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

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of dirty, straggly animals-yes, dogs at last, who seemed to be running away from a huge man with an over- sized net. Hurry! Hurry, or he'll catch you, one of them called to him 5 Skippy just stood staring at them. Why should he catch me? I haven't done anything ! If you don't want the dog-catcher to get you, you'd better run, barked another of the pack. At these words, light dawned for Skippyg he joined the others. But- too late! Suddenly the net was around him. He was finished-this was the end of his adventure. He was dumped into the truck which was already filled with howling, barking dogs, and driven to the pound. There they looked on his col- lar for something until Skippy, be- coming annoyed tried to bite the hand nearest his mouth. At this he was ignominiously pushed into a little cage and left to worry about his fate. The hours passed slowly. What 'A' Poor little dolly, Lonely and old, Once you were lovely With hah' of gold. You were my joy, When I was ten. How far apart We ue grown since then! THE 1949 SILVER Szmns price adventure ! mused Skippy. I could be at home chewing my favorite rubber ball or working on a bone. Speaking of bones-What do they in- tend doing with me ? Terror chilled his blood. His too long ears twitched convulsively. Tears gathered in his once bright eyes. A low whine came from the depths of his doggish heart. He was a picture of unendurable misery. Without warning, the sound of foot- steps iilled the corridor, but they were familiar footsteps! They were Penny's! Oh Penny, Penny. How glad I am to see you I welcomed the happy puppy with a series of sharp barks as he jumped up and down for sheer joy. Almost before he knew it, he found himself safely in her arms being comforted and covered with kisses, while his mistress asked, Skippy, why did you run away? Don't you love us anymore? Promise you won't do it again. The tail of a tired puppy joyfully wagged assent. 'A' 'A' Come, I'll dress you All in blue, As long ago I used to do. A birthday present You will be, Sent with love To a niece of three. PATRICIA MCGUIRK, 'Sl

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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

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