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

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' STARS Stars, stars, stars, up in the sky so high, Great,men have passed under you, days and days gone by, Washington, Lincoln, and Christ, our king Are some of the men whose tribute I bring. You are so brilliant in the dark, Like many a little, twinkling spark. You are so beautiful in the sky, And you are eternal, while I shall die. Clifford Dewolf, Grade 8 AND THE LIGHT GALE ON Although she had slept the night through, Anne Gordon awoke feeling depressingly sleepy. As she opened her eyes, she suddenly felt alone and desperate, as if she were the only human being on a bleak, windswept island. It was not the first time she had ex- perienced this feeling because for one month she had constantly sought a job without success, and her already scant resources had been reduced to exactly 3.87. There was certainly nothing about her room to lessen her feeling of gloom. The wall was decorated with a cheap, flowery paper, and one bureau, one chair, and an iron bed, the mattress of which might very easily have been stuffed with rocks, composed the furnishings. The room not being too warm, she slipped out of bed and began to dress hurriedly. Finished, she put on a rather shabby brown coat and hat and left the room. Because her rent was over- due, she tiptoed as quietly as possible down the creaky stairs, thinking it best not to arouse her landlady. Outside she was quite at a loss as to what to do with herself. She couldn't afford breakfast, and the stores had not yet opened. So with nothing in particular in mind, she crossed the street, and began to walk briskly about the park. The cool autumn air soon revived her spirits and brightened her outlook. A Yet as the day wore on, and she walked from place to place only to find that her efforts were futile, the day lost its bright- ness, and became, as had so many others, a jobless one. Slowly the hours dragged by, until, as the shades of evening came on, Anne Gordon started homeward. Entering the park, she sank wearily down onto a bench. Her whole body ached from her ceaseless walking, and her head throbbed relentlessly. For fifteen minutes she sat there, letting the breeze cool her flushed cheeks. She started to read the newspaper which lay on the bench beside her, but casting it down, she got up and walked slowly away. A few minutes later, the light over the bench, having been turned on, seemed to shine directly on an article at the top of the paper. It said: Anne Gordon has inherited a large sum of money, anyone knowing of her whereabouts will please notify. Barbara Miller, Freshman