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

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MONUMENTUM AERE PERENNIUS I have completed a monument more lasting than brass And loftier than the regal structure of the Pyramids, Which neither the corroding shower, nor the tempestuous north-wind, Or the countless succession of years and the flight of seasons shall be able to destroy I shall not wholly die! and a great part of me Shall escape Libitinag I, ever young, Shall grow in praises of posterity, As long as the priest shall climb the Capitol with the silent priestess. And where the violent Aufidus roars, and where Daunus, Barren in water, rules over a rustic population I. powerful from a low degree, shall be spoken of As having been the first to compose in Greek measures Latin verse, Melpomene, assume the pride acquired by thy merits, And favorably wreathe my locks with Delphian laurel. Translated from CHotace Odes, 3, 305 Joyce Slater Form VI IMMORTALIA NE SPERES The snows have fled, and once again returns the grass unto the plain, And to the trees come leaves- The earth renews her life, and freshets now diminished Flow peacefully between the banks. An unclad Grace dares to dance with her sister Nymphs twain, The year and the hour that steal away the happy day warn Not to hope for immortality. The cold is banished by the West Wind Spring will yield to summer, destined to perish as soon as Fruit-bearing Autumn shall pour forth its bounty, and presently Slow-footed winter will return. And yet the newly recurring moons regain their heavenly losses. When we have fallen where already have fallen Aeneas and the rich Tullus and Ancus, Who knows how many tomorrows the gods above will add To the sum of yesterdays? But all that you have given to your own soul will escape The hands of an avaricious heir. When once you have fallen, and Minos his august decrees has made. No, Torquatus, neither family, nor eloquence, nor righteousness shall bring you back. For Diana could not free the chaste Hippolytus from the shadows of the dead, Nor was Theseus strong enough to break away the Lethean bonds from his dear Pirithous. CHorace, Odes 14, 75 Thomas Roche Form VI forty-eighl

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Our impatience must have been quite apparent not only to Mother but to the rest of the crowd, because Mother gave us each ten cents to have a ride on the ,flying horses, tell- ing us to take one ride and come straight back. The coin in our hands, we pushed through the crowd, and I think Mother was probably a little embarrassed at the way we went about it. When we got out into the sun, there was once more excitement all about us, and we giggled with glee as we ran hand in hand toward the merry-go-round. Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. All it costs is ten tiny pennies for the ride you'll never forget. We stopped and gazed once more at the ferris wheel, and I guess we both thought of the same thing at the same time. What's the difference between a ferris wheel and a merry-go-round? The only thing is, one goes up and the other stays on the ground, I said, trying to make a reasonable excuse for what was in our minds. We paid the ticket man and climbed into the seat rather clumsily. As the wooden chair began to move, I began to feel less confident but, of course, I wouldn't show it. I was almost a half year older than Cousin joan. joan didn't say much of anything except, Do you think we should have? As the wheel turned, going higher and higher, and the chair began to rock back and forth, I began to feel very sorry for myself. Then Joan burst into sobs. Look down! she squealed. I did. I couldn't talk and I couldn't cry. I was too frightened to do or say anything. I just closed my eyes and hung on tight. By this time all the popcorn had spilled out of the box Joan had before been holding so carefully, and she was still sobbing. I'm sure I would have joined in if I hadn't been so frightened that I couldn't. Were we ever glad to feel the ground under our feet! Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. All it costs is ten tiny pennies for the ride of a life-time. With those truthful words ringing in our ears, we raced back to Mother. Have a good ride, children? u Ye-s, we said, half-heartedly. WeH, what will we do next? There are lots more things you can ride on, Mother said. We'd better not spend any more money, Mother, I replied. We'd just as soon watch everything. Mother gazed at me, quite puzzled at my words, and I guess to this day she still wonders. Mayril Fowler Form V forty-seven

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A FORTY-NINER Pa had gone to the court house to see what all the commotion was about and Ma was plenty worried because it was getting dark and he hadn't come home yet. All of a sudden the door burst open and there he stood. He was mighty excited, and there was a gleam in his eyes that hadn't been there before. California or bust, he shouted. After the noise which followed this announcement had quieted down, Pa told us that gold had been discovered at Sutter's Mill, and he was fixing to go out to California and try to find us a claim. We were all pretty surprised. Next day Pa went to the bank and drew out all his savings. Then he bought one of those covered wagons from Mr. Jones. In a couple of days, everything packed that we could carry, we started off to the West on the end of a long wagon train. My sisters, Jill and Mary, and I, were pretty much excited. We couldn't sit still for ten minutes. In and out the wagon and up and down the high seat we climbed, until Ma told us to stay put or we would go straight home. Camping out at night was scary' at hrst. We kept hearing strange noises. There was no room in the wagon for beds, so every night we made a shelter out under the trees and slept in it. Then we reached the desert. Seems as if everything went wrong then and there. There wasn't any water, and jill fell sick and nearly died. We passed many piles of furni- ture that folks had had to leave because they had made their wagons too heavy. We had to leave Ma's heavy pieces along the trail, too. Pa had to promise to buy new ones when we got out West, but I didn't think there would be any there. Occasionally we passed a small lonely grave or a heap of cattle bones. I was the only boy, thirteen, and I had a great deal of responsibility, especially the night when the Indians came. Pa handed me a rifle and told me to get busy shooting for we must defend the women and children who were huddled inside the circle of wagons. We fought for about three hours. Then the Indians gave up and rode away. We made the rest of the trip successfully. Pa staked his claim and having picked il good spot, he soon made enough money so that we could settle down and live comfortably for a while. We've got a small farm and I hope we shall live happily on it here in Cali- fornia as long as we live. When I grow up, I'm going to go prospecting for gold and live the great excitement all over again. Phyllis Beck Form I forty-nine