Caskin School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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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

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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 T 0 All Tlzofe DlifJ'dl'Zd'jf66! 66 OODNESS gracious, sighed the angel, such a terrible time as I had getting down to earth. I thought that silly old committee would never let me be the one to investigate this city. If we have any more squabbles I really don't know what I shall do. Angel Helen is getting perfectly impossible. She tries to boss that committee quite as if she was Chairman this year instead of only last year. Humph-I didn't miss that sly dig about the hem of my robe being a little uneven on the side, either. She knows very well that I get all my clothes made at Angel Mary's cousin. And just because Mary is a little more popular than Helen, she takes it out on running down the clothes her cousin makes. Some people are so petty and small-minded. That's one trouble up there. Such a petty atmosphere. It's a good thing we all arranged this trip to the world in order to find out if it was as lovely and marvelous as it has been painted to us. Though I really think that if the people that live on the wrong side of the barrier, my dear, hadn't started that movement of 'Impellists,' all this discontent wouldn't have been aroused. However, I think it's a very good idea. For my part I certainly was tired of playing that same harp in the choir for two thou- sand fifty years. They're only guaranteed for two thousand at the most. Oh, well, I suppose this is no way to begin my investigation. Let me see, which part shall I take first? That courier who recently came back said the happiness, content, well-being and joy on Park Avenue was unbelievable. I really think I shall be tempted to go there 1rst. The angel thought for a moment as if she was still undecided, and then resolutely flew east till she arrived on the lamp-lighted plane that was Park Avenue. Such tall build- ings and imposing entrances! Small wonder that mortals could be contented living in such pomp. At the corner she caught a glimpse of green shrubs in shiningly painted boxes with a purple clad attendant in front. In here she wandered. What commo- tion, she chuckled to herself, if all these gorgeous looking men in gold braid and stiflly visored caps knew that an angel was in their midst. Poor creatures-if they only knew how futile being an angel was! She envied violently, at that minute, the exciting life of the tiny devils and she wished she knew how to manipulate a pitchfork skillfully. Ah, well, which apartment should she choose? Here was one with a name on the door--Godfrey Livingston Pelt. Um'm, such a pretty name, so different from plain Angel this or Angel that. And now to really judge for herself. She became conscious of glaring black and white blocks and a pale green wall. VVhat a strange place. And what a strange-looking man. Ah, now she remembered, this must be one of those affairs called butlers she'd heard so much about. VVell, well, but where was that Godfrey Livingston Pelt? Such a strange noise, but how com- pelling, how compelling. In a minute she found herself in an immense room crowded with color and people. Young people all of them. What merriment, what gayety, what laughter and youth! In one end of the room in an alcove darkies played that barbaric music called jazz. Everywhere were Howers, but, thought the angel, the flowers that danced were much more beautiful. Strange that the angel with the insight and power- ful clarity of vision could not divine underneath it all the contempt of each one for the other, the despair, hard and bitter and final, with the finality that only youth knows under the mask of gay insouciance. But, no, the angel was blinded by the riotous music and shuffling feet and laughter-blinded like a mortal. How discontent clouds the perception! If mortals only knew that in everyone God had given the perception and clarity, but that the evil in their natures obscured it. Poor, foolish creatures and poor, foolish angel. Thirtyfseven