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

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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

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WALKING HOME FROM SCHOOL On my way home from school, I stumble over the gravel in the Hamden Hall driveway. It is fall, and the leaves are yellow, orange, bronze, and a very pretty red. The evergreens and pines make a glorious background. The sun is going down shining on this, making it even more brilliant. Then there is the hill, Blake Road, looming up ahead of me. I prepare for this by heaving a big sigh, and I start climbing slowly up the hill. My arms begin to ache carrying my books, but two more houses and I'll be home. The driveway seems even more steep to my aching muscles. Brownie, my red cocker spaniel, jumps for joy, seeing me. we both go into the warm house and get a snack before dinner. Then I settle down to my homework. Jean George, Grade 8 THE SUN THE ROBIN The sun is high, Little Robin Redbreast The sun is bright, where are you going? The sun is strong, I'm going to find a worm The sun shows light. For my babies in the nest. Andrew Kopkind, Grade l Averell Carter, Grade 1 THE NATURE ' s REIGN Out o'er the cold and barren fields To ice and snow .'v. the cold grass yields with rain and sleet and ice and snow The winters always come and go. But this the fiercest of them all Yields ice and snow in tangled brawl when gone the storms, the fields, they lay with skies o'er head a lightning gray. Awaiting spring, the nature's reign when fields with flowers are filled again The fields are slowly turning green And in the grass some buds are seen. And when at last the spring is here The little flowers then appear. Now Nature's fully in the reign Since spring is really here again. Terry Bryan Morehouse, Jr., Grade 6