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

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Q 1936 INK PUT ' Silver Chief, Dog of the North By JACK O'Bx1aN Sergeant Jim Thorne of the Canadian Northwest Mounted Police, in searching for a certain criminal, took up his winter quarters in Silver Chief's hunting ground. Silver Chief was born to Dee, a wild huskie. Dee was killed by an Indian, which made Silver Chief hate and fear human beings. While wandering one day, Silver Chief came across the cabin of Sergeant Thorne. Thorne had heard about Silver Chief and he decided to catch him so that they could be pals. He did, and after many attempts he won the dog's affection, and they became great friends. All the hardships and how useful Silver Chief was to Thorne make exciting reading. Mr. O'Brien shows us what a faithful animal a dog is. NATALIE SILVER, Sixth Grade Tom Sawyer Mark Twain, the author of Tom Sawyer, was really living the life of Tom Sawyer. He is a lovable but mischievous young boy who has many funny experiences, in school and outside, with his playmates. One Saturday Tom was running out of his house to play when his Aunt Polly called him and told him to whitewash the fence. Tom said, Aw gee! Auntie, can't I play? You know it's Saturday. Now, now, Tom. You whitewash the fence. Tom went outside and started to whitewash. Suddenly he had an idea and started singing. One of his playmates passed and made fun of him, but Tom called to him, It will cost you six marbles and a dead rat to do what I'm doing. More boys came to trade with Tom. He had a good time and you will enjoy reading just who whitewashed the fence, and many other experiences. GEANE L1.Nz, Sixth Grade Sunrise The birds were the first up to welcome the morn with songs of praise and beauty. No sun ray was yet to be seen. A faint glimmer of light started to lift the darkness of the earth. The birds' songs were louder as if they were trying to lift the veil of night. Now it already seemed lighter. The sky became brighter at one end. The black turned to dark blue. The colors began their play. Purple was mixed with more pink and figures and shadows could be seen again. The sun came up with a fiery red garment, and everything around the sun was lit up. Nature can set a stage of beauty in many things, but a sunrise is unforgettable to those who see it. MURIET, SIMON, Fifth Grade L'Hiver Spring La neige tombe silencieusement Spring is almost here, Et les arbres sont en blanc All the children have much cheer. Le bebe joue dans la maison. Everybody loves the spring, Et sa mere le regarde tendrement. All the birds begin to sing. Autour de la maison le vent soufiie tres fort Spring is very gay, Et dans la campagne un calme profond All the children like to play, Mais le bebe n'a pas peur All the flowers start to bloom. Parce que sa mere est son bonheur. Fo the country we'll go soon. SUZANNE Wmuauookrr, Sixth Grade JOAN SAMEK, Third Grade Fishing Fishing, fishing, away we go. Getting fish from away down low. Bringing it to our Mother and Father. They say, Why did you take the bother? ARLYNE Pxorrsa, Second Grade Fifty-nine

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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

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' 1936 INK POT Q A Turtle Story Once upon a time there were two turtles. One was named Alan. The other was named Fox. One day they went for a walk. Suddenly they heard a voice behind them. They turned around and what do you think they saw? A little fairy. I wish I were a fairy, they said. Your wish is granted, said the fairy. Then what do you think happened to them? Their feet became dainty little feet. Their front feet became beautiful arms. Their big heads became tiny heads with beautiful golden hair. Then what do you think happened to their faces? Their eyes turned a beautiful blue, their lips became a beautiful red, and beautiful pink dresses with flowers all over appeared on them. They were pretty, lacy dresses, if you ask me. So they went and lived happily ever after with the fairies. BARBARA Scusysk, Second Grade My Visit to the Hayden Planetarium One day while reading the newspaper I saw an article telling that the Hayden Planetarium was open. I knew that there were seven Planetariums in the world and thought that it would be very interesting to see one. One afternoon after school mother and I went to the Planetarium. What interested us as soon as we entered the building was the Solar System. After watching it for quite a while we went upstairs to listen to the lecture. After we sat down the lights were turned off. I thought I was sitting on a bench in Central Park. Suddenly the stars appeared. It was one of the most beautiful sights I have even seen. RENEE Moiuuzu., Fourth Grade Caught in the lee! As we were driving along one cold winter's afternoon, we saw a crowd around a frozen lake. My father stopped the car. A dog had fallen into the water. He had been walking on the ice and his weight had broken it. He tried swimming out, but the ice kept breaking around him as he swam. On the shore there was a life preserver hanging on a pole. A man in the crowd threw it to the dog but the dog didn't know how to grab it. He was trying with all his strength to get loose. One last wiggle and he got free from the water and the ice. He ran to the other side of the lake. Then he rolled over and over in the snow to get warm. He gave himself a good shake. Meanwhile his master, who was a little boy, was looking for him. The boy ran toward the crowd around the lake. He took his dog in his arms and put a blanket around him. Then he ran happily toward his home. Ink Pot Material Ink Pot material is such hard work They sometimes think our duty we shirk. We send it in with such high hope But the committee retums it as a joke. They donit know what we go through In order to write a line or two. We copy again and again and again: The things come showering back like rain. If I had my way, believe you me, l'd sit with the Ink Pot committee. Sixth Grade A Cloud HELENE SIMON, Fourth Grade Turkey Lurkey I have a little turkey, His name is Turkey Lurkey. And he gobbles, gobbles, gobbles, And he wobbles, wobbles, wobbles. He grows fatter every day. At night he sleeps in the hay. Soon Thanksgiving will be here, And he will sadly shed a tear. Second Grade A cloud is floating in the sky, A cloud is fioating oh, so high. It looks like a net of golden lace, When the sun shines on its face. ANN FRANCES KAss, Sixth Grade Sixty