Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

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LES DEUX PECHES A un diner donne par son directeur, Vital Herbelot nletait pas honnete. Sa femme qui etait malade a dit a Herbelot de rapporter chez lui des fameuses peches du directeur. A minuit quand les danseurs avaient quitte la salle at manger pour valser, Herbelot a pris deux Wpeches et les a mises dans son chapeau. Alors il a quitte la salle, tenant son chapeau a sa poitrine. Il etait vraiment calme. On or- ganisait une nouvelle figure et un chapeau etait demande. La fille du directeur lui a demande son chapeau. Tout a coup elle a pris le chapeau at la main et les peches sont tombees a terre. Le lendemain Herbelot s'etait moque par tout le monde et alors il a donne sa de- mission et il est devenu fermier. R. T. Whalen, '28, French I. LE PRINTEMPS Voici le printemps. Les oiseaux retournent du sud, les arbres bourgeonnent et l'herbe devient vert. Les jolis ruisseaux sont encore libres de glace et ils chantent en route at joindre la riviere. Le printemps est le plus beau temps de Vannee. Tout est frais et vert. Tout le monde desire a chanter de joie de vivre. Les gargons commencent at jouer a la balle et les plus petits gargons jouent aux billes. Bientot le printemps deviendra l'ete, une autre belle saison, mais pas si belle que le printemps. Dorothy Hartman, '28, French II. LE NOUVEAU GOUVERNEMENT DE NOTRE ECOLE Nous avons commence un nouveau gouvernement dans notre ecole qui s'appelle la participation des etudiants dans le gouvernement de 1'ecole. Avec la cooperation de chaqu'un des etudiants ce dessein devrait etre un grand succes. Par ce dessein chaqu'un des etudiants est mis sur son honneur. Tout le monde a de l'honneur et il est temps de le montrer maintenant. Tous les etudiants savent que c'est la meillure maniere a gouverner les etudiants parce quiils se gouvernent a peu pres, et en consequence ils sont plus heureux. En le faisant, ils peuvent faire de leur ecole ce qu'ils veulent. La plupart des etudiants veulent que leur ecole soit une des meillures et pour cette raison ce nouveau gouv- ernement sera probablement un grand succes. Faisons notre partie en le faisant un succes. Lois Hartman, '27, French III.

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SHOES Clothes do not make the man, but you can usually tell something of the habits of the man by a glance at his shoes. It has always been a very interesting timekiller with me, to notice the row of shoes across the aisle in the trolley car. For instance, a well-dressed man sits down across from me, and h.abitC makes me glance down at his shoes. If they are clean, of average size, and,neatly tied, it is only natural that I should conclude that he is a normal, clean-cut sensible fellow. If on the other hand for perhaps more properly the other footj a stylishly dressed fellow should take a seat opposite me, and his shoes were in the height of fashion, polished brilliantly, but tied in a careless knot-he would impress me as being 2 bluifer. By that I mean-all his thoughts were for outward show- which might be very good if a carelessly tied shoe lace had not betrayed him. So you see, shoes, although furthest from our minds, should have a place in them. , , Why shouldn't we join the S.P.S.S.? The Society for Prevention of Shabby Shoes. It might be a very beneficial society. Surely there is no other unit of our clothing that receives so much wear, so much abuse, so little care and sympathy as our shoes. We go about on them all day and a good part of the night. They are forced to go with us over every kind of road or Held. We even try to drown them some- times. And when they can no longer stand the torture and are forced to squeak for mercy-we take them to a shoemaker, who pounds them, cuts them, even crucifies them! Of course there is not much we can do to help the situation. I can only suggest that we remember that as our shoes advertise our characters to all who care to read, let us treat them with respect. Keep them clean if you cannot afford a shine',. Buy good shoes and they will be your best friends. Keep them tied neatly-and you will never lose them! -Douglas Wilki11s0n, '27 . SHADOW TIME Who has seen the shadows dancing among the trees when the sun is ready to go to bed? I have. This is the best part of the day. As the sun takes his last look over the weary world before he jumps into bed, he sends all a good-bye smile, then disappears under the covers of night. As his smile dies out the world takes on a somber hue. The flowers reach forth their arms for the last beam of light, each flower aglow with some message of love. Twilight is falling, and the whole world seems strangely still. The golden sunset distinguishes the silent mill and adds to the beauty and splendor of this quiet scene. Nature slumbers and the night birds call softly to one another. This is shadow time, the time I long for. What a wonderful feeling to walk through the shadowy twilight just as the sun goes to rest! -Myrtle Williams, '29.

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A NINETEENTH CENTURY ROMANCE Say, Molly, I was down at the Village Store today when the mail coach came in. Here's a letter for you-fine paper-looks like my sister-in-law's writing-open it and letis know the news. Perhaps they're going to invite Edith to spend a week or so at Saratoga. Well, now you have it open, suppose you read it to mef' Molly put on her spectacles and read: My dear Molly. Evangeline has been quite ill-a nervous collapse-and the Doctor has ordered that she go to the country for several weeks. She needs quiet life, new milk, and home cooking. With plenty of fresh air and sleep, we feel certain she will soon regain her usual strength. I do not wish to inconvenience you in any way but do you think it would be possible to have her visit you? I think she would have a much better time with her Aunt and Uncle than at some health resort. Besides, she would have your sweet daughter, Edith, to keep her company. Hoping you are all well, I remain, Your loving sister, Miranda Broadbrook. 'Sakes alive, Molly, won't that be great! Well, I don't know, John, she's used to fine clothes and fancy meals, but she's your brotheris child, so if you want her, I guess it's all right. But wait ,till Edith comes home and see what she says. Here she comes now. Hello, Mother, I stopped in at the store for the mail, but they said Dad had taken itf' Yes, Edith, here is a letter from your Aunt Miranda, saying that Evangeline has been ill with a nervous collapse and needs some rest. She would like to have her come to visit us for several weeks. Would you like to have her, dear? Oh, yes, indeed! Edith was very eager. Very well, said her mother, sitting down to write to the city relation. The preparations for the arrival of the fashionable cousin went forward. On the day set for Evangelineis arrival, Edith's father washed up the buggy and drove down to Cloverdale station. He found so many boxes and bags there that he had to send the hired man to fetch them all in the ox cart. The neighbors gazed in amazement at the style of the city lady. Evangeline ate a hearty supper of fried chicken, shortcake and cream and then, with the excuse that she was fatigued, went to bed early.