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

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gg, THE P11-:argl-,QW ure of P. H. S. With this and other are soon to be introduced to the tort remarks, I did not look forward to the project. The dreaded time came, I couldn't understand the leader at all. She said Eyes right! and expected us to know that We were to turn our heads. Then Right Face ' and told us to turn on our heels. The next command was , . Count off by fours! The first girl said four, so I said Height. Evidently I was wrong. We hadn't straightened all this out in our minds when we were given exercises. This was worse than the drilling. The leader said Attention, then At Ease. She repeated this about eight times and finally declded to t' h ut have us stay at attention, Then you should have seen the mo ions s e p through One of them was to do deep-knee bending and the leader was us . horrified because we could not keep our balance. fShe lost hers, but I guess that was permissible because she was the leader.J The period was nearly over, the leader shouted, Fall out. When translated, this meant we were dismissed. Then we hurried and scurrled to get ready for class. The next day, there was a look of agony on the face of every Freshman who climbed the stairs. 154413 TO THE CLASS OF 1930 fDonald Gallup-19301 Shall I compare thee to a galaxy? Thou art far brighter, far more of a sight, Dark clouds do blot away stars from the sky, But thine is everlasting, spotless light. Thy charms are like the rarest precious stone, But nay,--a precious stone, a false may be, And who can doubt thy value, so well known, Thy charms and ripening inborn quality? All mortal things soon die and go their ways, But thy great name will never be forgot- Poets, scholars, authors, all will sing thy praise And thy immortal virtues dim will not. When thy career on earth does end, Alas! All men will say, That surely was a class ! Apologies to W. S.

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THE HERMIAD 21 take it as a joke though. In fact he came for me and lit in my golden hair. He scraped his feet the had hob-nail shoes onj stamped them, kicked, and danced around in my hair, and he felt as big as a locomotive. I had to whack my head against a stone wall to make him stop kicking and then go and stick my head in the frogpond to cool off. My head looked like a bunch of summer squashes for the next two weeksg and if I had had to wear a hat the only thing that would have fitted me would have been the ash can. 5444? A TRAGEDY fDonald C. Gallup-1 9201 H Please, Teacher, will you tell me? My hair is growing gray With worrying o'er my monthly workg Please drive this fear away. The teacher looked and looked and stared Then cleared her throat to say: Young man, you need not worry, You have a nice big A. U The poor, poor boy fell in a faint, 0, woe betide this day! The shock was too much for his brain- So he gasped and passed away. iff? FIRST IMPRESSION OF PHYSICAL TRAINING fHelen Krauss-1 9301 had been a Freshman for three weeks and secretly thought that I had not made such a blunder of this new enterprise after all. I had become acquainted with other members of the class and we had arrived at the stage where we thought our class was the class. ll have since learned that this is a characteristic of all Freshmen.J All went well until the first of the fourth week when we were told we must take P, T. I had heard some Sophomores say, The poor Freshmen

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