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

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AN EXCITING WHALING VOYAGE I had gone to the library to look up some information on whaling. I sat by myself at a small table on which there was a vase of flowers. I admired them for a while and then went to work looking up the information which I needed for my composition. I read many short stories of great whaling voyages, some fiction and some non-fiction, every once in a while jotting down something which I thought might be helpful in writing my composition. I put down one book and was about to start another, when I noticed a pic- ture which I hadn't seen before. It was a picture of an old whaling ship. Men were bustling about on the decks, and others were loading supplies aboard. Suddenly I found myself in the midst of them helping to load the food. The boat was bound for Greenland on an eight-month voyage, and evidently I was going with it. Only thirty days out of Boston Harbor we sighted a whale. He was a very large one, about forty-seven feet long. It was a very rough day, but still a few of us went out in one of the dories to capture him. A large wave hit us broadside and the small boat capsized. We were out of hearing and of sight of the ship, so our yelling was of no use. I don't know what happened to the others, but I swam for all I was worth. The water was very cold, the seaweed nearly blinded me it was so thick, and little chips of ice cut at my face, hands, and arms as I tried to swim against the strong current. Suddenly I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I had horrid visions of a polar bear waiting to grab me when I looked around. I swam faster. Again the polar bear tapped me on my shoulder. Wake up, he said. That startled me. I looked around and the polar bear slowly took the form of the librarian. Mary Anne Lincoln Form I A PRAYER Dear Lord, accept our humble thanks, we pray, For all the gifts of beauty and love Which, through Thy loving care, were ours today. For all the peaceful blessings from above- The pure, undying beauty of each tree, The simple, fragrant fairness of a flower, The sweet melodious murmurs of the sea- For these we give Thee humble thanks this hour. And yet all is not beautiful, I know- We hope and pray that Thou our lives will bless. So may Thou be our guide forevermore, And lead us safe at last to Slumber's shore. Freeman Sleeper Form V This poem has been included in the anthology of the National High School Poetry Association. sixty

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popular vote must be put through, whether Europe wants to be governed by an inter- European government or not. Desire of uniform currency and military force must be de- termined in the same way. If these decisions have been successful, the structure of the new government can be outlined. The convention of representatives of each nation ought to write up the conditions under which the U. S. E. is to be formed and present it to popular vote. Wisdom ought to be applied and divine guidance sought in writing up the basic statements for the new government that directs both big and small countries justly and in accordance with the unwritten laws of humanity. This government ought to be superior to a government of each individual state, in order to have compensation in the different conditions to which each country is subject. In this way the state governments can adjust, perhaps by amendments, the laws of the U. S. E. to their own sense of justice. The United States of America, I think, gives a very good example and pattern for doing this in a wise way. The division of power has proved in history to be the best foundation for a demo- cratic form of government, and many countries have made this system their own. It seems to me as if this is the most capable style of governing a united Europe in a democratic way. To make Europe an absolute democracy would be too circumstantial, causing too many diificulties in administration, but a republic, I think, would be effective. The executive power ought to be in the hands of a head of each individual state, so each one has an authority of its own while at the same time being a member of the U. S. E. government. Legislature must be formed by an inter-European committee consisting of equal- numbered representation from each state. In order to avoid one-sidedness in making decisions, I would recognize representation of political parties, this is one point where several nations meet, so the national discrepancies are not so big. judicial power must consist of an inter-European court, too. One judge from each state with one or two assistants would decide and watch over laws and any state affairs whether they are in accord with the government plan when brought to the attention of the court. What we can do for this future project is to break down the limitations of nation- alities and make friends with the young folks of other countries. Only in that way prejudice can be abolished. I.et's prove that we have learned something from past history. For centuries people have been the tools of imperialists, never deciding themselves what is going to happen with them. Everybody has his own mind to think for himself, which can be applied to a government that expresses his thoughts. Nationalistic pride will be abolished as soon as the desire for a United States of Europe is forwarded by the people living on that con- tinent. Then they may reach hands across the boundaries and devote their hearts to a UNITED STATES OF EUROPE. Helmuth Krause Form VI fifty-nine

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THE LITTLE FAWN The little fawn lay down in the hollow and watched his mother bend her head to drink from a clear mountain pool. The moon came out from under a cloud and lighted the scene. A little way above the pool water cascaded through the ravine, turning a foamy, frothy white as it plunged down from the rocks above. There was a little basin a short way from there, where the current wasn't so strong. It was there that all the animals of the forest came to drink and rest. It mattered not that some were enemies, for here no animal hurt another. This unchallenged law had been passed down from one generation to the next. This place was the home of all the woodland creatures, and no man had ever seen it. The fawn lay down quietly and slept a happy, dreamless sleep. The next morning he woke at dawn and rose to greet the great red ball rising from the east. The mist curled slowly upward, and the light shown on his young face. joy Hlled him, and he kicked up his dainty feet and ran through the forest, the doe following. After a while hunger stopped them, and they ate and rested. Soon they would be at the meadow where he would play with the other fawns. There were two playing when he joined them. They chased each other around till they were tired and then waded in the brook running through the meadow. At noon the does took the young ones and left. Before they had gone far, a shot sounded. Terrifxed, the young fawn ran as fast as he could. He turned to look at his mother, but she wasn't there. What was the matter? Where was she? She had never left him before. Confusion filled him. Slowly he turned and walked back to where he had last seen her. There lay his mother. She was bleeding. He ran to her and licked her face. Still she didn't move. The fawn turned away, helpless and bewildered. As he turned, he saw a human being. He ran, terrified, from the place. That night he lay down, hungry, afraid, and tired, at the base of a sheltering pine. He lay awake half of the night, until at last the wind in the pine's branches lulled him to sleep. The next morning he woke, hungrier and more afraid than before. He wandered toward the ravine and pool. He passed under a pine, the home of a friendly gray squirrel who asked him what the trouble was, but the fawn gave no answer. He waded far into the pool, drinking as he went. By mid-morning he knew where he was going. He must go back to where he had last seen his mother. He walked slowly toward the spot, but his mother wasn't there. He went on to the meadow but found no comfort there. He turned to leave but a boy stood in .tixty-one