Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

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THE SNAKE Hey, fellows! quick, here's a whopper of a snake, shouted Bill, from the edge of the lake. Coming, echoed voices from all sides. It was a boys' summer camp. In a few seconds a dozen fellows were grouped around the stone wall that ran into the water. He's gone down among the rocks, said Bill, Keep looking, he,ll have to come up for air soon. Bah Jove, this is simply ripping, murmured Percy. His right name was Percival Christopher Whitehall. Look out, Percy, said Lanky, If mine eyes mistake me not, I remark the head of a serpent in the branches of this most noble tree which towers above us. Percy instantly crouched and slowly looked up. I believe that you boys are spoofing me, he said gently. There he isf' came the shout from the other end of the wall. And there near the wall could be seen the head of a water snake. A dozen rocks landed all about the head. The snake started to swim off, and every one could see that it was at least five feet long, and of a brown and yellow color. It left in the direction of the beach in front of the second bunk house. At this moment the second call to supper put an end to snake hunting. Right after supper Lanky collared Bill. Bill, I just thought of something, I've got an idea, he began. Lanky, don,t take it so to heart, Bill said kindly. What? Take what to heart, demanded Lanky. This thinking of yours. 'You know that it won't happen again. It's only beginner's luck,', laughed Bill, and turned to go. Lanky pulled him back. It was that snake that made me think of it. It's like this- went on Lanky. Lanky, I think it will work. We'll try it any way. Shi- Here comes someone. See you later, and with this Bill went one way and Lanky another. Well, fellows, what say we turn in? exclaimed Lanky, at about ten o'clock that evening, as he rose from the circle around the campnre. Bill, I think you and your gang up in Bunk House Number One had better get lots of sleep. We're going to beat you at baseball tomorrow, he went on. Yes, We have Percy, the boy who hits 'em hard, far, and frequent, sang out one of the Second bunk housers. With this the fellows broke up for the night, each group going to its own bunkhouse. Wonder where that snake went?,' said Lanky as he got up in his bunk. My, Gosh, aren't you in bed yet, Percy? and he looked over the edge of his bunk to Percy's lower one. Er-No, someone mussed up my blankets and--U

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Evangeline was to leave the farm at 4:30 and get the 6 o,clock mail coach. After dinner Evangeline went to her room to rest as she had done every day of her visit. Mrs. Broadbrook sent Edith to call her. Edith went to Evangeline's room and knocked on the door-she knocked again and when she still failed to receive a reply, she opened the door. Evange- line was not there, but on the floor, as if dropped in a hurry, was the letter which Evangeline had received that morning. Edith opened it and found, instead of the letter telling Evangeline to come home, merely this one line: In the grove at 2:30. Edith rushed back to the kitchen, threw her mother the note and ran on to the grove. On her way she met Charles walking along, whistling merrily. Charles, she cried in despair, have you seen Evangeline this afternoon?,' I guess I have, he answered coolly. Where is she? demanded Edith. u Well, I guess by now she's many miles from here! What do you mean? u Do you mean to tell me that you didn't know that she was sent to visit you, not because of her health, but because she was in love with Fred Canton, a Government Official, that her parents didn't want her to marry? Well, I had an idea about it. Well, the minute he found out where she was being sent, he got in touch with me and asked me to arrange their elopement. He was my best friend in the city when I lived there and when I left him I promised I'd do anything for him, so now I,ve done it. You mean that Evangeline has eloped! Yes, indeed, replied Charles, and they started walking. As they passed the tree under which all of the elopement had been planned, Edith stopped and read in plain letters, cut deep into the tree, not only the E which she had seen from the distance and believed stood for Evangeline, but the whole name EDITH. Oh! she sighed with relief. They looked first at the carving and then at each other. He whispered, Edith, let's follow their example! -Isabelle Wolcott, '27.

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Speaking of snakes, when I was out west, a snake got in my bed one night andilf' All right, 'long winded,' if you start one of your stories, it's the lake for you, yelled Lanky. It may be your first today, but one a day is two too many. While this was going on, Percy had donned his pink pajamas and slowly started to get into his bunk. Well, er, good-night, boys, and a-pleasant dre-OH! Ouch! Stop! Don't bite! and with this Percy sprang out of bed. He shouted with all the strength of his lungs, but ending in a small voice, he added, What a narrow escape! Fellows, I think it's up to us to save Percy the trouble of standing around all night in the cold, said Lanky solemnly, as he got down from his bunk. Percy's shout had aroused the whole camp, and they all came to see what was the matter. Are you sure it was a snake, went on Lanky. Yes, I am, I-er-, felt itg it was cold, and damp, and round. Oh, what shall I do?,' I'l1 tell you, said Lanky. Bill, you take the head of the bed, I'll take the foot. Throw when I count three. One-two-three!,' In the dim light made by the one lantern the figures of a number of boys could be seen jumping around, kicking at the blankets. Nothing here, said Lanky after several minutes. Percy, I think you had a dream. Er-no-boys, I didn't, I really felt it. Oh! I just stepped on it. Here it is! Every one looked to the dark corner of the bunk house that Percy pointed to. There, by the light of the one lantern, could be seen several feet of wet rope! -Graydon Lockwood, '28, THE AIR MAIL PILOT All night, through the rain and the darkness He pilots his plane in its flight, All night, through the winter's chill sharpness, His pilot light's steady and bright, He flies, with his hand on the joystick, A firm hand, steady and true, To get the mail through safely, Yes, safely and swiftly to you. And I think, as I lie on my pillow, In my cozy and comfortable bed, Of the mail pilot, flying so lonely, In the cold darkness over my head, Who repeats, with the hum of his motor, A motor so steady and true To get the mail always through safely, Yes, safely and swiftly to youf, -Robbins Allen, '27.