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

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in k po t a surprise ONE morning Early Bird asked his moTher if he could go ouT To see his C-5randmoTher. Early Bird's moTher said, You may go laTer, because she is busy now. When you go you musT be very quief because she has a surprise Tor you. Early Bird was so exciTed ThaT he could noT waiT. Soon iT came Time To go. Early Bird asked his mofher Tor his bow and arrow. His moTher said. l don'T Think you beTTer Take your bow and arrow To your GrandmoTher's. She mighT noT like iT. Don'T you remember l Told you she has a surprise Tor you? So Early Bird wenT To his GrandmoTher's. He was very exciTed while he was on The way. When Early Bird goT There, he remembered whaT his moTher had Told him, so he was very quieT. When he opened The TenT Tlap whaT do you Think he saw? Why There on his GrandmoTher's lap was a liTTle baby sisTer. The very TirsT Thing Early Bird asked was, WhaT is The baby's name? GrandmoTher looked up aT Early Bird and said, When your moTher comes she will give The baby her name. When Running WaTer came she said The baby's name would be BrighT Eyes, because she had such brighT eyes. BARBARA LIGHTFOOT. Third Grade. jane ti etner JANE TIETNER was a very rich miser and, unTorTunaTely Tor The people who worked There. owned Springvale's largesT Cannery. Now everybody knew ThaT she was always cross, buT, she was Twice as cross during The Two weeks oT special canning because everybody came in Tor advice concerning canning The smaller vegeTables. On This parTicular morning, The sevenTh day of special canning, Jane was unbearable. She yelled aT everybody, unTil no one came in Tor advice aT all. Then, when The room was empTy oT humaniTy, excepTing Jane, The door opened creaking and-There!-upon The Threshold sTood a weird old man TransparenT as a pane oT glass. Jane saT There as if she were paralyzed. Suddenly The ghosT moved. iTs meTallic garmenTs clanking. Then. a minuTe's suspense, To Jane iT seemed like hours, and The ghosT Talked: Jane TieTner. you have sinned a greaT many wrongs. You are cruel, mean, wicked and, above all, you sTeal from your workers. You hoard your pennies like Fafner and Hreidman. The Andvari gold. You musT sTopl RepenT your sins or else six monThs To live are yours. Jane, repenT your sins, repenT your sins, do beTTer, do beTTer . . . The voice Trailed oT'T and when Jane looked up The ghosT was gone, Ever aTTer Jane TrieTel was known Tor The kindness and hospiTaliTy she besTowed upon ofhers. G-LADYS V. MARKELL, SixTh Grade. the ghost of the corner lot The C-5hosT of The Corner LoT walked by His howls made all The children cry, He walked by nighT and slepT by day. His groans would TrighTen Them away. UnTil one day a knighT walked by And heard The people scream and cry, Alas, The ghosT will walk TonighTl He Took his sword and cried, Fear noT, l'll slay The GhosT oT The Corner LoT. The knighT was up when The ghosT walked by And he heard his eerie, shrilling cry, He drew his sword and wiTh one sTroke The supersTiTion of The people broke. The ghosT no longer will walk by, No longer will The children cry, No longer will The people Tear, Because The ghosT will noT appear. TESSA LIPPMAN, SixTh Grade. TiTTy-seven

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ink pot the snowfall JUVENILE PRIZE All day long The snow Tell lighTIy Like some fairy child so sprighTly Clad The earfh in glisfening whiTe Breaking The darkness of The nighT. When aT lasf The moon came ouT. Turned her shiny face abouf, She saw no dull and barren land BuT silvery whife a fairy sfrand. From mansion down To hovel whiTe The snow had Transformed The nighf Sparkling as a Thousand iewels Wifh reflecTions in icy pools. Sleigh bells ring across The snow As oTf The dashing horses go Tingling wiTh our spiriTs high Down The counTry road we fly. Cold hearTy days like These WiTh a keen and blusTery breeze Blowing long from ouT The wesT Are The days I like The besf. RUTH MICHAELS, Fiffh Grade. the ghost of the sizzling bomb ASTRANGE and suspicious box, covered wiTh holes, lay on The windowsill aT The end of The hall. A maid happened To pass by ancl, seeing The hole, ThoughT iT was a bomb. She ran downsfairs and Told The house-deTecTive. The house-deTecTive called his assisTanT, who called The clerk, who followed aTTer calling The bell-boy. They ran upsTairs and saw aT The end of The hall The bomb .They heard a soff scraTch, To Them The sizzling bombl Suddenly, ouT of one of The holes popped a head dime. buf disTincT as big as a The deTecTive gave a yelp, his assisTanT ran down The sTairs Tasfer Than a lack-rabbiT bulleTg The maid TainTed complefely. The bell-boy did likewise, and as far as The clerk, doesn'T know whaf happened. A maid sfepped ouT of The room To ask abouT The commoTion. The deTecTive yelled Ghosf of The Sizzling Bomb! The Ghosi' of The Sizzling Bomb! and moTioned Toward Th The box had a posTmark on iT and, sTrange To say, if was addressed To This maid. She was puzzled. IT is from my sisTer, she ThoughT. She lisTened: The sizzling was scraTching, The ghosT was a Tiny head. OT course. said The maid, TurTIes from my sisTer's TurTle farm. IRMA NEWMAN, SixTh Grade. Tiffy-six bookland When everyThing is wrong and you don'T know whaT To do, You'll find ThaT almosT any book is an open door To you: Wifh ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MERRY MEN we'II spend a day or Two Or journey To TREASURE ISLAND, you'd like ThaT, wouldn'T you? We can follow IiT+le Alice righf Through Wonderland Or ioin up wiTh TOM SAWYER, and his daring piraTe band. l'm sure ThaT HElDl'd greef you in her mounTain home so highl And ThaT Those well loved LITTLE WOMEN will make you laugh and cry. When you've Traveled Through These books and made so many Triends, You'll find ThaT Book-land's loys never, never end. scared by a well, he sTill aT her. The e windowsill. RUTH MICHAELS, Fiffh Grade.

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ink pot the haunted house W E had been driving all day and loward nighllall we arrived al a small village. There were no holels, so we wenl lo lhe nearesl house. As I knocked on lhe door, a dog barked lrom wilhin and soon an old lady opened lhe door. We asked for sheller and she allowed us lo remain lor lhe nighl. We were cold and lired and decided lo slay, in spile ol lhe poor hospilalily shown us. We were laken inlo a large room wilh an old-lashioned bed in lhe cenler. Il looked so inviling lhal we soon fell asleep. Suddenly I awoke. There seemed lo be someone in lhe room. I could hear a groan now and lhen which gradually died away inlo a whisper. Across lhe window pane appeared a black shadow wilh lhe Iargesl head I ever saw. I dared nol waken my sisler for lear ol lrighlening her. Would morning ever come? We dressed hurriedly and I lold my sisler ol lhe horrors ol lhal nighl. The old lady asked us if we had slepl well. I lold her whal had happened. She laughed and said. Thal was lhe wind you heard coming down my old chimney, and lhe shadow across your window was my cal lhal prowls al nighl. We lell as soon as we could and resolved never again lo sleep in a slrange place. TESSA LIPPMAN, Sixlh Grade. nigalak NIGALAK was a li++Ie Eskimo boy. He lived in lhe Far Norlh. His molher's name was Ikwa. His lal'her's name was Agoonack. One day Nigalak's molher was having a baby. She named il Nipsu. Agoonack was on a hunl. When he came back he had a polar bear. His molher skinned il righl away because she needed lood and clolhes lor Nipsu. Nigalak was oul playing wilh his lriends. Eskimo children play shooling games and lhey fish. When Nigalalc gol home his molher had some bear meal ready. Nigala'4 was hungry and lired. He ale and lhen he wenl lo sleep. GLORIA BARNETT, Third Grade. m0ther's love UNE day as molher bear was in lhe woods leeding her young cubs, she smell danger in lhe air. The molher bear was willing lo risk her lile lor lhem. When she discovered lhal hunlers were aller her and her cubs, she quickly lold her cubs lo run away. The molher was lacing sudden dealh. As lhe hunler was aboul lo shool, lhe sherill ol lhe counly came along and said, You know lhis is nol lhe hunling season. You will gel a hundred dollars line or a hundred days in iail. While lhey were arguing lhe molher bear slipped away and lound her cubs. Animals are like people in lheir supreme love lor lheir children. MURIEL SIMON, Sixlh Grade. the sun and the moon While lhe sun lies lasl asleep, The slars inlo lhe dark nighl peep. The moon so yellow and so brighl Is dubbed lhe guardian ol lhe nighl. While il slowly passes by, The slars lheir nighl walch keep on high. The sun awakes from his long sleep And from his warm bed, slowly creeps. ll is lhe break ol lhe coming dawn. Il is lhe slarl ol a beaulilul morn. The sun is rising higher, high. 'Tis day, lhe sun is lhe king ol lhe sky. IRMA NEWMAN, Sixlh Grade. lilly-eighl