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

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This is accomplished after a good bit of dawdling over toilet articles, and she is finally in bed. The time? 9:25 I reach for the light button, snap it off, turn to go out,,and a voice from the bed says dubiously,nRead me the rest of the ehapter?n I acquiesce, and suffer with the heroine while she is shot at, gets shut in a subterranean passage, and is accused lfalsely, of coursel of kidnapping. Then.1nere comes the inevitable drink. After this, I return down the stairs, exasperated, muttering in my beard, and with a better understanding of Why Mothers Get Gray. Carolyn Bushell !43 BRITISH.NIGHTMARE Ten o'clock and so far there has been no air raid alarm. Is it possible that the Germans are net going to bomb us tonight? My mother, lying there in the cor- ner, suffering from serious shrapnel she received only last night in the three hour raid, is calling for my father, He is off somewhere fighting the Germans, per- haps in Africag perhaps even here in England. We have not heard from him for over four months. Mother is still more delirious. Now she seems to be recalling old days when she and my father went to Paris for their honeymoon, and that long trip on the continent just when Hitler was coming into power. I can't quite make out her words. They are fast and incoherent. She is recalling the good old days in Ger- many when people spoke as they desired, and sang with each other over a friendly stein of beer. But the lights of these days were suddenly put out by Hitler and his new form of government. Mother is becoming more restless. It is getting later. Are the Germans- ------ --? There go the sirens. --- D The p1anes!J.1J2 Marilyn Shearer '46

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America---I'm Thankful I am an American, a member of a free Democracy, the best country in the world, and practically the only free one left. You might ask me in a scornful way, you the pessimist of this world,HWhat have you to be thank- ful for? Thousands upon thousands of people are being killed every day: thousands are dying in the European countries from starvation and exposure. Well, I'll tell you, and perhaps you'l1 see the good things in this world, too. I'w trnakful for all the people who aren't killed cvcry day, those who are Still living and still fighting for liberty and democracy. I'm thankful for every tree and flower, brook and meadow, hill and valley, city and town in this vast Democracy of ours. I'L so proud of my heri- tage, to be an American, the most coveted possession in this world of strife. ' You ask, nls your country the only thing you are grateful for?H I answer, UO? course not, but in- directly it bears on everything else. My family, my home, my school, my religion, my recreation, all these things I love are dependent upon tais country.n Again I say,,UI'm an American! I'm greed and I'm grateful and I'm humble to be so fortunate in my heritage.n Dorothy Harris - '45 WBT All the world is in tumult, Brother slaying his own kin As some monster on earth That doth commit the foremost sin. Where there be two men or more, One hath notg the other hath. There shall be unholy war That bringeth on Almighty's Wrath. Poor men shall never know his place On earth, where there is roomg And God shall strike with his great mace And drive them all to doom. Hath man the right to take a life Which God, gracious, did give? Hath puny man the right to kill And yet himself to live? David Miller - '45