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

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THE HERMIAD 13 ling over something. At first I cou1dn't iigure out what it was that would interest them more than the fly. Then suddenly it dawned on me. A Cross- word Puzzle! Sure enough there was an old newspaper lying on the bottom and they were all busy with the puzzle! As far as I could see, there was only one word unsolved, but it had them stumped. Then I hit upon a bright idea. I ran home and grabbed old Noah Webster and back to the pool I went. Then I shouted, Here's what you need g and then what a stampede! Big trout and little trout, one and all, scrambled up the bank and crowded about the dictionary. X Find a seven-letter word meaning frying utensil, quick ! they shouted. Immediately I seized them all and tossed them into my basket. On my way home, I explained that I could show them better than tell them what the word was. QSHZS STUDYING FOR AN EXAM. fKenneth Street-1 931 J OMEHOW or other I was not able to- endure much supper on that particular evening and I usually endure a lot. I took my book and went in to the living room chair. I read two pages. I tried to think of some question the teacher would ask. While I was thinking, my mind wandered to the other room. I listened to what was going on. They were asking my sister how she made out with her exams. Then I began to think how I would make out with mine. I got tired of sitting in the chair. I went over to the couch to lie down. I finally de- cided it was too cool lying there without something over me. I got up and put the Indian blanket over me. Then I opened the book but I could not find the place. I found the place and read a few pages. Then I needed a drink. When I went back to the other room I started the radio. They were playing old time jigs and I listened to them. When they finished playing, a woman began to talk on How to make housework easier for a mother. I listened to her a few minutes and then I put on my hat and coat and went up to the store after the paper. Some men were talking about what they did in the army. I listened to them about two hours. It was ten o'clock and I thought I would go home and do the rest of my studying. When I got home the radio announcer was just signing oif. He said good night, so I thought it was time to retire too, after my hard evening's work.

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12 THE HERMIAD Where have the midget men gone? asked Tommy. You've been dreaming, dear. Jump into bed and go back to sleep, answered his mother. ffkffiie APRIL FIRST , QWitoldo Bakanowsky-19291 T was the first of April! A long, dreary winter had passed, and it was fishing time once again. It was a happy boy who left the old farm be- hind, and tramped across the fields in the direction of Pookigod Creek- famous for its speckled beauties. The mist hung over the pasture lands in heavy clouds as if an enormous blanket had been outstretched by some unseen power. But what mattered a little mist to a boy who had hibernated for four dreary winter months? At last the gurgling of the rushing water reached my ears. How good it sounded! How cheerful and musical !-Just as I had left it twelve months ago! It did not take me long to bait my hook. I stealthily approached the banks of the little streamg carefully I dropped my line into a deep, remote pool. No sooner had the bait reached the water, when, Splash!-a flash of gold, a sudden rush, the line grew tautg and the first trout of the season was hooked. What a thrill it was to feel the game little warrior at the end of the line! What a battle he put up too! Never before had I been so excited. At last the rushes diminished, his runs became weaker. He was captured, but not until his strength was exhausted. My hat is off to the noble trout- a real, game fish-he fights to the last. The hours slipped by unheeded. The sky was now a livid red. The sun, like a ball of fire, was just sinking behind a high hill. The day was over. It was not a discouraged boy who tramped home that eveningg it was not a boy exhausted by study or abuse. It was a happy boyg one who had sought Nature's Paradise, and had found it. He was tired and hungry, tired from God's labor--exercise in the open air. aiu? MY BEST FISH STORY fJoseph Samalus--19315 HAD been fishing all morning and hadn't got a sign of a bite. The pool had a reputation of having many large fish in it, so I began to investigate. I lay down on the bank and peered over the edge into the water. Lo! and behold-there were about a dozen of the biggest trout I ever saw wrang-

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THE HERMIAD THE STUDENTS' FRIEND fAnna Herr-19293 In Plainfield High there's a jolly man Who helps the students all he cang If there's ever a job that we can't see through, We call Mr. Gauthier, that's what we do. From seven in the morning to six at night, If you enter the building, he's always in sightg If there's ever a task that needs a man, He's right on the spot and does what he can. On a wintry day, when the building is cold, Mr. Gauthier's the man that's sure to be toldg And like a good fellow, away he will trot To see if he can't get the big boiler hot. On a spring afternoon, when all others are gone, You're likely to see him out mowing the lawn, Or you'll find him with pans and dusters and brooms As he sweeps up the halls and cleans up the rooms. If he sees anything begin to go wrong, He certainly stops and starts it along. He's always the same, always wearing a smile, Though in doing his work he walks many a mile, If his temper is tried, he never shows it, And if he gets tired, there's no one that knows it: And what I think P. H. S. students should do Is to thank Mr. Gauthier and give him praise too.