Hewitt School - Venturer Yearbook (New York, NY)

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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

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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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It was Spring Vacation when I found out I could go to a day school in New York. This excited me to no end. Within the next few days we were making appointments to see different schools. The minute I en- tered the first school, I knew I didnit want to go there, but I still made a great attempt to be charming. The next day was Miss Hewitt's Classes. I walked in and talked to Mrs. Comfort, my head hanging down, while she was telling me all the wonderful things that went on during the school year. My mother was disgusted with me for hanging my head, but when I walked out of the school, I told her that i-t was the place for me. I took the test the next day, before I went back to boarding school. The next three weeks there was great tension as to whether I would get in. Well, I did, and here I am today, a senior. --Nance Boyd I was slouched in the farthest corner of Physics class chewing an eraser and staring out the window at the brick wall that surrounds the school courtyard. It all seemed horribly symbolic. And I hadn't done my homework. And I didn't know how to, any way. And the cold air currents were pushing the heat from the radiator up, up, up, so that my feet were freezing. If it weren't for physicists always coming up with discoveries like that I'd be nice and warm. I yawned. Come up to the desk to watch the experiment, girls. I looked around drowsily. Apparently Mrs. Gibson had been repeating that request for quite awhile, because everyone else was standing around the desk looking at me expectantly. Resigning myself, I slid off my chair and scuffed my loafers across the linoleum to the desk, where I immediately folded up into my perennial Monday-Morning Slouch. Through the fog I was able to distinguish my classmates' voices coming from far off in the distance. Louise was crying, Oh, let me try it! Bergie was reconstructing the whole experiment and theorizing on Somebody-Or- Other's Principle. Barbara was laughing in amazement Oh, yes . . . I see. But what is it? And Mrs. Gibson: No, no, girls! Pleaselv Class and classmates droned on and on. The only thing of which I was clearly aware was Mrs. Gibson dashing over to the sink every few moments to rinse off the apparatus. Strange she didn't turn the water on. Out of idle curiosity, I managed to lift one eye-lid to peer down into the sink. Nol It couldnit be. Not the first thing Monday morning. But . . . it was! The eye popped open. There, floating peacefully in the sink, were three fat frogs left over from biology class. I gulped in astonishment as Mrs. Gibson came 28