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

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Q 1936 INK POT + Harriet and the Christmas Elf CHAPTER 1 Once upon a time there was a little girl named Harriet. She lived in the woods all alone. One day she went for a walk. All of a sudden she saw a little house. Harriet knocked at the door. To her surprise there was a little elf in the house. Now Harriet never saw 'an elf bkfore. She asked him who he was. He said, I am the Christmas Elf. Then Harriet said, Are you the Christmas Elf who gives girls and boys Christmas presents? He said Yes , so he took her in. He said, My brother is out. Do you want to wait? Harriet said yes that she would, but the Elf's brother was lost. Harriet waited for two weeks. When the two weeks had passed, it was Christmas time. s Three days after Christmas the Elf came back. He asked her what she wanted. I want to be the maid for you and your brother. When the Christmas Elf heard this he was so pleased that he said, I will give you one of my grains of rice. When someone asks you something, you will have the right answer, if you have this grain of rice. Harriet said, I will take it where ever I go, so she took it with her. She loved being the Elf's maid. CHAPTER 2 One day the elves went for a walk and told Harriet they would be away for a year. They told her that if she never went for a walk she would have a sister for Christmas. Then the Christmas Elf said, Never let anyone in here, because there is another Elf who is mean. He can turn himself into anything he wants? Good bye, good bye, said Harriet. One day Harriet was cooking when she heard a knock at the door. There she saw a little bear. It begged till at last she let it in. But when she let it in it changed back into an Elf. He said, Give me that grain of rice. Then she got the broom and hit the Elf so that he went out. After a year passed the Elves brought her a sister. One day the Christmas Elf said, Do you want to go with me? Harriet said, Go where? I am going to a wood where the trees are of gold. I shall bring the poor children some of it, said the Christmas Elf. I should love to go, but I don't want to leave your brother alone, said Harriet. The Christmas Elf said, My brother is going, too. I will go then, said Harriet. And they began to pack. CHAPTER 3 While they were packing Harriet said, Where do the poor children live? The Elves said, They live two or three miles from here. Harriet went to the closet for her coat. Then she said, Where will I pack my things ? The Christmas Elf said, In my suitcase. After they had packed, they ate their lunch. After they had locked the door they walked ten miles before they saw the golden trees. CHAPTER 4 When Harriet saw the golden trees, the Christmas Elf said, VVe have not come to the trees that are real gold yet, but these are pretty also. A Can I have a branch ? Of course you may, Harriet, said the Christmas Elf. f'You may have some leaves to keep your sister warm too. If you cannot reach them you can climb the tree. f'May we live in this wood ? asked Harriet. We will after we have taken some real gold to the poor. CHAPTER 5 After a while Harriet said, Are those the real gold trees? The Christmas Elf said, Yes When they had all the leaves they could carry they went home. They took the gold leaves to the poor. Then the Christmas Elf asked, Do you want to live in the Golden Wood? Harriet said Yes. They made a golden house of leaves and all the animals called them King and Queen and Princess of the Golden VVood. RAYA SPIECEL, Third Grade Fifty-seven

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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

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0 1936 INK POT Q Snow A light, clean snow fell over the city of New York. It touched the ground, making a bed for some giant. The Hakes danced gayly all night long and in the morning the park was transformed into the most picturesque fairyland, filled with popcorn bushes guarded by the tall giants in glistening, sparkling armor. The snow-covered icicles hanging from them shone like diamonds. The world was bright and clear as the children with merry, tinkling laughter started sleigh riding, and once in a while a sleigh pulled by a horse and filled with happy, jolly people would pass. New York was a white fairyland. BETTY WEIN AND NATALIE Srnvrak, Sixth Grade fr. if A Happy Day It was a beautiful morning in June as Paul pushed back the tent flap so he could see the rising sun. It was his first morning on the road and he felt very happy. He always wanted to drive all the way to Maine and camp by the roadside and now he was doing it. He gazed hap- pily at the rising sun whose golden rays made every dew pearl shine. The little birds chirped merrily in their tree homes. The gentle breeze and the rustling leaves played music for their songs. Paul listened to them and thought, They must be as happy as I am. After breakfast he followed the babbling brook into the wood. It led him to a shady little bower while playing the music for Paul's thoughts: As I gazed from there I stood In a little shady wood, My eye rested on a bower Which held every sort of Hower. It was a very pleasant nook And near it was a gurgling brook. It laughed and talked and smiled all day To keep the blossoms happy and gay. The brook liked the poem, toog it babbled all the louder and coaxed Paul to follow it back home. When Paul went to bed that night, he saw the little stars twinkling merrily. He was going to think about his day, but the wind rocked him to sleep. The world was happy. Fairies One day I went walking in the wood And saw a fairy under a toadstool hood. First from a flower she took some dew Then, saying, Hello, away she Hew. She flew to a bird with a broken wing Who was so sick it couldn't sing. To the sick bird she gave her dew, This time quickly away she flew. She flew to a fountain to play by herself And whom should she meet but a sweet little elf. First taking a bow he said, Will you play? And so together they flew away. ARLENE BROWN, Fifth Grade Fifty-eight CAuoL RUSKIN, Sixth Grade The Moonlight Ni ght On a beautiful moonlight night The moon is shining its reflection On the green, still waters. All you can hear is the whispering of the leaves. The birds sleep in their nests, The frogs croak softly under the rocks, The trees sway to and fro, The sand of the beach is untouched by the summer's breeze. The darkness of the night grows lighter, The moon sinks in the morning's lightness, The birds begin to sing, The moonlight night has ended. IRMA NI-:wMAN, Fifth Grade