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

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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

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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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14, M The Hermiad W A P 4 M bacon in the next game which, I was given to understand, was to be played against our greatest rival, Killingly. Then in came Mr. Johnson towering six inches above anyone in the room to add his little word of cheer to the boys of the Black and Orange. As I stood there, just at the point of entering, some one slapped me violently on the back and I turned quickly to grapple with Davis. We wrestled for a while, just as we were prone to do in the good old days, when Allard attempted to separate us by roughly shaking us. During the con- fusion which ensued I heard a voice say, Why, Mr. Brown, whatever is the matter '? and I awoke to find myself struggling with the chair, and my but- ler, who was quite concerned, was endeavoring to find out the reason for my apparent madness. -.1--.- CLASS CHARACTERISTICS 'rl-ls mcnrrr or sz-:Nlons QI-Iazel Salisbury-19253 The last year of high brings with it--generahy-the consummation of youthful dreams of power. Therefore, in order to live up to his reputation, the Senior must assume a dignified air, an aloofness from the ordinary stu- dents of the lower classes. Of late, however, this illusion of dignity has faded into the far distance. One expects to find a Senior, brow ponderous with thought, wading through veritable quagmires of Plato, Virgil and Hor- ace: one really finds him straddling a desk top, or rushing madly through the corridors in quest of-a pencil. A few of the more thoughtful Seniors, considering the example to be set to the whole school, seek to turn the care- less ones from the evil of their ways. Ensues a nudging of elbows, kicking of shins, uplifting of eyebrows in shocked surpriseg a sober readjustment, then an hilarious outbreak three times worse than the original one. The Seniors, as uplifters, drift into the landscape, all thought of reforming is dropped, and the class Hosts noisily and happily to graduation-and the be- ginning, not the end. THE IRRESPONSIBILITY OF JUNIOR! I Ulargaret Fox-1925! Juniors, on the whole, are the most irresponsible persons in the world. A characteristic which they acquire on entering the upper classes is a care- free, happy-go-lucky air. Troubles roll oi? their shoulders like water oil' a duck's back. One could scarcely recognize in these jolly Juniors the super- cilious yet hard-working Sophomores of a year ago. They attend classes regularly-off and on-, a period more or less being nothing in their young , ....,...,-