Caskin School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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THE BLUE MCON The Way ofa Dog ANDY was a dog, and furthermore, he was by far the most-cherished and privi- leged individual of his master's household. That is to say, he was until a certain unforeseen event occurred in his life. Now, Sandy, being an Irish terrier, had a large abundance of peculiar and cunning traits, to say nothing of certain marked likes and dislikes. All this perhaps explains the odd fact that he had become unspeakably, indeed shamefully, for his dog respect, attached to a baby! And this same baby had cost him the loss of more than one of his canine friends, for they were very wont to accuse him of puppy-love, which was truly a disgraceful state of affairs for a dog of his breeding and social standing. It all came about with the arrival in the household of a small baby, in the event of which Sandy became positively sea sick with jealousy and green with envy. However, after the manner of his sect, he soon dogfully overcame this tendency, and contrary to the very best of his intentions, he found himself being drawn slowly but inevitably into the heart of a baby. And, as though that were not enough, to his utmost horror and indignation he discovered one day that this small bundle of living material, this atom of disrespect, this pink and white squirming symbol of interference, was working its way into the intricate depths of his resentful dog-heart, by means of little pink paws, totally unlike any he had ever seen before. As the days went by, to Sandy's relief his new charge began to show signs of growing intelligence, in that it crawled about on four legs and, at sight of a bottle of milk, uttered a queer noise, which Sandy supposed was a bark in its most primitive stage. He also found to his utter amazement that when small hands, waving aimlessly about, came in Contact with his tail or pinched his nose, he not only did not resent it, but he thrived on it. A He began to wonder what he should call this thing that had come into his life so sud- denly. Surely, it wasn't a puppy? He was now bereft of this illusion, for the thing had actually stood up and walked on two legs. Sandy had heard the creature referred to as Baby, so he, too, adopted that name for it. Then one day Sandy noticed that the little hand which usually grasped his tail so firmly was weak and twitching, and so hot he almost thought his tail might be burned if he did not draw it away. Two nights later, when the house was very still, Sandy gently nosed the door of Baby's room open and stole in. The room looked so strange he was frightened for a minute, and then by the light of a dim lamp he discerned a strange object in the middle of the room. On approaching it he decided the family must have bought the new crib they had been talking of, as Baby had almost outgrown his carriage. As he jumped up on a chair in order to see the dear little face he had grown to love he noticed there were many flowers about. Those odoriferous objects that grow in the ground. He wondered if Baby had them there from preference. Personally he loathed flowers. They tickled his nose and made him sneeze. Baby was asleep, so Sandy lay down in the chair. Somehow, though, he couldn't close his eyes without once more climbing up and ten- derly licking one baby hand. But Baby didn't smile and seemed so cold. For the first time in his loyal little life Sandy was lonely in the same room with Baby. He curled up in the chair, and as he squeezed his eyes together to shut out the loneliness, a big tear trickled through the whiskers on his cheek. Thirtyffive

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THE BLUE MOON The Lower Sflzool Iikktory HERE are ten of us this year in the Lower School: Louise Cuberly, Mary Louise Swartz, Catharine Pancoast, Kathar- ine Armstrong, Peggy Pancoast, Edith Wetherill, Amy Barnes, Helen Mossman, Louise Pancoast, Frances lvlclntire. Louise Cub- erly and Mary Louise Swartz are the Lower School babies. We had a club this year called the Good-Natured Club. Miss McClure, our teacher, was appointed Chairman. Louise Pancoast, Presidentg Helen Mossman, Vice-Presidentg Amy Barnes, Secretary, Peggy Pancoast, Treasurer. One day the Lower School took a trip to the Commercial Museum, and we also went to the picture exhibition at Wanamaker's Store. The Lower School took part in the gymnasium exhibition. Even little lVIary Louise did her part well, and all the members of the Lower School helped to make the exhibition a success. The Lower School entertained the Upper School at tea one Thursday afternoon. Exam! Oh, exams are an awful bore, And always on the night before We cram and cram each lesson through. And that isnyt all we do- We get ourselves all tired out, And nervousness begins to sprout, So really by the time it comes Our minds are like the beat of drums. We cannot work, we cannot think, We're tired and our minds are blank, And thus our minds are judged, too true. I don't think it's fair, do you? For when We're tired and out of sorts We really don't look it, but we're sports. It isn't fair to our brains, though, To allow them to be judged so. PEGGY TAMS, '27. Thwty four

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THE BLUE MUON The next day many people came. Sandy guessed his mistress was giving another party, except they didn't all sit at different tables and he didn't receive as much attention as usual. He noticed gratefully, though, that nearly every one went in to admire Baby in his new bed. Sandy hoped they would not admire the bed- too much, for then his mis- tress might have it credited. He reflected that he had often heard her use that word in connection with objects which mysteriously disappeared. Later in the afternoon a big white car came to the house and Sandy thought, though he wasn't quite sure, that some men put Baby's new bed into it. His heart leaped with joy. Perhaps they were going to have it credited. WVhen the people had all gone he galloped up to Baby's room. Yes, the horrid new bed was gone, but Baby? Where was hef Sandy couldn't quite understand. He whimpered once. He was so rather alone. He went downstairs, vaguely wondering if he had that disease called appendicitis, for there was a queer lump in his throat. After looking mournfully off in the direction the big white car had gone, he crept around to the back of the house and sank down in a heart-broken little heap. Pushing his poor little black nose under the edge of the cellar door, he whimpered and cried his heart out without danger of being heard, for it was a very undogly thing to do. Sandy ran away that night. Perhaps he went in search of the large white car which had taken Baby out of his life as suddenly as he had come into it. Perhaps, who knows? he had found solace in death, which to even a dog may open vast realms of glory, sweet with the lingering memories of a baby's smile. Tonnv Toon. T 0 the Clary 0f19.26 Dear Class of 1926, We say goodbye to youg VVe wish you joy and happiness And a sky forever blue. We hope that in your journeys, And through the future years, Your days will be of happiness And free of ill and fears. May you be guided by the truth And knowledge you gained here, And may your wisdom be increased By each and every year. So we say goodbye to you, Wishing you success, And hope that all your future years Will be of happiness. PEGGY TAMS, '27. 'Ihirtyfsix