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

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THE CHRONICLE 9 IN MEMORIAM On August 5, 1938, there passed from our midst a cherished faculty member, Ralph H . Goss, who since September, 1930, had been a commercial teacher in Lyman Hall, where he remained until his untimely death in Iowa City, Iowa. Those who knew him well cannot overestimate the part lie played in our school activities. He was always willing to contribute generously both of his time and labor to various school functions. Too much cannot be said of Mr. Goss’s line qualities as a teacher and friend. We were all grieved to hear of his death, but his memory will remain with us. Marion O’Connell, ’39 THE CHRONICLE Have you ever stopped to think that our school publication, the Chronicle. is very appropriately named? It is, just as its name signifies, “a register of events in the order of time.’ All the high-lights of our school life may be found in the Chronicle, starting with the Freshman-Sophomore Hallowe’en party and ending with the Senior issue, w hich contains all the details of graduation as well as the indiv idual accomplishments of each student. The Chronicle is actually a mirror of our individual efforts and abilities, and because all outstanding literary, athletic, and other student enterprises are recorded in the Chronicle, it should inspire us to attain our best standard of student initiative. The next issue affords the final opportunity for all of us to contribute something to our record of 1938-39, and this should mean something to everyone, especially to the seniors. Esther Miller, ’39

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Lyman Hall High School Basketball Team

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10 THE CHRONICLE WE ALL LIKE GOOD SPORTS “As I understand it, the spirit of sportsmanship is summed up in the words, ‘Always play the game’, and that means, of course, play the game fairly and squarely, with all one’s might. Certain it is that in so far as this motto comes to be increasingly expressed in the actions of all men, will this become a progressively happier and better world.” This definition of sportsmanship was expressed by John D. Rockefeller, Jr., in a letter to the Sportsmanship Brotherhood, an institution started to cultivate contests, sports, and tournaments, aiming at the same time to cultivate good sportsmanship in all of its members. Playing the game means keeping good spirit at a basketball game, and it also means carrying this same good spirit to the classroom, the home, and so on through life. We who receive a low grade in our studies and see it as a reflection of what we have accomplished, accepting it without wailing and without offering flimsy excuses, are the ones who are on the right path to sportsmanship. In the home the good sport is fair with his brothers and sisters, as well as honest with himself and all members of his family. The molding of our characters should come from those qualities which make up the spirit of good sportsmanship, and certainly this habit of taking defeat or victory with cheerfulness will follow us through our lives. This habit once established may well make us proud of ourselves. Everyone likes a good sport, whether in play or work, for he is the one who can accept his just reward with a smile and a resolution to do better the next time. Ruth Rackes, ’40 ROMANCE? Sixty—seventy—seventy-five registered the speedometer as Rob raced along route 71. How beautiful she looked as the moon shone on her curly blond hair and radiant, captivating, blue eyes. She certainly was getting a thrill out of this ride, lie bet she had never been eighty-five before. He really was hugging the curves tonight. My but they were pretty eyes— Crash! The moon went out. When the moon was finally turned on, Rob hazily found himself badly gashed, lying in the road at the four corners. Rut where was she? He found her over by the fence, her neck broken and those pretty golden locks now blood stained. She was gone! So this was romance? Such is but typical of the emotions passing through the minds of many of the youthful drivers of today. They are prey to the thrill of speed. It builds them up, buoys them along, puts some punch into life. It’s fun to jam down that pedal and soar over the countryside. But they forget the mangled, blood dripping bodies of their loved ones that too often result. They forget the human derelicts and the suffering of loving friends that make up the daily toll of speed. In their rush to break minutes, they break hearts and bodies. Surely this is not the thrill of speed or of romance! ’39