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

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of the freezing water, and continued through the cave, partly in, under, and out of the water, sometimes carrying our candles in our teeth, as we hung onto ledges with both hands. At last we arrived at the chimney, the only exit to the cave other than where we had entered. This vertical hole, the sides of which consist of rough lava, is a most disagreeable place to bare and goose pimply skin. We slid and fell in the dark, waving our feet about in mere air at times, until we reached the bottom, a room rather too small to hold five people. Through the water below us, we could see daylight, and diving down, swimming along for perhaps ten feet and then up, we arrived at the outside world, glad to be warm again, but not a little sorry to leave the cave behind. After body surfing at Hana beach, in the biggest waves I have ever seen, we were quite ready for dinner, and had japanese beef hekks at Clarence's Restaurant, the only one in town. The next day we also spent swimming, this time in a waterfall pool, which was swollen with recent rains. When we called Clarence to order dinner, we found that he had closed up and gone to the ball game. No Sunday dinner for us! The three hours home were driven in two, as we barely escaped falling over cliffs in our mad dash for home. The ice-box received first consideration as we arrived at 4: 30. Last week the japanese held a bon dance in the moonlight. The dancers wore kimonos, and danced around a platform covered with lanterns and flags. They were fascinating, with their beautiful, many-colored kimonos, and graceful motions. A We have also been to Luana, my grandmothers mountain houseg to Haleakala craterg to Makena beach, where the sharks play. We are learning the hula, my sister and I, playing ukuleles, and learning to like poi and lomi-lomi salmon. I hope you are enjoying this summer as much as I am. Aloha, Lois Hall Form VI Deep silence lay around me, As I stood in the breaking light. Dew laden grass, the Howers, And trees were unmoving, mute- And yet they spoke. They spoke Of God's great handiwork, Of Peace and joy- All undisturbed By any mortal thought or word. And then a bird awoke And burst the silence With a song. Sally Corbett Form IV ffty-Jeven

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Paia, Maui Territory of Hawaii Friday, July 30, 1948 Dear Miss Stewart, We are staying in Upper Paia, a small town surrounded by pineapple and cane fields, and situated in the front yard of Haleakala Mt., on the island of Maui. Maui has some- times been described as the place where upineapples grow in every field, but not one can be bought at the market. This is because they are sent directly to the cannery. Haleakala has one of the largest extinct craters in the world-a crater which is truly a rival in beauty to the Grand Canyon. Upon our arrival in Paia, we were initiated at a luau CHawaiian feastb. A pig was wrapped in broad ti leaves and baked underground on a bed of hot coals. After five or six hours the meat was uncovered, crisp, tawny, well-watched, not over-roasted, crackling- and devoured with relish. We also ate poi, sweet potato, raw fish in soya sauce, chicken, sushi Crice cakesj , what looked like whole crawfishes, taro leaves, seaweed, opihi Csnailsj , and coconut pudding, all of which was washed down with cokes. I can honestly say that I tried everything, although I am not very fond of seaweed and snails. The Hawaiians afterwards sang and danced, and taught us songs with words like these- Kuu lei awapuhi, mele mele, Opu ia mekeale, ona ona-- They are no longer a jumble of vowels to me, but a part of one of the wor1d's most beauti- ful languages. Now, after our first luau, we are almost full fledged kanakas, and not molohinis any longer. Two weeks ago we drove to Hana, on the rainy side of the island, and stayed for two days at a cottage near the ocean. In my opinion, there can be no more beautiful scenery in Hawaii than that found on the road to Hana. We saw waterfalls of all sizes and varieties, mango, kukui, breadfruit, bamboo, and koa trees, huge cliffs overhanging endless beaches, a valley that still shelters an ancient Hawaiian village, and a very hazy glimpse of the island of Hawaii, 35 miles to the south of Maui. The trip took more than three hours, since we stopped along the way for yellow ginger blossoms, mountain apples, rose apples, and African tulips. The road winds in and out of thirty-two gulches, each with a pattern of red and dark green mango trees, and very light green kukui trees that contrast with the mangoes. We stopped for a picnic lunch beside a small waterfall, and did not arrive at Wainapanapa Cave, in Hana, until after 3:00 P. M. This cave, the most fascinating and mysterious place that I have ever seen, consists of lava tubes partly filled with icy, fresh water, although the cave is very near the sea. We swam through the tubes with candles in our hands, my uncle Colin leading the way. In the first room there is a reddish rock-the bleeding rock, where a princess was killed by her disappointed lover. We climbed out on a ledge to recover from the first shock fifty-rix

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A PLAN I-'OR PEACE Only recently I have grown conscious of the political distress by which Europe is being consumed. People don't notice it there so much, because they are more or less used to it. But if one comes right out of the focus of events and stands by watching what is happening, he is overcome by heartfelt pity. This is part of my own experience. Six months ago -I came to the United States from Germany under the United States Students' Ex- change Program. Since I have been here, this subject has concerned me greatly. This topic has been dealt with by many prominent people in Europe as well as on other con- tinents, but it is really a problem concerning each individual of Europe. The past has proved that history has been made only by winning wars or losing them, in Europe as well as all over the world. How wonderful would it be for countries to have ambition for peace policies which really would distinguish them in all history books! To change history towards peace would make mankind more conscious of its own value. Since the Old World is outstanding in making wars, I am very desirous of seeing a peaceful Europe by means of union. The objection may be made that this is very dillicult, if not impossible, because there are so many natural discrepancies. This refers to the people as well as to geographical locations. To see these differences balanced up is my greatest desire, so that there are no longer wars in Europe. If man only could see that his greatest enemy is war itself and not another human being, the basis of a united Europe would be founded. It has come to public attention that there live a certain number of tribes in central Africa which have not had a war as long as their ancestors can tell. How is it? In those tribes the custom is still extant to sacrifice the chief before going into battle in order to glorify the god of war. For the sake of peace it might seem wise to adopt this custom in the northern hemisphere, too. But there is another way of developing a peace project. We, the people living in the twentieth century, claim to have civilization: let's prove that there can be peace without fearing to receive death when peace is broken. I would like the project started for a United States of Europe. For this purpose state authorities of all European countries ought to meet in Switzer- land, because this country is commonly reputed a neutral and trustworthy nation, and already three different languages are present. The U. S. E. must be established on the basis of compromise, and each country must be willing to make concessions, otherwise the entire project would collapse in the very beginning. A decision based on inter-European fifty-eigbl