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

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The lights began to dim, and I sat down, when the door behind me flew open, and with a grand flourish a glamorous red-haired woman dripping with sables entered. Could that be Loel Kaiser? Why, the last I'd heard of her, she had returned from two years of foreign service to marry one of the foremost peanut-butter kings in America. She sat next to me, and as the curtain went up, she opened her handbag, took out a peanut butter sandwich, and with a look of peaceful bliss in her eyes, began to eat. Suddenly the performance began. The first act featured a song and dance routine. The curly-haired singer looked familiar, but I didn't recognize him until he began dancing. Even though his tie was more subdued, one could immediately tell it was Ray Blakeslee. Loel murmured in my ear, Isn't the music he's dancing to wonderful? Victor Richer, his accompanist, composed that song. I hear that he's also doing work on the side-trying to invent a jet-propelled bicycle! The curtain descended, and two figures appeared on the stage. The smaller man, with impish eyes and a long gray beard, began to speak, Part of the money which helped to make this gymnasium possible was raised by raflling a Nash helicopter. My partner and I have been selling Nash helicopters for nigh onto fifteen years. My worthy associate, Mr. Robert Davidson, will announce the lucky winner of the new 1979 Nash helicopter. Thank you, Mr. Furbish. The winning number is forty-nine. Will the owner of the ticket step right up? A man in the back row arose, gave his mustache a final curl, picked up his gold-headed cane and walked up to the stage. Your name, sir? Thomas Patrick Roche. Tell us a little about yourself. I was graduated from Hamden Hall thirty years ago. I spent two years at Harvard, and then transferred to Princeton. I did part of my graduate work at Yale and the rest at Cornell. What is your present occupation? I honestly haven't decided just what vocation to go into as yet. I might teach, but Tantae molir emi Romanam condere gentemf' I am sure whatever you do you'll be able to use this world-famous Nash helicopter. just as Tom walked off the stage I heard a strange murmur behind me and turning around I noticed a group of three in a heated discussion. My curiosity got the best of me and I walked towards them - Dr. Schaeffer, do you think your new discovery - that square vitamin pills are much more effective than round ones - will change the Whole field of medicine? - Beverly, I really think it will revolutionize the world. A voice that sounded very much like Lois Hall's said, These will be a remarkable help for my medical work in China. The ceremonies ended all too soon, but before taking leave of all my old friends, I went to congratulate Joyce and found her reading a telegram. Hi, Sue! I just received this telegram from Helmuth Krause and Ruth Kettler. Ruth is teaching at the University of Heidelberg and Helmuth is experimenting with an electrically charged strato-bus to the moon. As I left the gymnasium I couldn't help thinking what a wonderful day it had been. I boarded my helicopter and once again began typing - Read all about the Hamden Hall dedication ceremonies in the Wagner Ihily News. twenly-five

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CLASS PROPHECY -1949 Rushing out of my plush-covered office, and into my waiting helicopter, I ordered my pilot to drive me to 1108 Whitney Avenue. It was hard work being editor of the Wagner Daily News, but this was one job I didn't want to miss, a write-up of the dedica- tion of the new Hamden Hall gymnasium. My society editor needed the day off anyway, and it was going to seem good to be writing for Hamden Hall after thirty years. As the helicopter landed on the roof of the school's main building, I could see the glorious mass of architecture nearby. I noticed two important-looking men, both tall, one with graying hair, who were carefully polishing an already spotless piece of marble. I immediately knew that they were the proud engineers of the beautiful masterpiece- my old friends, jim Cave, and jack Cronan. Upon entering the ofhce I heard a pleasant voice speaking to someone on the tele- phone. Yes, this is Miss Nichols. I've been waiting for that order of soft lead pencils for two months. I've used up my last gross. Will it be possible to get some with erasers? Thank you, good-by. After a few moments of pleasant reminiscences, Sally and I walked over to the gymnasium, where the stage show and dedication services were to be held. As we arrived at the door, we heard a sudden ear-piercing scream, and as we rushed in we saw a slight, dark-haired woman suddenly pick up a knife, and with another shriek, stab herself, and fall to the floor. I gasped in horror and rushed to the stage, when the corpse suddenly arose from the dead and shouted to a would-be actress, That's the way the scene should be done, and that's the way I want it! Scream, don't yap! I should have known no one else could scream like Joyce Slater, but this time she was directing the Hamden Hall Dramatic Club. She looked very busy, and I decided to speak to her after the performance. The auditorium began to lill up, and I noticed a distinguished lady with glasses seating herself. She kept peering at the people around her and shaking her head sadly. Why, it's Evelyn Rademacher! Dr. Rademacher, B.S., M.A., Ph.D., D.D.S., Sally replied, one of the most eminent psychiatrists of New Haven, Connecticut. As I started towards her, I noticed an attractive woman bounding across the aisle calling, Dr. Rademacher, Dr. Rademacher! Why, Margie Wilkes, how are you? I haven't seen you since that session in my office about three years ago. Oh, Evelyn, I have a terrible problem! Could I have an appointment with you? It's about my son. I don't know what to do! The boy exaggeratesln Well, bring him down to my office next week and I'll speak with him. twenty-four

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German Students Heinrich-Otto Eichmann, Wilfried Mehring, Ruth Kettler, Anneliese Kluthki, Martin Giinnel, Helmuth Krause. Among the various experiences of our life at Hamden Hall the arrival of our six friends from Germany was one that we will always remember with pleasure. At the news of their coming we were surprised, delighted, and somewhat anxious as to whether we would be able to make them feel at home with us. Then finally, in October, Anneliese, Helmuth, and Heino arrived, and by the time our first excitement died down, they had become a definite part of us. We were delighted by Annelieses vivacious spirit, Helmutlrs acquiring of American slang, and Heino's great love for ice-creamg and when Ruth came, the day after Christmas vacation, her quiet charm won us completely. The Tempest was in full swing when Wilfried appeared, and he must have been amazed by our state of excitement at that time. Willy has kept us smiling ever since with his unusual sense of humor. Now Martin has finally come, just in time for the baseball season. ls it possible that the first of our friends arrived only six months ago? They have become so familiar and important to us that we do not like to think of their departure. We wish that they could stay longer, and we hope that in the short time they have been here, they have gained as much of the spirit of comradeship and joy from us as we have from them. We feel there is no better way to promote peace and understanding among the peoples of the world than by this kind of exchange. Of all the ways we might bid them farewell, theirs is the word we fervently wish- Auf wiedersehen! twenty-Jix