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

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Rosrsup .mn THE THIEF There was once a fairy named Rosebud. One day Rosebud's mother made some cookies. It happened that a horse-fly lived near by and he smelled the cookies. Rosebud was playing in the yard. Mr. Horse-Fly wanted to taste the cookies, but when he came to the yard, there was Rosebud. He took Rosebud in his wings, and flew away with her and the cookies. He flew to a poppy, where he laid her down, and started eating the cookies. Now it happened that Mr. Horse-Fly was a little bit sleepy. So he lay down and went to sleep. Rosebud's mother came to find Rosebud in the poppy. They both looked at the horse-fly, who was having bad dreams because he ate too many cookies. Then they went home. Barbara Hells, Grade 5 THE WOODS RAIN In the woods Rain, rain, I like you. when it's warm You help the flowers grow. The sun shines down. when it's hot The woods are warm. You make the water flow. Peter Bennett, Grade 1 Charlotte Ann Chase, Grade l A BLACKBIRD A blackbird lit on the roof of a shed, There a bright shingle he spied. H nAh, ha, here's something for men, he said, Then under the shingle he pried. Joy Davis, Grade 4 NY BIKE I have a brand new bike, It's mostly red and white, And everywhere I go, It's shining in the light. Jack Curtis, Grade 5

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THE WALL STREET CRASH The day was warm and bright. Now and then a cool breeze rippled through the trees. The village was quiet except for the low conversation of the shopkeepers. Down the dusty road came Mickey, whistling loudly as if to announce his coming. HHey, Nickey,W someone cried, Ncome here a minute.W Mickey walked across the street and planted himself in front of the village postmaster. HYou want me?H he inquired pleasantly. NUell,H the postmaster replied, dragging the words out as slowly as possible, Wsome rich stockbroker is going to move into the big house on the hill, and he wants a boy to tend the lawn for him. Do you think you might want the job?N WSure thing,H cried Mickey, Hhow much do I get?H The postmaster grinned, HA dollar a week, you little rascal. what are you doing with it all?H WAh, gee, I don't know. How long is he staying?N HNine- ten weeks, he wasn't sure.H HOh boy, wait until I tell the kidstn That night Mickey had all his plans made. Thinking them over, he smiled happily. A dollar a week for nine weeks would add nine dollars to his life savings of seven dollars. And sixteen dollars would buy the blue bicycle that was in the window of Steven's hardware store. It would be his very own, which he himself had bought. He pictured himself riding proudly down the street. He would let his friends ride it, he assured himself, but he would be very fussy as to who were his friends. After all, a fellow with a bicycle was pretty special. One day as he was strolling through the center of the little village, he saw the postmaster frantically beckoning to him. Think- lng, perhaps he was going to tell him when the man was going to move in, he crossed the street whistling merrily. An hour or so later, Hickey's mother saw her son sitting on the back porch. He looked as if he had lost his last friend. NNickey, dear,n she asked, Hwhat is the trouble?H The boy stood up, lifted his arms in a gesture of despair, and sighed. Hwall Street has ruined me. That rich fellow that was going to move into the big house on the hill went broke.N Bernice Neumann, '45 A CURVE IN THE ROAD We met at a curve in the road There seemed to be room for us all The day was bright, the road was broad, We heard the future call. we have passed the curve today, The road AHEAD is RIGHT The time has passed for play Virginia Benton, '43 We have strength- our hearts are light.