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

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Nh. ,ML You, dear friends, have been the comrades and help-mates of these years of wartime duties and problems. Always you have been steadfastly true to the Hamden Hall ideal of service. My thoughts will go with each one of you as you go forth to take a larger part in the building of' a finer world. MARGARET T. TAYLOR ti! i, A 1237 :Fl 'wa figs 1' 3 iii 7 fi '12 ...QB 1 'Sn if ali . gs fa , . - -ga . fit fu'-1 432 ' ,Q ,l 4, fa 5 I ji of NA 4 'Q ff 4 fre fl TF , , v 'fl V LZ' cu, v? , fi , ii - lf il? 3 c -.f .y , My 61 . -13.5 Qfi , : .22 r '. . MP5 vii '-YQ? hs. 13 'L 544 - ri 3 1 if 41 . ,E -ra. c 5:3 A ff ws , , Dig 131 , R ,Q ' AK . 1 Qaj wil l v THE HAMDEN HALL COUNTRY DAY SCHOOL is located on the College High- way about a half mile north of the boundary between Hamden and New Haven. The school, which stands on a hill overlooking Lake Whitney, is surrounded by athletic and recreation fields covering several acres. There is also a small woodland, a favorite retreat. The building is a large, rambling structure which creates a friendly, home atmosphere for the many well-lighted classrooms. It contains an auditorium for morning chapel, indoor sports, and other school activities, and a stage with com- plete lighting facilities, which is often in demand for class and musical projects. The comfortable living room with its cheery fireplace is enjoyed by students and faculty. HAMDEN HALL, one of the earliest country day schools, was founded in 1912 by Dr. john P. Cushing. It enjoyed a long and successful career as a boys' school. In 1926 Dr. H. Harold Vreeland, Jr., became director of the school and continued in this capacity until Headmaster E. Stanley Taylor took charge in 1935. It is now co-educational and is owned and controlled by the parents, who are incorporated as a non-profit, tax-exempt organization. All income is used for the maintenance and development of the school. HAMDEN HALL comprises four units. The PRE-SCHOOL includes the Kinder- garten and Connecting Class. The PRIMARY DEPARTMENT consists of Grades One through Four. The MIDDLE SCHOOL includes Grades Five and Six. The UPPER SCHOOL, which comprises Form I through Form VI, is organized to meet the requirements of the Secondary Education Board and of the College Entrance Examination Board. SINCE THE MAIN CONCERN of the school has always been to give attention to the character development and the physical, mental, and social well-being of each pupil, the enrollment is limited. All school activities are planned and carefully co-ordinated with this purpose in view. Instruction is given in small groups. The school program is developed on the principle of a well-rounded dayg classroom instruc- tion is balanced with a noon luncheon and rest, and afternoon periods of social activi- ties, sports, and supervised study. Every effort is made to help all members of the school find satisfaction in work well done, and in a simple, friendly, Christian way of life. Six ART and creative work are closely integrated with the social science studies, and special instruction is given in the techniques needed. The study of French begins in the early school years with songs and games and is carried on through simple reading and composition to formal instruction. The fundamental aim of the music depart- ment is to bring out and guide the appreciation and feeling for music which is inherent in every child. All groups in the school have scheduled periods each week for music, in addition to the voluntary glee club. In chapel services the Bible is carefully studied in an orderly sequence of stories and readings. An effort is made to show the relationship of these accounts to the solving of everyday problems. Pre- sentations of student essays, talks,, and travel lectures are enjoyed by the upper and middle schools. HAMDEN HALL realizes that recreational, social, and aesthetic training is equal in importance to the conventional subject matter and should be made an essential part of educational systems. Occasion is given for learning the rudiments of popular sports and many informal games. There is a well-developed schedule of intramural contests. Boy and girl varsities play against teams from other schools. Clubs- such as glee clubs, French Circle, debating clubs, a Girl Scout troop, and Cub Pack- give outlets for various interests. The students in the College Preparatory Department publish a'yearbook, THE PERENNIAL PINE, which contains contributions from pupils of every grade level. They also sponsor the junior and senior pronis, the most significant social affairs. A student government with its student council functions as an aid in creating the proper attitude toward discipline and a better understanding of democratic principles and ideals. A PROGRAM OF RHYTHMS is offered to pupils of the nursery school through the fourth grade. Classes above the fourth may take lessons in social dancing under excellent leadership. Dramatics is a major school activityg last year Hamden Hall produced Romeo and juliet g this year A Mid-Summer Night's Dream and the operetta Hansel and Gretel were presented. Every student has the opportunity of participating in these extra-curricular activities, which develop self-confidence and impart experience of value in later life. Seven THE country day school provides a well-rounded program during the day to pupils who live at home, thus, family life is not disrupted, and teachers and parents may work together in close understanding to achieve the most desirable results. Activities of the lower school are stimulated through the interest and creative instincts of the children. By such a procedure a maximum of self-control and initiative is developed with a marked absence of strain. This accounts for the spirit of friendship and happi- ness demonstrated by the students among themselves, and toward the faculty and the school. THE members of the faculty have been selected because of their particular qualifi- cations to put into practice the fundamental philosophy of the school, their sympa- thetic understanding of the problems faced by growing girls and boys, their training, and personality. They are alert to recognize and to guide any creative tendency on the part of the individual pupil, to help him find himself, and to deal with his limitations, as well as his success, in a constructive way. HAMDEN HALL is a charter member of the Educational Records Bureau and ranks high among private schools in the achievement of its pupils. The results of the Stanford Achievement, Metropolitan Achievement, and Cooperative Tests have been very gratifying in all departments. The scholastic standards of Grade Six and Forms One and Two are designed to meet the requirements of the Secondary Education Board, while those of Forms Three through Six meet the requirements of the College Entrance Examination Board. The work of the preparatory department is designed to qualify students for the colleges of their choice. It is approved by the Connecticut State Board of Education, the New England College Entrance Certification Board, the United States Department of Education in Washington, D. C., and is accredited by those colleges which admit students on certification. THE success of the program at Hamden Hall is evidenced by the fact that graduates of the school are not only accepted by such colleges as Massachusetts Institute of Tech- nology, Yale, Cornell, Oberlin, Swarthmore, Rensselaer, Vassar, Smith, Wellesley, Barnard, Connecticut College for Women, Pembroke, and Mount Holyoke, but also have been able to maintain honor grades in these institutions. Eight The Faculiy Fifi! Row: Mrs. Schoonmaker, Mrs. Delano, Mrs. Wilson, Mrs. Barry, Mrs. Reynolds, Mrs. Rademacher, Mrs. Herrington. Second Row: Mr. Fauver, Mrs. Day, Mrs. Bogue, Miss Stewart, Mrs. Westerneld, Mrs. Tuttle, Mr. Taylor. Third Row: Mr. Coleman, Mr. Kasimer, Mr. Garrland, Mr. Sproule, Mr. Bangs, Dr. Wittenborn. N ine Mrs Mr. Mrs Mrs Mr. Mr. Mrs Mr. Mr. Mir. Mrs. Mr. Mrs Mrs. Mrs Mrs. Mr. Mrs. Mr. High School Faculty Clifford B. Adams - Cornell- B.A. Laurence C. Bangs, Jr. -Wesleyan- B.A. Reginald C. Bogue - Barnard College - B.A. John C. Carpenter - Smith -- B.A. john A. Coleman -- Eastern Nazarene University - B.A.g Yale - M.A Glenn B. Dana - Yale - B.A. William A. Delano - Wheaton College - B.A. Alfred N. Fauver -- Oberlin - B.A.g Wesleyan - M.A. Paul M. Flory - Yale - B.A. Howard V. Garrland - Yale - B.A. Lovic P. Herrington - Stanford - B.A. Philip R. Kasimer -- Yale -- B.S. Virgil McNeil- Smith - B.A. Ralph G. Meader - Ohio Wesleyan - B.A. Everett S. Rademacher - Cornell- B.A.g Smith - M.S.S. William A. Reynolds - Smith - B.A. Ernest W. Russ - Yale - B.A. Aurea E. Schoonmaker - Pembroke - B.A. Alfred N. Sproule - Cornell - B.S. Miss Marjorie E. Stewart-Mount Holyoke-B.A. Mrs. Howard Turtle-New York State Teachers College-B.A. Mr. Edward Tyler - Bates College - B.A. Mrs. Robert Walker-University of North Carolina-B.A. Mrs. Ray Westeriield - Wellesley - B.A.g Yale - M.A. Mrs. john T. Wilson-Boston University -B.A. ' Ten SENIORS ISM XXXX FRANK JOHN BACKOS The true spirit of independence is em- bodied in the tall, lanky frame of Frank. His revolutionary ideas and sound judg- ment won him the coveted position of president of our new Student Council. Pranks perverted sense of humor has added a certain indefinable something to the whirl and bustle which reigns supreme from 8:27 to 3:14 in the Senior room. Tufelfue LLOYD MOSELEY AYER Of course Lloyd is first, but it isn't only alphabetical-he's been class president for two years. As business manager of the Yearbook, his bookkeeping is evidence of the mathematical maneuvering which has kept us all in a state of annoyed amaze- ment. Whether it is a Shakespearean play, a proclamation, or a debate in History IV, Lloyd's voice is certain to be heard. t t.t, ,W,,t-,,. W1 l i I I 5 l s i i l 4 i RITA CATHERINE CONWAY Do you hear strange noises issuing from the lab at odd moments? You do? Well, it's no one but Rita, formulating a revo- lutionary chemical brew to astonish more conventional experts in the world of the test tube and Bunsen burner. As Hamden Hall's current post-graduate student, her extremely irregular schedule affords time for these fiendish activities. We hope that her zealous scientific aspirations will not lead to the demolishing of Cornells laboratories. ,l V t JOHN EDWARD DOWMAN lt's all right, but it's not humorous! Humor seems to be the order of every day for john, looking for it in everything and everybody. Could this have been the reason for his star performance .rs Bot- tom? It seems quite admirable that with his many worrisome responsibilities as our competent advertising manager he can still recognize the brighter side of life in all situations. We hope he will find the great, wide world as hilarious as life at Hamden Hall! Thirteen l CHARLOTTE CLARA FREEMAN Charlotte provides the poetic element in our class, for whenever we fail to be inspired, we are consoled by the knowledge that she will produce a poem to satisfy Miss Stewart's demands. Firmly believing in the old adage that good things come in small packages, we have no doubts that Charlotte will raise the Freshman Class average at Connecticut University next year. Fourteen FREDERIC CALDWELL EARLE Actually the school day does not begin until Fred arrives just in time to enjoy fifteen minutes of recess, for this indispen- sable member holds two responsible posi- tions-l. spark-plug of the Student Coun- cil, and 2. deflator of overinflated egos. It seems that his courses in psychology and sociology have given hirn the inspiration for dedicating his life to the work of uplifting not only his classmates, but way- ward humanity in general. l l 1 NATALIE LOIS JAFFE To be editor-in-chief of the Yearbook, Natalie relinquished the office of class treasurer which she had managed so well for two years. Music hath charms, and Natalie claims her share both in Glee Club and as pianist, while her Thespian talents were displayed in the portrayal of Her- mia. With her many bewildering respon- sibilities she often reminds us of a yo-yo, either all wound up or all played out. We hope that all this springtime confusion will lead her to something more profitable than an aching back, ROBERT ALLYN MCGRATH Mac really isn't so serious as his pic- ture may lead one to believe. His rare sense of humor and ever-ready laugh have delighted us throughout our high school career. Whether battling john or trying to control the erratic mechanism of his luxurious Rolls-Royce, he somehow man- ages to retain composure at all times. Whenever he can't be found at school, we know he is probably taking another Naval exam. If all this avails, he should certainly be among the midshipmen at Annapolis next year. Fifteen CAROL LOUISE N UTILE As sophomores we were both blessed and stupefied by the arrival of Carol: blessed with her inexhaustible imagination and athletic prowess which has evoked the envy of all her team-mates and stupeiied by the cynicism of one of such tender age. We are sure that the verve which has been so strong in setting the Student Govern- ment on its way will take Carol easily over the hurdles on her determined course to a career in medicine. Sixteen SHIRLEY MAE MURRAY Shirley is the one little girl who occu- pies the one tranquil corner of the senior room and blushes excessively at the out- breaks of her more vociferous class- mates. The ''never-failing-tobreak-down- when-you're-late Putnam Avenue bus seems to be the one force capable of shattering this gentle nature and exposing Shirley's true vitality. Fortunate, indeed. will be the office which Shirley graces as a private secretary. I MARVIN CHAUSER PERLIN A whistle, a slammed door, a chuckle, and Marvin arrives to awaken the lazy seniors slumbering at their desks. His skill with the paintbrush has provided post- ers for many frantic chairmen of picnics, proms, and parties and has created for him a literally colorful career at Hamden Hall. EMILY WILKINSON PERRINS That strange figure who plows through the halls mumbling Latin Voc. may be identitied, on closer inspection, as Emily. As class secretary for the past four years, she has recently discarded the unpleasant task of taking minutes for the more inter- esting duty of caring for the Senior Calen- dar, a handy device for keeping track of the number of days till the next vacation. The energy which Emily provided to hockey teams, decoration committees, and Yearbook huddles, she now tenders to Con- necticut College for Wfomen. Se1'e17lt'e1z THEODORE BRUCE SMITH If ever the curtain had opened between the acts of our annual Shakespearean Play, Ted would have been revealed in all his glory, busily moving scenery. His exten- sive knowledge of school affairs has made him invaluable in such matters as the hid- ing place of ladders, streamers, and other bits of paraphernalia so necessary to the proper functioning of Hamden Hall social activities. Eighteen RICHARD RAYMOND POWELSON Dues are due again, I guess. The rum- ble from the rear of the Senior room is our class treasurer. However diHicu1t he Ends the task of pecuniary extraction, his subtle humor never fails to evoke appreciation from his classmates. Did ever a more gen- tle lion roar his way into A Midsummer Nights Dream? RUSSELL MAN VILLE SPERRY We are not deceived by Russell's reti- cence, for we know that there must be something of a fiend in his nature to prompt the wearing of such garish ties. Usually these crazy cravats are partially hidden by a camera, as Russ creeps around corners to catch an unsuspecting victim in an extremely unflattering pose. To Russ goes the distinction of being the first senior to be accepted by the college of his choice-Westminster. n 'l ' it wa JOY DANA SUNDGAARD When the Senior Class is seen frantically leafing through dictionaries, the cause is apt to be not their erudition, but rather Joy's vocabulary. That she would become valedictorian has been evident ever since she by-passed eighth grade to become a freshman. We wonder how her display of histrionics both on and off the stage will adjust itself to her future career as a psychologist. N inefec 1i GRACE ELIZABETH VIARD In the afternoons the lower school is blessed with a live counterpart of Goldi- locks in the personage of Miss Grace. The high school sees another phase of her double personality in the morning-that of Gracie fretting about assignments, exams, and French themes. Further proof of her versatility was shown by her ethereal performance of Titania. Twenty 1 SUSAN THALHEIMER Our Susan is distinguished from all other Susans by That Laugh. It can be heard rollicking across the hockey field, issuing forth from the Senior room or a beige convertible, as it streaks up Whitney Avenue. Our class typist, Sue can be found busily pounding out material for the Year- book at almost any time. May the clop- clop of her loafers be heard next year in the college of her choice. A I .. ,- M-, 0'3,.9d-H x s. fwidn N ' x ' W 4 X-?f +ifb, ,A ,gt wi Q 5 A ,MM- J- V..-x ,..bw...Q Prophecy It was a bright spring day in 1967 when the huge steamer slid effortlessly into the dock, hailed by the cheering throng below. As a small woman tripped daintily down the gangplank, a great cheer rose from the throats of all to greet her, Charlotte Freeman, poetess laureate of Little America. The reception committee surged forward, led by a young woman with flowing red locks, bearing an old, tattered ribbon heralding her as Miss America of 1950. If ever there was a surprise, this is it! Why Grace, you haven't changed a bit! cried Charlotte. The rest of her words were swallowed up by the shouting crowd as she was whisked away. ' An hour later Charlotte and Grace were strolling arm in arm up Broadway, admiring the sights. Glancing upward, Charlotte stopped abruptly and stared at a billboard above her. Methinks it is a familiar face, But what's it doing in such a place? quoth she. Egad! Gadzooks! I do believe 'Tis Frank Backos's face I here perceive. Why, yes, I think it is, replied Grace. Look, it says: 'Frank Backos, Powers model and Cover Boy, says: I always use Depsopent Tooth Paste with Miriam for tooth appeal!' !' They were suddenly startled by a screech of brakes and, looking up, saw Emily Perrins leaping out of a somewhat banged-up car. After exchanging greetings, Emily revealed to them that she was now a Bill Collector and found it a very profitable trade. Bidding her goodbye, Charlotte and Grace walked on. As they passed a huge one hundred story skyscraper, they were struck speechless by its great neon sign bearing the words Thalheimer Telephone Company, emblazoned in red, blue, and green. Susan had at last realized her childhood dream of owning her own telephone company. Farther down the street a crowd was gathering outside one of the stores. Hurrying forward, they found that the people were watching Marvin Perlin paint a mural on the ceiling of a new A and P Super Market. Above the noise of the crowd there suddenly burst forth a soprano voice render- ing Onward Christian Soldiersf' By craning her neck and standing on tiptoe Grace was able to see the singer standing on the corner wearing a dark uniform. Joy, Joy Sundgaard! she screamed as she pressed forward to meet her. Major Sundgaard of the Salvation Army, if you please. I've been converted, joy retorted. Her singing has brought us over half a million dollars, contributed a small man beside her. Twenty-two joy then began singing their organization song, Onward Soldiers of the Salva- tion Army, which she told us had been written by her old friend Natalie Jaffe, now a celebrated tunesmith of Aluminum Pot Street, the Tin Pan Alley of Siberia. They left her soliciting funds, and as they pushed their way through the throng, three exuberant young men suddenly pounced on them, thrusting a long paper and several pens and pencils toward them. When they recoverd from this unexpected onslaught, Charlotte and Grace recognized their attackers as Dick Powelson, Bob McGrath, and Lloyd Ayer-now successful engineers. The boys, after speaking hasty words of greeting, started waving the paper around and shouting something about boats, New York, Broadway, canal system, and Mac's lifelong dream. When Charlotte finally succeeded in quieting them with one of her sonnets, she learned that the paper was a petition drawn up by the aspiring engineers for the installation of a canal system in New York to run the length of Broadway. Bob always did have a soft spot in his heart for the sea and all things nautical. Since they couldn't get away without signing the petition, they hastily affixed their signatures and beat a swift retreat. After wandering about for some time, Charlotte admitted that she was rather tired and would like to go to a show. Grace agreed and suggested they see Margaret O'Brien's latest mystery thriller in the new five dimensional sky-blue-pinkacolor developed by Russell Sperry. When they came out from the show, they decided to go to the Sundae Shop operated by Shirley Murray in the lobby of Fred Earle's swankiest hotel. Boarding a Fifth Avenue bus they were greatly surprised to find Teddy Smith driving. He disclosed that he owned all the bus companies in the city but enjoyed driving occasionally himself. Charlotte decided he must surely be the most polite bus driver in New York City. Puzzled by a huge pile of rubble the bus had to detourearound, she asked Teddy what it was. He explained that it was the remains of the mansion Carol Nutile and Rita Conway had finally succeeded in blowing up with their small, economy-size blockbuster Cretail price, 551983. When they at last reached the Sundae Shop, they found John Dowman, Grace's worried press agent, nervously pacing the floor. On seeing Grace he burst into an angry harangue, berating her for not wearing her newspaper clippings and her crown. Remember, he said, the public must never be permitted to forget that you were Miss America of 1950. E-good-gad! What is that shade of lipstick you're wearing? How many times have I asked you - His voice seemed to fade farther and farther away as Charlotte cheerfully chomped her sundae while dreamily adding the finishing touches to a poem she had been composing. Hmmmm, she thought, iambic pentameter. Let's see now., what rhymes with 'june'? Ah! 'moon'! Twenty-three : sk Vw RA Q z A izzz: ,,.:. ,... , 1 . A '112 .,,,.Q :':'-1 .'., 1'.p 1- ,Qz ,,,. , ,, a , -- .:2,, ., A .,,v., gm W ,.,.. ,,,: gm . x..,,,,,, Q- ev' fa Nx N W ' Fin! Row: Emily, Charlotte, Bob, Frank Second Row: Dick, Susan, Fred, Marvin. Third Row: Teddy, Lloyd, John, Shirley, Grace. Fourth Row: Russell, Natalie, Carol, Joy, Rita. A PROCLAMATION In keeping with the traditions of all the dear departed seniors who have felt they -were not long for this world, we hereby present this our last Will and Testament, to be executed with due regard to the wishes of these august testators. First, to our successors, the junior Class, we do bequeath: Item: the key to the senior check-out list and a greater faithfulness to said list than practiced by these benefactors. Second, to Miss Stewart: Item: an English class more appreciative of Milton. Third, to Mrs. Westerheld: Item: a class that never suffers from coryzae. Fourth, to Mr. Fauver: Item: two leather-bound histories of the Coast Guard, with the hope that he will give one to John. Fifth, to Mrs. Tuttle, from her French classes: Item: a megaphone for hoarse days, and a horse whip. Sixth, to Mrs. Dorchester: Item: an errand boy on roller skates with a hot foot, in a helicopter drawn by winged Pegasus. Seventh, to Herbie Wells: Item: a rule book of how we dance at Hamden Hall. Eighth, to Caroline Hansen: Item: a wheelbarrow in which to carry all her books. Ninth, we make these following bequests. 1. Frank Backos's lean and hungry look to Walter Edelmuth. 2. Dick Powelson's imposing stature to Glenn Furbish. . joy Sundgaarcl's 1,001 indisputable arguments to Russell Doolittle. . Russell Sperry's box of bobby pins to Jack Cronan. 3 4 5. Emily Perrins's dubious pleasure of trudging across that windswept, rainswept snowswept, unswept bridge to Nancy Rossen. 6. john Dowman's history notes to whoever can decipher them. 7. Grace Viard's big book of nursery rhymes to Beverly Schumacher. 8. Lloyd Ayer's duties as senior clock-plugger-inner to Bob Bamberg. 9. Marvin Perlin leaves the senior door to whoever wants to slam it. 10. Bob McGrath's carload of screeching females to jerry Gilman. 11. Natalie jaffe's rapturous Monday mornings to Sandy Goldberg. 12. Shirley Murray's secluded corner to Reyna Schwartz, so she can pursue her French studies in peace. 13. Teddy Smith's inventory of stage props to Fred Mansfield. 14. Charlotte Freemans unpunched, undated, East Haven trolley transfer, good any time, any place, to Carol Sperry. 15. Fred Earle's volumes of Excuses for Every Occasion to Kenneth Silver. 16. Susan Thalheimer has so much to give, she doesn't know to whom to give it. 17. Carol Nutile can't afford to leave anything to anybody. 18. Rita Conway just leaves. Given under our hand and seal of the class this last hour of the thirty-first day of the third mon-th in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and forty- seven and of the independence of the United States the one hundred and seventy-Hrst. Twenty-ive HH mi 1, 'X ,Q N FORMS Hamden Hall this year is designating grades seven through twelve as Forms I through Vl. This custom, which prevailed at Hamden Hall several years ago, is now successfully followed in many of the preparatory schools throughout New England. Experienced educators have long felt that an eighth grade graduation unin- tentionally closes a door on elementary education and presents high school to the student as an experience entirely different from and unconnected with his previous schooling. In the new system, however, an emphasis is placed on the high school graduation as an ultimate goal. With a college preparatory course carefully planned and beginning in Form l, the student is more apt to follow through consistently and successfully the pre- scribed and elective subjects. FORM V Fin! Rout Reyna Schwartz, Beverly Schumacher, Carol Sperry, Sandra Goldberg, Caroline Hansen. Scmnd Rout Robert Bamberg-Treasurer, Walter Edelmuth, Frederic Mansfield- Secretary, Herbert Wells, Russell Doolittle-President, Mrs. Delano, Aluenl: Clifton Weed-Vice-President, Jerry Gilman. IN MEMORIAM Clifton Miller Weed, Junior September 24, 1939 - january 50, 1947 l7lIl'C7llj eilrflal FORM IV Fifi! RUIVII Attrude Lewis, Sally Nichols, Dorothy McKnight. Serum! Rout Marjorie Wilkes, Fola Schaeffer-Treasurer, Evelyn Rademacher, janet Wiklund, Nancy McGahey, Lois Hall, Joyce Slater, Loel Kaiser-Vice-President. Barbara Blakeslee-Secretary, Beverly Tata. Third Rout Raymond Blakeslee, Robert Davidson, David Burdge, Victor Richer, James McNeil, Richard Nathman, Mrs. Tuttle, Glen Furbish. Fourth Row: Kenneth Silver, James Case, jack Cronan-President, Bradford Miller, Thomas Roche. FORM Ill Flryt Rout Lisa Ore-Secretary, Carolyn Pierpont, Norma DeWolf-Vice-Presidetit, Barbara Packer, Virginia Hart, Carol Rice, Nancy Gartland. Second Row: Alan Wrigllt, Geraldine Kusterer, joy Davis, Esther Ann Sloatman, Anita Chausky, Bill Adams-Treasurer, Mrs. Bogue, Third Row: Donald Cheney, Peter Fiskio--President, Freeman Sleeper, David Tutck, Absent-Mayril Fowler. Twenty -nine FORM ll Fin! Row: Barbara Wells, Maude Pickands, Nancy Budden, Mary Lou McNeil, Shirley Currie, Joyce Emrninger. ' Second Row: Ann Perkins, Margo Bradford, Natalie Laudano, Betsey Muller, Marcia Snyder-Treasurer, jill Sundgaard, Cathleen Thomas, Sally Corbett-Vice-President, Mary Rossman. Third Row: Mrs. Day, Richard Copeland, William Murray, Robert Levine, Kingsley Leighton, Alan Dann-President, Anthony Noto, Thomas Geiren. Fourth Rowg, Kenneth Ryan, Norman Lake, Henry Osterweis, Edward Lendroth, Barry Hall--Secretary, Adolph Rosenblatt, Charles Phillips. Abrent: Thomas Babb. FORM I Fin! Row: joan Mudge, jean Turbert, Marcia Suarez, Nancy McKinster, Rodameir Duncan, Elizabeth MacKay, Edene Leader. Semnd Row: james Larson, David Sperry, Dennis Blakeslee, John Goggins, Thomas Cairns, Ralph Larkins, Hugh Anderson, Brent Lapham, Rolf Margenau, Mrs. Knowlton. Third Row: Howard Gartlancl, James Earle, Arthur Rosenquist, Douglas jones, George Peck, Lee Herrington, Thirty X I5 lf? L.. tl if ,P E ,Qi - ,L Siudeni' Council Hamden Hall has long endeavored to direct the education of its students not only toward academic achievements but also in the development of an awareness of the responsibilities which will rest upon their shoulders as the citizens of tomorrow. One successful means of encouraging such commendable attitude is the actual experience of performing duties in school life which correspond on a smaller scale to their future obligations as active citizens in the community. Faculty encouragement aroused in the student body a definite interest and zeal for a government which would enable everyone to have direct contact with the rea- sons as well as the regulations which are employed in Hamden Hall. An exceptionally well-managed student government has been established by the nominations and elections of the student body. Each class of the College Pre- paratory Department has two representatives, forming a council which is presided over by a chairman, a senior, chosen by the vote of the entire student body. The assumption of some branches of school management has relieved the many tasks of the faculty, and has afforded the council noteworthy opportunity for developing responsibility. It has established a common ground for student and instructor where both may become appreciatively acquainted with the problems of the other. Certainly the continuation and management of such democratic functions will produce the widely sought, thoughtful men and women who will someday be the important citizens of the well-managed community. l President: Frank Baclcos Vice-Preridenl: Carol Nutile Secretary: Reyna Schwartz Faculty Advitenz Mrs, Reginald Bogue Mr. Alfred Fauver Reprerentazivet Form VI - Fred Earle Form IV - Tom Roche Carol Nutile Evelyn Rademacher Form V - Walter Edelmuth Form III - Nancy Gartland Reyna Schwartz Donald Cheney s Form II -- Anthony Noto Form I - Rolf Margenau Thirty-lhree Dramafics The traditional Nativity Pageant was presented this year just before the Christmas recess. The dulcet songs of the Angel Chorus, directed by Mrs. Carpenter, were enhanced by the solo voices of Joy Sundgaard, Natalie Jaffe, and jill Sundgaard. The Wise Men were portrayed by Fred Earle, Marvin Perlin, and Victor Richer. Katharine Clark was the girl with the flowers, Toby Clark-the boy with the lamb, Alan Dann- the manrwith the gold, Anthony Noto-the man with the grain, joy Sundgaard--the speaking angel, and Emily Perrins and Russell Sperry-Mary and Joseph. The speaking parts were under the direction of Mrs. E. Stanley Taylor. High notes and harmony escaping from afternoon rehearsals heralded the approach of Hansel and Gretel presented on May 9th and 10th by the first and second forms assisted by the sixth graders. jill Sundgaard and Alan Dann sang the title roles, while other second form soloists included: Mary Rossman as the witch, Nancy Budden-the mother, and Anthony Noto-the father. The first form soloist was Arthur Rosenquist. The chorus was comprised of the remaining members of the three classes taking part. Under the able direction of Mrs. Carpenter the operetta proved a delightful performance. Thirty-four On February seventh and eighth came A Midsummer Nights Dream -paradox perhaps, but generally acclaimed a success. The annual snowstorm always anticipated to accompany Hamden Hall's Shakespearean production held off until the second day, and the attendance which forced the audience beyond the capacity of the auditorium into Room V on Friday night still filled the hall on Saturday. A group of captivating clowns, played by Victor Richer, Dick Powelson, Frank Backos, Glenn Furbish, and Walter Edelmuth, was 'led by john Dowman, who gave a dynamic performance of Bottom. The roles of the pompous Theseus and queenly Hippolyta were taken by Russell Sperry and Susan Thalheimer, with jack Cronan as the irate Egeus. The fairy kingdom, represented by Norma DeWolf, Esther Ann Sloat- man, Virginia Hart, Carol Rice, and Nancy Gartland, was graciously ruled by Tom Roche and Grace Viard-Oberon and Titania. The mercurial mischief of Russell Doolittle, a natural Puck, baflled the rival suitors Lysander and Demetrius, played by Bob McGrath and Lloyd Ayer. Natalie Jaffe and Joy Sundgaard gave a superior por- trayal of Hermia and Helena. Under the inspiring direction of Mrs. Robert Dentan, and with the ingenious costuming by Mrs. E. Stanley Taylor, the performance was an occasion long to be remembered. Tlairly-jilfe September rolled around finding us reluct- ant to return to our studies but eager to see our friends again. At the annual picnic supper at the Taylors home each class held a reunion amid hilarious shouts and greeting. October found us settling down to studies and starting athletics. The Varsity football team did not last very long, for after three weeks and one game, it was forced to come to an inglorious end as a result of broken noses and fingers, concussions, and strained shoulders .... The night of the 31st found faculty and students alike cavorting about the assembly hall, enjoying the Halloween party. Everyone agreed that Russell and John made wonderful ballerinas! November brought a much welcomed three-day vacation at Thanksgiving . . . A Debating Club and French Club were or- ganized under the direction of Mrs. Tuttle. Early in December an informal dance was given by the Sophomore Class . . . The Christmas Tea Dance and the Traditional Nativity Play sent us happily on our vacation. jrmuary welcomed us back rather weary. It was suggested that we take another vaca- tion to rest up from the last . . . Those har- ried expressions on the faces of all were the result of Midyear exams. The weekend of Febrmzry 8th was one of greasepaint and colorful costumes flavored by a touch of Shakespeare. Under the ex- pert and inspiring direction of Mrs. Dentan a truly superior performance of A Midsum- mer Nights Dream was given. The next weekend, February 14th, took on a festive air as everyone turned out for the junior Prom. March brought spring vacation, first pre- senting us with Co-ops. The night before vacation the juniors gave an informal party. April found the Seniors rushing about emitting loud groans. Do you suppose College Boards, Senior Essays, or the Year- book deadline had anything to do with it? However, they were greatly cheered by the advent of the Freshman-Sophomore Hop. In May the delicious aroma of roasting hot-dogs lured us to Pine Orchard for the Iunior Picnic. And now, all too soon, june is here. bring- ing Field Day, Graduation, and the Senior Prom. It is with a sigh of regret that we Seniors bid goodbye to Hamden Hall, where we have spent so many happy days. Football Firrl'Rouf: Hartney, Hall, Leighton, Captain Copeland, P. Fiskio, H. Fiskio, Eaton. Second Row: Co-Manager Dann, Peck, Furbish, Adams, Sleeper, Goggins, Co-Manager Murray. Hamden Hall Varsity football was distinguished this year by the brevity of its season. Under the coaching of Mr. Flory, the team was led by Captain Fred Earle, while Bob Bamberg was high-scorer in the games played. Beginning in the first scrimmages, a record-breaking list of injuries rapidly decreased the number of eligible players and terminated the team's short career. Of the six games played by the Junior Varsity in the autumn season, only one brought victory to Hamden Hall. This was the defeat of Unquowa School in Bridge- port. Notable among the players in all games were Captain Dick Copeland, Pete Fiskio-high scorer, and Glenn Furbish, whose broken field running provided excite- ment for the spectators. Thirty-eight Baske+baH JUNIOR VARSITY Fin! Row: Peck, Leighton, Gartland, A. Rosenquist, Captain Copeland, J. Earle, Goggins. Second Row: Cairns, Manager Anderson, Hall, Noto, Rosenblatt, Mr. Delano. This year the junior basketball team was under the direction of Mr. Delano. The first game caught the Hamden Hall team unawares due to only a week of prac- tice. Bridgeport came through with a score of 23 to Hamden Hall's 18. The second game showed the results of strenuous practice, and through fast playing and teamwork we scored a victory over Trinity Parish-I9 to 14. Four more games on the schedule resulted in four more losses. Though unsuccessful in these attempts, the team was noteworthy for its sportsmanship and teamwork. To Dick Copeland, captain, and Hugh Anderson, manager, goes the credit for the spirit which sustained it throughout the season. The players and their positions on the hrst squad were as follows: Dick Copeland, forward, Art Rosenquist, forward, Keen Leighton, center, Howie Gartland, guard, jim Earle, guard. Second squad: George Peck, John Goggins, Tom Cairns, Anthony Noto, Adolf Rosenblatt, Tom Geirin, and Norman Lake. BasebaH SENIOR VARSITY JUNIOR VARSITY Fin! Raw: Adams, Doolittle, Dowman, Captain Earle, First Row: Peck, W. Murray, Leighton, A. Rosenquist, Bamberg, Perlin, Furbish, Sleeper. Goggins, Gartland, Larson. Second Row: Mr. McCauley, P. Fiskio, Cronan, Cave, Second Row: Mr. McCauley, Hall, Lake, Phillips, Blakeslee, Wells, Miller, Manager Mansfield. Captain Copeland, Jones, Rosenblatt, Ryon, J. Earle, Noto Thirty-nina Field Hockey B SENIOR VARSITY JUNIOR VARSITY Fzrst Row: Freeman, MacGahey, Thalheimer, Fin! Row: Turbert, Leader, Duncan Mudge, Budden Captain Perrins, Manager Nutile, Sundgaard, Davis. Second Row: McKinster, Wells, Rossman, Captain Second Row: Pierpont, Ore, Hall, Kaiser, Sundgaard, Pickands, Corbett, Perkins. Rademacher, Slater Third Row: Bradford, Muller, Snyder, Manager MLNe1l In spite of the plans of our able athletic director, Mrs. Virgil McNeil, the hockey team was forced to engage in a very modified season, owing to inclement weather and many time-consuming, extra-curricular activities. The Senior Varsity played only three games-one with the Day School, which was a close defeat for our team, and two with Hamden High School, the first a tie, the second, our loss. The junior Varsity, although they practiced energetically and enthusiastically all season, played only two games, both with Unquowa. The first game was lost to the opposition 6 to 1, but in the second the team was redeemed by a tie score of 2 to 2 The players and their positions on both teams were as follows: The Senior Var- sity-Captain Emily Perrins, Left Half, Manager Carol Nutile, Center Forward, Charlotte Freeman, Left Inner, Loel Kaiser, Right Inner, Evelyn Rademacher, Right Wing, Lisa Ore, Left Wing, Susan Thalheimer, Center Half, Joy Davis, Right Half, Nancy McGahey, Right Fullback, Lois Hall, Left Fullback, Carol Sperry, Goalie, joy Sundgaard, Carolyn Pierpont, and Joyce Slater, Substitutes. - junior Varsity--Captain jill Sundgaard, Center Half, Manager Mary Lou McNeil, Right Inner, Mary Rossman, Center Forward, Sally Corbett and Maude Pickands, Left lnners, Patty Perkins, Right Wing, Bobsey Wells, Left Wing, Marcia Snyder, Right Half, Betsey Muller, Left Half, Nancy McKinster, Right Fullback, Nancy Budden, Left Fullback, Jean Turbert and joan Budge, Goalies, Margo Bradford, Rodameir Duncan, Beth MacKay, Edene Leader, Marcia Suarez, Natalie Laudano, and Cathleen Thomas, 'Substitutes Baseball SENIOR VARSITY E' JUNIOR VARSITY Fmt! Row: LFIreeman,CI!IT5Ee, Calptafcn Thalheimer, Finn Row: B1?SgiZrdb2ZiEgn'PEiE?52 Sundgaard anager o erg, ac er. A . ' ' ' Second Row: Pierpont, Mcgiahey, Perrins, Jaffe, Second Row' Hemgggig' igiggiit' Rossman' Perkms Sundgaard' Han' Davis' Rademacher Third Row: Snyder, Mudge, McKinster Laudano, Mrs. McNeil. Prize Awards The Dr. John P. Cushing Prize Fund was established by the Alumni who attended Hamden Hall Country Day School during the administration of Dr. Cushing. Each year this award is made to a member of the graduating class by the vote of the faculty and student body on the basis of character, scholarship, good fellowship, service, loyalty, and appreciation of the ideals of Hamden Hall. The prize, which is presented during Commencement exercises, was awarded in 1946 to Arleen Bamberg, now at Pembroke College. The Colonel Herbert H. Vreeland Prize is the highest honor that can be accorded a member of the eighth grade at Hamden Hall. The award is made yearly on the same basis as the Dr. Cushing Prize by the vote of the faculty and students. The Vreeland Prize was presented in 1946 to Lurinda Mack. Awards in French and Latin are offered. The French prize, presented on the basis of scholastic record and an original French essay, was given to Marilyn Shearer, now at Katharine Gibbs Secretarial School. For excellence in Virgil the prize in Latin was won by Ann Rademacher. The Rensselaer Medal for excellence in mathematics was awarded last year to Clifford DeW'olf, now at the United States Coast Guard Academy. The Bausch and Lomb Award for mathematics and science was established last year for the first time. The honor went to Elaine Lackman, now at Wellesley College. Each year the members of the faculty choose the best essays among those which the seniors submit as a requirement of their English course. This prize essay is read by the author on Commencement Day. The honor last year went to Marie Bergeron, now at Smith College, for her essay Stalin-Man of Steel. The valedictory was given by Elaine Lackman. For the past few years the students of Hamden Hall have been competing in a current events contest sponsored annually by the publishers of Time The winners of the contest are presented with either a current book or a world globe. The highest scores this year were received by joy Sundgaard, Richard Powelson, Fola Schaeffer, jill Sundgaard, and Jean Turbert. Acknowledgmenis To all those who have so generously given their time, energy, and enthusiasm to this Year Book, we gratefully express our appreciation: Miss Stewart, for her sage direction and constant encouragement. Mr. Taylor, for his sympathetic advice. Mrs. Bogue, for her patient and meticulous proof-reading of this Year Book. Mr. Fauver, for his guidance through our financial mazes. Mrs. Barry and Mrs. Dorchester, for supplying us with class lists, scissors, folders. stapler, and for general helpfulness. To all those who relentlessly pursued our advertisers-our sincere thanks. F orty-one w-wiki? gf? f 1 rm -if ,, Qf hlmll xi Pr DYING EMBERS The last flame of our campfire slowly dies, And now the embers on the blackened earth Gleam scarlet here and there through sifting ash And like the twinkling lights of some small town, Seen from afar across the bay at night, Flash on and off and on again 'till day, And like the city lights,at first grey streaks Of coming dawn, the embers one by one Cease glowing-abruptly gone-and as they die, Faint wisps of smoke float up into the air Like mournful souls arising from the dead. Charlotte Freeman Form VI This poem received honorable mention in the National High School Poetry Anthology. THE LITTLE CHAPEL 'Twas only a little chapel, Lost And Was on a country road, the rectory by its side a humble, small abode. The The And wooden pews were hard and rough, altar, immaculately plain, each window let the sunlight Filter through its simple stain. The vigil lights winked on and offg The sunlight brightly shone, Not a thing was stirring, yet, I knew I was not alone. 'Twas only a country chapel- Poor, but worth more in grace Than the richest of all churches And cathedrals any place. Russell Doolittle - Form V This poem has been published in the anthology of the National High School Poetry Association. Forty-four fl CASES 2869 AND 2870 . There are many kinds of dogs: large, small, fat, thing black, white. My dogs, however, are in a class of their own. They are psychological cases. My small black cocker spaniel, Curly, knows a great many things unknown to most people. For instance, did you know that tables bite, chairs pounce on you, doors jump at you, and stoves, the most ferocious of all, will eat you up if given a chance? Therefore, these objects must be approached with great caution. With these facts in mind, Curly sneaks by chairs and tables in a wide arc and dashes madly through doors. In this way these formidable forces have no chance to exer- cise their terrible powers. The only really safe place in the house is, oddly enough, under a bed. My Airedale, Patsy, on the other hand, is an extrovert with a persecution complex. She is ignorant of the above-mentioned forces and so wanders blissfully unafraid among the terrifying maze of tables, chairs, stoves, and doors. However, if you should happen to reproach her with some unkind word, she immediately lowers her head, rolls her soulful brown eyes mournfully, and droops sadly out of the room. A few minutes later she droops back into the room, morosely puts her paw in your lap, and gives you what is known as a uhangdog look. This makes you feel like an unspeakable cad, so you pat her head gently, mutter, There! There! , and apologize profusely for hurting her feelings. She then forces herself to assume a cheerful air and wanders off, a martyr. One of the most amazing aspects of these animals is the fact that small, timorous Curly comes forth the victor of every fray, while big, fearless Patsy cowers on the floor in abject defeat. As a result of this relationship with my dogs, I feel well qualified to become a canine psychiatrist, always ready to straighten out the troubles and complexes of Man's Best Friend. Emily Perrins Form VI SAVED BY AN ARMY HELMET It happened one spring day when I was about eight years old. My brother had planned to go on a hike with his army. The army consisted of five boys and one girl. Bill was the oldest and my brother was next to the oldest. I went along as nurse. We were taking our lunch, expecting to stay all day. We got to our destination about 10:00, then played around until lunch time, ate, and played some more. It was about 2:30. My brother was on the ledge above me which was all of six feet high. Bill was shooting peas at him. He tripped and fell to the ground with a thud. For a few seconds he lay very still. To our bewilderment he sat up and began to cry. We were so glad he was alive. We took him home, and my mother took him to the doctor. The doctor said if he hadn't had a helmet on, he would be dead. He got a terrific gash over his left eye. I think I am quite lucky to have a brother alive. Don't you? Nancy MacKinster Form I Forty-ive THE MISNOMER Two nights ago while I was reading a book, the telephone rang. Being quite interested in the story, I continued to read, hoping that someone else would answer it. I guess everyone in the house had the same idea, for it was still ringing and was beginning to acquire that plaintive quality that telephones get when no one answers them. Reluctantly I laid the book aside, got up, strode to the phone, picked up the receiver, and brusquely said, Hello? The deep, male voice at the other end of the wire asked, Is Mr. Roche at home? Abandoning the brusque tone I had hitherto employed, I replied that he was not. Will you please take a message, Mn. Roche? Too embarrassed to explain, I slumped back into the chair near the telephone stand and took the message. While I was doing this, the room seemed to grow red, quite possibly from the red glare which assuredly had flooded my face. Well, thank you, Mn. Roche. Again that odious misnomer! I was too weak to get out of the chair. Oh, why doesn't my voice get deeper? Tom Roche Form IV I WON'T When exams come up, some people get all flustered, I won't. They walk into the testing room with knees as weak as custard, I won't. They review for Weeks and weeks ahead, The day before they stay in bed, I won't. They get so nervous that they just can't talk, I won't. They move dejectedly up the walk, I won't. And then they think it's quite a cinch, They take the test without a Hinch, l won't. They think of it always after that day! I won't. They seem to have thrown all their hope away, I won't. This group seems to make up most of the class, You know the type-they always pass, I won't. Richard Powelson Form VI F 0 nfyrrix ROBBIE RABBITS EASTER There was an Egg Hunt on Easter Day, And Robbie Rabbit felt very gay, For he hoped he would be the first to see The big prize egg. Where could it be? He hopped along to a hornet's tree, As he thought that there the egg might be. The hornets were angry, and told him so. Never come back, they said. Now go! Away he went with a hippity-hop. But soon he came to a sudden stop, For there was the egg in a little hole- The home of Mrs. Jenifer Mole. The other creatures crowded 'round To see the egg that Robbie found. They lifted him high and danced about. 'Twas a happy Easter without a doubt. Rodameir Duncan Form I THE FLOWERS He was a sweet little old man with kindly eyes and a heart big enough for all. His cheeks were rosy, and his eyes were brimmed with twinkly tears from Fall's jovial little puffs of winds. An unlighted cigar protruded from the corner of his mouth, and in his hands he held a most beautiful treasure of nature-spicy-smelling purple and white chrysanthemums. You could see in a glance that he was an ardent lover of flowers and cherished his chrysanthemums, they being the last flowers of the year. When he entered the bus, everyone stopped talking and looked at the smiling old gentleman. Being an old man, he was offered many a younger person's seat, but he always refused, almost indignantly, implying that he was not yet too old to stand with the others. Although he was standing among all sorts of milling people, he managed to guard his treasure from the elbows of the careless and unconcerned. From my seat I could hear an elderly woman praise his flowers. He also heard and moved towards the speaker. When he reached her, he pulled out a beautiful sprig of his bouquet and gave it to her. He then proceeded to give away his spicy gifts to everyone and anyone who glanced at his quickly dwindling bouquet of chrysanthemums. When his journey was at last near an end, I overheard him remark to a passenger that these were the last of his flowers. In his hands, when he finally stepped off the bus, were left a few neat sprigs. Long after he was gone one could still smell the spicy flowers and the unlighted cigar. He had brought happiness to many riders that morning with his last flowers of the year. Beverly Schumacher Form V Forty-:even AN ORIENTAL PHANTOM Ming Tau thought that it was really quite a beautiful evening, in fact one of the most breathlessly lovely he had ever known. Full of expectant dreams, he strolled along the cobble-stone streets, fancying himself as the personification of all that he held in awe: extreme bravery, Confucius-like acceptance of all situations, terrifying or satisfying. Tau's contemplative mood was rudely interrupted soon, however, by a scratching, scraping sound that intruded upon his thoughts. Being too contented with his present mood, and not wishing to have the spell broken, he turned the next corner to rid himself of the annoyance that followed. But the thing turned too, and Tau felt an almost imperceptible tug at his queue. This queue was a great source of pride to Tau, for it was thick and extraordinarily long, reaching nearly to the ground. The little Chinaman's indignation at the unknown object that had pulled it was subdued only by his fear to look around and face this thing that turned when he turned, moved when he moved, and stopped when he stopped. The lovely evening, Tau noticed, had become the forbidding night, and the relentless scraping behind him was magnified by the almost ghostly silence that hung over the alleys. In contrast to the extreme tranquility which had pervaded his spirit only a short time before, Tau now became frantic, a hunted feeling pursuing him along the streets at a stumbling pace. All his ideals of bravery were flung to the winds as the terrified little man fled toward the sanctuary of his cottage, muttering unintelligible incantations and pleas between gasps, but ever on it followed, bumping and scraping, tugging at his queue. At staggered intervals Tau stopped unexpectedly, summoned his fast disappearing courage, and looked back . . . not even a shadow or the faintest sound. He ran, stopped . . . lurched on again, stopped, and so on until he recognized the little hut where he could rid himself of the monster that was intent on trailing and horrifying him. As the little man scrambled up his steps, the thing, nipped the back of his leg, and unable to control himself any longer, an anguished howl of sheer terror escaped him. As he tried in vain to batter down the door with his fists, he found that he was beating his wife, who, astonished and bewildered, dragged her convulsed husband into the hut. Tau was ashamed to tell her of his Hight, for a man should always be thought of as the strong one, abounding in fortitude. If he confessed, the woman would certainly tell the others of his panic, his lack of self-control. There was no reason to reveal the truth now anyway, for the inhuman thing had not followed him into the hut. There was no need for explanation, however, for Ming Tau had an under- standing wife who did not press him, but became all motherly and compassionate, brushing and straightening his coat and removing from the end of that fabulous queue-a tremendous bramble! Natalie Jaffe Form VI F any-ei gbt CRABS My, how dull a crab's life must be, especially in the winter time when there isn't even anybody to pinch. In the summer time if he is a big crab, all he can do is go around and frighten ladiesg and if he is a small crab, all he can do is go around-that is, until he gets picked up by some nature for mealh lover and is put in with a lot of bigger crabs where he gets very much bruised. After some time he is dumped, with all the other crabs, into a kettle of boiling water and becomes somebody's meal. For a growing crab life must be extremely tiresome, there being nothing to do but play hide-and-seek with the fishes and pinch sand worms. CWhether these worms bite back and whether their bite is poisonous still remains a mystery to us.b A crab's diet must become terribly monotonous-sea-weed sandwiches and water, with the occasional rare treat of discarded fish bait and water snakes. Goodness, how boring a crab's life must be- Living all day on the Hoot of the sea, Living all day in salt water, not fizz. Oh, how boring a crab's life sure is. Nothing to do but to sit and to dream, Nothing to write-no, not even a theme! Not a use do they have for saws or for axesg Not a day do they worry about income taxes! Such is a crab's life, and you must agree How awfully boring a life it must be. Freeman Sleeper Form III THE STORY OF AN ANT This is the story of Caesar, an ant, as told by Caesar himself. My full name is Caesar Antipode. I am three months old and am a native son of New Haven. My father was born in the White House in Washington and came to New Haven in a loaf of bread. My life is a very miserable one, especially with the new age of science. All you humans are doing is inventing new poisonous liquids and powders and then improving upon them with your D.D.T. When I escape your poisons, someone is trying to step on me or someone is pouring hot water down my back. I can't see what I do to you humans except once in a while to take a little food from your pantry or crawl down your back. But even if I do take some food, I still leave plenty for you. Also please tell me what pleasure you get out of knocking down my house. I spend days carrying rocks to build up an entrance, and then you knock it down. That's why my life is so miserable. If I act a little harsh sometimes, I'm just paying you back for what you do to me. . Dick Narhman Form IV Forty-nine THE NEWSPAPER BOY With few exceptions, every boy and girl reaches a period in his youthful life when he wants to work at a part-time job. I wasn't one of the exceptions, my first sight into the great wide world came when I made a start toward being a newspaper tycoon by becoming a news carrier. We moved into a' small village for the summer. I felt that I wanted to get a job. The boy next door was going away and giving up his newspaper route. After much discussion my parents decided to humor me and let me have it. We had been living in the village only three days, I didn't know the name of the street two blocks away, not to mention the whole village. At the age of fourteen little things like that didn't bother me. I thought of a bike I had in mind and of having my own spending money. Little did I know. Saturday night the boy next door brought over the paper list. I asked him what time we would start in the morning. He told me that it wou1dn't be we, it would be I, because he was leaving that night with his family for their vacation. I told my father nothing of this, hoping everything would be all right. The bike didn't look quite so near. Three o'clock Sunday morning I began, or I should say, tried to begin. When I arrived at the corner to pick up the papers, I stood quite still for a minute looking at the papers. It looked as if there were enough papers for the entire state. I then stood close to the street light and looked over my address list, which was written in pencil on yellow paper. After I had walked six blocks and delivered the grand total of six papers, I came upon a house which I knew was supposed to get a paper. just as I was on the steps of the house, I heard a deep-throated growl. I saw out of the corner of my eye in the semi-darkness a dog which looked as large as a lion. I dropped the papers and fled. This was too much, the bike looked quite small at this point. I returned home, woke up my father and told him my long tale of woe. He agreed to help me deliver the rest of my papers. Already I felt better. Father knew twice as many streets in the village as I did, maybe he knew more than twice the number I knew. QThis turned out to be rightg father knew five streets.J Dawn by this time was almost ready to greet the world for another day. The great red eye of the sun began to peep out from his bed in the earth. When we returned to the house of the huge dog, we discovered the dog was quite lame, nearly blind, and had no teeth. I tried to tell my father it must have been another dog that had growled at me. Father just stared ahead. At the next house I knocked over a bottle of milk. Father had done a Hip on a roller-skate some child had left in front of a house. Father calmly proceededg to be truthful, he was so calm that I was nervousg he had a strange glint in his eyes. For the rest of the summer I didnlt mind pulling weeds from the garden to earn the bicycle. At least one could see them, and there were no dogs running through the garden. Frank Backos Form VI Fifty . THE CIRCUS Step right up, folks, to the greatest show on earth. In this tent we have the super colossal woman of the air, Madame Zubrichi, guaranteed to take your breath away or your money refunded Only one thin dime to witness her daring skill! The voice of the circus barker rang through the crowdg and crowd there was, for this was none other than the famous Ringtail Brothers Circus, a circus no one could afford to miss. The barker took up the chant again. We left the crowd and entered the main office. Hi, called the sixteen-year-old manager of this stupendous production. He glanced at his watch. You'd better hurry, he said. Your act is next. Coming out of the tent, we bumped into Mr. Haskins, the adult director of this third annual playground circus. He wished us luck. We young performers entered the big top. A hush spread over the audience. Ladies and gentlemen, announced the ringmaster. We are lucky enough to have here four daring girls on the trapeze. They will do an aerial ballet. Here they are! There was our cue. The band struck up a tune and we marched in. Our big day at last! After many weeks of practice under the patient direction of Mr Haskins we were at last to make our debut in the renowned circus. Our ballet was a short run of graceful feats on the trapeze. It took no skill to perform on them, but to us it seemed the hardest thing in the world to do. The audience liked 'it, though, for as we walked out, the applause rose. Most of us stayed andwatched the rest of the acts. The lion act was wonderful. . After the Grand Finale, we changed the costumes. This, our circus, had been a success. By the way, if you are ever in Madison, Wisconsin, stop by Tenney Park and take a look at those lions. Of course, you will find them in the form of boys playing baseball. Maybe Madame,Zubrichi will be slamming out a home run for them, but it still has the circus atmosphere. jill Sundgaard , Form II THE CYCLE The street is throbbing with the warmth and ardor of life. Spring's messenger 7 the Wind, is leading the trees, gaily garbed in inverted green crinolines, in a boister- ous, turbulent dance. Sunlight is playing hopscotch on the roof-tops and over the lilacs and the dogwood. And in the sky plump, well-fed clouds sail smugly by with their supercilious glances at a world., ofjsuch -unrestrained passions and youth. The street has sunk into the depth of the lavender gloom. Beneath the steady patter of the soft rain, the hushed whispers of the gossiping trees can be heard. The wet pavements gleam darkly while here and there they are flooded in a pool of golden light from a window or an open door. Eagerly the rich, brown loam drinks of the summer rain, and the tiny blades of grass revel in their cool bath. The world is drenched with a drowsy calm and tranquility. The street is gaudily arrayed in the various hues of Autumn. The sky is a more brilliant blue, the trees more resplendent in vivid reds and golds. And yet in sharp contrast there are the browns of dead leaves, the black of bare limbs, the harsh rasp of rustling leaves. The world is the feeble pretense of a dying man. The street sleeps in its bed of snow under a silver coverlet of moonlight. Wearily the dark trees droop their slender necks with their heavy necklaces of crushed diamonds. It is a Winter world of unbroken silver and black-the silver of snow and stars and moon, the black of night and cold and weariness. Joy Sundgaard Form VI Fifty-one ERROR While I was mounting the steps leading to track four of Union Station, I heard the roar of an incoming train. I reasoned that it was the six o'clock train from New York, and since I was to meet an important client, I began to trot up the steps. It was just my bad luck to be late, and our firm was expecting me to get the contracts from this man. Again I doubled my speed. The steps just seemed to Hy beneath me. Suddenly the crowd from the newly arrived train began to surge down the steps like multitudes of bees swarming after honey. Here I was, caught in this avalanche of humanity. What could I do? l just had to meet that representative or lose valuable business. First I stopped runningg then I stopped walking. I thought it would be safer for me to let this mass of huinans pass. Two, three, then four minutes passed, and still they came. Finally in desperation I began to advance. Boldly as a belligerent bulldozer, I pushed on. The halfway mark was reachedg but there still was a long way to go. As I renewed my advance, I was pushed, shoved, and kickedg but my progress was only slightly impeded. Then at the three-quarter mark I grasped the railing and almost had to pull myself up the stairs. l never knew there were so many people on one train. I began to wonder if the railroad officials were sending all of their trains to the one track. Finally I reached the top. There was no sight of my client. I began to run. I must have resembled a football player dashing for those sacred six points as I raced along the platform, side-stepping one couple, almost stiff-arming another, and nearly knocking down several more. Still there was no sign of my client. In desperation and sheer exhaus- tion I stopped and looked about. At that moment my eyes fell upon the station clock. It read five o'clock. I looked at my watchg it read six o'clock. I was puzzled over the matter, and then I remembered that I had neglected to set my watch on the standard winter time. Reluctantly I sat down and decided to wait that one hour for the train rather than go through the harrowing experience I had just endured. John Dowman Form VI HEAVENLY LIGHT Starlight fills the night with radiance. It scatters memories afar for loves and fades into morn. Sunlight floods the air with freshness. It kisses dry the morning dew-drops and smiles on the world. Susan Thalheimet Form VI Fifty-Iwo THE CONNECTICUT RIVER Forming neat the Canadian border and flowing southward through Vermont, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, and Connecticut is the historic Connecticut River. Driving through New England one may cross the river in many towns and see the many types of land through which it passes. Taking an imaginary trip along the river, which forms at the Connecticut Lake in Northern New Hampshire, one would notice that it flows through dense wooded sections at its source. Progressing toward the border of Vermont, one could see why the logsmen of pioneer days found the river so useful for transporting the huge trunks to the mills. It is also interesting to note that the dividing line between Vermont and New Hampshire comes right in the center of the stream, and the state sign markers are placed in the middle of the bridges. Going farther south into Vermont, one would notice that piles of slate line the banks and that many of the houses and barns are roofed with this material. At Wilder and Bellow's Falls, Vermont, huge power dams have been erected, providing excellent electrical facilities. The stream enters Massachusetts at Northfield, and from here on the bed widens out, making the fertile fields which attracted the early settlers. At Holyoke, Massa- chusetts, huge mountains of trap rock rise from the river banks. From here on one would see perfectly formed terraces on each side of the river. These were left when the huge glacier released the torrents of water that rushed seaward, and these are noted as being the best formed in the country. In the colonial period towns and cities were settled along the Connecticut River Valley with unusual rapidity, so one would see many flourishing communities near the banks of the river. From Hartford, Connecticut, the stream is navigable. At Middletown the river again narrows until it reaches its mouth near Saybrook. Thus would end a journey down the Connecticut River. Bill Adams Form I II THE HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET Many people admire the house across the street, but not many of them know what a dangerous place it is. You want to know what makes it dangerous? Well for one thing the gardener is very careless. He rakes the leaves into a nice pile in the back yard, where no one can see them. When he burns them he waits until there are only a few sparks left. Little does he know that it takes only a light breeze to have it become a roaring fire again. Oh, yes, Mrs. Smith was just too busy to take time to put the ash-trays back. Mr. Smith is so absorbed in the evening paper that he puts the ashes on the arm of the chair presuming that the ash-tray is there. The chair starts burning and the Smiths have lost a valuable chair. junior takes all his old story-books and toys and piles them in a heap in the attic. Mrs. Smith comes up looking for something. Someone has neglected to put a bulb in the socket so she must carry a candle. Tripping over juniors toys, she drops the candle and the whole attic is ablaze. The Smiths may have a pretty home and grounds, but personally I would rather live in my own secure home. Elizabeth MacKay Form I Fifty-three THE MOUNTAIN GUIDE While spending a few days in the mountains I met by chance what some might call a rather eccentric old retired mountain guide. He had a sweet ruddy face and hair as white as the snow on the mountain tops. Each day he would walk with us to some mountain cavern or pass. The weird and sometimes distressing tales he told made us wonder at his truthfulness. One evening after all had retired to their rooms, I walked to the window to watch light snowflakes swirl about the crystal blue that seemed to fill every space. I saw a rather odd sight and at first thought it only a figment of my imagination, but no, it was our old mountain guide. He stood like a great god, robed in white, looking over smaller mountains and valleys. It made a beautiful and almost unearthly sight. I do not know how long I stood there, but suddenly the great majestic figure was gone and there stood only that of a withered old man. Maybe the snowdrifts had been playing tricks on me, although I do not think so. Maybe the legendary tales that the old man told about the mountains were true. I shall never know, but when we went to his little cabin the next morning, there was dust an inch thick and everything was deserted. It was as if there had been no one there for many years. As many times as we have visited the mountains since, I have never seen the old man, but on a clear night when the snow falls lightly, you may see the great majestic figure turn to a withered old man. Joyce Emminger Form Il THIS IS THE STORY Come gather iround, my friends, and see How Student Government came to be: 'Twas the sophomores, who made the first stride, Asking the seniors to join their side And submit their aims to the faculty. We thought that the plans were honest and good To administer discipline where'er we could And enable our students thereby to unite For the good of the school and the teachers' delight, So now its function is understood. To the Council we also could go and suggest A worthwhile idea to become a behest. With yet many problems upon which to embark Already the council has reached a high mark! Susan Thalheimer Form VI Fifty-four THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A GRAIN OF SAND First let me introduce myself, I am a grain of sand, and I have lived on this same beach for almost 700 million years. I say almost because there was an interval of ten years when I did not live here. This is what happened during these ten years. One day I heard a great rumbling sound. At first I thought there was an earth-quake, and the other grains of sand had not told meg but no, when I looked up I saw a great monster with wheels and a long mouth that reached down and picked up all my friends around me. CThis is a steam-shovel.J Suddenly it was upon me. It picked me up so high that I could not see the ground. 4 If you remember, this was a grain of sand, so that the height was only six feet.J Then it opened up, and I fell for miles. CThe equivalent of a mile for a grain of sand is one foot.J I landed in another monster which had wheels and an open back. Later I found it was a dump- truck. I lay in the open for a few minutes until the monster with the long mouth came and dropped more sand on me. Then I saw ber! She was the prettiest grain of sand I had ever beheld. 4We fell in love with each other at first sight. We promised each other we would never part. Then the dump-truck started to move! I do not know how long it was before the truck stopped. Suddenly the back of the truck went up, and we went down, down. As we fell, my sweetheart and I were separated. I searched frantically for her, but in vain, she was nowhere to be found. I landed at the bottom of a pit. There I lay for a few months. After, a while I was scooped up with a lot of other sand by a boy who dumped me into a bowl. Then some shells were dropped on us. Luckily I was caught in one of the shells. I soon found I was in a gold-fish bowl. If I hadn't been caught in the shell, I would have been washed out when the bowl was cleaned. After a year the gold-fish died and I was thrown into a trash-can. The next day a garbage-truck came, and I was put into that. I was still in the shell and could not see a thing. Now this was in New York, and in New York the Sanitation Department puts all refuse on a garbage-scow. The garbage-scow then takes the garbage out in the water and throws it over-board. This is exactly what happened to me. As I was thrown over-board, another grain of sand fell into the shell with me. Suddenly water was all around me. Luckily the shell stayed afloat, and a great wave picked us up and brought us toward shore. I say us because there was another grain of sand in the shell with me. Being a rather bold grain of sand, I asked who it was. To my great surprise and happiness it was my sweetheart. She told me how she had gotten into the shell with me. Almost a year after we had parted, a little boy had gone into the place where she lay and got his shoes full of sandg thus she came into 'his shoes. The little boy's mother had emptied the sand into a trash-can, and from then on the same thing had happened to her as happened to me. We lay on the ocean-floor for many years, each day being washed a little bit more toward shore. At last the day came! A monstrous wave picked us up and carried us to dry land. There we stayed. Well, as I said, I lay here for 300 million years. I wonder what will happen during the next 700 million years. Rolf Margenau Form I Fifty-ive , HOW TO MAKE PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES Often in the afternoon I look greedy-eyed at the peanut butter jar just to see if there is enough to make some peanut butter cookies. However, on this particular day, with a friend I had just met in my new home in the country, I was not disappointed. I looked at the jar once again to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me because only twice before I had left enough from the morning breakfast for some afternoon appetizers. I almost thought that the good sight would disappear if I didn't take it pretty soon, so I took it and walked over to the counter. I took a bowl down from the cupboard. It was a nice big bowl, just right for my stomach-filling purposes. Now I got out a baby recipe book that some girl had given me for my birthday a long while backf Hmn. Cream sugar and peanut butter, or something that resembled those words. I went forth with project A. Project B was to take out some Crisco when my mother wasn't looking. That completed, I commenced Project C. My com- manding ofhcer, the recipe book, told me to get an egg or two and beat them up separately. Disregarding the latter part of my instructions, I beat up the eggs with the other contents. My punishment was-wondering whether the campaign, the cookies, would be successful. Next came two tablespoons of milk. Since I was going to wash the dishes, I didn't think I'd bother using a tablespoon, so I guessed as to the amount. Result-too much. Next and last on the orders for the day was to sift baking powder, salt, and flour. Disregarding the little four-letter word sift, I threw in the contents. Again I worried about the results. The next step, after my friend had waxed the cookie sheet, was to put it in the lighted oven. The oven would not light, so bold little .I decided to light it from underneath with a match. Result-burns and singed hair on my arms. However, in spite of all obstacles, the campaign was won, and the cookies came out well. ' Alan Dann Form II CLEANING A DESK DRAWER Early one morning you awake. The sun is shining in through the window, making the sun-beams dance on the desk. Yes, that desk, its drawer needs a complete cleaning. It's been a long time since that drawer has been neat. Therefore directly after straight- ening the room you decide to tackle the immense undertaking of cleaning the desk drawer. First you place a waste-basket and a card-board box in front of you. The former is to discard the absolutely unnecessary things, and the latter is to contain articles that you may some day want. The remaining objects, which shall be few, will be put neatly back. As you start rummaging through the drawer, you discover an old letter you forgot to mail due to the lack of a stamp. No wonder you never received that long awaited reply. Old purchasing slips, advertisements, and scraps of paper are immediately crumpled into the basket, while you toss used notebooks, old snapshots, and letters into the card-board box. Finally everything is removed. You can hardly believe all that could have been in one drawer. After much deliberation you start returning things that you think should survive this sudden burst of enthusiastic neatness. Slowly and very carefully you restore a few articles to their home. There, the drawer's all neat and looks like a model of cleanliness. At that moment the telephone rings. Your friend has arrived unexpectedly from New York and will be at your home shortly. You dash into the room, and your eyes meet the revolting mess on the top of the desk. Articles of all shapes are balanced pre- cariously. You follow your first impulse. Yes, you quickly stuff everything into the desk drawer, and you are right back where you started. Reyna Schwartz Fifty-tix Form V , FATE One brisk September morning my friend, Ann, and I felt the urge to take a nice, long walk. Our destination was the top of East Rock Park. Eagerly we started our long trek to the top, huffing and puffing with each step. Finally, after what seemed endless hours of climbing, we had reached the last giant stair. Breathlessly we started our way across the narrow foot bridge, which offers a wonderful view for miles around. Usually, because of the sheer drop directly below, we hurried across, but that day we lingered a few moments to drink in the breath-taking beauty. I stepped forward in order to get a better look, when suddenly my foot slipped- and over I went. I experienced the most sickening sensation in my stomach as I plummeted downward, realizing that every second would bring me closer and closer to my inevitable death. What a horrible way to die, I thought, being smashed to bitsf Suddenly, as if by a miracle, I was no longer falling, but swinging back and forth in the cool breeze, my coat having been caught on a projecting limb. Cautiously I looked about me. There were milling crowds above and below, all eagerly anticipating my every move. My hands clutched the limb tightly, and I prayed as I had never prayed before. In the far distance I heard the sound of screaming sirens. My hopes rose by leaps and bounds. My aching arms felt as if they were being torn loose from their sockets. I can't hold out much longer, I thought. Tiny beads of perspiration covered my forehead. Looking up, I saw a rope being lowered to me. Eagerly I reached for it. I missed! Again I tried, the tears streaming down my cheeks. Oh God, please don't let me die! Once more the rope was within my reach. My burning fingers entwined themselves around it. I hung on for dear life, thanking God every minute. Slowly and carefully I was being raised upward. Just another second and it will be all over, I thought. Chills ran up and down my spine. Kind hands reached out, pulling me to safety. How wonderful the earth felt-how solid, safe, and o-o-o-o-0-h-h. Everything was to black. Beverly Tata Form IV MAN'S FANCY TURNS To me spring's not when flowers bloom Or house cleaning's in every room, It doesn't mean birds which trill and sing Or showers that May Howers bring. When April comes, things start to thaw, And there's nothing written in any law That says a feller can't change his fancy From maybe Alice-to joan or Nancy. Or maybe spring means sun-green grass And bugs comin' out en masse. It can mean a feller's not so free 'Cuz there's work to do-at least for me! It's only a thought and could be worse, I could've written it in prose--but it's verse. Frederic Earle Form VI Fifty-Jeven RETURN The driving rain and cold wind tossed odd remnants of torn, week-old newspapers and sometimes pasted one against a garbage pail or building with a sharp slap. Feeble street lights glimmered weakly and only served to add a ghostly pallor to the glistening streets. About Hve o'clock the storm had broken, catching the throngs of home-goers unaware. Folded newspapers and briefcases served as momentary protection. Crowds shifted and waited impatiently in doorways and under eaves for already overflowing busses. The throngs thinned more quickly than customary, and as a heavy darkness settled over the city, lights darted on one by one from windows everywhere. - Once or twice someone leaning heavily into the wind passed by, clinging des- perately to his hat, with head bent low and coat tails snapping in the wind. The dampness was working up through the soles of my shoes and my jacket clung to my back as the wind pushed me down our street. Strange that I should call it that yet-after seven years it was still our street. Familiar landmarks became more numerous. McPhierson's meat market stood exactly as it had always been. At seven-thirty sharp, old Mac would pull down the door shade and go to his quarters in the rear. As I passed, I noted the one naked light bulb hanging faithfully in the same old place. Stopping momentarily, I peered into the interior-there was the cleaver jabbed into the accustomed notch, and sure enough the old chair with the rung still broken rested near the shelf. The quick tattoo of foot- steps startled me to reality, and I moved quickly on my way. A woman passed me carrying heavy bundles which she shifted in her arms to relieve the weight. My heart leaped into my throat only to fall again in disappointment. I thought for a moment it might be she, but . . . Half carried by the wind she darted up the steps of a house down the street, and as I passed, I saw figures of small children scurrying by the window. My attention was quickly drawn to the other side of the street, where a sudden darkening of the barber shop gave evidence of its closing. With the slam of a door, rattle of keys, and quick steps of someone hurrying, I knew Frank had left. I could trace in my mind's eye every step he would take to his house with his dark-haired wife and two daughters-they must be big now-Mary with her dark eyes and little Louise, sad little Louise. A cardboard box drummed by me and took a sudden lurch, landing against a fence, only to stop for a moment and then with a jerk, be whisked away down the glis- tening street. A sudden blast of wind sent splashing rain against my face and neck, and I could feel small droplets gather momentum and come coursing down my scalp only to scurry past my collar and down my soaking back. Although I was thoroughly wet by now, I couldn't turn back until I reached my destination. I considered the absurdity of it all-battling all the way with the solitary purpose of turning back. At least once a year Cifl could make ith I would walk this same street. For seven years I had done it-seven times in seven years. Well, I had managed to keep it up so far. With a shift ofthe wind I had to press forward past the shoe repair shop with- yes, there old Dan sat, hunched and pale over some shoe or other. I wanted to tap on Fifty-eigb! the window, but my hands were too cold and numb inside the badly worn pockets. I hadn't the courage to take them out. I passed joe Smalt's house. His newspaper lay a sodden pulp on the sagging step, and the picket fence leaned crazily inward. Yet between the. gusts of the wind I could hear a few notes of their piano. Six children and still a house of happiness. A feeling of remorse crept over meg I shifted my shoulders in an attempt to crawl deeper into my jacket. On past the book store with its jangling bell and musty odor. In spite of myself I could feel my pulse quicken I tried desperately to keep my eyes on the sidewalk, the gutter, the shining street. any- where, somewhere, yet I looked up. There it stood-our house: her house now, but still to me 'our house. The light in the living room was on. As I drew nearer, I noted the design of the curtains here and there through the steamed windows. I turned the corner of the street which ran by the other side of the house. Above the top of the dining room window sill I could see the water glass rims and a milk pitcher on the table. Supper was all ready, but nowhere could I see Her. Then in the kitchen a shadow fell on the curtain and two smaller ones joined the third-little Joe and Mary. I bit my lip hard. The figures separated, and through the first window two bright-eyed children could be seen impatiently and intently watching the third figure, whose only claim to being was a slim, girlish shadow on the curtain. ' The small girl with short curly hair sat nearer the window. I could no longer see her because of the steam on the windows until a sudden clearing away of the moisture on the window by a small hand brought the scene back again. I stepped into the shadows as she pressed her nose against the pane and peered out at the driving rain. The times had been hard about eight years ago and with bills piling up I was at my wits' end until I remembered a neighborly remark made in a great joke Cfor we all tried to laugh the difficulties of the times awayb. The words worth more dead than alive had permanently solved my problem, and I had disappeared. They could live at least decently now on my insurance, and the interest would see them through. Only being a living dead man wasn't easy. My heart ached to knock on the door and see their faces and have them come to me. I wanted to have a place to live, with my fa . . . A low mournful whistle of the 8:10 train rounding Little Bend absorbed my spirit. I would have to go again-for another year, perhaps more. The echoes of the whistle spread over the city and penetrated every corner, making the tide of self-control run low. They would check the box cars at 8:57, and to be safe I would have to catch on as it pulled out. The rain came down in a slow drizzle, and a second whistle rattled over the city. I walked back up the street, and the papers flapped in the gutters. Carol Nutile Form VI Fifty-nine Sixty CIRRUS A wandering cirrus column, long and narrow, cuts a path across the deep blue sky, Making a swath of blue and white as it travels past, No ugly thing of man, this creation of God, No paint of prefabricated walls, Instead a freshness all its own, A sample of God's magnificent art. Uninfluenced by weather men or their maps, its celestial beauty follows the wind, Heading what yet is to come. Fluffy cumulus may follow, or angry growling nimbus may chase it on, scowling, gloomy stratus it may even head- But whatever may follow is soon forgotten as Shedding its divine beauty and unheralded by man or beast, It encroaches upon the sky's blue domain, going only God knows where. No plans were made, no architects hired, yet Even so, its sublime but simple beauty Excels all that man has ever done, is doing, or ever will. Fred Mansfield Form V CRAS DICIS SEMPER - MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS iV.58l Tomorrow, always tomorrow you say, you will live. Tell me, when comes that tomorrow of yours? How far off is that tomorrow? Where is it? And on what account do you seek it? Surely it lies not hidden among the Parthians or the Armenians? Now tomorrow holds as many years as Priam or Nestor. Tell me, for what price can that tomorrow be bought? Will you live tomorrow? It is late now to live today. He who is wise, Postponer, lived yesterday. Translation by Emily Perrins Form VI MY L+ L +1 1 lf' cfs, li 1 -Q -gg Am 5 an X r 'AL ' 'f ' I 5 D XX X X QXXXX x The Faculfy Fzrst Row: Mrs. Carpenter, Mrs. Phillips, Mrs. Kneller, Mrs. Pierpont, Miss Trecartin, Miss Clutts, Mrs. Dorchester. Second Row: Mr. Coleman, Mrs. Knowlton, Mrs. Turner, Mrs. Walton, Mrs. Carlson, Mrs. Steers Mrs. Viarcl, Mrs. Rose, Mrs. Rademacher, Mr. Bangs. Abrerzt: Mrs. Adams, Mrs. McGreal, Mrs. Walker. Sixty-two SIXTH GRADE Fin! Row: Ralph Neclerio, George Staples, Cynthia Adams, Carol Saner, joan Wilson, Katharine Clark, Valerie Moore, Sandra Beach, Averell Carter, Howard Rose. Second Row: Mrs. Steers, Humbert Fiskio, john Hartney, Thomas Eaton, Theodore Crane, Gus Pandajis, Robert Duffy. Thin! Rout Michael Adley, Brian Kirby, Robert Wiklund, Alan Wells, George Murray, Donald Adley. Ahrenl: Kenard Himmel. FOURTH GRADE Firrt Rout Charles Baldwin, Anne English, Betty Crane, Susanne Raphael, Mary jo Peck, Nancy Lee Corey, Matthew Neclerio. Second Row: Marshall Ryon, Pat Brewster, Toby Clark, Lewis Johnson, Craig Elliot, Jack Bengtson, Peter Eaton, William Rosen- quist, Mrs. Phillips. Absent: Marianne Beagle, Joyce Olson, jerry Olson. FIFTH GRADE Firrt Rout Anthony DeLucia, Brenda Herring- ton, Margaret McNeil, Carolyn Livingston, Ruth Budge, Susanne Boorsch, Gary Clark. Second Row: Michael Green, Charles Roberts, Alan Salke, Van Corey, john Ramsey, Bruce Black, Roy Lindsay, Mrs. Rose. Absent: Bradford Ferns, Renee Dreyfus. Sixty-three SECOND GRADE Fir!! Rout Robert lovene, Harriet Epstein, Marshall Deutsch, Phyllis Peck, David Sleeper, Martha Guida. Second Row: Mrs. Carpenter, Albert Laudano, William Chase, Betsy Wittenborn, Virginia Wynne, Kenneth Ritchel, Peter Stephens. Abrent: Bonnie Lou Barnes. S ixty- four THIRD GRADE Firrt Roux Merritt Cleaver, Gail Murray, Betty Rogers, Valerie Greene, Mary Ann Sullivan, Sally Pickands, Peter Preisner. Second Row: Dale lngmanson, Douglas Lap- ham, Billy Goddard, David Gamble, Dee Martin, Alan Murnick, Wilbert Trester, Mrs. Kneller. Abfentz Henry Farnam, Robert LaFemina, Mary Meader, William Curtis, Gay Norton. FIRST GRADE Firrt Row: Donald Currie, William Lang, Lauren Hald, Sarah English, Carol Roberts, Nancy Crute, Laurel Held, Chaplin Barnes, john Murray, Miss Clutts. Second Row: Henry Hawkin, Platt Brightwell, Burt Fowler, Richard Curtis, Frederick Kusterer, Carl Landow, Thomas Sloane, Daniel Zucchi. A brent: Ethan Simms. CONNECTING CLASS lfirrt Razr: Paul Schnitman, Barbara Currier, Justine Fitzgerald, Barbara Gamm, john Lindsay, Cornelia Chester, Betty Hoffman, Noel Upham, Letitia De Maio, John Pouzzner. Second Row: Mrs. Viard, Douglas Crowley, Alan Schwarrzman, Dale Cochran, Bruce Fenn, George Corey, Skippy Upham, Bill Mentelos, Billy Lang, David Howland, Miss Trecartin. Abrenl: William Forbes, Neal Shaffer, Judith Barnes, Carol Behre. Lk , '.,,,Aj ,I,.,Q.- .ix.1.. - A- Kl N DERGARTEN Fin! Row: Stephen Pollard, Dickie Wangaard, Ruth Osterweis, Rollyn Osterweis, Corrie Latimer, Gretchen Wittenborn, Linda Guerry, Carolyn Curl, Cornelia Begle, Mary Lou Mignone, Robert Reigeluth, Skippy Hendrick. Second Row: Mrs. Viard, Robert Feinn, Philips Upham, Melvin Baer, Douglas Sucher, james English, George Berger, David Currier, Mrs. Pierpont. Abrentz Justin Cashman, David Cleaver john English, Ralph jones, Linda Bogen, Joan Ivers, Nancy Montanaro. Sixty-five Acfiviiies e 1 This year has been one of great activity in the grades. With the reorganization of the Art Department under Mrs. Walker, the assembly hall has been the scene of weekly exhibits of the efforts of her students. At an exhibition and tea held in December, parents and friends of the students were delighted with the line work in arts and crafts done by the younger children. Mrs. Walker's demonstration of finger painting made many in the audience wish that they were sixth graders once more, having the oppor- tunity to do such fascinating things. During the winter season the sixth grade and Forms I and II were instructed in social dancing under the direction of Mrs. Albert Zang, accompanied by the rhythms of Miss Salvo. The series of lessons culminated in a tea dance held in March. The little folks' Christmas Nativity Pageant was presented on Tuesday, December l5th, directed by Mrs. Pierpont, Miss Trecartin, and Mrs. Carpenter, while the story of the Nativity was read by Mrs. Carlson. The kindergarten and connecting-class repre- sented angels and shepherds, and the first grade comprised the chorus. Individual parts were as follows: Mary--Virginia Lee Peters, Joseph-Bruce Fenn, Speaking Angel- Corrie Latimer, Speaking Shepherd-Phillip Upham, and Boy with a Lamb-James Mitchell. A snow sculptoring contest early in March presented unusual sights about the grounds where snow dogs gamboled and the Hamden Hall seal, seeming to slip from the post, was so well reproduced in snow that it was judged the winner. Between morning classes the high school is inclined to stop at the door to watch the kindergarten and connecting-class at rhythms, directed by Mrs. Carpenter. At noon the clanging of cymbals and jingling of tambourines resound through the assembly hall as the childrens orchestra practices. Sixfy-rzx Lower School Sporis BASEBALL ' The lower school baseball team, directed by Mrs. Delano, has spent a modified sea- son so far. Because there are no teams of a corresponding age level in other schools, the girls have been forced to engage in only intramural competition. Informal practice has helped to develop a greater proficiency in the sport and has led to many exciting games with the boys' teams. i Fira! Row: Boorsch, Herrington, Captain Adams, Moore, Beach, Crane. Second Razr: Budge, Wilson, Saner, Mrs. Delano. MIDGET FOOTBALL gg g The Green and Gold waved highest this year over the Midget Team, composed of boys in the fifth grade through Form II. After a defeat in their first game, the pow- erful little team, under Captain Neclerio, quarterback, surged ahead to win all the remaining games of the season, concluding triumphantly to capture the championship in the Connecticut Private School Athletic League. High scorer for the team was Bill Murray. The cup now so proudly held ' by the Midgets represents their hard work Fin! Row: Gartland, G. Murray, Brewster, Captain R. 'Gnd SPOflCSIT12lUShlP and the HUC CO11Cl'1iHg Neclerio, M. Adley, P. Eaton, Kirby. Second Row: W, Rosenquist Johnson, Crane, Wells, of Mr' Flory' De Lucia, Ryon. BASEBALL The Midget- Baseball team, under the l direction of Mr. Ernest Russ, has embarked i upon an active season more quickly than any other school team. If the team con- tinues to progress as it has, we will expect great victories in the future. The scores of games so far have been as follows: the first game with Unquowa, 9 to 6, their favor, the second game with Unquowa, 16 to 15, their favor, and the eight-inning game with Orange, 7 to 6, our loss by a very slim ' margin. Fir!! Row: Ryon, Kirby, D. Adley, Lapham, Carter, Captain M. Neclerio. Second Row: M, Adley, P. Eaton, H. Fiskio, Hartney, Wiklund, Roberts, Crane, Mr. Russ. CUBS l Fifrt Rout Trester, Ryon, Neclerio Setofzff Row: Carter, Ramsey, Mr. Delano, Crane, DeI.ucia, Elliot Among the numerous activities engaged in by the pupils of Hamden Hall, one of the most popular is Cub Scouting. The school has its own Cub pack', which has weekly meetings devoted to boys' hobbies and other subjects of interest in Cub Scouting, The troop is ably conducted by Mr. Delano, the members are Ted Crane, Averell Carter, Toby Clark, Van Corey, Michael Greene, Craig Elliot, Matthew Neclerio, Ralph Neclerio, John Ramsey, Roy Lindsay, Marshall Ryon, and Bill Rosenquist. Under the leadership and guidance of Mrs. Delano, Girl Scout Troop No. 10 this year has increased in membership and has expanded its usual program to include more activities than ever. Troop No. I0 is composed of both a junior and a senior patrol. The junior patrol includes the fourth, Hfth, and sixth grades. Form I and Form II comprise the senior atrol. i P Folk dances of all nations added much to the festivities in December. Football games, visits to the Yale Art Gallery, clay modeling, architectural planning and study, and trail blazing were a few of the activities. One highlight of the year was a recent expedition to the Connecticut Agricultural Experimental Station, where useful information was gleaned, as well as an entertaining afternoon enjoyed, by the troops. JUNIOR PATROL V - SENIOR PATROL F1r.rt Row: Corey, Boorsch, Moore, Beagle, Fin! Row: McNeil, Corbett, Pickands, Budden Herrington, Crane. Duncan, Mudge. Second Row: Mrs. Delano, Adams, Budge, Wilson, Second Row: Mrs. Delano, Sundgaard, Rossman Saner, Raphael, McNeil. Snyder, McKinster. ,c.,..,. l'd 25 X ilk' 4, KJ' fa .-1 2 .,f V aj, 1 .lf 4 pie? f -if CHRISTMAS EVE It was wonderful, that nice, brisk night, Christmas Eve. It was so lovely being on Beacon Hill, the oldest and nicest part of Boston. just think, every Christmas Eve the persons who live on the Hill let the people from all around come to sing carols and see the lovely creches and Madonna scenes in the windows. When we came out from under the State House arch, it was like going into a heaven with all those lovely scenes, crowds of people singing carols, candles shin- ing in the windows, and snow all about. A5 we went farther down the Hill, there was the nicest street of all. There we stopped the longest to sing. Bell fingers with old English bells played sweet old tunes to our singing. We saw lovely old lamplight lanterns passing by. In the middle of this was a tiny green. In one of the windows we looked down at a big long table with lots of fruit on it and lovely mural paintings in the background. It just seemed out of nowhere. Girls in their party frocks were standing looking out at the crowds. A man near us said, They look like a painting by Sargent. They looked so lovely. On the third floor stood a little girl looking out at us, her silhouette just showing. Her father came to the window and brought her into another room probably saying, Time to go to bed, Betty Ann. Sleep tight so Santa can do his work, because he has to visit many places and I'm pretty sure he will come heref' Walking on we saw lovely creches. The last and nicest thing of all was a pic- ture of Madonna and Child placed against a dark background, and a single rose in a little vase. I Joan Wilson Grade VI Did you ever see a wagon Go down the hill so fast? Bumpity! bump! And every bump it jumps. John Murray Grade I HOW I CARE FOR MY PET I have a canary. He is yellow and white with a little gray spot on his head. He sings to meg Ilike him. I feed him song food and master seed and peas, carrots, and dandelions. He loves his dandelions. I have gotten him tame so he sits on my hand and eats from it. I cover him up at night. He wakes me up in the morning by singing to me. I gave my canary a ba-th yesterday. The first thing he does is to dip his head into the water. Then after his head is clean he very carefully puts his two feet into the water. He flutters his wings and gets very clean. Then he hops out of the water. Betty Crane Grade IV Seventy OCCUPATIONS OF THE ANCIENT WORLD The earliest civilized people were the Egyptians and the Babylonians. The Egyptians' most important occupation was agriculture. In course of time wheat and barley were the most important grains, and where these did not grow, thrifty patches of garden vegetables were raised. Later on they raised clover for cattle, and Hax for linen from which most of their clothing was made. Many men and women were artisans and craftsmen, weavers, cabinetmakers, goldsmiths, copper- smiths, glass blowers, tailors, and shoemakers. One of the greatest things that they made is the Great Pyramid of Gizeh which covers 13 acres at the base and rises up to 481 feet. They also made many other pyramids. Men and women did great painting and carving. The early Egyptians invented writing, and they divided the year into 365 days with 12 months of 30 days each. The Babylonians also spent much of their time on agriculture. They were also engaged in weaving, making jewelry, and carving ivory. The Babylonians invented a way of writing and collected great libraries. They, like the Egyptians, divided the year into the months but were the first to name the seven days of the week. They also divided the day into 24 hours, the hours into 60 minutes, and the minutes into 60 seconds. The Phoenicians made a purple dye, line quality glass, fabrics for garments, and fine metal work. They also traded for tin and amber. The Phoenicians were sailors and colonizers. The early Hebrews were wandering shepherds in the Arabian desert. Later on they wrote fine religious literature which is the Old Testament. The Persians were one of the greater groups out of many others, large and small. They were simple mountaineers who made a living by agriculture. Suzanne R. Boorsch Grade V THE ROBIN I love the robin in the spring, To see him fly and hear him sing. He builds his nest high in a tree Where he is safe as safe can be. Mary Meader Grade III THE LITTLE DUCK Once there was a little duck who lived with his mother and father in a pool. One day when his mother and father were sleeping, he waddled out of the pool and went for a walk in the woods. When the little cluck's father and mother awoke and saw that the little duck was gone, they began to hunt for him. They soon found him and brought him home. After that he never ran away again. Martha Guida Grade II Seventy-one Squirrely, whirly Up a tree He hides his nut And down comes he. Thomas Sloane Grade I Falling, falling Are the leaves- Yellows, reds, and greens. Gray squirrels will bury Nuts underneath the leaves. Carl Landow Grade I MY VACATION My vacation this summer was spent at Camp Po-ne-mah, situated on the top of one of the foothills of the Berkshires in Kent, Connecticut. Our water front was on North Spectacle Lake. What I will remember longest about this summer was when I swam across the lake. This is how it happened. This year I was working for my second honor. I had all the required points except five more in swimming. The only way I could see to get them was by swimming the lake. After the doctor had given me the O.K., I found that I was to go on Monday morning at eleven o'clock with Breezy Ciezensky as my swimming partner and Rob as life guard. It just happened to be our luck that Monday was a very windy day. Breezy had passed more tests that I had, so of course Rob had more trust in her ability than in mine. When we got out a little past the float, I began to puff and pant. The thought that I had started to puff so soon made me panicky. If I was pufhng already, how could I ever hope to get across the whole lake? From then on every few minutes Rob would ask anxiously, Kiki, are you rare you're all right? Of course I answered, I'm O.K. Then was swallowed by another wave. How Breezy kept going so steadily I will never know. At last we were almost over. I was just about gone, but Breezy was still going just as she had started. Then, all of a sudden, Breezy's strength gave out, and Rob had to pull her into the boat. At last I reached the other shore. I had not landed in the spotl should have, but Rob said that she would give me the points anyway. It was the most wonderful feeling I ever had. I had swum the lake. I had gotten my hundred points, and would most likely get my honor. As it was, I did get my honor, and I think that that made it the most wonderful summer I have ever had. Then, as all things must, my summer came to an end, and about an week after I swam the lake I boarded the train and headed for Massachusetts. Here I was to spend several days before going home. Katharine Clark Grade VI Seventy-two THE MANY USES OF FIRE The cave men of ever so long ago did not know how to use fire. When they did learn how to use fire it was used for many purposes. They used it for cooking and to scare wild animals away from their caves. They also used fire for heat and for making boats. When they hollowed out logs for boats they started the fire in the center of a log. If the fire spread too far, they used wet moss to stop it. Peter Preisner Grade III AN AUTUMN FRIEND Autumn is so happy and gay, All the children are out at play. I'1l never have enough to say About each bright and happy day. One day when I was taking a stroll, I saw a pretty little knoll. I found my way to the top of the knoll, And there I saw a little hole. Beside the hole was a little chipmunk With light and dark stripes just like a skunk. I sprinkled some crumbs upon the mound Before Mister Chipmunk could turn around. He finally turned with a little bound, And nibbled his crumbs without a sound. I felt that I had made a friend, My love for him will never end. Thomas Eaton Grade VI YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK This summer we went to Yosemite National Park. After we entered the Park, we drove around many dangerous curves where it looked as if the mountains would fall right down on top of us. On our way through the Park we passed a number of high waterfalls and babbling brooks. In the middle of the Park is Yosemite Lodge. This consists of a lodge, a swimming pool, and about fifty cabins nestled among tall redwoods at the foot of a mountain. We managed to secure a cabin for the night. In the morning it was really beautiful, for the sun was filtering through the trees and there was a faint odor of bacon and wood fires. After breakfast we hiked up the mountain to Vernal Falls. Along the way we passed several State Troopers with ropes and tools. They were looking for the boy and sailor who drowned the week before in the falls. On the way out of the Park we passed Wawonak, which is noted for its giant redwoods. One of them was so big that we could drive through it. I hope that I can go there again some time. Carol Saner Grade VI Seventy-three THE HEIFER CALF Our class at church one Sunday decided to try and raise enough money to send a Holstein heifer calf over to Europe. That would cost about 55200. We sent a letter to a company that sells Holsteins, and in return they sent us a pamphlet telling about their young cattle. We decided that each child should try to raise a dollar and give it toward the Heifer Fund. We thought this a good idea since other churches were doing the same in order that the starving children of Europe could have milk in the f-uture. I told my parents about the idea as soon as I got home, and they thought it quite a fine one. Right then and there they started thinking of ways in which I could earn my dollar. I might make my bed, clean and dust my room, practice the piano an hour each day, and rake the leaves twice a week. There was a list such as this every day, ready and waiting for me. Pretty soon I counted up my money, and I had exactly ninety-nine cents. One more penny was all that was needed. My father then said that he'd just give it to me. So I took my dollar to Church with me that Sunday. We soon got the amount needed, and the heifer is on her way to Europe. Valerie Moore Grade VI WINTER Winter storms are here at last, With sheets of ice that look like glassg And snow is high on hill and plain, And on the creeks where once you ran. You go to the barn and get the sleigh, And brush the cobwebs all away. You drag it out and look under the seat, And see a bird's nest all nice and neat. Now the sleigh is all rigged out, Everything is trim and fit and tight. All the paint is nice and bright, Even the runners shine like a light. You wake old Dobbin in his stall, And wonder if he can walk at all. You find he is so full of hay You have to urge him half the way. And that's not all, I had to drive him to Hamden Hall. Howard Rose I Grade VI I A COLLIE I am a Collie. Once I had no home. I was wandering in the woods one day. I was so hungry. I saw a little house and a little old woman at the door of the house. She seemed-to be struggling to get in. She was falling. I am a Seeing-Eye dog. I could tell that she was blind. I barked in a friendly way. I wanted to help her. She liked me so she kept me. Now I am a beautiful collie. My name is Buff. ' Sally Pickands Grade III Seventy-four A Y 6 AN AUTUMN POEM Autumn brings its own good fun, Crispy days to play and run. Lovely leaves all red and yellow, Fires burning, and pumpkins mellow. Autumn days are nice and cool, Time has passed for the swimming pool. Leaves are flying, and trees are bareg At night they give you quite a scare. When autumn comes the birds fly southg Red squirrel runs about with a nut in his mouth. The hunting season now is here, Men roam the woods and shoot the deer. Best of all is Hallowe'en, When witches and goblins are seen. Boys and girls are out for fun, Soap your windows, and then they run. We scare our friends with funny faces, And hide their things in funny places. We duck for apples and soak our shirts, And even wear our sisters' skirts. Roben Wiklund Grade VI THE EGYPTIANS - Ancient Egypt was about the size of the State of Arizona. There were two parts. The first was lower Egypt, consisting of the Nile Delta. Beginning in july every year and continuing for four months there was rain in the mountains where the river has its source. Not all the Egyptians were farmers. Some were weavers, cabinetmakers, gold- smiths, glassblowers, tailors, and shoemakers. Women wove delicate linens as line as silk. The Egyptians' year was made up of 365 days divided into 12 months of 30 days each. They learned astronomy. They worked the Weights and measures and made advances in arithmetic. Peggy McNeil Grade V A BOAT RIDE We went on a boat ride. I had fun. We even fate on the boat! It was a yacht. The name on the back of the boat was Sea Beef' Sometimes when we passed another boat we bounced up and down. It had a bedroom and a bathroom. Sometimes we liked to lie in the bedroom. We were ahead of a boat called Lady Anne but it passed us. We got ahead of it again. It was the faster boat because it passed us again. ' . Nancy Lea Corey Grade IV Seventy-five MY HOMES When I was a baby I went for three rides in an airplane. I flew from the West to the East, back to the West, and back to the East. My first home was in the West. It was a,very pretty house. It had an orange tree in back. My next home was in the East. It is a big house. I have a swing and a slide in the back. I have a baby brother. His name is jimmy. Anne English Grade IV MY TRIP THROUGH THE WHITE MOUNTAINS During my summer vacation I went on a trip through the White Mountains in New Hampshire. We started out expecting it to be good weather. As we came near the moun- tainous area it grew cold and damp and started clouding over. We were going to the Flume in Franconia Notch. My father had been there once before. A short while before we reached there we came to a place where we could see the Indian Head. It was very beautiful. After arriving at the Flume Gorge we decided it would be a beautiful walk to the falls. Soon we heard the falls roaring in the dis- tance. There -were many wooden steps built so one could look over the sides and see the falls below. It is almost like a series of falls only they all are joined together. The falls are in a crevice in a rocky mountainside. We enjoyed this part of the trip very much. After riding a little farther we stopped to see the Old Man of the Mountain. just as we returned it started to rain in torrents. We also went to Crawford Notch. In Crawford Notch there were some beauti- ful falls too. The brilliant autumn colors made it very beautiful. Cynthia Adams ' Grade VI ' IF I WERE A BIRD If I were a Songbird, I would fly down South every winter so I wouldn't freeze or starve. I would eat all the seeds that I could find. I would sing the sweetest song in the world. Every morningl would get up early and fly over 'tree tops and look at the world below. Then I would fly back to the nest I was building. My nest would be the nicest nest in the whole flock. Douglas Lapham Grade III Seventy-fix SPRING Spring is the nicest time of the year. The flowers start to grow, the birds start to sing, and I can stop wearing my snow suit and boots! Bonnie Barnes Grade II HOW TO RAISE A HORSE To raise a horse you must have patience because a horse cannot understand like a person. A Welsh pony or a Shetland pony does not eat as much as a horse. When it is four or five years old, it will not grow any more. If this kind of pony eats as much as a horse does, it will have too much energy and become wild. But if an Indian pony, thoroughbred polo pony, or any other pony or horse eats too much food, it will not harm them becauselthey are' faster animals and can run it off. A horse or pony can have as much water as he wants, except when he is sweating. The hay comes in bales. The bales are divided into sections. Each section is a cake of hay. One quart of oats should be given to the pony in the morning and about 4 o'clock. The hay should be given inf the morning and at night. If the horse will not obey you, do not whip him. It is only because you have not expressed yourself to him. H ' Anthony DeLucia Grade V AT THE ZOO When I went to the zoo I saw a panda and a GIANT ELEPHANT named Fritz. The elephant was eating hay and the panda was on a ledge sleeping. - In the lion house I saw five lions in one cage. The lions were walking around and around. I saw a python, a cobra, and a water moccasin. I went to the monkey house. There were gorillas and proboscis monkeys and funny monkeys. 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COMPLIMENTS OF Alek Pattern Mutchplute Co. 139 WHALLEY AVENUE NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT ------- - ---- Q'- -------,-n------- --v-,, ----------- ------,-,---- 4, I Compliments of Photostats Art Supplies I 'P I 'P WM' SCHROEDER ff if ENTERPRISE BLUE PRINT 1 D General Store 'E 1 COMPANY P 3 Catherine Street I, : 88 Elm Sffeet- 1 S I L V E R S A N D S I: I: NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT Q Q K Manufacturer of VVOOD, STEEL AND ALUMINUM VENETIAN BLINDS 1 0 REPAIRINC1 , . REPAINTING 139 WHALLEY AVE. o RETAPING Telephone 6-4176 COMPLIMENTS OF PAY ESLAE Printers af Uris Publimfian we TELEPHONES 6-1131 and 6-1132 14 Grove Street New Haven, Conn. - ' ':::- -:::f1 -1 1 I 1 1' 1' I 1 1 3' 3+ EE Compliments of El 11 EQ? I 1 11 Qt I 1: I 1 THE BLOCK snop 1 I 15 1 1 11 1 I BEST NVISHES Q 1 1 11 1: :I 1 '11 1 1 1 1 1, HAMILTON CO., Inc. :I 1 1 :I ' :E :I I 58 Wall Street 1 11 . 11 11 1 NEW HAVEN CONNECTICUT 1: If if I1 11 1, 1 11 1 1, 1 1, 11 I II 1I 11 1I I I I ::- -:::J L:::: ::' ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::' '7 1 11 MUNSON GALLERY 11 Established 1860 1 I Pictures and Framing :I I 11 275 ORANGE STREET NEW HAVEN, CONN. I :: ----J V. F. McNElL 8: C0. INSURANCE 59 Center Street New Haven, Connecticut '7 11 11 11 11 11 I 11 1 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 J 4 vue- --A---- ----- AA-- - :r tr r tr 4 ' The Lcxtest cmd Best ELI Mo , . 4' ff ORE INC 5 in RECORDS 986 CHAPEL STREET :g 13 RADIQS . 4' SHEET MUSIC P . Added 'C HOUSE OF' HARMONY 'A r 4 l Toys cmd Iuvenile Furniture 34 Whltney Ave' Phone 7-1774 1 14 Elwood P. Russell Rob'tE. Russell P 4, 4 ::: J L ::: :::::::::::::::::::::- ,--------- ............. -v .... 4----,-- v, THE BUCKINGHAM, ROUTH CO. Plumbing, Heating 8. Sheet Metal Work 64 Grove Street New Haven, Connecticut COMPLIMEN TS OF A Maud COMPLIMENTS OF We cgfyfffl glam? 'Y' vv' 5:55-1 -::5::::5:55:v?55:5f5IJ: 4, 4 'r ll , I P ' 1: ff Agents for Raleigh and Schwinn 0 1' 11 1 Bicycles for Rent P P h - I' Telep one 8 0454 :I .I Chapel Street at Comer of York 176 Temple St. New Haven 1: 1 1129 Chapel Street tr r -ex l 4, -:,,,,,,,,,,,::,,,, -, M, CQUNTRY CLUB INC. 'LIQCJXJ 1235 WHITNEY AVENUE PHARMACY HAMDEN. CONN. -AAA-A-------AA A... -,,------AAA-A -A -- ---AA 1' 'P 'P 1 'I IP 'P 'P 1 P P 1 'P P 'P 'P 'P 1 'P 'P 41 L ------,------------- --,vvvvvvvvevvvvvv-0-----'.'04 RELIABLE EYESIGHT INFORMATION THE ' CO. GUILDCRAFT OPTICIANS 849 CHAPEL STREET NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT ,,,A'0,'.' ,',,Q,Q0,0 ' 'Q''00Q,-,-'.'4-,,.,-,-.pq-.Q-,Q00,0,40,4-',,.,4,4.'Q0' fx' A A A'::'::'4-::,,,4-::00:: ,,::,, ,Q,..,4-Q4-,4-QQ., .'f.'.','00QQ0 P 11 1 'I 1 I I I I I I I Q- v....v COUNTRY CLUB FLORIST Iohn C. Robinson In the Whitney Theatre Building A A A A A A A A - - -'QQQQQ A A:: A A A AQ' A::: ::::Q ' AAA'-- --0,0'--00Q----- -- ---v v I' in 'I Pu 'I 'P P 'P P 'P 'P 'P 'P 'P 'P in 'P ir IP PP IP 4+ IP 'P IP 'P 'P in 'P 'P in in :P 1 1 1 'P IP 'P 'P IP P P If A A A A A A A A :::Q40::::Q0::04-::::v:::::::0::::::QQ:::::::'4 '.' COMPLIMENTS OE THE Svphvmvrf 615155 ::::444:::::.'.'::,,,4-::: ::::,,:::.A ----4-----,,,------,------,------,--- COMPLIMENTS OF J. J. MCQLIIGGAN F L O R I S T S 127 CHURCH STREET NEW HAVEN Established 1924 PHONE 8-0357 l9IERlLUN'5 RAIDUCD SHG? Expert Radio Repairing 40 FOSTER STREET NEW HAVEN, CONN. H. PERLIN OPEN EVEN INGS 000q 00000 00000000000 000 000 0000000000004 BARKER TYPEWRITER SERVICE 21 Center Street 00 ' ' J: TEXT BOOKS AND I SCHOOL SUPPLIES I E -1 - H-I-N tnucATlouAL IUOKS. 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Q37 IIIXWELL AVENUE PHONE 6-5700 00000000000000000000000 I E I I E 0004 I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I I 'I 'I I I I I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I I I I 'I I 'I 'I I I I 'I 'I I 'I I I I I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I I I I I I I I 'I 'I 'I 'I I I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I 'I I 'I 'I 'I I 'I 'I 'I 'I J 000000000000000000000000000000 ------------ ---,--- Iohn Petrillo :::: ,-':::: 2: COUNTRY CLUB SHOE REPAIR SHOE REPAIRING EXPERTLY DONE 11 PUTNAM AVENUE WHITNEYVILLE, CONN.- GRACE B. IAMESON' Milliner ' O 9 Center Street Tel. 5-6456 New Haven, Conn. Sir COMPLIMENTS of the 9516514771071 Uh!! 'LX' n L ::::,:,:::: ::::5 V ir 'r 'r 'r 1 'r 'r in 'r in in 'r 'r 'r 'r 4, - vvvv .... 4 COMPLIMENTS of ' a Mr. and Mrs. E. V. Dowman r 'r 'r 'r r 'r r u r r 'r 'r in 'l 'r 'r r r r n r r r r r r in 'r I I 4+ 4+ 'I L+., f ,..v 1 Glen Glerrace Hurseries 1952 Whitney Avenue Hczmden l Flowers for All Occasions Telegraph Delivery Service Phone 2-2127 ,---- -:- :::, ........A... - ............ - - - fl Coal Oil and Wood Coke 1: 1: GIANT VALLEY FUELS CGMPLIMENTS Phgne 2 2255 to the Highest Quality Products 5 1, 3500 Whitney Avenue gfggg gf '47 It if Mt. Carmel, Conn. rv A: ::: . 4 Lingerie Blouses 5: 1, Robes Accessories , ESTHE'RLEVIN S, 938 Chapel Street Rooms 8-9 3: Telephone 6-8541 :::: ::::i i:::v ::- CONGRATULATIONS TO HAMDEN'S ABLE SENIORS You Are Cordially Invited to Visit the College Impartial Advisers Available Investigate Your Possibilities! THE JUNIOR COLLEGE OF COMMERCE A Variety: of Programs f Co---ed - Fully Accredited :::J'::: LARSON JUNIUR COLLliUli takes pleasure in announcing that by a special act of the General Assembly of the Staten of Connecticut it has been incorporated as a four year college to be known as LARSON COLLEGE and has been granted the power to confer the Bachelor of Arts degree for the completion of the four year curricula. The college Will continue to award the Associate in Arts ' degree for the completion of the two year junior college curricula. PoRTRAlTs by LGRING RISC-SLD L CD RI G T U D I 0 22 CHURCH STREET NEW HAVEN 'I 1, 'I 1, I' I' M I RRO RS ,I ,I V 'I 1: 'I 1, . . 1' I if NOW ns the Time- .1 1, , . ' 'I 1, 1, I To redecorote your room with C1 sporklinq mirror. COMPLIMENTS 'I 1, N t' h fl t o1ce ow your room re ec s :, OP A new beauty cmd briqhmess. If jr 'I 1, ' 'I . 1, - 1: :I FRIEND A Lorqe Selection to Choose :I . I 1 From Il 1' . I: :E ' if 'I 1 J. Goldberg 8. Sons I I I 1, I 523 State street Tel. 7-2241 Il if IC It ,, ,,,, ,:,,,,:,,,,:,,,, ,Hxj IL .....22rr..2..... ---- ::: AAA AA A A A A A A A A A A A A A A -::::::QQ0::: - A:::::44 ::- COMPLIMENTS OF U15 junio 611155 :::44,'::.p::::::,'::::::: A A::::::::::: A:::::::- A AAAA : CENTERVILLE LUMBER YARD Building -Materials I 2300 WHITNEY AVENUE Tele-phcsne 42-0084 COMPLIMEN TS CF A FRIEND .-:::::0::: 4' 44 4 4 44 4 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 4 4 4 4 44 4 4 4 44 4 4 4 4 44 4 4 4 4 44 4 44 44 44 44 44 4, if COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND if COMPLIMENTS THE MILL END SHOP SAMUEL H. KIRBY 6 SONS. Inc. ' 4 Diamonds Watches Iewelry Silverware Giftwares 972 Chapel Street New Haven, Connecticut IeWe1ers For Over a Century 'P f:::- ::::: ::::: 4 44 44 44 I1 ua 4 5 .o 3 11 fe N cs z 0 4 N O it 51 N 5 3 1 B I 4, O K :ei 3 O 4 1: SU 9- -1 mm 5 I 44 p D ,.,1 W U CD 4 44 UD 53 4 4. Q :r 0 5 'u A 5 4 44 Q an O C: 4 1' Z 4.2. U w 9-. I 4 Z ' : G O . 1 A -1 Q? .1 91 , ff -1 1 , w S 2 . . 1 , 'e