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

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Every door was barred: the police on guard With naught to do but waitg While the world all slept and the shadows crept The troopers stayed up lateg Suddenly they saw a shadow Steal through the alley gate. There was a shout: three shots rang And then they shot again. cut, The bullets whizzed through the midnight blue, And there was a ery of pain. The police rushed up to the scene, The werewolfs death was plain. The shape of the wercwolf's head Began to be faintly blurred: The face grew round, bristles dropp The police, they uttered the word: The features changed to a hwnan fac ed to the ground Gs 'Twas the police chief, Harold Mazurdl Robert Murdock '46 Il !Como esta usted, Carlos? Q De que se trata, Carlos? BEstudio mucho hey, Carlos? Carlos dice, nHuh?U LA cuantos estamos, Carlos? iQue hora es ahora, Carlos? bComo se llama usted, Carlos? Carlos dice, NHuh?n Lewis Rashmir '45

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FOUL PLAY It never occurred the confusion our to understand our incident happened to me to be concerned about foreign friends have trying English language...until an the other day. nMizza BetN,Joe, the vegetable man, exclaimed, HCanna you tella me something? How can a foul be a punch below the belt, an outside ball, and a chicken?d I waited patiently for Joe to explain his sudden curiosity. dYou see, Mizze Bet, the ot2nr dey I tooka my little boy to sec c baseball game. Thr batter swunga da bat, and hitta da ball. The umpire called, HFoul!H.' So I ask the man next ta me, dwhatsa the mat?N He say that it's an outside ball.J That didn't seem strange to me. Joe went on. dLast week I go to da boxing match. Sure enough, da referee yells HFoul!H Could dat be an outside ball, I says to myself. The man nexa to me tells me it's da below-the-belt punch.H I could hardly refrain from laughing out loud in Joe's bewildered face. He continued, nNow the other night I went to a friend an Americana. He tells me dinner. Imagine eating an the belt punch! But whats Dis is too mucha for Joe.d we're having outside ball Q he calls it of mine, fowl for or a below- but chicken Joe immediately went into a spasm of unintelligible Italian and American cursing. This time laughter was uncontrollable. When I could speak, I said, dWhy, Joe, what foul lanfurreid Joe threw up his hands in despair, muttered some- thing about Americana, and disappeared - more con- fused thnn ever! Betty Christensen - '45