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

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THE HERMIAD 9 BEES fWith apologies to Kilmerj We think that we shall never see An insect lovely as a bee. A bee whose hungry tongue is prest Into the earth's sweet flowering breastg A hee that flies about all day With not a single thought of playg A bee that may in summer wear A wreath of pollen in her hairg Within whose sting has always lain A dreadful poison, fraught with pain. Poems are mocked by fools as weg Not e'en a fool will mock a bee. Caroline Williams '36 Catherine Fitzmorris '36 A PEACEF UL HOLIDAY QDorothy Stetson, 19341 AVE you ever noticed that when you particularly plan a peaceful, quiet day of reading or some other hobby, the day almost invariably turns out just the exact opposite? If you have not, you are one of the fortunate few. Perhaps you have also noticed this more than ever on a hol'day. You have finished dinner and the house is set aright. You turn on the radio and dial, to your very own surprise, some soft music, then you cofnfortably drape yourself around a. chair in a manner agreeable to comfort and not to sight. Next comes the exciting story that you had to leave last night for some reason or other. Ah! At last peace and quiet reign. But not for long. There arises from the silence the vicious barking of the dog, which is chasing some chance passerby. Oh, darn ! You get up reluctantly and go to the door. Oh, no, he won't bite you. Pal. come here. Finally the dog, after deciding that he might just as well mind, comes to you and you shove him into the house. Once agafn you relax. For ten whole minutes you read undisturbed, when suddenly the insistent tooting of a horn is sounded. Getting up, you go to open the door, but, before you can get there, the door is flung open and in pile Aunt Suzie, Uncle Henry, and the five kids. Children would be entirely too dignified for these everlasting pests. They jump hilariously from one chair tq

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8 THE HERMIAD Today we skiped skool and went down to the old swimmin hole for a swim we undressed and left our close in the bank an when Joe skinner pulled on his pantz a black snake flopped out of his pantz leg and went in his shoe. joe was aslzeered to dump the snake out so we left the shoe there and joe went home barefeeted we bofe got a licken for skippen skool and joe got a licken for loosen his shoe but we sneaket over and got it the next day. ' Sundy may 8 pt. i waked up this mornin urly as we were gonta hav a sundy skool piknick. everythin wooda been OK but somebodi put a dead fish in the teachers pokit and we d dint get started until Clarence Radcliffe Jones squealed as ushal. it Wuz Joe Skinner wot put the dead fish in his poket so he cuddent go on the piknick. well we finally got started. When we got there It started raining and enyway a dead frog was found on top of the sandwitches and the ice creme taisted like mustard and somebodi had put vinegar on the roast chicken and it propably had died of old age it Wuz so tuif. Enyway the piknick Wuz a flop and wuz the teacher mad O Boy. i didn't dare to go to sundy skool for a munth after that I Wuz so askeered he mite find out I did it or maybe joe Skinner squelled I don't now. . Mundi may 9th I waked up this mornin and noticed a funny smell in the room I thort a cat had crald down in the wal an died but I coulent find enythin. This afternoon i got a surprize when i took down the coat i had wore fishin three weeks ago and a flock of flies came out of the poket an with them came a terribul oder. I left the fish I had caut three weeks before in the poket and it had begun to go bad. well anyway I tooke the coat out and buried it and got a licken for loosen my coat. I didn dare tell ma. Toosday May 10ft. Me and Joe skinner went Fishen and cort 3 pikeral and a punkiriseed When We sat down to Eat I took my lunch out and found it was full of worms i had forgot about it and put the worms in the same poket with it but it didunt hert anythin. they hadn't got the Sanwigcs dirty so i jus Brushes ern off an they were all right. I got a licken for coming home so late with my Feet Wet They didunt now i went with Joe he lives in a shack by the Railroad traks and his father is alwiz drunk But jo-e is a good guy he cin swim good But mom sez that He is a Bad Boy. Q Wednesday May 11th. I liked Joe Skinner at school today and got a licken for it when I got home. THURSDAY MAY 12 ft. ' Me and Joe made up today Joe found a nickel in the road so i made out we hadent had a fite yestiday and we went down to the store an bort some Kandey. We went to look at our trap up in the woods we hadent looked at it since the week we found a skunk that had just been caught sow we took it down to the school and there is a nail in Back of the skool and ther we hung it up and skinned it When we got about half way through it begun to stink like everything and the teacher came out and said to Remove that carcass and that if we committed such an outrage again we would be Severly punished,

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10 THE HERMIA15 -We another and turn the radio from one station to the next until finally you tell them very sweetly that they mustn't touch. They give you a reproachful glance and continue as they please. Auntie and Uncle Henry immediately take charge of the whole household. Uncle Henry helps himself to a rather surprising amount of Dad's cigarettes and smokes at leisure. Aunt Suzie notices the new book rack and demands to know the price and use of the article and where it was bought. You try toappear courteous, even though cute little Jeanie is pulling the cat's tail and Jimmie is splashing around in the goldfish bowl, having the time of his young life, to say nothing of the poor fishes' lives. After a few hours of this, they decide to go on to visit old Mrs. Greene, and you, pitying Mrs. Greene, but thankful nevertheless, usher them almost express train fashion to the door before they shall change their minds. After stalling at the door to discuss matters about which they know nothing, they leave and you turn from the door to find the rooms in an absolutely chaotic condition. Well, you now start picking up. Later you return to your chair and reread what you have previously read. Then, a knock on the door. Wearily and slowly you go to it, although your first impulse was to disregard it. Does Mr. Brown live here? greets your ears. No, you answer. Let me see. You go down this street, turn to the right, and his house is the first on the left. You wonder why people try to visit when they don't even know Where their host or hostess lives. Why couldn't he have asked at the house across the street? Oh, well, that's over with. Back again to the book. From the kitchen comes a drip, drip, drip. Up you get and out you go into the kitchen to Hnd one of the faucets running. Well, that is an easy thing to remedy. You turn it off and once again return to that book, resolving to finish it this time or die trying to. The house is now enveloped in silence. But-not for what one would call a very long while. The piercing ring of the telephone startles you and it seems that before you can reach it you will be deafened for life. Now. you wonder, who can be calling and for what? Hello, - and after a pause, hello, hellooo! after which a voice says Wrong number and you slam the phone back on its cradle and flop back into the chair. Crash! You jump quickly and race to the kitchen where you find that dear pussy has knocked the precious china fruit dish onto the floor. You grab him and shove him out doors, too exhausted to punish him. Then you go to the closet, get out the dust pan and brush, sweep up the pieces and carry them out to the garbage can, wondering what Mother will say. You glance around to see if the coast is clear, then take up the book again. At this time the family, who have been riding this afternoon, return noisily, and preparation for supper commences. Someone is yelling for you to come and help set the table and you leave your book to find that the entire afternoon allowed you to read exactly fourteen pages and you cannot for the life of you remember what those fourteen were about.