born long ago? That tale which we hear time after time But always love it so. Well that is what 1 am going to write In a meter unheard of before, And I shall tell of that starry night Which we read of in Bible lore. When the wise men saw that Eastern Star, They hastened to where He lay And after traveling wide and far Found Him in His bed of hay. The place was transformed with a radiant beam, And a halo appeared in the air; A city in Heaven the place did seem, For the Christ Child was dwelling there. They knelt by His bed and worshipped Him there In this place now sacred ten-fold, And bowing their heads in a moment of prayer, Gave Him frankincense, myrrh, and gold. If some will think of that story of old When our Christmas comes ’round this year It will bring to their hearts great joy untold And brighten life’s burdens with cheer. Beatrice Cass, ’33 CHRISTMAS DREAMS It was eleven o’clock Christmas Eve. I was reading A Christmas Carol and enjoying the visit of the first ghost to Scrooge. As I reached for another apple, a voice spoke. Startled, I looked up quickly and beheld the twin of Scrooge’s ghost. He said, “Come with me. You have been a good boy this year, and I shall show you Santa’s workhouse.” We climbed out through the window and sat upon an enormous snow flake. It seemed to me that we traveled but a minute when we came to a large snow house high up in the clouds. Upon entering we first came to the Sled Department. Heaps upon heaps of sleds were here, each one with a tag on which was the receiver’s name. I looked eagerly for my name but could not find it. Next we went into the chief house for toys. Here Santa met us. He personally conducted us around, introducing us to his helpers, the elves. I really believe I made a good impression on Santa, for he smiled and beamed at me; and when we were about to enter the Adults’ Department, he said, “I wish to make you a present of—” Then came a familiar ringing in my ears, and I awoke to find myself seated before the fire place, the unfinished book still in my lap. Who can tell what the gift was to be—perhaps a bicycle or a watch? No one knows; I least of all. Gordon Bellafronto, ’35THE CHRONICLE 11 FINDERS KEEPERS Jim Blake walked slowly down the main street of a large city, just as he had done every day for the last ten months. As he paused to watch a girl arrange a window display in a bakery, he remembered that he was hungry. Except for a few slices of dry bread, which he had finished three days before, he had not eaten for ten days. Jim Blake was nineteen years old and discouraged. Fifty miles away, in a small town, his widowed mother was very sick, and he could do nothing to help her. He was without funds and had been without a job so long he wasn’t sure he still remembered how to work. About a block below the bakery his foot kicked a small object into the gutter. He walked slowly over and picked it up. It was a billfold made of fine leather. Slowly he looked inside. There was no identification card, but another pocket contained five hundred dollars in bills and small change. J m Blake lay awake late that night on his cot in the Salvation Army lodging rooms. With that money he could put his mother well on the road to recovery. He said to himself, “Finders are keepers.” Somehow those words did not sound right. He reasoned that he needed the jmoney far more than anyone who could go around with that much money in his pocket and no identification card, but his early training told him that he could not keep the money. The fight in his mind was long and bitter, but in the end he decided to do the honorable thing, and at last he fell asleep with a feeling of joy in the fact that he had done right. When the public library opened the next morning, Jim Blake was the first one inside. He went to the newspaper rack and picked up the local paper, where he found what he was looking for and went back outside. Once more Jim Blake walked slowly down the main street. An hour later he knocked on the door of a small cottage on the outskirts of the city. A young man about twenty-one years old answered it. He identified the billfold to the satisfaction of Jim Blake, who handed it over to him. The young man asked Jim to come in, and they sat talking awhile. The man, John Morse, explained that he had a job, but that he was taking the day off to search for his money. The money, he went on to explain, had been drawn from the bank to be sent to his sick mother. In turn Jim Blake told about his own mother, who was also sick. Three days later Jim was sitting behind a huge desk, hard at work. Mr. Morse had told the whole story to his employer, and that man, impressed by Jim’s honesty, had given him a job. This all happened in July. Now it was December. Jim Blake had taken a week off to pay a visit to his mother. She was now enjoying much better health. Jim Blake had known what it was to be poor and suffering; so he rose early Christmas morning and went about his task of giving clothing and food to those he could. Of course, he did not have too much himself as yet, but he gave what he could to make others happy. That night Jim Blake lay down rejoicing in the good he had done that day. As he fell asleep, he thought back over the past year and decided that his biggest and wisest decision had been that “finders are not always keepers.” Alfred Bradford, ’3312 THE CHRONICLE GOOD OLD SANTA It was Christmas Eve at Mr. Brown’s house. After a scanty supper Mr. and Mrs. Brown gathered around the fireplace with their five children—John, twelve; Frank, ten; Mary, eight; William, six; and Joan, five. Hard luck surely had found their home; for Mr. Brown, a machinist, had been out of work for six months; and Mrs. Brown, who earned a little money by her sewing, had just gotten out of bed after three weeks of illness. Mr. Brown was sitting very quietly while Mrs. Brown was making curtains. “Oh, Mother, tonight good old Santa comes,” shouted little Bill. Mrs. Brown sighed and laid down her sewing, saying, “I only wish he were coming, William, but I got a radiogram from him yesterday saying that his reindeer have colic and will be unable to make the trip.” “Don’t worry, Mother; good old Santa will find a way,” replied Bill. At nine o’clock, Mrs. Brown, with tears in her eyes, had tucked her children into bed. She knew that their stockings would be empty in the morning. Mrs. Brown had just started sewing again when a knock was heard at the door. Mr. Brown opened the door, and Santa Claus stepped in. On his back he had a big bag full of candy, fruits, and toys, which he dropped on the floor, saying, “Here is a little something for the children. Please accept it with my best wishes. I am rich in money but not in happiness. I have at last found out how to be happy. Good-night.” Mr. and Mrs. Brown murmured their thanks mingled with much surprise and joy. Bright and early on Christmas morning the children arose. Their eyes sparkled with joy as they beheld their many gifts. Little Bill, between spinning a top and eating candy, said, “I told you Santa would come. He never forgets. Good old Santa!” Robert Loring, ’33 MERRY CHRISTMAS Christmas afternoon! The Joneses have a lighted tree, and around its artificial roots presents are heaped—presents for Jack, for Betty, and for the little baby—presents for and from relatives, neighbors, and friends, and presents for each other. Jack has the briefcase he wanted —yes, and the camera, too. And Betty really has the beaded bag and the little fur jacket for which she craved. The Joneses and their guests have partaken of a bountiful feast with the usual oversize turkey, nuts, fruit, and spiced cake. And now, this crisp, clear afternoon, Mr. Jones is taking Jack on a pilgrimage of good faith. They are taking a huge basket of food to the charity center; they are taking a bouquet of flowers to the hospital. Jack is also taking Bill, the old crippled fireman, for a drive. After that. Jack is going down to the club to help distribute Christmas cheer to those who are in need of it. In this way, the Joneses are keeping the true Christmas spirit. Mary Jasinski, ’35THE CHRONICLE 13 LOSING ENTHUSIASM My stocking was hung over the fireplace, and the Christmas tree was fully trimmed. I danced about in gleeful anticipation of what Santa Claus would bring to a good boy. During the past few weeks I had been very, very good. Before my mother hustled me off to bed, I cast one last cheery glance at the blissful scene. I was very tired, and consequently my weary body went off to dreamland almost as soon as my head touched the pillow. I enjoyed numerous dreams about Christmas. Sometimes I dreamed about what Santa Claus would give me; at others I dreamed that I was Santa Claus and drove his handsome reindeer through the deep snow. After this I dreamed about bells, which rang till I awoke. “Could that be Santa Claus?” I asked. Suddenly an impish thought entered my head. I told myself that I would soon find out. I remembered that certain boys had told me that to believe in Santa Claus was nonsense. I decided to hustle down and tell Santa about this talk. I also carried the secret thought that he would skip those rude boys. I tiptoed quietly down the stairs. My mother was startled by my abrupt appearance, and I was startled by my disappointing discovery. Mother hustled me back to bed without explanation. The next day my arguments in favor of the existence of Santa Claus were only half-hearted, and subsequently they fell off altogether. Edward Gayer, ’33 THE TRUTH ABOUT SANTA When Billy T. was eight years old, He thought himself so veiy bold That in his sleep he’d open his eyes And see how Santa was disguised. Then midnight came—no noise he heard, Not e’n a cat that gently purred; So from his bed he quickly stole. To assure the myth of Santa told. Softly down the stairs he came; Surely he was not to blame If caught while peeking in the door; He’d creep around the parlor floor. At last he reached the bottom step, And to the room he slowly crept, Down upon his hands and knees, Scared to death for fear he’d sneeze. Then slowly he gazed around the room; His face took on a look of gloom. O dear, O dear, it can’t be true, For there stood Dad—a Santa too! Lillian Kast, ’3314 THE CHRONICLE THE TRUE SPIRIT OF GIVING Several years ago I heard a story from the Old Testament which illustrates my conception of the true spirit of giving. It happened many years ago when a beautiful temple was being built by a famous king. Now the king did not have sufficient money to build his beautiful temple ; so he called on his people to donate whatever they could to help in its erection. The nobles and the rich responded to his request with large gifts of money. In the city where the temple was being built, there lived a very poor woman who had only a few cents to her name. She desired to help in the king’s cause but feared she would be laughed at if she gave her few pennies to the king. She, therefore, went and bought some hay which she carried out and fed to the hungry horses that were dragging the stone that was to be used in the temple. Now it happened that the king was passing by, and when he saw the woman’s gift, he took her to his palace and honored her above all those who had contributed large sums, saying that the spirit which she had shown was greater than that of those who had merely given part of their fortunes. It is this same true spirit of giving that has been passed down through the ages and which is needed this year more than ever. Let us remember when we make our Christmas gifts that it is not the material value of a gift but the spirit in which it is given that counts. Frank Barker, ’33 EXCHANGES We are commenting upon only a few school papers this time, but in our next issue we hope to have a larger department. The Clarion, Stratford, Connecticut The originality displayed in your magazine makes it a distinguished paper. However, we think that a few more poems would make your publication more attractive. The Wyndonian, Willimantic, Connecticut The Wyndonian is a fine magazine, and we wish especially to congratulate you for your excellent Joke Department. The Emblem, Southington, Connecticut Your magazine is a very interesting one, but where are your poems? The Owl, Middletown, New York Your magazine is very complete, and we congratulate you for your originality and fine departments. A few jokes would help your paper even more.THE CHRONICLE 15 SCHOOL HONOR ROLL 1. Varley Bingham Sophomore 6. Kathryn Wasilewski Barbara Tomlinson Freshman 7. Frieda Imhoff 2. Lydia Hall Senior 8. Sylvia Hall 3. June Lucas Freshman 9. Janet Hall Francis Nearing Junior Julius Kristan Francis Sabota Freshman 10. Charles Bellows 4. Anna Brockett Fresh man Marion Jacobs Paul Dickerman Freshman Myron Malanchuk Ernest Lendler Freshman Norman Perreault Robert Loring Senior Jean Taylor 5. Alison Whitehead Sophomore Freshman Freshman Sophomore Freshman Sophomore Sophomore Freshman Sophomore Freshman Junior Freshmen: Barbara Tomlinson, June Lucas, Francis Sabota, Anna Brockett, Ernest Lendler, Paul Dickerman, Kathryn Wasilewski, Frieda Imhoff, Janet Hall, Marion Jacobs, Norman Perreault, Mae Gallagher, Mae Simmons, Dorothy Cornwall, Alex Kischkum, Mary Wagner, Virginia Young, Almon Hall, Verna White, Dorothy Ladd, James Shortelle, John Cavadini, Mary Luparia, Gertrude Miller, Bernice LaJoie, Eleanor Pierpont, Ida Levy, Helen Mullen, Anna Windsor, William Tomko, Ethel Wink, Lois Barnes, William Luby, Lillian Brown, Charles McLean, Harry Rogers, Lucy Christoforo, Fannie Romano, Lucy Kolodziej, Raoul Lufbery, Jane Nowotenski, Margaret Tobin, Eleanor Carretta, Harriet Eames, Florence Crookes, Edith Kolin, Dorothy McGuire, Adeline Trigilio, Michael Yakubovich, Mary Chordas, Richard Gadd, Josephine Turner, Irene Chappo, Esther Gaetano, Robert McKeon, Pauline Michals, Stanley Naszezyniec, Edward Williams, Wilbur Young. Sophomores: Varley Bingham, Alison Whitehead, Sylvia Hall, Julius Kristan, Charles Bellows, Myron Malanchuk, Sylvia Blakeslee, Julia Posluszny, Alice Bradford, George Sawtelle, Marie Pelizza, Orba Rubelmann, Statia Dembiczak, Mary Jasinski, Elsie Gelblum, John Heath, Sylvia Mattaboni, Mildred Anderson, Louis Isakson, Russell Jeffords, Helen Alfr.no, Charles Ailing, Josephine DiPhilippi Marion Bullock, Tillie Papoosha, John Hayes, Nellie Gwist, Winona Stearns Thomas Cullen, Mary Kelenosy, Loretta O’Connell, Sylvia Tafeen, Eunice Munson, Helen Hausman, Claude Tremper, Mildred Hassell, Abe Landsman, Pierce Noble, Helen Kolin, Robert Henry, Margaret Hotchkiss, Loretta Sittnick, Corinne Fuller, Joseph Bucior, Philip Germain, Rose B rbuto, Jennie Maseychik, Lucy Rossi, Mary Lawless, Herbert Magee, Marguerite Parmelee, Norman Barnes, Mildred Parsed. Juniors: Frances Nearing, Jean Taylor, Archibald Prisk, Sherman Squire, Esther Keer, Joseph Naczi, Isobel Skoczon, Michael Cholefsky, Barbara North, Ruth Kelman, Pauline Cohen, Charlotte Offen, James Moran, Peter Jasinski, Rose Sitnitsky, Maizie Harrison, Burford Kimberly, Patricia Palmer, John Talbot, Joanne Stiles, Kenneth Kumnick, Dorothy Maziaz, Dorothy Bahner, Wesley Gadd, Leslie Prowse, Barbara Rutherford, Salvatore Glaviano, Philip Atwood, John Porto, Thomas Fanning, Thomas Lockert, Statia Pyskaty, Helen Toth, Harold Granucci, Lois Dunn, Lillian Moshier. Seniors: Lydia Hall, Robert Loring, Madelyn Reynolds, Maurice Foulkes, Doris Walker, Robert Boyd, Andrew Kovach, Eloise Fritz, Albert Payne, Madeline Clark, Lillian Malchiodi, Johanna Manfreda, Rose Pascale, Edna Wheeler, Frank Ball, Donald Brandt, Beatrice Cass, Clotilde Brazeau, Natalie Read, Edna Bailey, Rose Deroy, Carmela Brancato, Dorothy Doolittle, Frank Barker, Jacob Landsman, Dennison MacDonald, Andrew Gresto, Mary Simuline, Dorothy Smith, May Ulbrich, Anna Urban, Alfred Bradford, Charles Bukowski, Carol Butterworth, Jean Watson, Raymond Reiske, Anthony Barbuto, Anna Williams, Carl Bailey, Paul Beauchamp, Helen Green, May Bercier, Alyce Greenwood, William Brown, Rose Tartaglia, Frank Yasensky.16 THE CHRONICLE What Some of the Class of ’32 are Doing The following members of the class of ’32 are studying at other schools: Elizabeth Ailing, Mary Burnham’s School, Northampton, Massachusetts; Louis Bartek, Panama, preparing for West Point; Hannah Boyarsky, Junior College, Bridgeport; Stanley Brockett, Connecticut Agricultural College; Frances Budleski, Harriet Higgins, and Edith Munson, Skidmore College; Gerald Cooper, Aurora College, Aurora, Illinois; Evelyn Cotteral, Goddard School, Barre, Vermont; Christina Dickerman, Simmons College; Robert Eame' University, Worcester, Massachusetts; Raymond Fritz, Bay 1 .titute, Springfield, Massachusetts; Orten Gadd, Harvard; Marguerite Green and Lillian Patterson, Sargent’s School of Physical Education, Boston; Francis Granucci, Yale; John Griffin, Dartmouth; Carl Jacobson, Rigger College, Trenton, New Jersey; Norman Kelman, Wesleyan; Wrynn Prior, Hopkins Grammar School, New Haven; William Riordan, Ford-ham ; Fred Shipke, Arnold College, New Haven; Kirtland Todd, Middlebury College, Middlebury, Vermont; John Wigh, St. Thomas Seminary, Hartford; Marshall Cass, Florida Military Institute; Aurora Cote, Loretta Ranney, Jennie Stupakevich, Florence Turner, and Anna Unger, New Haven Normal School; Esther Staples, Washington State Normal School, Machias, Maine; Gladys Dobson, Laurel Business School; Catherine Hoffman, Sylvia Loomis, Bernard Sabo, and Marianna Tartaglia, Stone’s Business College; Anna Van Denburgh, Junior College, Springfield, Massachusetts; Lillian Green, Eleanor Raymond, and Genevieve Tutak are training at the Meriden Hospital; and Marie Sweeney, the United Hospital, Portchester, New York. Dorothy Applegate and Mary Sabota are ployed at Choate School; Bessie Balassa and Helen Kovi, Grant’s; arion Brown, nursemaid in Middletown; Alice Daly and Margar- T'r”'Tor, Woolworth’s; Janet Fabian, Fabian School of Dancing; Ro. -assell, employed in New York City; Marie Hax, employed in Meriden ; Jeanette Ives, International Silver Factory P; Ann Landow, Manhattan Cleaners and Dyers; Mary Maslowski, Kennedy’s; George Groobert, Rubin’s Men Shoppe; Edward Lanzoni, Borough Electric Works; James McDonough, Factory P; Gabriel Nutile, in business with his father; John Reilly, Chance Volt Company, Hartford; Olga Schellinger, Bossidy Dry Cleaners; Julia Shapiro, Watrous’s; Evelyn Toelle and Michael Wasilewski, Judd’s.THE CHROHIC1.E 17 FACULTY We wish to welcome the new members of the faculty to Lyman Hall High School. Miss Edna Wilcox, teacher of home economics, comes to us from Guilford, Connecticut. She formerly taught in Bradford, Vermont. Miss Dorothy Martin, who comes from Stetsonville, Wisconsin, where she taught in the Mellen High School, is our new commercial teacher. SENIOR PICNIC On October 3, the seniors held a picnic at Wharton Brook Park. Games, hot dogs, and toasted marshmallows made the time happy for all who attended. HALLOWE’EN PARTY On October 27, the first party for the freshmen was given by their elderly classmates, the sophomores, who proved to be delightful hosts. Dancing, games, fortune telling, and refreshments made the time pass all too quickly. Prizes for costumes were awarded to Muriel Davis, Miss Wilcox, and Miss Chalker. SENIOR DANCE On Friday evening, November 4, the Senior Dance was held in the “gym,” which was attractively decorated with purple, white, green, and yellow. Randy’s Rhythm Ramblers furnished the music for dancing. Ice cream and cookies were served during the intermission. The work for the dance was carried on under the following chairmen of committees: inv tions, Helen Green; refreshments, Eloise Fritz; orchestra, Charles gsland; and decorations, Frank Barker. RESHMAN TEA On the afternoon of November 30th, the freshmen entertained their mothers with a program and tea. After the freshman president had welcomed the guests, an interesting play, One Gift Above Another, was presented. Mr. Earley then spoke for a brief time about levels of satisfaction. The Freshman Orchestra and the High School Band played several selections. There was also a trumpet solo followed by accordian and harmonica selections.18 THE CHRONICLE JUNIOR PLAY On November 17 and 18, the Junior Class successfully staged the play, The Middle Years. Frances Nearing as Deborah Fairlee, the mother of Patricia and Thomas, captivated the audience with her dignified and commanding manner. Ameil Brunye as Mr. Fairlee made an ideal husband and father. Dorothy Bahner as Patricia and John Griffin as Thomas were certainly typical modern children and are to be commended for their fine acting. Esther Keer as Stella, the maid, and John Talbot as Joe Higgins, Stella’s lover, provided much laughter throughout the play, their Irish dialect leaving nothing to be desired. Margaret Dalton, a friend of the Fairlees, played by Barbara Read, kept the audience wondering what she would do next. Horace Underhill portrayed by George Backes was a perfect gentleman breaking all the ladies’ hearts. John Goff as Jim Olmstead, the young lover of Patricia Fairlee, kept the audience guessing how he would capture the heart of the pretty but quick-tempered Patricia. Barbara North, Margaret Dalton’s maid, and Wesley Gadd, the ticket agent, did their parts well. All who helped make this presentation a success are to be congratulated. JUNIOR COLLEGE CLUB At the first meeting of the Junior College Club the following officers were elected: president, Lydia Hall; chairman of Social Committee, Madelyn Reynolds; secretary-treasurer, Charlotte Offen. The second meeting was held November 15 at Patricia Palmer’s home. The discussion centered about the topic, “What Kind of College is Best?” Augusta Williams and Margaret Naczi, students at the New Haven Normal School, talked in a very interesting manner on their school and satisfied the curiosity of girls considering normal school as a means of advancing their education. Charlotte Offen, Secretary LIBRARY CLUB At the first meeting of the Library Club held at the high school on November 8, the following officers were elected: president, Eloise Fritz; secretary, Phyllis Merian; and chairman of the Social Committee, Mary Ryan. Phyllis Merian, Secretary LIBRARY NOTES There have been over fifty new books added to the book report list— essays, biographies, and fiction. Some of them are Warner’s Life’s Minor Collisons and Surprising the Family; Leacock’s Literary Lapses; Studley’s Learning to Fly for the Navy; George and Gilman’s Groiv Up to Fly and Air Men and Wings; Barrie’s Margaret Ogilvy and Marie Grand Duchess’s Education of a Princess.THE CHRONICLE 19 To the freshman book list have been added Bennett’s Master Skylark; Gollomb’s That Year at Lincoln High; Meader’s The Black Buccaneer; and Wallace’s Ungaro. Boh. We wish to thank Helen Alfano for Stevenson’s Kidnapped, Mr. Goss for Post and Gatty’s book Around the World in Eight Days, and James’s The Lone Cowboy; and Charlotte Offen for Barber’s Connecticut Historical Collections entered according to the Act of Congress in the year 1838 by John W. Barber and A. Willard in the clerk’s office of the district court of Connecticut. AUDITORIUM PROGRAMS October 14 A sketch was presented by representatives from our Student Council, Chronicle, and Athletic Association, who explained the work of these student activities, asking in each case for the cooperation of the entire Student Body. The members of the cast were Frances Nearing, John Goff, Dorothy Bahner, Herbert Houson, Lydia Hall, John Griffin, Beatrice Cass, Uria Fishbein, Mary Choppo, and Richard Barry. October 21 Miss Stallman gave an interesting talk entitled Our Bodies as Machines. Miss Chamberlain delightfully sang, Sylvia, All to Myself, and A Fish. October 27 Freshmen from Miss Reid’s civic classes presented a play, Tobin’s Palm, an 0. Henry story. Between the acts Andrew Kovach accompanied by Dorothy Bahner played violin selections. November 1 Miss Beatrice Weiler, an interesting cartoonist-lecturer, who was with us last year, returned to give another of her very delightful programs. November 8 John Gurney, a baritone singer from the National Music League, gave an excellent program of classical and semi-classical songs. November 14 The Realm of Imagination, a play written and directed by Miss Mitchell, was an inspiration to students who find no “life” in books. The parts of the book characters and students were very well portrayed by Billy Bartek, Jiggs Bellows, Edna Bailey, Alice Farren, Johanna Manfreda, Mary Evon, Albert Payne, Randall Ives, and George Hal-ligan. November 23 Prizes for the Junior Play posters were awarded to Wesley Gadd, first prize; George Bonyai, second prize; and Howard Deming, third prize. An interesting Thanksgiving Day play was given by some of our seniors: Lydia Hall, Mrs. Mullens; Marjorie Hall, Priscilla; Albert Payne, John Alden; and Herbert Houson, Miles Standish. Philip Germain and Paul Kristan played violin selections. Miss Wilcox was in charge of the program.LYMAN HALL HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM Front Row—(left to right) Gayer, R. Boyd, DiFranco, Cherry, Capt. Barry, Ball, Huskes, Francis, J. Boyd Second Row—Shortelle, Sunday, Porto, Williams, Tully, Borghi, Larese, Landsman, Atwood, Olmsted Third Row—Talbot, Kristan, O’Reilly, Lockert, Jasinski, Heath, Granucci, Bartek, Jeffords Fourth Row—Manager Ferri, Craig, Mullen, McKinstry, McAvoy, Coach Fernald, Piper, Gawrych, Shapiro, Canelli, Ass’t Manager Stupakevich THE CHRONICLETHE CHRONICLE 21 % ATHLETICS LYMAN HALL 0 STRATFORD 12 Using a green team and a new system, originated at Notre Dame, Lyman Hall was defeated in its first game of the season against Stratford. LYMAN HALL 0 WILBY 0 Lyman Hall, playing its first home game of the season, showed real power in playing to a scoreless tie with the Brass city eleven. Late in the first quarter Wilby opened an attack which ended on our twenty yard line by virtue of an incomplete pass in the end zone. The Orangemen showed decided improvement over their previous encounter and although greatly outweighed displayed a more powerful offensive. Throughout the entire game the two elevens battled on even terms, and neither team made much of a threat. This contest marked the beginning of football relationship with Wilby High School of Waterbury. LYMAN HALL 15 SHELTON 0 Lyman Hall made its first victory of the season against Shelton High School. At the beginning of the second half Lyman Hall took the ball and by straight line smashes took the ball about forty yards for a touchdown. Later Huskes caught a pa s and ran for a touchdown. Captain Barry placed kicked the extra point. LYMAN HALL 6 MILFORD 18 Lyman Hall virtually lost its title hopes in the Milford game on our own field. Milford scored her first touchdown late in the second period by recovering a fumble in mid-air and racing thirty yards for a score. Her attempt at a drop-kick failed. The first half ended 6-0 in favor of the visitors. In the second half Milford tallied twice more and the score became 18-0. Late in the final period Lyman Hall, trying desperately to score, opened up a passing attack. After several tries Barry landed a pass in the arms of Di Franco, who then raced twenty yards to score. Captain Barry’s place-kick missed the mark. The game ended shortly afterwards.22 THE CHRONICLE LYMAN HALL 7 DERBY Li Although we showed a stronger offensive and better defensive power, Lyman Hall was defeated by a powerful Derby team in the last home game of the season. LYMAN HALL 0 BRANFORD 2 By virtue of a blocked Lyman Hall kick from behind its own goal line in the second period, Branford gained a margin of victory over Lyman Hall. Except for a Branford drive in the first few minutes, the first period was a kicking duel between Porto and Sokolosky. In the second period the opponents made a drive from their forty-five yard line to Lyman Hall’s two yard marker. Here the Lyman Hall line held Branford and received the ball on downs. On the next play Porto’s kick was blocked, and Branford was granted a safety which gave them two points. The rest of the game was a kicking contest between the two teams. Branford wras the stronger team making five first downs to Lyman Hall’s three. No great gains could be made through the line of either team. Some of the freshmen believe that Shakespeare wrote Omelet, All's Well That Gets There, Late Summer Love, and Love's Harbor Lost. Miss Quint: “Give an example of a complex sentence?” Louis Gianotti: “The monkey who was old looked like you.” He can’t be honest! Says he deals in furs and hides. If he were honest, he wouldn’t have to hide. ExchangeTHE CHRONICLE 23 Proud Mother: “Now Herbert has lost his job, he’ll be able to practice his saxophone all day.” Visitor (from flat above) : “We never realize how bad the depression is until it is brought home to us.” Exchange A man walked into a hat shop. “I’ve just lost a bet,” he said, “and I want a soft hat.” The salesman selected a hat from the shelf behind him and handed it to the prospective customer with the remark: “This is the softest hat we have.” The customer looked disturbed. “What I want,” he said, “is something very tender. I’ve got to eat it.” Exchange In History E. Fritz (giving a report) : “The Arab women wore dresses with low cut necks that fell to their feet.” HOW THE MOVIES RECEIVED THEIR NAMES 1. The All American—L. H. H. S. Football Team 2. Stranger In Town—Donald Brandt 3. The First Year—The Freshmen 4. Blonde Venus—Alice Sheehy 5. The Big Broadcast—Francis Shortelle 6. The Mad Genius—Dennison MacDonald 7. The Shanghai Express—The North Haven Trolley Car 8. Two Against the World—Dick Barry and Pete Flower 9. Prosperity—Jake Tafeen 10. Turn to the Right—Student Council Members 11. The Man Who Came Back—George Mansolf 12. So This Is Paris—Mr. Torrey 13. Runnin’ Wild—Students after Class Dismissal 14. Daddy Long Legs—Mr. Patten 15. The Phantom President—Johnny Boyd Teacher: “What do you consider the greatest achievement of the Romans?” Pupil: “Speaking Latin!” Exchange24 THE CHRONICLE Lesson in Grammar “What do you do with a noun, Thomas?” asked the teacher. “Decline it, sir.” “And what do you do with a verb?” “Congratulate it.” Exchange After the Election Judd: “I’knew a fellow once that was postmaster under Wilson, but he lost his job when the next president was elected.” Miss Stevenson : “Well, he’ll probably get the job now that a democrat is in again. What’s his name?” Judd: “It was my father.” It is comfortable to know that we aren’t the only ones who have attacks of stage fright. At his high school graduation exercises Mark Twain was about to deliver these lines, “When Greece in suppliance bent.” The budding orator arose, terror in his heart, a lump in his throat, and a trembling in his knees. Three times he said, “When Greece her knees—” but could get no further. Finally his teacher said, “Don’t give up, Sam; grease her knees again, and she’ll make it.” Exchange A Chronicle reporter included the following in his report of an auditorium program: “Mr. Earley made some announcements and was heard in violin and piano selections.” Pete (translating Latin) : “And all the dead ones passed away—” Exchange Aunt: “You’re homesick.” Ronald: “No, I’m not. I’m here sick.” ExchangeWhen Selecting a School CHOOSE THE BEST Our courses are for High School and College Graduates MOODY SCHOOL 25 ARCH ST. NEW BRITAIN, CONN. NEWS ITEMS Miss Harriet Buffum, Class of '28 Lyman Hall and 1932 Vassar, is now a student at the Moody School in New Britain. 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