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

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FATE A sage once said, N60 on and try, Your 1ife's your own to guideg You can't be ledg the wor1d's ahead It's big and broad and wide. Your life is yoursg no power on earth Can change the course you ohooseg The choice is yours, to hit the ties Or take a Southern cruise.n But he was wrongg no man designs Or even guesses fateg Your life was mapped out long ago, Your love, your like, your hateg color of your hair was known The Far sooner than And you think- what you have for supper, or Just when your eyes will blink. The gods are really And men are but The play of life is No error in the Each man was picked puppeteersg the dollsg written out, rolesg to fit his groove And he must play his soeneg Doctor, lawyer, beggar, thief, The gods know what they mean! The curtain now is rising, Each actor has his part The Devi1's in the prompterls box The play is set to start' Howard Nielson - '45

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The Glorles of a Victory Gardenq Have you ever had a victory garden? If you have, you probably had to wage war against hundreds of garden pests as I have. My two most dangerous enemies are cutworms and crows. The chief delica- sies of cutworms are young peas, beans, and cucum- bers. One night when my peas were about three inches tall the cutworms attacked, killing many plants by eating them through at their bases. The next day I counter-attacked and annihilated about twenty cutworms. This did not oven the score though, so every day I would send out a searching party for them, my five year old sister and I being the searching party. There was not much fighting for a couple of weeks until my young corn was seized by the crow air force. They landed and were just finishing their delicious breakfast when I made my appearance. Although they had powerful numbers they were un- doubtedly frightened to see such a strange foe. They retreated, leaving my cornpatch cornless. It looked as if they had brought spoons and dug holes two inches in diameter at the root of each plant. They had eaten not only the tender green stalks but also the roots. Again there was a period of silence although there was a little fighting between the cutworms and me, the cutworms trying to eat the cucumber and melon plants. During this period I built a scare-crow and had no more trouble with crows. When the tomatoes were full grown, they were sabotaged by a platoon of huge green worms camou- flaged to match the tomatoes' foliage. They were very destructive and chewed scores of branches off before I discovered them. The only thing I could do to destroy them was to pick them off one by one. It took mo some time to capture them all, but I did.