Catlin Gabel School - Garrulous Pine Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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E RRU OU THE LAND WHERE IT NEVER STOPPED RAINING Foo Gee sold candles He luved un a small house near The bug dock where all The uunks came back Trom The bug cuTues The candles ThaT Foo Gee made were very Tall and oT many colors When you burned The red candles The black shoongsa The boy devul couldn T TrughTen you Tor he was aTraud oT red ThaT was why each luTTle boy wore a red rubbon around hus wrusT Foo Gee was a wonderTul old man He wasn T very Tall and hus TeeT shuTTled when he walked buT he could Tell sTorues He knew all The legends abouT The mounTaun and The raun and The dragon lvlung Ho He knew all The sTorues oT prunces and pruncesses ThaT was how he happened To Tell Ah Wung and lvle Long Thus sTory Once upon a Tume The emperor Foo Chu had a daughTer who was The mosT beauTuTul gurl un all The land Where she luved uT rauned all The Tume Wung See loved The raun She luked To hear The raun paTTer on The rooT and lusTen To The roll oT The Thunder When uT was Tume Tor Wung See To be marrued her TaTher senT The shadchan The marruage messenger Through The land announcung ThaT Wung See was Tor marruage A prunce came Trom a Toreugn counTry brungung many guTTs Tor Wung See The Toreugn prunce marrued Wung See and Took her Tar away To hus counTry Here uT never rauned The wund never blew and you never heard The Thunder roll Wung See grew dusconTenTed and never smuled The prunce asked her whaT The Trouble was buT she would only shake her head Funally Wung See s wauTung maud duscovered The Trouble and Told The prunce AT TursT he was dusmayed buT he asked The Lord Hugh Chancellor whaT To do The Lord Hugh Chancellor wenT To The MasTer oT The Royal Bedchambers who wenT To The Keeper oT The Guards who begged Tor a Tew munuTes To Thunk uT over and Then ran To The Cook who suggesTed summonung all The Taulors un The counTry To come To The palace Here They were To rup up yards and yards oT sulk To sound luke The wund un The Trees The Keeper oT The Guards was delughTed so he ran To The MasTer oT The Royal Bedchambers who Told The Lord Hugh Chancellor who Told The prunce The nexT mornung The pruncess Wung See was awakened by The sound oT The wund llT was really The Taulors who had come over nughT She lay un bed wauTung To hear The paTTer oT The raun and The roll oT The Thunder buT none came Agaun she grew sad Thus Tume however The prunce knew whaT To do So he asked The Lord Hugh Chancellor who wenT To The MasTer oT The Royal Bedchambers who wenT To The Keeper oT The Guards who asked The Cook The Cook suggesTed sum 30 TH GA L S PINE ll ll

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E OM WINDO Way baclc In The musTy anhgue shop on Top oT a luTTle gold clocx saT MnmeTTe Qnce oh so long ago when The wheels oT The clocls moved lV'I1meTTe had danced BuT ThaT was a very long Tnme ago Now she saT w1ThouT movung her Tuny gold eyes as she waTched The old woman dusT The Tawdry Treasures rnosT oT Them worThless She heard The old woman Ile abouT The age oT Parsley shawls heard her malie up legends concernnng The snlver Tea seT IT The old hag only lcnew ThaT The lrTTle gold cloclc had been given by a lcung To hs TavoruTe dancer BuT now There were no Tace oT The l1TTle gold cloclc Why don T you go7 she aslced ThaT nmbecule oT an old woman has seT me on Three legs and my wheel us caughT whnned The cloclc Q oo la la snghed MnmeTTe The old woman dusTed The small clocls and seT :T wlTh a bang beTore The wundow Perhaps someone would see :T There and buy lnslde The cloclc a wheel began To whnr lVIumeTTe sTared beTore her w1Th sTarTled eyes The wand was Tlungung channs oT pears agaunsT The wundow Trorn The cabareT IU Boul Much came The sTranns oT music and rnghT beTore The wrndow a man caughT a maid IH hls arms and lcnssed her The l1TTle wheel Inside The cloclc whurred more Turuously lVlmmeTTe began To dance oo la la' s e sang Love an lsses ove an :sses 1Ts T e same old world aTTer all Tnclc Toclc Tnclc Toclc Tnclq Tocli purred The cloclc lvlarlorne Wnse 33 SNO Lulce a cold doom Talllng every here Cover ng poverT, w Th s Trozen glare Unloclcrng deaTh s door leav ng an open ng nere So cold ThaT cheerless Taces almosT Treeze So cold ThaT only deaTh can brung Them ease Mary l4aTe Wheeler Grade 8 TH GARRULOUS PINE 29 FR THE ANTIQUE SHOP W 1 . . F . ' I such gala days, no jewels, no music, no lclsses, no love. She locked The - 4 - . - y . . . MO- - - h . d lc' ,l d lc' , h W

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E monlng The Mayor oT The Drum Corps wno should sTaTron hrs band n The Palace Gardens under The prrncess wrndow I-Iere They would roll Therr drums so as To sound lrlse The Thunder The nexT mornnng when The pruncess awolqe she smrled To IT was rarnungl IT was really only The Drum Corps playnng Therr drums BUT alasl ATTer seven weelcs all The srllc was Torn rn TaTTers and The drums were all worn Through Trom so much playnng The prrncess became sad agaon and wepT To go home The prrnce was desperaTe he wenT To The Royal IVIunrsTer who sand ThaT The Ivlung Tong The marrnage god had decrded To have The pruncess Wang See reTurn To her home AT The Land Where IT Never STopped Rarnrng Alrce Brddle 35 O Man s a rn n Te s happrness alon An unTuITrlIed des re ThroughouT hrs Tame To caTch one srngle momenT aII subllme The ocean s mrghTy roar a rose Tull blown The whur OT wungs To show a bnrd has Tlown Are all a parT oT The nmperTecT rhyme ImperTecT sTuII and ever In man s clrme OT happiness TulTlIImenT never Icnown Then can There be no TuTure aTTer I Te7 No Tull rlch goal beyond Thus morTaI sTrrTe No deep TuITrIlmenT oT The morTal s a m LeT man Tace deaTh aspurnng soon To claum T-Tas happiness The goal oT all hrs years And leT There be a smrle rnsTead oT Tears RuTh Teuser 32 The slcy encloses The world wrTh rTs srlence There as a promrse or snow and buTTer weaTner In :Ts gray cloud sTreams I-Iere and There Alone Tree holds rTs naked branches AThwarT The cold serenrTy oT heaven There s o sound No color To mar The Tone oerTecTIon OT November T rs sTrange sren wo Id a oo Answers my lonely ne-arT Nancy Warren, 33 TH GARRULOUS PINE 3I . . , . . I I I I n I I . ' rx n X lasT The poor liTTIe princess wenT baclc wITh The prince To her TaTher, in S N N E T I I I I7 I ' , 6, I V ' A ' I ' I , ' 1 1. I . . . 7 ' ' I 7 S I L E N C E If T 3 T T , I 4,