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

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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.

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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