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

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10 THE CHRONICLE Contentment A warm nook, An open book, A deep armchair, A murmured prayer. Money to live, Some to give, A friend to trust, Strange hands’ glad thrust. Moments of travel, Seeing new tales unravel, Hours of gladness. Few of sadness. A cheerful home, Not urging one to roam, A radio, good music, acting, Foreign ideas contacting.

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THE CHRONICLE 9 Richard Halliburton On Friday evening, November 20, about one thousand persons — men, women, and high-school pupils - - crowded our auditorium to over-capacity to hear a delightful and captivating lecture by Richard Halliburton, famous adventurer, traveler, writer, and lecturer. It could hardly be called a lecture, as Mr. Halliburton himself said, “A lecture is generally thought of as concerning religion, politics, or ethics. My talk was none of these, but only a story to see how far from Wallingford I could take you in an hour and a half.” Mr. Halliburton succeeded very well in his objective, for everyone present was fascinated and pleased at his forceful presentation, which subtly enlivened by humor expressed in a unique way his trip across the Alps on an elephant and his jaunt to Persia in his “Flying Carpet.” First we went to school with him. He hated arithmetic, he told us; his pet subject was history, and he all but ate his history books. He once read about a man named Hannibal. Hannibal, it seems, did the astounding feat of crossing the Alps on the back of an elephant. This man, who was then a mere youth, said to himself, “Why can’t I cross the Alps on the back of an elephant?” And so he did. Mr. Halliburton told the audience about the hardships, the dangers, and the problems of such a deed. The ease with which he related his tales was most pleasing. Later Mr. Halliburton read somewhere about a magic carpet on which rode a beautiful Persian princess. Even here, he was undaunted. He bought an airplane, painted it in gaudy colors, and named it “The Flying Carpet.” With it he set out for Persia in search of a beautiful princess, a most beautiful Persian princess. The thrilling accounts of his experiences with his “magic carpet” were all absorbed by his attentive audience. Interesting sidelights on this speaker may be told by Edward Pautenis, one of the freshman editors of the Afternoon News. Pautenis was the fortunate reporter who was delegated to interview Halliburton for the News and to whom the speaker gave generously of his time after the lecture. To the Ladies' Library and Reading Room Association, who sponsored Mr. Halliburton's coming to us, we give our thanks for a thoroughly delightful evening. Stanley Rellows, ’37

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THE CHRONICLE 11 Memories to treasure, Adventures to measure, Dreams to keep, Awake or asleep. I lappiness, security, Past, futurity, Contentment, joy, No mere toy. Betty Davitt, ’37 Born to “Touch” Dick Malone and Dave Ityder, juniors at Harvard, were roommates, much to Dick’s despair; for Dave was considered the campus affliction. When he was seen approaching, every one gathered his prize possessions and ran for cover. As you will see, Dave was a born “toucher ; he'd “touch you for anything and everything you had if you got within his reach. Why, in his younger days, he was even known to borrow his grandmother’s false teeth so that he might impress the little girl next door. Do you wonder then that Dick thought Lady Luck had frowned heavily upon him? When we first meet these congenial roommates in their rooms, Dave is running true to form, as might be expected. “Dick, be a sport and lend me a buck, will you? My allowance is gone and I promised Elsie I’d take her to a movie tonight, and you know' Elsie. She’d raise rim if 1 backed out. I’ll give it back to you Monday, sure.” “Here, here,” Dick fumed, pushing a bill at him. “Anything to get you out of my hair! Borrow-borrow-borrow'! I’ll bet you’ll borrow somebody’s heart trouble to die with!” “That’s a good idea, m’boy,” Dave called back, as he went down the stairs three at a time. “I’ll give it my careful consideration.” The next evening, the night of the weekly dance, Dave asked Dick hesitantly how much money he had. “I’ve exactly two dollars antf eighteen cents, and you can’t have a cent of it. I told you last night you couldn’t have any more this week. Now scram.” “Well, then won’t you please lend ine the car for a little while? The girl I’m going with lives a couple of miles from here. I’ll be only a few minutes. Please, Dick, just this once.” “Oh, all right. But you be back in twenty minutes or else I’m taking Mary Fleming, and she doesn’t live on the grounds either; so step on it.” “I’ll be back in a jiffy, Dick. Thanks a lot; you’re a real pal. “Yeh, a real fall guy,” muttered Dick to himself.