Hewitt School - Venturer Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Naturally, no one in my family loved me. I could tell. They used to sit and whisper . . . buzz buzz . . . Oh, you know she's just at that age . . . buzz buzzli' What age? I was five years old. Was that the age they meant? Well, I had enough of life, so one night, I decided that the best thing to do would be to leave home. Of course, I wouldn't go alone. Kilty,,' my green and yellow teddy bear would come with me. After all he was the only one who loved me. We had a wide range of places to choose from for our trip-California, to be a child movie star, Africa, to hunt lions, or down the street to play with Annie. Annie was my very, very bestest friend for that week. We CKilty and D decided that we should play with Annie, but, of course, being uninvited guests, we would supply our own food. So every night after din- ner, I would sneak a can or two of food up into my room and put it into my overnight bag, which was well hidden under the bed. F inally, the day arrived when the suitcase was completely filled and we were off! Well, maybe We wouldn't leave that day, ,cause I couldn't move the suitcase!! -Isabelle Mills It was early autumn. I walked through LeForet des Brebis. I scuffed aside the leaves in the path as I went. The air was brisk, the sky clear blue. Patches of yellow, red, and orange made exciting patterns. I became en- chanted in a land of enchantment. I struggled on top of a waterfall. Then I saw a wooden stile. I climbed up, flung my arms wide, and balanced myself along. A pile of leaves came closer, I jumped in. Mes amiesi' caught up, there were peals of laughter. Leaves were flying in all directions with me in the middle, delighted in myself and the world. -Flo Paine As we were packing our bags to leave for the airport from our hotel in Caracas, Mother said, Darling, please let me do all the talking, the.Custom's officials here are quite strict. We arrived in good time for the departure. The Custom official, before opening our luggage, demanded in a harsh voice, 'ave you declared every- thing you 'ave purchased 'ere?', Yes, Mother answered calmly. Mother!', I asserted in a shocked voice. You did not! What about those ivory handled riding crops? Mother blushed. The Custom,s official laughed. Go bord de plane. She keep you from breaking de law! -Kay Reed 26

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Thank goodness it was over, and I could ride home in the comfort of George's car. George was my sole confidant, and also my Grandmother's chauffeur. I used to sit cross-legged on the jump seat and tell him all my problems. A fourth-grader has comparatively few, but I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. Dancing class had been particularly horrible that Friday. George was always very encouraging. He would tell me how nice it was to be called Miss Anne, and that I would grow up to be a beauti- ful young lady. I used to love George. -Anne Seymour When I was ten, my father decided it was time I learned to play golf. The following day we arrived at the golf club and proceeded to the practice tee. After what seemed like an endless explanation of what I must and must not do, I eagerly grabbed the club, tee,d up the ball, and swung. Needless to say, I missed. Not to be discouraged, I tried again and again and again. After an exhausting hour with no success, I decided to make one last at- tempt. At that unfortunate moment, a man playing the eighteenth hole which cut diagonally across the practice tee, appeared about 100 yards away. Daddy, of course, saw him, but thinking that my last shot would be as all the others, did not warn me to wait until the man had played through. I again picked up the club and prepared to attack the ball. Attack the ball I did! By some ill fate I happened to connect. The ball soared through the air in a straight course toward the poor unsuspecting man. It hit him in the most awkward place. -Marcia McMartin Have you ever had the experience of living in an empty house for twenty-one days? Perhaps I shouldn,t say empty for my mother and sister were with me and we had three army cots, but I felt awed, intimidated, and insecure at first. When I turned from the window, after watching the moving-van leave with all our furniture, the room had assumed immense proportions and my footsteps which had never been audible with the rugs on the floor, resounded loudly. The ring of the telephone and doorbell were as terrifying as a fire alarm, but these alarms soon became comforting. Kind neighbors brought delicious meals to us and many games for my entertainment. Fear left me and I began to have confidence that all would turn out well and I even enjoyed the unique experience. My sister was fine now. Mother had discovered she had mumps when the van was loading the furniture. Tilda could not be moved and then we had to wait until the incubation period for me was over before we could move East. However, I didn't have the mumps until five years later! -Anna Faulkner 25

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At the age of twelve, I considered myself a pretty good swimmer. At least I wasn't afraid of anything having to do with swimming. We have a summer home down in Easthampton, Long Island, which is right on the ocean, and my summer days have always been spent jumping and diving the waves whether it was one of the roughest days of the year or the calmest. At that time, I was the only girl of my age who would go in the water at its roughest and not be afraid of it-until one day, that is. It was after a storm, and a no flag day which meant no bathing- a day when the ocean looked as if it might be a boiling pot of soup. In my worst bathing suit, straps well-anchored, along with two other daring souls, the lifeguard and an eighteen-year-old girl, I went down to the shoreline where the waves were breaking in all directions and the foam was filling the air, as if a cloud had just descended upon us. The three of us made a plan, deciding that the best method would be to make a chain by holding on to each other's wrists. We dived into a few of the incredible waves, still clinging to each other. Then the chain broke, and for the first time, I knew fear. -Barbara Ann Peddy Make-up and cosmetics interested me at a very early age. When I was about four years old, nothing fascinated me more than to watch my mother apply make-up on her face. I used to sit on the edge of her bed and watch every little detail of the process closely. One day when I was alone in my mother's room, I got a great urge to go into the vanity drawer and pull out her cosmetics and use them. First, I started off with a cream base all over the face. Then came the powder which was all over me. Upon finishing that, I decided I looked too pale so I applied quite a bit of rouge. Now it was time to put lipstick on and that was exactly what I did. The lipstick was all over my face but I thought I was looking quite pretty. When I was about finished with making up my face, both Daddy and Mommy walked in on me. I didnit know what to do. No one was to know what I was doing. Before they could say a word, I burst out in a very perturbed manner, Don't see mel -Barbara Wallander 27