Hamden Hall Country Day School - Perennial Pine Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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THE PINE TREE I watched the pine tree as it swayed And the graceful motions that it made. Its boughs bent almost to the groundg Its limbs with silver snow were gowned. Its shadows lay upon the snow Covering the ground with a purplish glow. But the wind began howling its merciless call I feared the lovely tree might fall. The branches were now drooping low The storm raged on, a merciless foe. Can the stately pine tree stand the storm, Or will it lose its stately form? will its everlasting beauty die, Or will it always stand on high? The raging storm was at its worst I But the tree still stood as it did at first, Its branches were dancing with the howling wind And it bore the storm, steadfast and grim At last the wind was calming down, The branches were lifting from the ground. The pine tree then stood in the silence of night Still the same beautiful picturesque sight. Joan Peugeot '44 ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT The soft tranquility of night has taken possession of the earth. All humanity is resting, yet the world moves onward. Down at the depot the watchman hears the steady tick, took, tick, took of the station clock. Through the window comes the humming melody of the swaying pines. The barking of Sam's dogs arises from the other side of town. A small eerie yelp, then a fierce bark pene- trates the silence of the night. At eleven-thirty sharp the night express rumbles noisily through the station. For one whole minute the earth shakes with noise. Directly after this loud outburst the world is left in such a stillness, the scratching of the watchman's pen fills the room. But soon a hoot-owl in the nearby woods sends a piercing note through the sleepy air. His comrade, the wolf, begins to howl. Perhaps her young have gone astray! Yet the bleating of sheep soon signifies that she is disturbing the innocent. An unknown crash awakes the watchman from his early morning dreams. He begins to pace the noisy floor, each creak resounding like a cannon shot. As dawn draws near the fowl begin to awaken and sing. The morning shift of men arrive as the old church bell in the tower tolls out loudly seven times--her worthy job of telling all it is seven and all is well. Harriet C. Mack, '43

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Jean McCurdy - You know, we had the nicest man - for dinner last night. Jack - How did he taste? Joan Kelly - Mr. Feldman if yellow is predominate over green in peas what would the children be if a negro married a Chinaman? Howie Lackman - Mongorls. Miss Nutting Kin the First Aid Classl- The best thing to do for a dislocated toe is to wrap it up and take it to the doctor. Miss Stewart - Can you use the word, acromatic, in a sentence, David? Dave Hiller - He went to the store to get some acromatic spirits of ammonia. Rosalie - Mr. Heller, I'd like this class better if we could go a little faster at the same rate of speed. 1 Bob - Miss Nutting, what percentage of carbon dioxide would you get if you breathed one lungful of air. Jack - sow - You have two lungs. Bill Duffy - So that night the man went into the bank. Bob - How could he go into a bank at night? Bill - It was bank night. Mrs. Donaldson - who is the Secretary of Agriculture? Jack Rasch - NCornN Wallace Shirley Kjeldsen Cto Mr. Odell, who is sitting at the deskl- Nay I get in the drawer? Nr. Odell - Yes, as long as you come out again.