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

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10 THE CHRONICLE it in skiing as this sport requires proficiency in jumps, stops, and turns. When the skier has conquered these requisites, the glitter and beauty of a new life in the winter outdoor will be open to him. “Skiing is easy, but we need to pour over our catalogs and rummage through the numerous sporting goods stores to select good equipment. Poorly made equipment is a severe handicap and often discourages the beginner. Besides a good straightgrained pair of skis and poles, a well-built harness is indispensable. Now as the skier’s speed rapidly increases as he descends from the ridge, the valley below will soon be reached. However, if he should suddenly turn into a whirling cork-screw and find himself rolling in a snow drift, he, as well as the laughing onlookers at the foot of the hill, will have had a good time. Quentin Hoyt, ’38 — o — Winter Set The lacy snow was coming down To form a blanket on the ground. The fir trees with their boughs outspread Received the snow from overhead. The far-off meadows showed at night As the moon bathed them with silv’ry light. Across the fields the fence post stood With a cap of snow like a pointed hood. Looking at this scene at night Fills me with joy and pure delight. Virginia Adinolfi, ’38 “Honesty Is the Best Policy” (A modern George Washington) Tom knew that he could wait until after school was dismissed to ask Jimmy about the basketball game; yet something prompted him to ask just one question about the game. He thought it was safe to ask as the teacher’s back was turned. He succeeded in asking the question, but he didn’t receive an answer as the teacher’s sharp ears had heard a voice in the silent room. Very distinctly she said, “Whoever has just spoken, while my back was turned, please raise his hand.” Tom knew that if he raised his hand and admitted the talking, he would

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THE CHRONICLE 9 islands highly enjoyed the situation. Since they had had experience with Becky’s tongue lashings, they merely waved as they sped by. Becky slept on the hard ground under the shelter of a few scrubby little bushes. The next morning the boat swooped by — circled around — and stopped within hailing distance. “Did you have a good night?” John Thomas asked cheerfully. “John Thomas, are you out of your mind?” she exploded. “You come right over here and take me off and then you put a clean shirt on !” So — he tossed her some more sandwiches and left her to storm. This went on for three weeks. Becky in desperation turned to weeding the few plants on the island. Soon people going by would call annoyingly, “How is your garden today, Becky?” At home everything seemed to be going awry, but John Thomas wouldn’t give Becky the satisfaction of knowing he wasn’t doing too well without her. At last she promised to behave. John Thomas, thereafter Tom. took her home, and it is said that they lived happily ever after, but no one ever forgets to inquire for her garden. And so the story goes until this day. Jf.ax Morrison, ’38 The King of Winter Sports Let the snow come, for wherever there is snow, skiing is hailed as the king of winter sports. Before we join the crowd on Neighbor Jones’s hill, let’s stop awhile to learn what this fever is all about. Shortly after one of our recent snow falls I was skiing along the tip-top ridge of the highest hill in town. As I stopped to look off through the clear cold morning air to the distant hills beyond, a snow-covered freight train wound its way along the track to the south. Still farther away could he seen a rushing, prosperous city with ships upon its sparkling harbor. As the sun rose higher, I felt as though I were a little superior to the ordinary walks of life, which went on day in and day out. 1 wondered just why I should at that moment have on my feet a pair of skis. The answer; 1 was afflicted with a fever. About four thousand years ago in Scandinavia, skiing originated as a simple but new form of transportation. In recent years ski fever has spread to thousands of people, who have made it a hobby and favorite pastime. Skiing is a red-blooded sport for all who love the thrills of swooping at breath-taking speed down hills, through narrow trails, and over brooks to the fields below. If you are looking for competition, you will find plenty of

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THE CHRONICLE 11 be forced to stay after school and probably wouldn’t see the game at all. If he did get there, he was sure that he’d be late; therefore he sank down in his seat and pretended to be studying diligently. While sitting there, he felt that he would not enjoy the game as much with that incident bothering his conscience. While all this was going on in his mind, the teacher was still trying to find the offender. When Tom had weighed both sides of the story, he slowly raised his hand. lie was somewhat discouraged when he heard the expected verdict of staying after school. After the class was dismissed, Tom remained alone with the teacher, expecting to get the customary “bawling out,” hut instead the teacher lauded him for telling the truth and dismissed him immediately. Tom went to the basketball game, happy because he had told the truth and because he had a clear conscience. This happening brought to his mind a wise saying, and he found out how much truth there is in the adage, “Honesty is the best policy.” Francis Gannon, ’38 — o — Ski Trails Cross “Well, I’ll make it this time — I hope,” he thought as he started again. He skimmed down the snowy slope, gaining speed every second. He flew past groups of skiers climbing up the hillside. He was going pretty fast. Maybe he could make it this time without taking a spill. But no, he struck a rough spot and lost his balance, making a nose-dive into a snowbank. He picked himself up, brushing the snow from his jacket. “Ha, ha, ha!” giggled someone behind him. “Excuse me, but that was so funny I just couldn't help laughing.” He turned around quickly. It was a girl. She wore a blue snow suit and carried a pair of skis over her shoulder. “I don’t see anything funny about it,” he replied, “and besides, I notice you have quite a little snow on your clothes too.” “I’m sorry,” she said; “please forgive me.” “All right, everything’s forgiven.” “Thanks.” “Are you going back up to the top ?” “Why, yes. I’m going to try my luck.” “Mind if I come along?” he asked. “Why, of course not. I was just wishing for some company.” So they trudged along together, chatting merrily. When they reached the top, they stopped to rest.