Plainfield High School - Hermiad Yearbook (Central Village, CT)

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12 g The Hermiad A o'clock sharp. Goodnight. And the two listeners heard the click of a re- ceiver. - What do you suppose it is ? asked Mr. Wilkinson. Telephone, answered James: Most likely the aerial has crossed with the telephone wires. They took the lantern and went outside, and sure enough, the wires were crossed. ' The next night the county constable came and caught the thieves and locked them up. After the excitement was over Mr. Wilkinson said, Well. James, I guess these new radios may be of some importance. Have you all the equipment you want ? , .-.-1-. MIKE RUNS AWAY FROM HOME C Harry Rosenzweig--19271 In a little town near New York there lived a widow and her two chil- dren Mike and Alice. Mme went to school just to kill time he said. One day the teacher gave Mike a severe scolding for attempting to put a tack on her chair. Since he objected to such treatment before his classmates, he left the room. What was he to do now ? He became troubled. for Cer- tainly, he argued, Mother will say that teacher was right. Suddenly a bright idea came to his mind-he would run away from both teacher and mother. With only ten cents in his pocket, he caught the next trolley and left the town. .While he was walking around aimlessly in a small neighboring village, he came to a baker shop which advertised for an errand boy. He stepped inside to apply and the job was given him. Mike delivered his packages and worked in the store for the rest of the day, but toward even- ing he became lonely and decided to give up and go home. On the way home, as he was sitting in the trolley, he pictured his mother crying and longing for him to come back again after what seemed to him an almost in- definite absence. ' On his arrival home he found his house in darkness. This troubled him all the more, for he thought his family had gone to look for him. He took his key, opened the door and lighted the gas. Then he looked around the house and on the kitchen .table found a note that read: Dear Mike, Sorry we aren't home to prepare your dinner, but you will find plenty to eat in the pantry. Aunt Jane has company from N. Y., so called up to invite us over. Shall be home late tonight. Do not wait up. Mother. Imagine Mike when he read the note ! He had run away from home and his mother wasn't even there to notice his absence. .......,,,,,.. Q

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The Hermiad y 11 THE WlDOW'S OPINION OF SIR ROGER fWith apologies to The Spectatorj My friend, the widow. being endowed with both beauty and brains has long since exercised a peculiar charm over all the gentlemen of her acquaint- ance. Her latest conquest is a country gentleman well known and liked in these parts, Sir Roger de Coverley. On the occasion of a visit from this worthy knight she gave me an account of it as follows: Men are such vain creatures, my dear. I wonder sometimes at their ignorance: take for instance the one who came to call today. I first met him at court where I made a very good impression by means of my usual wiles and before the day was over I had him completely in my power. Shortly afterwards, through some means unknown to me. he heard a foolish remark of mine which probably encouraged him to call today decked out in all the splendor of Egypt. When he came in I took care that I appeared to the best advantage and nearly struck the man dumb and he remained so all the time he was here. I led the conversation around to love and talked in- cessantly until the poor man actually believed I was an authority on the sub- ject. Finding that I could not get him to say anything, I talked and talked till I could say no more. He seemed glad to seize the opportunity to take his leave. as he seemed far from at ease in my presence. Of course he will be here again and I must not discourage him since he is undoubtedly the best catch in the county. WHEN A RADIO WAS USEFUL KClara Roper-19271 Farmer Wilkinson who didn't believe in new-fangled things was cer- tainly not overjoyed when his son James brought a radio from town. That night a radio man came, as Mr. Wilkinson said, to wire it and try to get some music, but did not succeed. - The next night Farmer Wilkinson went to bed at seven o'cloclc as usual, but James stayed up to see if he could make the radio work. About ten o'clock he began yelling at the top of his voice trying to waken his father. As Mr. Wilkinson came hurriedly down stairs he demanded, Is the house on fire or have burglars broken in ? I've got something: come quickly, called James. As Mr. Wilkinson put on the head phones he heard some one say, You know old Wilkinson is a suspicious fellow and would like as not hear us T But he goes to bed very early, persisted another voice, and it would be easy to nab a couple of chickens each night. All right, it's just as you say, but besure to be at the hotel at eight ....., ,,,,..,..-... I. i

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The Hermiad 13 THE TRAGEDY IN THE RUE MORGUE fEthelyn Barber--1 925 J A moonlight night. A quaint little street in a quaint little village in France. Two lovers strolling' down the street. The May moon was shining through the trees and on the quaint old buildings wherein dwelt peasants of the country. The lovers walked on slowly hand in hand, talking softly to each other when all of a sudden a shriek rent the air and at the same in- stant a woman dressed in the garb of a maid dashed out of a house scream- ing at the top of her voice. Seeing the two people walking' along the side- walk she rushed towards them and screamed to them Help ! Help ! Mon- sieur is dead. Utter panic seized the two lovers. At last the man managed to gasp, Monsieur who? Ah ! the woman said in an agony of grief, Monsieur Beaucaire, my favorite spanielg he swallowed a fishbone. He is dead. Ah I Woe is me ! With that the woman went shrieking through the night. An, owl in the top of a tree near by blinked solemnly at the moon. X . BACK T0 PLAINFIELD HIGH QGeorge Brown--19251 The ,wind howled dismally around the corners of the house and the rain kept ups steady patter azainst the window panes. Every few minutes the intensehlackness of the October night would be pierced by vivid Hashes of lightning accompanied by loud claps of thunder. While the elements raged around nie. I sat before the fire in my study attempting to concentrate my mind upon a well known psychological novel. Somehow my wits seemed to be wool gathering and my mind refused to zrasp the significance of The Fruitless Follies of Philip and Phillippai' My book slipped slowly from my hands and my graze wandered to the fire. As I stared steadily into the grate, I saw the picture of an old building, gray in color. materialize from among the coals. Old memories revived as 1 recognized it to be the Old Plainfield High School. Presently I seemed to be inside. As I heard a noise in one of the rooms I opened the door and peered ing it was just as it had been twenty years ago. There was Maggia in the back seat reading one of Tom Swift's novels instead of studying his Frenchg there was Codlin vainly trying' to make the teacher realize wherein Maggia was sinning. Suddenly I found myself running down the back stairs lured irresistibly to the rest room where Mr. Sullivan, the football coach in the good old days of '23, was encouraging the team and exhorting them to bring home the