Brimmer and May School - Yearbook (Chestnut Hill, MA)

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I SAW THE STRANGEST THING One night as I was walking home I saw the strangest sight. It was big and round With a white shining face And danced as though in llight. I got so scared I raced for home, But it chased me through the sky. It looked down at me as if to laugh, And then it flew right by. Ann Nickolds, Grade 6 THE NEWSPAPERS BROOKE MODIFIES VIETNAM POSITION 4 MEXICAN QUINTS IN GOOD CONDITION APOLLO TO GET OXYGEN MIX MEDFORD BOY KILLS FOR KICKS SNOW EXPECTED FOR NEW ENGLAND SPORTS COURTS REAL ESTATE THINGS ARE AT A LOWER RATE STOCKS AND BONDS POLLUTED PONDS!!! Mary Stokes, Grade 6 MELINDA If I could make up anyone in the world, I would make up a girl named Melinda. She would have brown eyes and long brown hair. Melinda would be very, very nice. We would spend most of our time going biking. We would go on an adventure. It would be like this. We would meet a horrible monster. We would be very frightened. They would lock us up in a room. We would make loud, frightening noises. This would make the monsters jump up and down with so much fright that they would knock the keys to the room out of a pocket. I would grab them just in time and unlock the door. First Melinda would go out and then I would. We Would make louder noises until we were far away. That is how my Melinda would be. J ill Norman, Grade 4 59 A WALK IN AUTUMN The smell of burning lezttes and the sound of a bamboo rake started me in the dtrection of a certain road. I passed through a thick wood and could hear squirrels chattering as they gathered nuts I could hear the pitter-pzttter of feet go- ing rather fast and assumed it wushm animal. There was a sudden gust of wind, and the glittering leaves fell from their branches and whirled to the ground. I had almost reached the road; and starting across a lield. l noticed a horse- drawn cart rumbling by. lilled with fruits. pumpkins, and corn. The grass in this field was thick and tall, thus hiding holes over which I tripped. After linally reach- ing the road. I took oll like a bird and ran towards home; for the clouds would start to cover the sun, and soon it would be blacked out. Every bird arrives at his nest to be with his family each night, and so I was returning home-as a bird would. Susan Sparks, Grade 7 HIGH WINDS High winds, blowing sails, Water slashing. high in galcs. Masts are shaking, Men are aching- Never, never so rough as now. Happiness coming, but far ahead. Never lasting, but never dead. Masts are cracking. Sails are flapping, Never. never so rough as now. .. Abigail Belknap. Grade i

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GUAGLIO On the beach at Cape Cod one evening, I noticed two girls huddled together looking at something which the older one held. Running to see what it was, I could hear av high peeping sound. I looked eagerly into her hands and saw a hrown mallard duckling as small and almost as round as a tennis ball. His back dlpped downward into 5 stump of tail. He was so fuzzy that his tiny, delicate wings stuck out comically from his body. He wore a yellow spot near each eye, with a few other spots dispersed over his body and head. His stubby bill and webbed feet were black to match his eyes. The girls had found him in the grass along the waters edge. They had to go away the next morning, so they left the duckling in my care. That night, I prepared a cardboard box, supplying it with newspaper, sawdust, water, and a dish of raw egg mixed with bread crumbs. He didnit like the meal, though, so I offered him some cracked corn which he wouldnit eat either. I slept with his box beside my bed; when I put my hand into the box, he climbed into it, lay down, pushed his bill between my fmgers, and went to sleep. Each time I took my hand away, he would peep until I oEered him its warmth again. The next morning, hopeful of returning him home, I spotted a female mallard with a couple of ducklings resting on the shore. When the ducks came to receive the grain which I held in my hand, I put my duckling down and hurried to a beached boat to watch. Presently he followed the mother, but she did not look back at him, and he soon fell behind. I had been following at a distance in the boat; when my duckling saw me, he swam into my hand. Now that he was a member of the family, we named him Guaglio thlyoi which means ttLittle Joeii in Italian. Guaglio was extremely tame and friendly, so he didnit mind being handled. In fact, he peeped anxiously and angrily when left alone. One afternoon, Guaglio was chasing ants. After he had crept into my hand, I placed him in the grass; as I walked to the garage, he followed, peeping loudly, hurrying to keep up. That afternoon was to be our last with Guaglio. That night our search for a warm nest for him produced only a small coffee can. I thought the tin would reHect the heat from his body, so I put cotton in the bottom and Guaglio on it. It was a cold night. however; he was too tiny to generate much heat, and the can got cold. The next morning, Mom called me. Guaglio was sick; he could hardly move his head. Holding him. I tried to warm him. He was motionless, but still I continued stroking him. A few minutes later, we buried him under a small pine tree. In the evening, I asked Mom if she believed in Heaven. She told me that she had once heard a story that she liked to believe. When someone died, his soul became a star; and every time someone thought of him, he knew it and his star shone. Late the next night, I went outside and looked at the stars. I spotted a small one beside the moon; it was twinkling brightly. I smiled; and still looking at it, I said softly, ttKeep shining, my little one? Barrie Goodman, I69

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PATRONS Aaron Floor Co., Inc. Aceti Insurance Agency, Inc. Mr. and Mrs. Richard E. Adams Air Conditioning Specialists A.R.A. Slater Dining Service Arnold House Astor Exterminating Co. Mr. and Mrs. Harold Y. Banquer Bartman. Cohen 8: Tobias Insurance Agency. Inc. Bermuda Day Dr. and Mrs. George T. Bottomley Brewer 8L Lord-Insurance Harry A. Brown-Furniture and Carpeting Mr. and Mrs. Samuel D. Bush. III Mr. and Mrs. Luke Capozzoli Mr. and Mrs. Joseph L. Caputo Mr. and Mrs. John W. Carleton Wm. S. Carroll School Buses J. H. Chandler cQ Son. Inc. The Reverend and Mrs. Harold D. Chase. Jr. Chestnut Hill CO-operative Bank Mr. and Mrs. Howard C. Chiten Circle Floors. Inc. The Circle Supply Company of Roxbury The Class of 1968 Coles-Edwards Co., Inc. Compliments of a Friend Mr. and Mrs. Alvin R. Corkin Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Corkin Cushing 8L Lyons, Inc. Danforth House Delaney Linen Service J . P. Donnelly, Inc. Mr. and Mrs. Edward C. Edwards Electronic Products, Inc. Mr. and Mrs. Murray L. Feinzig Gallagher Bros. Garden City Trust Company Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Gervitz A. Gisone 8L Son Tile Co., Inc. Mr. and Mrs. Leo Gordon Mr. and Mrs. W. Bradiord Gove, II R. J. Heavy C0. Highland Hardware, Inc. James Hook 8L Co. Hubbards Drug Store Hunnewell Market, Inc. Huntings Movers, Inc. Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence W. Jones Junior Fair