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

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4 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, ’33

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THE 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, ’33

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THE 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, ’33