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

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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.

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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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THE HERMIAD 11 HPS FRIEND BECOMES PECK'S BAD GIRL fEileen Wakely, 19371 T was one Sunday morning when the sun began to shine. Jane's spirits, usually mischievous, were high. She had been kept indoors almost all week because of rain and now mischief lurked. Dressed in a nice velvet coat, she ventured out into the yard. There she saw Hi emptying a crock. Jane asked what it had contained. It is water glass, Jane, answered Hi, and please don't go near it. Jane waited until Hi had gone into the house and decided to investigate for herself what water glass was. It is, as you all know, a white, gluey liquid, commonly used for preserving eggs. Hi had told her not to go near it, but she wanted to see what it was. So she went. Could she help it if she just put her toe into it and slipped? Why did Hi throw it there anyhow? These thoughts ran through her mind as she picked herself up. She was covered from chin to toes in water glass and she began to cry. Hi looked out of the window when she heard Jane's cries and came to her rescueg or at least Jane thought that she was coming to her rescue. But this time Hi turned traitor and told Jane's mother that she had warned Jane not to go near the water glass. Terrible thoughts were running through J ane's head! Would she get a licking? Oh my! Her new coat was just covered with that horrible water glass. Mother took Jane into the house and while she was being washed and redressed she planned her revenge on Hi, Hi who had alwiays been her friend, until today. E In the afternoon Jane was permitted to go to play again. But she was not going to play! She had too much work to do! Hi was taking a nap, so now was her chance to get even. Up she went to the front door and rang the bell. She did not wait for Hi to come to the door. Instead she crept around the side of the house. Hi came to the door and opened it. No one there! Well, that was queer. She was sure she had heard that bell ring. She must have been dreaming. Back she went to her couch, planning to go back to sleep. Sleep was not to be had, however, for there was the bell again. She was sure of it this time. Just as Jane was going around the corner again, Dad caught her. As he was taking the culprit upstairs his eyes rested upon more of J ane's mischievous revenge. The garage door and Hi's car! The door of the garage and the spare tire on the car, both painted bright green! This was enough. Jane was taken upstairs and remained in the house for the rest of the afternoon. This punishment, however, was not to stop her mischief. Down the stairs she went. No one was near. She went into Hi's bedroom. There, on a stand beside the bed was what she needed, a jar of rose leaves. It was a Japanese jar, and although it was not very large, it would serve her purpose. It did 3 and back upstairs she went without having been missed.