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

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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.

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GHOST MUSIC Everyone with the exception of myself wondered just what the haunting melody was that came from the queer old dilapidated house at the far end of town. I did not wonder because I had made several visits to the house. I again had the urge to go into its cold, dark interior. The night was dark and stormy and the silver rain came down in vicious torrents. I donned a heavy black raincoat and an equally heavy pair of boots and made my way up the dark shadowy street. I turned the corner and pr,ceeded by the forbidding woods-- then a dark gigantic figure loomed in my way. It was the shadow of the decrepit old house. I picked my way up the rickety old steps and stumbled awkwardly across the porch. I say I stumbled and I did just that because the poor old porch was minus many of its boards-- boards that were in their day heavy and majestic. I turned the rusty door knob that creaked so ncisily and shoved the huge oak door open. Nothing but torturous darkness met my eyes, and a clammy stale odor reached my nose. I felt into my large pocket for the tiny but faithful flashlight I always carried. I flashed it about and the same familiar sights greeted me, the hundreds of dust laden cobwebs, the gray sheets darkened by age that covered the now antique furniture, the fallen in staircase at the end of the hall, and the venerable grandfather's clock that had stopped so long ago. I went into the drawingroom. On my way I drew my finger over a crumbling broken down table, covered by layers of dust. I stepped through a door hanging precariously by its rusty hinges and found myself in the once beautiful music room. My eyes travelled over the rotting furniture and came to rest upon the object that drew me to that haunted old house-- the organ. It was not dusty because I had dusted it so many times before. I sat down on the faded velvet bench and ran my fingers over the prefious ivory keys. A soft, floating melody filled the large somber room. I never knew how long I played but every minute was heaven, Finally, but with much hesitation, I tore myself from it and proceeded on my dread and melancholy way home. ' Bettie Barnes, '43 WINTER FUN Gliding, sliding, down the hill, Oh, what fun and what a thrill! The skating is so very nice, Take a flop and crack the ice. Skiing is a lot of fun, when my day of work is done. Making snowballs for a fort, Where we'll have a lot of sport. James Hershman, Grade 6