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

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FOOTSTEPS IN THE NIGHT My brother and I were staying at a big house in a little village. The rest of the family had moved to a town about fifty miles from there. It was in June, so we were staying to finish school. One hot night it had been very hard for me to go to sleep. Around the middle of the night I was awakened by bright lightning and loud blasts of thunder. The rain was pouring down and beating on the roof. I would be almost asleep when a streak of bright lightning would come along. when the rain began to die down and almost step, I could hear funny sounds. It seemed like the steps of a person. They sounded as if they were coming up the hall toward my room. After a little while I still heard the sounds although they didn't seem to move along the hall anymore. It was very mysterious. Then, all of a sudden, I realized what it was. It was raindrops beating on the roof. ' ' Roberta Jean Sloatman, Grade 7. HERBERT, THE POTATO BUG OF BUGVILLE Herbert was the cutest little potato bug that you could ever imagine. Some of his kinfolk are Henrietta, his sister, his pop, Alexander, his mom, Harriet, his uncle Oscar, his aunt, Matilda, his cousin, Maybelle, and his best friend Oblimifororious, the otter. , In the town of Bugville there lived Herbert. He had the cutest 'ittle bed and the cutest 'ittle quilt on it that his mother had made for him when he was an Wittsy, bittsyn baby so he could keep warm when the fierce cold winds would blow in his little room at night. In his little room his mother had made the little curtains out of some material that had little potato bugs all over it. This made him very happy. One day Herbert got a huge brainstorm and decided that he would go west and start a HDude Ranchn for the potato bugs in Bugville. Before long he ran short of money and had to borrow some. Soon he had enough money to pay back the money that he had borrowed. Now he had an excellent business and he had gotten quite a lotuof money. When one day Henrietta, Alexander, Harriet, Oscar, Matilda, Maybelle, and Oblimiforcrcus got into the car and went out to Herbert's HDude Ranch,h to spend the summer. Strangely enough the very night that his family get there his sister was captured by a band of horse thieves- He Lcrt got on his horse and after a hazardess ride he finally caught up with the horse thieves and got his sister back. when his father made out his will, he left all his money to Herbert because he had rescued his sister, Henrietta. Jan Elizabeth Oakes, Grade 6

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THE BLUEBIRD There was a little bluebird sitting in a tree. He was singing a song, and that song was meant for me. The sky began to darken and it was getting late, So off the bluebird went To find his little mate. ' Ann Perkins, Grade 3 A SUNNY DAY The sun is as bright as bright can be, If you look at it you can not see.- It shines so bright on a sunny day, And then maybe the clouds get in its way. Joyce Abrahamson, Grade 5 AFTER SCHOOL CONVERSATION It was about five o'clock Friday night. The schoolroom was quiet when all at once a desk top started to rise. Out jumped Skinny Ruler. He at once began to ring a bell. All the other desk tops began to rise also. Erasers, pencils, crayons, books and rulers all came up to Skinny in single file. Q Skinny began to talk.. WSay, you know I think we ought to do something about the way we're being treated.H MSO do I,H said Scratchy Pen. WJust the other day I was filled with ink and I fell off of the desk. My owner didn't even clean me upin ' WThe same goes for men, exclaimed Reddy Pencil. HI was resting peacefully the other day and all at once I was taken out if the desk. My owner started to bite me to pieces. Oh, how it urtln nYou known, said Johnny Book, Hjust because the boy who owns me doesn't like Latin, he puts mustaches on the pictures and scribbles all over me.n Nwelln, replied Softy Eraser, HI have nothing to complain about but you should see the desk I live in. It's awful. The books are thrown all over the desk and the papers are so messy. I am terribly uncomfortable.U ' NOh dearn, remarked Skinny, Hit's awfully late. We better get our sleep. Tomorrow we'l1 decide more about it.H Barbara Stevens, Grade S.