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

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l?n-,,r,,W,,nr,,,,,,s,,,M,,,r, THE 'HERWADI -,,, -M cried Egbert, doesn't he look like Daddy? Miss Gray hastened to remon- strate, but Egbert retained his opinion. At different intervals, during the rest of the trip, he kept referring to the resemblance the chimpanzee bore to his fond parent. That evening at dinner, Mr. Van Swagger asked Egbert how he had enjoyed himself at the Zoo. Egbert answered with enthusiasm: Oh, I had a great time, Daddy, and what do you think? There was great big chimpan- zee --here a strangledygcjry, was heard from Miss Gray- that looked just like you. I wondered if he was relat-- At this juncture the young enthusiast was firmly lifted from his chair by two strong arms and carried ug to his room where his nurse was given instruction to put him to bed in solitary darkness with only bread and milk, which Egbert detested, for rations. Later, while trying to forget the gnawing pains in his stomach, trying to go to sleep, Egbert wondered, Now what did I do that wasn't right? A as THE BLUEBIRD QFidelis O'Neil-1 930 J Cheery little bluebird, Can you tell me, pray, What you have been doing On this summer day? I watched you all the morning And listened to you sing, And saw the sunlight Hashing On your bright, blue wing. Your little trills and carols Give hope to waking spring. What need of other labor When you gladness bring? Billy: Isn't it queer that ladies never have numbers on their names, like George III? Betty: Did you ever hear of Sally IV ? Exchange

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THE I-IERMIAD 17 In one poem especially, Sunset, does Lanier awaken an appreciation of the beauties of nature and confer that sense of utmost reconciliation with life. He refers not to the chaotic twilights on the battlefield, where the sun was engulfedin dripping, scarlet clouds., He depicts the calm, soothing dusk, the evening star heralding myriads of sisters with the decline of the rich golden sunlight, the cool seal of darkness kindly placed over a nation at rest. In Sunset, did Lanier write an elegy to the stricken hopes of his people? Nowhere in his writing is found one murmur of discontent at the course of fate. All is beauty, stern, pulsating, trickling, merciful. Time has shown that The falling out of faithful friends, the renewal is of love. Here we have, as exemplified by Sidney Lanier, an 'immature national character, developed under edifying conditions, complying to stern quali- fications, so capable even in its imperfectness, Would that we might live to see the result! is EGBERT'S FIRST TRIP TO THE ZOO fDorothy Barber-19291 GBERT VAN SWAGGER, JR. was seated very uncomfortably on the edge of a beautifully polished Wind or chair in the stilted drawing room of his father's spacious 5th Avenue mansion. Egbert was patiently awaiting his governess who was to take him to the Zoo where he was to receive his first lesson in Zoology. Steps were heard and Egbert looked up expectantly. Miss Gray, the governess, entered the room with Mrs. Van Swagger. Egbert was given final instructions concerning his behavior, such as Now Egbert, don't forget to use your handkerchief, or Egbert, don't ask too many questions. Finally, they were ready to leave and Egbert, the silent, drew a long breath of relief as they seated themselves in the new limousine that was driven by Edward, the Van Swagger chauffeur, and waxed very talkative, He proceeded to bore and distract Miss Gray with questions and stories which he thought were very amusing. Eventually they reached the Zoo, where the guide, whom Mr. Van Swagger had hired to conduct them around, at once led them to the section where the elephants were quartered. Egbert, whose knowledge of animals extended little beyond his mother's Pomeranian, gazed wide eyed. Miss Gray proceeded to divulge all her knowledge of elephants to the eager lad. This happened at every cage until they reached the one where the chimpanzees were kept. Egbert, who had run on ahead, suddenly stopped and stared. Lad, the pet of the Zoo, was fixedly regarding the child. Ooh, Miss Gray,

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--.rr W. ..--..-,W-.-.. .A,A iQ .-.--.-,.rr-m,,19 THE SWIMMING PARTY flrene Generous-19291 A EVERAL weeks before the opening of this story West and Gane's Department Store had been robbed, and over S5000 was gone. It seemed a tragedy to the small town, but no clues were left to go by, and a small club of girls was trying to solve the problem. Our club room was on the shore of West Lagoon, and a very large pine tree shadowed the little house. We had more than this problem be Tfore us, 'for we also wanted to aid the new library fund. One morning Gladys, the president of our club, coming to open the place, was astonished to find the door to the main room unlocked. When leaving she locked the door and took the key home. The next day was to be the fourth meeting since the robbery. As we came to the lodge, Gladys, who had told us beforehand of her previous adventure, noticed the door was again ajar. We made a silent entrance, but gasped when we saw a scraggly paper on the table which read, You will find what you are looking for in a soldered can. All of us thought of the robbery. But who wrote this note? How did the person know what we were looking for? The letter had simply noted what the money was in, but not a word as to where it was. Just the same, the note was placed in the vase on the mantel, and occasionally re-read. Finally we knew that we could never find and restore the stolen money without the help of others, so we gave up. Still, the note remained, and the paper became yellow from staying so long in the vase. Summer was coming, and we would soon have many visitors, but no one mentioned destroying the only clue we had. All the cottages had not been occupied yet, but the L. M, N. Girls Club had its first swimming party. At least fifteen girls crowded in and out of the old shanty and finally went in swimming. Gladys was easily the best swimmer of the party and of course she was the entertainer. All of us agreed to play follow the leader, and she was the leader. One of her stunts was to dive off the raft and pull yourself down by the rope until you reached the anchor of the raft. She returned with her eyes very large, and the next girl that Went down was amazed also, but nothing was said. Finally Gladys asked us, Did you see a soldered can down there, attached to the anchor? Yes, I did, said Liz. I saw something attached to it with a chain, I cried. And the others all admitted having seen the can. Gladys told us to dive down and haul up the chain and can, after she unhitched it. She was gone in a minute, but she soon returned after having no success. The ques- tion was: would we call the others? No, we wanted the honor of getting it ourselves, so down she went again, and returned with better luck, When