Calhoun School - Ink Pot Yearbook (New York, NY)

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9 9 1936 INK POT hey aim SJR 5. 55. Q 2 fm e e K - 111,60 M i I' iff al? iii , t' 5 4 ' vi? -'. Q I ' ','. u ,av fl: gli J' x l r Wf fli 1 'la H . ,- . I .,.... o I Elilhi-5.68-hum The Cat and the Dog A Poem Uuvenile Prizel VVhen I am at home, A cat and a dog I like to Lvrite a poetm, v write n Out 3 ram ow Went to 3 town' And a funny old potato. The dog had a rug I write about Il tiger And the Caf had a gown' With a master, Mr. Spider. I write about a donkey The cat was so kind, And a little hahy monkey The dog was so nice, Because, when I'm at home, They ate a cheese rind I just love to write a poem. That was covered with rice. Sometimes I think of you When vou are gathering dew. The cat had a scheme . ' - . . '. Sometimes you're going hoatingg gills dog thought It a sm' The next thing I know you're floating. 0 the cat played a theme Sometimes vou're waterin flowers On Il mnn's violin. . -' - g ' Right during April showers. THELMA SALMON, Sixth Grade G1.Am's M,xRKre1.r., Fifth Grade The Wind VVhen the wind comes whirling by I sit and look and wonder why. The wind, God blows it from the sky To scatter seeds that will multiply. Dokls Lew, Fifth Grade Fifty-five

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Q 1936 INK POT + Francois Villon By D. B. WYNDHAM LEWIS Francois Villon, French poet, was born in Paris in 1431, of poor parentage. From first to last his life was a succession of fights, brawls, imprisonments, and banishments. He was a vaga- bond and a thief, but he remains one of the greatest poets France has produced. His chief work is his Grand Testament, which contains the famous Ballade des Dames du Temps Jadis. The influence of Villon on French poetry,.has been great, and as a master of the ballad he has had few equals. 'J' Lewis is earnest in his desire to convince the reader that the poet's misfortunes were due to circumstances rather than to deficiencies in his character. However, Mr. Lewis gives the impres- sion of being slightly prejudiced and too sympathetic toward Villon. Nevertheless, the author has taken his material and shaped it into an interesting biography. I especially recommend Franeoi: Villon for those who understand and appreciate the ballad. EI.INoRI2 PRI-:vII.I.E, '37 Son of the Middle Border By HAMIIIN GARLAND Son of the Middle Border is an absorbing autobiography. The scene is laid in the middle west in the 1860's. The author portrays those trials and tribulations of the pioneer people which he himself has suffered. MURIEL HUT, '40 Growth of the Soil By KNUT HAMSUN A pioneer was Isak, who went to no-man's land to build himself a home. It was he who with his own hands built a settlement necessary to supply his wants, independent of the rest of the world. The existence of Isak and his wife is incredible in its crudeness. It is amazing what one man with strength of will power and character can accomplish. Even though he may be ignorant of the three R's, yet he knows by the moon when to plant seed. The simple and beautiful words which are used to convey the surroundings are full of vitality. The philosophy of the author is that a person who lives and works with nature leads the most ideal life. On the other hand those who work in the industry of man lead an irregular life, amid the uncertainty of not having enough to eat at one moment and gambling away all that they make at the next. This is the most simple and beautifully written book that I have read. SHIRLEY LUBELL, '39 Lust for Life By IRVING STONE The life of Vincent Van Gogh, the famous Dutch painter, is here vividly portrayed. Al- though this fictional biography is morbid and depressing, it is well worth reading. RENIEE KLEIN, '36 So Red the Rose By STARK YOUNG Escaping from the traditional mint julep type of book, Mr. Young has excellently described post Civil War conditions in the South. The story is woven about the drastic effect of the war upon two families of the Southern aristocracy. ' RENEE KLEIN, '36 Fifty-four

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Q 1936 INK POT f The Hidden Den Billy and Betty were going to school. Everything looked green and beautiful. School would soon be over and nearly everybody would be going to the country. Think, said Betty, we are going to the house where father lived? Now this house was a house like any other house, but it had passed from generation to generation. Naturally the children were thrilled to be going to a place where their ancestors had lived. There were rumors going about the town that in the Civil War one of their ancestor's slaves had stolen some money from him. ' Many a time the teacher reminded them that they could think about their vacation later. At last school ended. Two days later when their mother was busy packing Qfor they were leaving the next dayj, Billy said, You know I think while we are there we might as well clear up this mystery. Then the happy day came, and they left to go on a strange adventure. They could hardly wait to see what the house would look like. At last they came in sight of a big brick rambling house with a huge lawn. It had two flower-beds in front of it. Oh! I think it is just lovely, said Betty. Then they were led to their rooms. Their room was a pretty one with a big bed. On one side of the bed was a fiat topped desk, on the other was a small table. They saw big bookcases with lots of books about the Civil War. Then they undressed and instantly fell asleep. In the morning they decided to explore the house. They began with the attic, tapping with their hands on the wall for a hollow sound. It sounds hollow here! cried Billy. Why there's an opening, said Betty, and entering she found a small den. There is a note and the money, said Billy. It says that the slave stole the money because his master had cheated him out of a lot of money. Now he is sorry and he hoped the money would be found by our ancestor, but instead we found it, said Billy. Why was he sorry? asked Betty. Because stealing is worse than cheating. Stealing is dreadful no matter how little you steal, said Billy. Well now we can rest in peace, because the mystery is solved, said Betty. HELENE SIMON, Fourth Grade Princess Elizabeth Once upon a time there lived a 'poor woman who had a little girl. She was very pretty and very smart. Her name was Elizabeth. Now Elizabeth believed in Fairyland and her mother believed in it, too. One day Elizabeth said, I am going to Fairyland and see the Fairies. All right, said her mother. Elizabeth walked in the dark woods, which were very scary, but she was brave. Soon she was out of the woods and in Fairyland. It was beautiful. The sky was crimson and blue with a little gold, and the green grass with all colored Howers looked so pretty. ' Elizabeth was tired so she found a soft spot and soon fell asleep. The Fairy Queen saw Elizabeth sleeping and thought she' was pretty. She called her servants and said, Take her into the palace and give her a soft bed. Elizabeth was taken into the palace and was put into a soft bed. When she woke up she was frightened because she was not sleeping on the grass. She jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs. The Fairy Queen was so sweet and kind that Eliza- beth lost all her fears. She was dressed in crimson and gold and upon her head was a gold crown. Then the Fairy Queen asked, Would you like to be my child? Yes, said Elizabeth. So Elizabeth was a princess. She had a wonderful time. She went swimming in the royal lake and had many parties and she knew lots of little girls. She had such a good time that she forgot all about her mother. One day she said to the Queen, I must visit my mother today. Yes, said the Queen, and tell her to come and live with you. So off Elizabeth ran into the woods. Soon she saw the house and she ran faster. Her mother was very glad to see her. She asked where she got the dress so Elizabeth told the story. When she finished she asked her mother to live with her and the Fairy Queen. So they lived happily ever after. NORMA SHAPIRO, Fourth Grade Fifty-six