Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

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Nonsense, I didn't hear it. All this talking had aroused Polly, who asked if the ghost were coming. just then there was a thud and a sound of something dragging on the floor below. The three huddled together, shaking all over. Polly began to cry and to wish she had not come. Philip called her a cry- baby' and thus silenced her. Something like a step sounded below them. Then they heard the clank-clank of a chain being dragged across the floor. Philip grasped the flashlight and started for the door, saying, I'm going to find out what is making that noise. If there is a ghost there I want to see it. That's what we came for, isn't it? Come on. Too frightened to remain in the room alone, the two girls followed him. They went along the hall until they reached the door leading to the stairs. Philip opened the door and paused to listen. The girls crouched behind him, trembling from head to toe and expecting to see Samuel Gray's ghost appear at any moment. There was a scratching noise and again came the clank of a chain. As the trio ,reached the stairs, the noise grew louder and louder. Philip turned the flashlight in the direction from which the sound emanated. He discovered Pep, who was bounding up the stairs, dragging his broken chain. Philip laughed. Here is the ghost, he said. -Elinor Wells, '27. 'laura' EVENING The flaming sky grows Dull. It fades and fades to Somber grey. The sun has gone, Taking away with it The warmth of day. The birds peep sleepilyg While In the east, the radiant Moon Risesg flooding the earth With a silvery sheen. And night is here. -Eleanor Buck, '27.

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Every year at midnight on the thirteenth of July, Samuel Gray's ghost is said to return to tell where the treasure is hidden. I-Ie is said to carry a light in his hand and to wander all over the house looking for someone to tell about the treasure. The present owner has left a key with me so that anyone interested in the house may see it. That is about all I know about the haunted house, the woman finished. Thank you for telling me. I think I had better hurry home to dinner, said Philip. As soon as the family had assembled at the table that noon, Philip told the story that he had heard. If When he had finished Carol exclaimed, Why, today is the thirteenth. and it is tonight that the ghost returns. Let's go and stay in the house tonight and see if the ghosts comef, Pm going, too, said Polly. Well, if Mother and Father say you may go, we will take you,,' responded Philip. At first Mr. and Mrs. Shotwell refused to allow them to go, but finally gave their consent. That afternoon the Shotwell family went to the woman with whom Philip had talked. Mr. Shotwell told her about the plans and asked her if she would show them the house. She was very glad to do so. She told them that some people came every year to spend a few weeks there. For this reason the second floor was furnished and the young people could stay in that part of the house. It seemed to Philip, Carol, and Polly as though night would never come, but it finally did. Just before dark they chained Pep up because they were afraid that he would frighten the ghost if he came, took their blankets and a flashlight, and started for the haunted house. The three climbed the stairs to the second floor, entered one of the rooms and shut the door after them. They spread their blankets on the floor and lay down, planning to get a few winks before twelve o'clock, when the ghost was to appear. Toward midnight Carol thought she heard a noise like a door squeak- ing on its hinges. She clutched Philip, who was almost asleep and whispered, What was that? I didn't hear anything, replied Philip, sleepily. You are just nervous and think you heard somethingf, But I did, Phil. Someone opened a door.

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ALL SORTS OF BOYS I There's the witty boy, and the pretty boy, And the boy who oils his hair, There's the cat-faced boy, and the rat-faced boy, And the boy with a bovine stare. II There's the steamy boy, and the dreamy boy, And the boy who is up-to-date, There's the boy who smokes, and the boy who jokes! And the boy who is always late. III There's the tender boy, and the slender boy, And the boy with limbs like a bear'sg There's the stoutish boy, and the loutish boy, And the boy who slides downstairs. IV There's the cheerful boy, and that fearful boy, And the boy who deserves a floggingg There's the boy with a heart, and the boy too smart, And the boy whose brain wants jogging. V There's the grass-green boy, and the bright, keen boy, And the boy who is always blubbingg There's the climby,' boy, and the grimy boy, And the boy who shirks his rubbing. VI There are many others, Oh men and brothers, And none are all bad, you betg There are boys and boys-yet through grief and joys They are Somebody's Darlings yet. -Altbea Dixon, '27. -Emera- SPRINGTIME It is springtime: The birds say it, and the frogs in their muddy homes chirp it. The wind soft in my face, with the thin odor of the Held says it, and the pattering spring rain on the roof sings it. Then, too, the softness of the new green grass under foot declares it, and indeed, all Nature shouts it forth joyously to the world. -Olive Symonds, '29.