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

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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.

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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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12 THE CHRONICLE Well, who’s going first?” she asked. “Ladies before gentlemen,” he replied. “Well, here goes!” She started down the hillside, her speed ever increasing. He watched her in amazement! How perfectly at ease she seemed, how skillfully and gracefully she swooped down the slope, how expertly she glided along the snow, like a bird in flight. No wonder she, an expert, had thought his clumsy attempts funny. She must have been brought up on skis. She was now-approaching the bottom of the hill. The slope was leveling off. but she had not yet started to slow down. Ah, but then her skis caught on something and she fell heavily. “Well,” he thought, “even experts fall once in a while.” He waited for her to get up, so he could ski down. She tried to pick herself up, but evidently she couldn’t. Something was the matter! She must be hurt! Quickly he put on his skis and started dowrn the hill. He just had to make it this time. He thought of nothing but her safety. Perhaps she had broken a leg or an arm. Never had it seemed to take so long to ski down the hill, but at last he reached her. “I’ve hurt my leg,” she gasped in pain. “It must be broken, for I can’t move it.” He unfastened her skis and helped her up. She couldn’t stand on the injured foot. “C’mon,” he said, “I’ll carry you.” He picked her up and began to carry her to the nearest farmhouse. “It’s a good thing you’re not veiy heavy,” he said, “or my skis would sink in the snow and it’d be tough going.” They reached the farmhouse, where he telephoned for a doctor. Her leg was only badly wrenched. “Well,” she said, “you made it — without a spill.” Charles Upham, ’39 — o — Night In the stillness of the night I climbed on a moonbeam To the sky And sailed on high among the clouds. I touched tiny twinkling stars Of scarlet and azure and gold. Sparkling fairies round me danced. Gently sprinkling a silvery dust That slowly, slozvly enchanted the air And wove a magic spell of sleep Over the darkened earth. Amelia Pascale, '38