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

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XXIV. THE CHRONICLE. (Elaas Sag Numbers PRESIDENT’S ADDRESS We, the class of 1918, extend you a cordial welcome. Four years have now passed since we entered the high school. During this time we have spent many pleasant days, around which the fondest memories will ever cling and of which we can only think with a tear of regret that they have passed so soon. Our first three years were spent in hard work, yet we had plenty of time for play; many little incidents taking place which we shall remember for many years to come. The dawn of our fourth year found our beloved country at war. Then, with true patriotism, our work and our play together carried with them the effect of our love and admiration for the Stars and Stripes, that dear emblem of liberty, fraternity and equality. Like the rose, life is full of thorns. Yet if we try hard their needle points can be avoided. So, let us enjoy these last few hours while we still have them with us; let us see if we cannot make this night the happiest of our high school course. Friends, you who have taken such an interest in our work, to you these exercises may recall the time when you passed thru the same ordeal. We ask you then to hear us patiently and criticize charitably while we endeavor to amuse you; for our only wish is that you may be amply repaid for your attendance and attention. Should you find a few grains, worthy of note, we trust you will be liberal with your admiration. We know no words which would emphasize too strongly our indebtedness to you who conferred upon us the honor of being the first class to graduate from this beautiful building. No matter into what stage of Life we enter now or later, we shall always look back with pride and thankfulness to the taxpayers whose generosity and the committee whose diligence made the building of this school possible. Again, the class extends its most hearty and sincere welcome to all who have assembled to witness the program for the evening. Welcome parents, teachers, friends, thrice welcome, is the greeting of the class of 1918. Cyril Cass ’i8 CLASS HISTORY “Backward, turn backward O Time, in thy flight ” The class of 1918 asks you to turn back to the many and illustrious events of four fleeting years. One wonderful September morning of the year 1914 a troop, one hundred twenty-nine strong, we climbed to the dear old building on the hill. Filled to the brim with excitement, we took our places as Freshmen sqprcely noticed by our sister class, the Juniors, or their majesties, the Seniors. In fact, we were quite free from annoyances throughout the year in that we had the building practically to ourselves from one to four-thirty in the afternoon. Having no one to lead us into mischief, we passed through this first year— a model class. Our social and class affairs were so few that we found no necessity for class organization.

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Name Significance of name Leonard, C. Pure Leonard, E. Defender of happiness Loomis Star of the sea Manfreda Star of the sea Markowitz Head of a house McNulty • Dim-sighted O’Neil Pure Parker Willow Pinsker Heard by God Roper Born at the break of day Rosene Pleasure Rundle, C. Maiden Rundle, L Sheehy Star of the sea Rushworth Lovable Squires Pleasure Steele Warrior Ulbrich Abounding in peace Vogel Son of the right hand Wallace A princess Welch The gracious gift of God Wooding Light Character • Pet Phrase Obliging y “Oh, boy!” Angelic? “Nice people” Accommodating “I should worry” Loquacious “Got your report » yet? Shrewd “Here it is” Even ‘‘Isn’t he swell?” Sweet “Ye gods” Dreamy “Ask him?” Keen- “I came to collect” Tactful- “It’s weird” Frank “Ding it” Varied - “Not on your life” Changeable “A razz” Calm- “Any time” Moony “I’m not going to tell you” Worried “It’s the worst thing” Smoky « “Give us a nickel” Dependable “Gee whizz!” Funny We don’t care to repeat it Solemn “I haven’t done I my French yet” Admirable “You are not with us” Pious “No, you shouldn’t do that” Chief interest Bugbear Margaret Wallaces Lunches in shorthand class Socialism Latin Welch's grape fruit Dishing ice cream His looks Math. Fancy work Ouija boards Watching the Dock (er) Raspberry sundaes Neatness Walks Commuting Meriden Hatchi’s special Farming Graduation presents Sleigh rides Home on the farm How did they ever graduate? Bookkeeping We should worry The faculty Trotted through H. Kratzke Ingenuity Frivolity On her German Girls Study Shorthand Hatchi’s Clothes Reading electric meters Red Cross flags Speed tests Movies Peanut hunts Meriden Arms English “Mud Guards Efficiency Being witty That fraction Make up work A man (?) Translating French Courtesy On his weight Sweetness Merit Camouflage On his pompadour Meekness Endeavor Close shave We wonder With a dictionary Pity of faculty Wheeled thru Blushed thru Punctuality H X W n X o X I—I n r w x X

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THE CHRONICLE. XXV. We haven’t forgotten, however, the hike to Mount Carmel, headed by Mr. Stack and how some of our more adventurous members tried to solve the mysteries of the ‘‘Old Leather Man’s Cave.” The following spring, we hiked to West Peak. After a lunch, we remember because of its good substantial points, we climbed to Castle Craig. Many of our party, not satisfied that our day had been long enough, stayed for dancing in the evening. So the year flew by and we were Sophomores. So proud of our new cognomen that we hardly knew how best to show it, we early in the year elected class officers: President, John Leonard ; Vice-President, Anna Pendleton; Secretary, Edmund Leonard; Treasurer, James Kelly. Class pins were ordered and soon there was scarcely a Soph who was not proudly displaying the mark of ’18 not only in numerals but also in pranks which seemed to be the order of the day. Who can forget the brightness of some of the members of our class who liberally filled the ink wells with carbide ? Who will forget circus day in our town and how much more circus manoeuvers appealed to us than routine work ? The year drew quickly to a close with us hardly realizing that we had reached another milestone in our journey and were to be ranked as Juniors. With a just pride in our classification as upper classmen, we began to plan to live up to the standard set for us. Under the direction of our principal, Mr. Mayhew, events quickly shaped themselves. Early in the fall the laying of the corner stone of our new high school was announced. Our class marched as a unit of the High School organization. We wonder if we need to say more. Did any one say rain? It seemed as if it couldn’t have stormed harder. In spite of the downpour, however, our enthusiasm was not dampened. We then realized that we were spending our last year on the hill and could look forward happily to the early completion of the new high school. Early in the fall a dramatic club was formed and about the same time the Washington Club, which was to include members of the upper classes. Dances were held at intervals to increase the funds for the trip and in May the play, “Mr. Bob,” was given. From the amount cleared from this, the proposed trip seemed to become more of a reality. In the meantime means had to be provided for the annual Prom for the Seniors. Green Stockings” was finally given, coached by Miss Morrisey and Mr. Curran and the Prom, too, became a surety. It was held in the Armory and we all had a good time. Our Senior guests realized that even if our funds were low, we knew how to entertain. The climax of Junior events was our trip to Maine. Lucky, indeed, were those fortunate enough to be included in the membership of the Club at the end of the year. TTie sights of Boston, the exciting trip by boat from Boston to Portland, beautiful Portland, and its places of historic interest will surely never be forgotten by us as we saw them for the first time. With almost a sigh, we returned to our homes for the remainder of the vacation and looked eagerly forward to the new building and all it held in store for us. At last we had arrived at the final stage of our high school journey, we were Seniors—proud, happy Seniors. With what pride we entered the new building and with what expectancy we looked forward to our graduation—-the first in our new high school. Hardly had we settled down to the routine of school work when, like a bomb exploding in our midst, we heard of the resignation of our principal,