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

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THE CHRONICLE 13 THE LEGEND OF RUTLAND Bob Johnson, just arriving in Rutland Vermont to spend the week-end with his schoolmate Jack, exclaimed, “W hy, you would never guess that this is the town mentioned in the legend.” “What do you mean?” questioned Jack, somewhat bewildered. “You mean that you've never heard the legend of Rutland?” exclaimed Bob, surprised that he did not know it. “No, 1 haven’t, but I should like to hear about it. “Well,” replied Bob, “I'll tell it.” “Back in the days of Andrew Jackson, Rutland had a country store, where the store-keeper was burdened by the loungers w ho sat around the small wood stove, talked politics, and nibbled at his dried lish, cheese, crackers, maple sugar, and spruce gum. These nibblings were not considered thefts, and the store-keeper didn't mind because to keep even he often added a penny to a bill. “One cold December evening these loungers sal about the stove as usual relating their tales of wonder, with the store-keeper occasionally adding his bit while he kept busy looking over his stock. Soon he observed Ichabod Thompson, a shiftless fellow, slip a pat of butter out of a firkin, take ofF his hat, and while pretending to wipe his forehead, drop the butter into the hat and put it on again. Ichabod strolled before the blanket department, made a casual inquiry about sales, then, turning up his collar, said he must be going. “‘Oh, don't go yet,’said the store-keeper. 'Wait till I've told you what happened to Hank's saw last week.' Not wanting to arouse suspicion, he settled himself again on the box. The store-keeper, piling wood on the stove, lengthened his story until the sides of the stove were red hot. Ichabod became uneasy and kept wiping his forehead with his handkerchief till he remarked

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12 THE CHRONICLE On September 1 they went to the state exhibit at Storrs to compete with the best poultry demonstrators from the other seven counties. Here they won first place in the state with a score of ninety-six and one half per cent. The second best was eighty-nine per cent. Realizing their ability, the county club agent asked them to put up a booth at the New Haven Poultry Show on December 3,4, and 5, and sell their drinks. At the Wallingford achievement program held in the Grange Hall. December 31, they again presented their demonstration. Harry and Arthur are planning to attend the World’s Poultry Congress to be held in Cleveland, Ohio, this coming summer. The World’s Poultry Congress is held once every seven years at one of the sixty countries that send exhibits. There are thousands of birds brought from these countries, some of which have never l een seen in the United States before. Six young people’s groups will be represented at the Congress including the Negro 4-H’ers, Boy Scouts, Future Farmers of America, and the regular 4-H group. Connecticut is sending its best demonstration and judging teams. Each county is sending its outstanding boy in poultry club work. lHarry and Arthur have done excellent work individually. This year Arthur at his first try at judging made the junior judging team. I le has bought a 17,900 capacity incubator and is going to hatch eggs for other people. In 1937 Harry made the state senior judging team consisting of three men and an alternate. The team then went to the Northeastern Poultry Producers’ Council held in New York City. In competition with teams from six other states, Connecticut placed second to Maryland, losing by five points. Harry and Arthur are fine examples of the excellent work 1-11 boys are doing in Connecticut and in the whole United States. A Senior STATE HIGHWAY PLANNING SURVEY Mr. Earley has received a letter from tin State Highway Department congratulating him on the fine cooperation Lyman Hall gave in the recent Highway Planning Survey. The results obtained at Lyman Hall High School in connection with this study were r 1 J , ''Vy, and the number of com- pleted interview forms returned exceeded the expectations of the men making the survey. I he representatives expressed their appreciation for the many courtesies accorded them. The students were complimented for the very fine way in which they handled their assignments, and the data that was obtained will very materially aid in helping make the Highway Department Survey a success. 03253164

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11 THE CHRONICLE that lie must go home early. The store-keeper replied that he would put up some ginger-snaps for the missus. After taking considerable time wrapping the package, he gave it to Ichabod, who at that time bent down to tuck his trousers into his boots. The store-keeper winked at the others and pointed to Ichabod’s hat, already yellow and greasy with butter. The others catching the idea managed to have errands and business for him to do that kept him there several minutes longer. Finally when freed, his clothes were completely greasy, and as he was going out, the proprietor said, ‘Well, you can go now. We’ve had fun enough to pay for the butter you stole. You’ll be needing new clothes tomorrow. Good-night.’ “That was interesting said Jack. “I'rn glad you told it to me. I’ve often heard that it takes a real Vermonter to outwit a Vermonter, and your story surely proves it.’’ Shirley Jeffords, ’ tl (Author’s note: The legend used in this story is typical of a most any errnont town. It was adapted from American Myths and Legends by Charles S. kinner.) WINDY’S SHOOTING Have you ever met or heard about Windy? If you have ever been to Coles County, Nevada, you can't have missed him. Everybody from six to sixty knows Windy, mostly for his fantastic tales. I'd like to tell you one of his famous tales. It happened like this. One day Windy got a notion that he would like to shoot some w ild game. Now, when Windy gets a notion, no one can stop him from carrying it out. Windy got up bright and early, armed himself, and started out. He must have traveled for two hours before he reached his hunting grounds. And there, about four feet away, were deer tracks. “Well,” said Windy, “looks lak I got somepin’ here”. From this point on, he traveled slowly and cautiously. Then, all of a sudden, he saw a deer drinking water at a small stream! Let me tell you Windy was both thrilled and frightened at the sight. He had a hard time to keep himself from shouting. Anyhow, he got a good aim and shot. Let me say that Windy was so proud of the picture that he had it published in the paper. Ruth Shookie, ’39 WINTER’S LACE Have you ever watched while w inter rain And sleet knit lace on the window pane? The wild w inds roar, the trees bend low , The cold rain falls where last w as snow . But here on my window almost hid, The sleet knits lace as grandmother did. The patterns so dainty they seem to show There’s beauty even in storms, you know. Jean Pattee, ’39