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

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12 THE CHRONICLE i Who Me? Who me? I'm not afraid, but still Some things do my heart with terror fill; Phantom footsteps who what's behind me? One quick glance and no one there. See!! Over-hanging trees, inky skies, few stars, An urge to whistle, well, only a few bars, Blustery weather, these rustling leaves Or was that leaves? One look my fear relieves. Who me? I’m not really scared and yet I'm not anxious by goblins or ghosts to be met; A shrill scrccch the wind, of course; But, then, has the wind such awful force? Hair on end — thoughts of mystery thrillers! Those gruesome, adventurous, horrow-fillers! A dark stretch ahead, and no street light, Be-gloved hands, hence no nails to bile. Who me? I'm not easily frightened, except Surely, something has beside me crept!! Chattering teeth and quaking knees are not for me; Those are left for “fraidy-cats”, you see. There’s nothing so stirring as a twelve o'clock walk; But if you don’t mind, I’ll walk and stalk At twelve o’clock; yes, at noon in the sun; Don’t you think (Oh, I’m sure!!) it’s much more fun? Betty Davitt, ’37

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THE CHRONICLE 11 Follow Your Hobby Hobbies are many and varied. A large number, however, deal with collecting perhaps stamps, coins, arrowheads, old furniture, or books. From these hobbies one may gain valuable information as well as a great deal of enjoyment. Take each hobby separately. On stamps there are pictured maps, statesmen, lawyers, generals, and politicans. Maps help one in geography and history. If you are interested in art, you may, also, wish to collect stamps, for on stamps you will find reproductions of well-known pieces of art. Coins tell the history of many countries. In the early days of our country coins were marked in pounds, shillings, and pennies; now dollars and cents are used. Through this, one sees how the United States was a British possession and now a separate country. Coins are also issued in honor of the anniversaries of cities and states. Arrowheads show us where the various Indian tribes lived. Thus we are able to follow the migration of a tribe from the Atlantic Coast to the far West. There are many different types of arrowheads, and one is always pleased when he finds a new one. Old furniture takes us back to the early times in this country or even back to the early European countries. By collecting furniture one sees how styles have gradually changed from what are now antiques to the most modernistic pieces. Books delight many people. First editions are always sought by book collectors. Through the collecting of books one becomes interested in the authors and learns a great deal about their best works. Hobbies, as well as being instructive as shown throughout this article, are sometimes remunerative. A great many stamps and coins bring high prices. Some day you may need some money; if you have a hobby, you will probably be able to get it. Then, too, there is the enjoyment of your hobby. When you grow old, a hobby will help pass many otherwise dreary hours, and you will be glad you started one when you were young. Also when you are sick, you are more than willing to turn to your hobby. Follow your hobby, and you will always be happy, whether in prosperity, poverty, loneliness, or sickness. Bobert Thompson, ’39

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THE CHRONICLE 13 Tramp Meets Tramp On a windy November night a group of hungry knights and a few ladies of the road gathered around a bright fire near the railroad track and ate greedily of canned beans. As Mike, one of the younger men in the band leaned forward to get some dessert (more beans), he noticed a girl shivering on the edge of the 4 jungle” in a ragged hat and coat, staring longingly at the fire and the food. “Hey you,” he called, “come in and join us. Matthews has just laid a cheery fire in the open fireplace, and the fourth course will be served presently. 1 was just having some beans a la can. Want some?” “Well, my stomach has been craving company for a couple of days,” she admitted laughingly, as she came eagerly toward the fire. The others glanced up, grunted some greeting, and began to ply their forks more vigorously to make up for lost time. Mike watched the girl as she ate, thinking of how pretty she looked in the flickering light. When she had finished, they moved a short distance from the rest and sat down to talk. “I’m known among the Four Hundred as Mike Davis,” he said, grinning at her. “What’s your handle?” She laughed and answered with an aloof air, “I’m listed in the Blue Book as Barbara Crane, sir.” “Well, the Vanderbilts would never recognize you in that rig,” he said, as he looked critically at her battered attire. “And you’re no model for Esquire yourself,” she retorted, returning the inspection. They chattered gaily for a while, and then suddenly Mike grew serious, saying, “This life doesn’t suit you. Why are you here?” “Why is anybody?” she answered evasively. “1 lost my job and had to move on; so — here I am.” “But you don’t belong —” “But I’m here and that’s that,” she interrupted curtly. “Shall we change the subject?” They talked for an hour or two, exchanging experiences, and then parted to join their respective groups for the night. For several days Mike and Barbara travelled along with a few others, hopping freights when they could, walking the rest of the time. As the train drew into Chicago, Mike said reluctantly, “Here’s where I get off, Bob. Got some business to attend to.” “Why, how nice!” exclaimed Barbara. “I intend to stop here, too. I’ve always wanted to see Chicago.”