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

Page 23 text:

THE CHRONICLE 13 Coincidence It was recess, and Joan and Judy were discussing the results of the essay contest. The prizes had been given out and Judy was the proud holder of “ticket and all expenses paid” to Hollywood. “Too bad I couldn’t have won the other ticket,” said Joan. “It would have to be Fay. Everyone knows you just don’t hit it off with her. I can’t see what you have against her though.” “We’ll leave it right there, Joan,” responded Judy heatedly, for it burned her up to have Fay discussed. “I have to start packing if I’m to be ready for the morning train. Come along and help me like a nice little girl. I want you to see the new dress I bought. It’s sure to be smarter than any of Fay’s, for the clerk said it was the only one in the city. The packing was finished and Joan was ready to leave. “See you in the morning, Judy. So long,” said Joan. “I do hope she will get along with Fay on the trip,” she pondered as she walked down the hall to her own room. “They are both too nice not to be friendly.” The next morning everyone was gathered at the station for the grand send-off. Fay and Judy were already on board and were waving last good-bys, for the train was off, bound for all points west and Hollywood. The two girls having the same compartment couldn’t last very long without speaking. At last Judy said, “Fay, I want you to see the new dress I bought the other day.” “Why, that’s just what I was going to say,” said Fay, very much surprised that Judy should want her to see anything. Both girls took off their coats at the same time. “Why—!” cried Judy. “Oh—!” cried Fay. Both sat down and rocked with laughter, for they had exactly the same type dresses! Betty Dunn, ’38 — o — King of Storm The snowy down that falls each year in winter’s cold and strife Is God’s gift from heaven above, the giver of all life. Lest we forget He watches all and knows the right from wrong. We should appreciate his work, and hail Him king of storm. Kenneth Buongirno, ’38

Page 22 text:

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

Page 24 text:

14 THE CHRONICLE The Life and Loves of Beethoven On Friday, January 28, a group of music students saw the moving picture, The Life and Loves of Beethoven. I’m sure everyone who saw this picture enjoyed and appreciated it to the utmost. It tells of Beethoven’s love for his pupil, Juliette Guicciardi, who turned him down for a count, and of Therese von Brunswick, for whom he didn’t care too much, but who was willing to give her heart and soul to him and his work. After the marriage of Juliette he took refuge in an old mill in the mountains, where by degrees he became totally deaf. Some of his greatest works, including his Pastoral Symphony, were written here. After several years of solitude he moved back to Vienna and had not been there long when he became very ill. Just before he passed away, his violinist friend and Theres came to tell him that he was getting more applause at the concert than the emperor. All through this picture fragments of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony brought out the high-lights of his life. Under the direction of Louis Masson, the Ninth Symphony and the Pastoral Symphony were rendered by the Orchestra of the Society of Concerts from the Conservatory of Paris. The first movement of the Moonlight Sonata was given on the piano, and the Funeral March from his A Flat Major Sonata was played on an organ. Every composition was splendidly presented. This picture made everyone understand the words of Wagner. “I believe in God and Beethoven.” Althea Thompson, ’38