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

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Once there was a bo NY HOBBY: GUNS when guns were first made in the early days, they were shot by using a flint and a hammer connected to one side of the gun. A little later a flint was not needed, and these guns were successful They were made of wood and metal. The powder was put in the gun by a stick with a small piece of cloth at the end of it. This type of gun, called a musket, was used in the Revolutionary War. There were guns guns that were made in very heavy and crude. in the old days. They is the back of the gun there is a metal piece inserted. after that which did not need a flint. The that time of our country's progress were The modern Suns are made much different than are made of metal except for one part, which Where the bullet is placed in the gun .which is pulled back and the bullet is The Garand rifle is the fastest-shooting rifle made now. It shoots five bullets without reloading. There is another rifle that shoots twenty bullets. The shells fly out of the gun as it is shot. This is done by a piece of wood which is connected just below and also beyond the trigger. THE, ,BOY AND HIS GAR Teddy Smith, Grade 7 APRIL HEATHER It was a sunny April day, 1 Y . His name was Bob. He had a car. ' The car said NPutt, Putt.n It went around the block and up the hill and always said 'Tutt,PuttJ' The car was a jolly car and so was the boy. Nelson Polsby, Grade 5 And a cloud appeared. ' No more was it a sunny day, Because the rain was on the Charles Jeppesen, Grade 5 THE INDIANS The Indians had lots of tents and tribes. Each tribe had a big tent in the middle of their camp. The tents were made of skin and sticks. They had a hole for the door. Henry Van Cleef, Grade 2 way

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A QUEER FELLOW A short, thin man resembling a rail was standing in front of the Marine Trust Co. I gave him a casual glance. As I turned away I began to think, HNow that indeed was a queer looking fellow.H Immediately I turned again to see him. This time I stared for a long time until I realized that the fellow had become aware of my staring. Even knowing this I could not turn my cutting gaze in another direction but to that of the queer little man. As I mentioned previously, our little friend was short and thin. He had a small round head with a large pudgy nose and small ears. All this gave him the appearance of being a cheap racketeer who would stoop to the lowest thing or trick just to make a few dollars. About the time that I was adding our friend's characteris- tics and getting a very low score, I heard the sharp report of a pistol, followed by several more. At that moment three armed men came running out of the bank, shooting their guns in the air to frighten the crowd. I immediately dodged behind a large steel mailbox. when I dared to peer out from my place of refuge, I saw that the queer little man had drawn a gun and was, surprising enough, shooting at the bandits. The bandits soon gave in when they saw that they were outnumbered two to one. I later learned that our queer little friend was a sharp- shooting G-man. Charles A. Berlepsch, '45 THE STORM It was a hot humid night, that night the storm came tearing across he country to rip up everything in sight, to devastate the land, to kill, to slaughter almost every human thing in its path. It was a terrible thing! I was startled from my sleep by the low rumbling and rolling sound of the quake that was arriving to crush and demolish all of us. I dashed to the door, stumbling over fallen objects, pulling on my clothes. The stairs were swaying as I reached them. Petrified as I was I knew they were the only means of escape. I quickly descended, screaming for the servants. They weren't there. They had fled in vain for I saw their little skiff being swallowed up by the waves. They must have capsized in their excitement. Escape, flee- that was all that ran through my mind. The water was rising, lapping, mounting. It was up to the porch. The house shook as another low rumbling sound came to my ears. Pillars fell, the floor caved in around me, the moans of the dogs floated to my ears as I forsook all hope of seeing the world once more. Lightning flashing, thunder clashing, all the buildings tumbling down, the water rushing in to cover all the broken remains, consciousness departed. Hudas Schwartz, '45