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

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COLLEGE CLUB

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THE CHRONICLE. I. CLASS OFFICERS President—Rosamond Burke. Secretary—Martha Bassett. Treasurer—Henry Norton. (Eluna fttnttn Never B flat, sometimes B sharp, always B natural (HlauH SUmurr American Beauty Rose (Elaaa (Enlnra Red and White CLASS POEM At the first great bend in life’s long road we stand; Our hearts do swell with heartfelt joyousness. The future stretches forth a helping hand, For now we choose our way to happiness. The road is somewhat dark we must confess; We know not where or what the dangers are— Our hopes are high, too high to dare repress, So even that cannot our future mar. A joy which simple words can ne’er express, Will greater still in after years return. When thoughts of school come thronging back afresh, And old remembrances within us burn. The many lessons which we had to learn, Though we rebelled, and often times did shirk, Will all come back to make us long and yearn, When childish carefree days give place to work. The school which from the depths our minds did raise, Can never in our estimation fall. The pleasures which we had in our school days, Will he to us most gladsome to recall. If untold riches would come al our call. We'd need still more than all the world could yield, To pay the debt we owe to Lyman Hall, Whose love will ever in our hearts be sealed. Marion Downey ’20

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THE CHRONICLE. III. E 13 I T O RIAL After weathering many a storm and encountering frequent delays the good ship Chronicle has at last come to port from its fourth voyage. Altogether the trip has been a successful one, for if others have derived any pleasure from our offerings, we feel that we have, indeed, found that coveted treasure—success. W e, the crew, wish to thank all those who have aided us in any way in our undertaking, and all those pupils, alumni and faculty, who have helped us in our work. And now, farewell, for we, the hardened crew, must give up our beloved ship to new hands. Our work is henceforth on broader seas but we will always watch the Chronicle thru its future journeys and will help it all we can. We hope that each succeeding crew will continue to enlarge and improve our Chronicle and we wish them all the best of success during the years to come. SALUTATORY Friends, in behalf of the class of 1920, may I extend to you a hearty welcome to these, our graduation exercises. For four years we have been preparing for this night and now the time has come when we can receive the final reward for our labors. During these years we. have worked hard, but we have played hard, too, and the spirit of '20 has never been lacking in school affairs. Now like a great moth, emerging from its cocoon to a world of life and beauty, we are emerging from our school life, expectant, eager to know what is ahead of us. For in the future, we hope to do great things. To signify our high aims and ideals we have chosen for our class colors—red and white, the red symbolizing strength and the white, purity. To-night, we stand before you in all the strength and purity gained from our school and home training, and some of us for the first lime have realized the sense of gratitude we should feel toward those who have made this training possible. We are glad to have you here to-night to listen to the messages of our hearts. We only ask that some one of these thoughts may strike a sympathetic note in your hearts. So, once again, parents, friends, teachers, members of the school board, underclassmen, all—we bid you welcome! Muriel Lee ’20 THE STORY OF WALLINGFORD I am going to tell you a story—not one that is known throughout the world, not one that is known throughout the nation, not one that is known throughout the state, yet one that is dear to the hearts of all of us. It is not a story of fame, brilliant achievement, or world heroism, but of the pure lives of simple men and women, of obscure pure lives, noble deeds of local, but not the less heroic, heroes. In the year 1669, the site of Wallingford was a wilderness, infested with savages and overrun with wild beasts. What courage it took to brave these dangers and to found a settlement! Yet, in the year 1670. 250 years ago, nearly a hundred brave souls were found who were willing to build their homes on this spot. They named the settlement Wallingford in memory of one of the towns in old England. It was necessary to build the homes