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

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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

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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