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

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spoons y One night I was playing hide-and-go-seek. I saw a ghost. The ghost was eoming from under the bed. The ghost fell down and the sheet fell off and it was my sister. Lee Herrington Grade III NIGHTMARES My brother told me never to look at the moon when I was going to bed. I did,one night. Later, when I was sleeping, I get up and went out of my door. I walked down to the stairway and tumbled down. I woke up seared out of my wits. My father and mother heard the noise end came running down the stairs. Billy Bomster Grade III AN AIRPLANE The airplane up in the sky Didn't make L noise beeeuse it was so high, But it would go roaring ebout,, When it was on e lower route. It dips and loops all round about, While children watch and dence and shout: The pilot set behind the shield, And landed the plone upon the field. Dennis Blakeslee Grade III Tommy Spot I once hed a little dog, His name was Tommy Spotg I gave him e bath one dey, And he yel1ed,WBow3 Wow! It's hotln I Andy Kopkind Grade II

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ON WRITING A LETTER The very idea of writing a letter sends chills of antipathy up and down my spine. AB a result I try to delay answering a letter as long as possible. This is easily done by getting all set to write and then Quickly finding an excuse to do something else. I ad- mit letters are fun to get, but they do accumulate so easily. After about a third message from an irate friend demanding in no uncertain terms to know why I haven't answered, I'm forced to give up, admit my defeat, and start thinking about writing. Having thought about this letter a sufficient length of time, I pick the day for the actual writing. I get all settled, then realize I haven't paper and envelopes that match. However, the first difficulties are duly overcome. I'm all prepared at last - paper, ink in pen, blotter - completely ready to answer. How foolish of me to think that the hard part was over: it has just been reached. There's that ominous whiteness stretching blankly below the HDear--N. Let's see now. What on earth can I possibly write about to her? CI wonder what that smooth tune is that UBingU is crooning on the radio! Heavens! None of that -- now, what to say. I'll have to start with one of those weak, feeble excuses explaining why I haven't written. After rapidly scribbling the insipid apologies, I eagerly scan the paper to see if that staring whiteness doesn't seem lessened a little. It's no goody the pure oolorlessness is only intensified by the little concentra- tion of black at the top of the page. Well, probably I could write about the movie I saw last week. Suddenly I realize that I'm writing easily and faster, faster. The movie episode is finished and now I dash on about the hockey game, my Valentine present, school today, and the play we're going to Hive. Golly, I haven't any room left to close the letter. Now what shall I do? I guess it can be sorunohed up all right in the bottom corner here. There, that's right. Now the envelope is all addressed and sealed. That really wasn't so painful after all.