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

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SERVICE In a warlrldden world that is torn between dem- ocracy and dictatorship assiduous service to the ideals,causes,and institutions of democratic freedom is our task if we ever hope to gain a better world for the tomorrow. There are small plaques in the elevators of a cer- tain hospital which readgnwe are trying te make ser- vice a privilege to those who serve and a pleasure to those who are served, This is the motto of men and women who day and night,untiringly,aro giving their all to the service of humanity. Service is the means of expressing love,gratitude, courage,fa1th,friendship,honer,and loyalty. As such it is the cause for true happiness. This thought is beautifully expressed in a ceremony of the Camp Fire G:Lrls,in which one readsg We glorify work because it is through work we serve and are happy. We work to win, to cenquer,to be mastersgwe work for the joy of working and because we are free.n Usually work is toil, and yet it is self-sntisfy-- ing tee. I do a better job because extra effort does -something for my self-respect. Is there any joy to cpmpare to that of a task or project well done? How 'many of my vorks,how much of my life can I look back on and criticize honestly and still tell myself that 1 is good? Have I carried myself out in that assignment in a manner worthy of myself, so as to make myself worthy of higher service? Only in a free nation can service be so freely and gladly given. Such unselflsh service is given and great sacrifices are made for the love of God and Man. This is characteristic of great nations today. Joan Kelly '44 t

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Summer Summer glides in from over the hills As winter sneaks away, One hears the call of the whippoorwill Each eve at the close of day. Summer glides in and strews dew at dawn, Brightly sparkle the drops as she skims o'er the lawn, Butterflies glide and soar about, Robins go darting in and out. Summer glides in with her gowns to unfoldg Foliage is dense and green, All scattered about are blossoms of gold, And the grass is fresh and clean. Summer glides into the huge, green trees, And through them whistles a soft, clear breeze The birds are singing all the day, And everyone is bright and gay. Clifford F. Wolf - '46 Fanoies To a small cottage Just over the way A young maid goes trudging At the end of each day. I know not her name, Yet still at her sight A bright ray of sunshine Softly steals through the night. Bernice Neumann - '45