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

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rfcnmg-rue: i no-xyrgirmvm 'rc piss THA'1'l,TBA1N WCome, come now. I don't want to miss that train! Aunt Sarah, will you put that hat box over there by the door? I don't want to forget it, for it has the cake that Aunt Millie made for me. We'll have to hurry now. The train leaves in a few minutes. Say, porter, oh yoo-hoo, porter. Are you sure that the train comes at three? Of course I'm going to Jonesboro! what track does the train come on? Track 46? Oh, thank you. And where, my good man, is track 46? Down the corridor to the left? Thank you, my good man, and here's a nickel for you. Come now, Binnie, don't dally! Binniel Don't put that suitcase on top of the cake! Haven't you any sense? Sometimes I wonder. My, am I excited! Now, Uncle Alec, put that trunk over there, and Jeremiah, please don't do that! I have enough things on my mind now without taking a pie. Although I do love blueberry pies, but they make my teeth blue. Let's go down to the train, now, it's a quarter to three. And I don't want to miss that train! Joe, will you please get a porter for me? Oh, and please give me my purse, Aunt Laura? I have to get my mirror. Ny, but I feel warm! Well, good-bye now, I miss you. Say, Aunt Sarah, tell Aunt Amie that I liked her cake. Thank her for me, will you? Betty Cureton, Grade 7 ' THE PINE TREE Little pine tree of the forest Alive in my memory Braving the storms of winter Bringing good cheer to me. Little pine tree of the forest Through the years I've watched you grow Dressed in your green of winter covered with glittering snow. Goodbye, little pine of the forest Goodbye, 'till we meet again Swaying in the winds of winter Listening to the rain. Priscilla Deibert, Grade 6 MY AIRPLANE TRIP SPRING As I flew up in the sky I heard the peepers singing I watched the clouds go floating by. Down by the creek. Down below I saw many a town I saw he daffodils swinging Stretched like a carpet on the ' In the grass so deep. ground. Owen Garner, Grade 4 Lurinda Mack, Grade 4

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A DOG'S DIARY January 15 - My master and mistress went to the shore for tea today, and they locked me up in the cellar. So I decided to have a little fun. Master has a tccl box up on a low bench. It is filled to the brim with screw -- drivers, saws, hammers, and other tools. I climbed up on the bench and pushed the kit with my feet. Over it wentn Bang! Crash: Hammers, saws, and everything fell out on my poor head, Then, oh dear: I heard the car coming into the garage. My master let me out of the cellar. I thought he'd find out but he didn't. January 16 - My master found out last night. He was going to put together a bed which Little Mistress had received for Christmas and he found the tools and box lying on the floor. Boy, was I scoldedl Master will never whip me unless he catches me right after I do something wrong. But he certainly can scold a dog by the look in his eyes. January l7 M This morning master got me up early and brought me into the house. As soon as I got into the house I heard a motorcycle going up the street. Master hadn't closed the door all' the way, so I dashed out and raised a rumpus. My mistress called loudly from her window, and I came back with my tail between my legs, to be chained up all morning. Pity a poor dog's life!!! ' Susan Tracy, Grade 7 AFTER THE STORM After the storm had subsided the waves tore at the ragged rocks, which had for so long endured the beating and the pounding of the surf. The breakers were crowned with white caps vmich crusted the shore with foam. Far out at sea one czuld see the faint outline of a ship tossing about in the gusty wind Cne could realize how hopeless the people on that boat felt marooned out in the ocean that night with only the swelling waves tc comfort them. However, now that solemn quiet that takes place after a storm at sea has suddenly descended - the waves begin to cease their dashing and surging, and instead they start to roll stealthily in with just a slight ripple as they reach the shore. The sky is very different also - from a black-clouded sky it changes quite rapidly into calm and serene clouds, which form everchanging shapes. Emerging now and then from the clouds is the moon with its silvery light pouring down upon the rippling waves. Elizabeth Duncan, '43