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

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The moon is a hazy gold, peeping coquettishly between the fleecy clouds. The crisp, dark, frosty blue of winter has softened to the blue- gray of the summer skyg Everything is under a lazy haze tonight. A small star shines shyly in the West. The peepers can be heard in full, shrill force against the back- ground of the bullfrogs' deeper tones. A small breeze stirs the baby leaves. The air smells new and clean. Now only a few peepers persist as if they had forgotten to stop. The world's asleep - why should I stay awake? Helen Pierpont, '42 TRANSFORNATION Foreboding clouds stealthily creep In front of the colorful sun. The brilliance of the day is lost - Transformation of storm begun. The earth is robbed of her sparkling mirth As shadows shut out the light. The world is wrapped in the cloak of storm - Transfonmation at its height. As silently as the clouds had appeared They vanish, revealing the sun Shining on earth in its beauty arrayed - Transformation of storm is done. Each night when darkness comes, It brings something close to me. My spirit then succumbs To the lights across the lea. For they're the railroad lights, Shining brightly next the sky. I love them of all sights As across the fields they lie. I look for themg they're there Through each night in spite ofall. To miss them I could not bear, E'en though it seems so small. 'Tis queer indeed, I know, So enthralled by them to be, But I have watched them so That they're just a part of me. Eleanor Steffen, '42 Irene Larson, '42 THE GOAL It ever calls me from beyond, I know not why. I go toward it unknowingly Never faltering. I have passed from youthful pri me Old age approaches. Now I know I have neared it - Everlasting peace. Rosalie Thalheimer, '42 High in the pale blue sky ' The golden eagle soars on high, The symbol of a mighty land That will always united stand. Peter Uastrom, '42 ' 0 ,

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Bill Doe, a college freshman gay, was going to make a call Upon the college president, Whose name was Nr. Gall. The other day' he'd got a note Inviting him to tea, ' And Bill had murmured to himself, Nwhat can he want with me?H with growing apprehension now He stood at Prexy's door. And nervously he rang the bell As many had before. His timid summons was answered by A trimly-costumed maid, ' who said, HPlease wait in there, For Mr. Gall has been delayed.H Bill heard as he sat waiting with wonderment and doubt The Prexy's cultured voice Rise in a wrathful shout. Wwhere is that brat?N the great man roared, ' And swore at home conditions, While Mrs. Gall was heard to speak with wifely admonitions. And then a little boy of ten Began to scurry through And seeing Bill, then briefly stopped And said to him, HDo you WKnow who is making all that noise? Well, it is only Popperg ' He thought that he would take a bath, But I just took the stopper.N Helen Pierpont , '42 I was doing my work in the Chemistry class when a thought came into my mind. This thought can serve as philosophy For myself and all of mankind. A diamond is but a few pieces of coal That stuck to their work, you see. If they'd quit before attaining their goal I wonder where diamonds would be. If people would think of those pieces of coal When they feel as low as can be, And try to stick till they reach their goal, what a lot of Hdiamondsu we'd see. Irene Larson, '42