Catholic High School For Girls - Silver Sands Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Home Is The Hunter SKIPPY was an impish, black and white Cocker Spaniel puppy whose ears were too long and legs, too short for the rest of him. He was usually adorned with a huge red bowg that is, when he couldn't End a way to tear it off. To all outward appearances Skippy led a completely happy life. He had his own bed with its soft cushions and the old rug which he had fallen in love with at first sight, plenty of food to eat, a rubber bone and a whole collection of rubber balls to play with. He also had the companionship of a little girl named Penny, who romped with him and fed him pieces of candy and sometimes ice cream when he especially pleased her. Oh, yesl Skippy knew he should be content 3 but what he really wanted was adventure, adventure with a capi- tal A. Skippy knew that he would have to leave his happy home and journey into the unknown world be- yond the garden gate. So Skippy dreamed until that fateful morning when the garden gate was left un- locked. This was the moment he had been waiting and hoping for. Without daring to think he dashed out the gate and around the corner. His joy knew By Pafrlcla Corkery, '49 no bounds-he was on his own--ready to meet and conquer the world. While he was tumbling merrily down the street he came upon a huge black creature standing before a wagon. For a few seconds our hero was stricken dumb, but then said Skippy, who considered himself very polite and well educated for so small a dog. Pardon me, Sir, but you are the largest dog I have ever seen or heard of. Would you mind telling me your name, so that when I return home, I can spread your fame among my acquaintances? He had not finished speaking when the immense stranger began to quake with laughter. ' Oh, little friend, he replied when he had at last been able to check his amusement, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a dog. No indeed, I'm Jimmy, the Bakers' Horseg who are you ? Poor Skippy almost collapsed of embarrassment and being too upset to be sociable, he called, Excuse me, please, and fled down the street with the sound of horse laughter ringing in his too long ears. Skippy had other adventures. Then there burst upon him a whole army