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

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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

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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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20 THE HERMIAD we got the can in our hands, we all mysteriously swam ashore, got dressed, and went to town, leaving the party 'as it was. After giving the can to the police, our doubt was confirmed, as it was the money from West and Gane's Store. The chief of police told Gladys that he had two men locked up, whom he thought were the criminals, but the question of the note remained to be solved. When Gladys saw the two men she took the note from her pocket and the crimnials stared at each other. Finally, the older man admitted having written it, to revenge his partner, because he wanted more than his share of the money. They hid the loot under the raft until they could come to an agreement. A week later our club received a check as a reward, and with it we repaired the club house and the remainder was given to the much needed library fund. this ON HORNETS QJohn Dodge-19307 AST fall I desired to add to my collection a large hornet's nest. I had a few small nests and desired to add to these the gray and airy house of the hornet. I found one of a very large size some time after cold weather had set in and hung it by a string in my cabinet with the rest of my collection. I forgot about it until spring, When warm weather came I decided it would do no harm if I cleaned the cabinet and proceeded to do so, when I was reminded of the nest, and if I remember rightly it was a hornet that reminded me. He jogged my memory in some way and called my atten- tion to it. Memory is sometimes located in funny placesg it certainly wasn't where I thought it was. It seemed as though it existed in a great many places, as a matter of fact, wherever he touched me, and every reminder left a little red spot. Then more hornets came to renew old acquaintance. One lit on my lip. I suppose he thought it was a rose or an apple blossomg when he went away it looked like an artichoke. I put some mud and a wet sheet on it to cool it off and reduce the swelling so I could get through the door and away from the hornets. Hornets lit all over me, crawled up my legs and arms and down my backg I didn't dare try to stop them for it is very, very easy to make them angry and I was not in the mood to have a fight. It brought to mind an incident when I was younger. I was walking in the field when I saw a hornet gathering honey from the bosom of a wild rose. I got a stick and stirred him up more as a joke than anything, He didn't