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

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12 THE HERMIAD That night Jane was sent to bed early, but she did not go to sleep. It was very hard for her to stay awakeg still she managed it. Long after mother and dad were asleep Jane was awake. She was listening for Hi to lock the door. Finally she heard the latch click. Everything was quiet for a few minutes. Then, all of a sudden, she heard a muffled cry down stairs. It had worked! Hi did not know what the rose leaves were that Jane had scattered in back of the pillows! She was frightened! Now Jane could go to sleep peacefully after her day which had been both unfortunate and successful. FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ICHABOD CRANE -f qursuia Gibiin, 19371 ERHAPS you remember that when we left Ichabod Crane in the Legend of Sleepy Hollow he had disappeared, vanished completely. It is at this point that 'this story begins. Ichabod had been scared completely out of his wits by his experience with what he had supposed was the headless horse- man. Inwardly he resolved never to return to Sleepy Hollow again, unless on some pressing matter. Thus we find him trudging along on a rutted country road. It was the morning after his harrowing adventure. The sun shone brilliantly in the heavens, but it looked down on a sad, sad spectacle. Ichabod was very much the worse for Wear. His clothes, dusty and wrinkled, fiuttered loosely about his person. He was usually clean shaven, but now an untidy growth of beard made him appear even more like a tramp. Suddenly a farm- house came into view around a bend in the road. This gave Ichabod a more pleasant outlook. Ichabod realized in a moment the bad impression he would make if he presented himsef in this state. So, stepping to a brook which ran along the road, he proceeded to make himself more respectable looking. He still had the beard when he lmoc ' Q the door of the farmhouse, but his clothes were brushed and adjusted. 11 cheery Dutch housewife answered his knock. In a few carefully chosen words Ichabod told her his plight and almost immediately he became a boarder at Dame Neer's. A A year later Ichabod was still residing at New Hague, which was the name of the village. His original profession of schoolmaster he had not been able to practfce there. for the position was already filled, but he had found enough odd jobs to earn him a llving and he was well satisfied. Then a great stroke of fortune fell upon Ichabod. The aged schoolmaster was stricken with apoplexy, which schoolmasters were apt to have, and within a few hours he went to the Great Beyond. The only person eligible for the vacant position was, of course, Ichabod and in a day or two he was again wielder of the birch rod. The most astonishing thing happened When, after vain efforts to find the late school- master's relatives to dispose of his belongings and papers, it was discovered

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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.

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THE HERMIAD is that he must have been alone in the world, and it was arranged that the village magistrate should look over his belongings and dispose of them according to their value and so forth. The Master Van Dine had made a will stating that, being alone in the world, he would leave all of his estate to the schoolmaster who should succeed him. Among his possessions was a locked trunk and this, opened, revealed the savings of a lifetime. Best of all, it was Ichabod's, all Ichabod's. The hour Ichabod learned this his mind was made up. Gathering his belongings together, he set out on horseback, at a gallop, down the rutty road he had travelled a year or more ago. Katrina Van Tassel Van Bummell, when we left her a year ago, had been happily wedded to Brom Van Bummell. But this happiness soon turned to grief for Brom was still up to his old tricks, reveling every night with his gang. One night, after partaking too heavily of the wine cup, Brom was thrown from his horse. The injuries he suffered soon choked the last breath from his body. Katrina returned to her parents, a widow. But this sorrowful picture was not to last long. Katrina fell to thinking of Ichabod and of how he had courted her unsuccessfully. But for all that, she still liked him and wished that he had not disappeared. Onto this scene broke the dashing hero himself. After relating his wonderful luck to Katrina, he announced that Katrina was going to become his wife even if he had to drag her to the church. So, on a bright, cheery morning in the spring, to the strafns of organ music, Ichabod and Katrina were married, and Ichabod achieved the success for which he had worked so hard. I might add that they lived happily ever after. IT REALLY PAYS fLillian Steinman, 19371 It really pays to work and toil, To labor hard and not recoil From the task that is before you. It is not right and it is not fair To be a quitter, not do your share. So let's all work and never shirk The task that is before usg For it really pays to work and toil To labor hard and not recoil From the task that is before us.