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PENNY'S DIARY September Twenty-Fourth September 24th, with a few red leaves falling against the big! white front door. As we open the door we feel that familiar glow of expectation and then through the confusion of bewildered new girls and shrieking old ones we see the lake beyond the porch doors. The sight of it unchanged brings a feeling of home even more than the sudden avalanche of familiar faces and voices that bear down on us impatient with greetings. September Twenty-Ninth Despite a few random moments when we wish we were back in the middle of summer, the routine has us well in hand. Physical exams over, schedules straight- ened out, books acquired, and the first weekend past. Gilbert Lake was as gay as ever with its last fling of summer revel. The leaves wore their brightest flame as we walked around the lake chatting incessantly and dribbling eskimo pies in our wake. Coming home in the bus, hoarse from laughter and singing, tired inside and out, we saw through contented eyes the autumn hills wrapped in tattered rags of brown and gold, and dreamily watched the late afternoon shadows slip softly down the emerald hills. It was good to be back. 1 For some reason the choosing of the teams brings upon you a definite urge to slap everyone on the back and make as much noise as possible. Never do your team mates look more fellowly and never do the new girls forget their self- consciousness and smile with more assurance. Many friendships are begun on October Tenth It rained all night. Today the blackness of the tree trunks only brings out the quiet gold that seems to be in everything. Lake Street is hung with it, shut- ting off the sky. It Hutters glittering in the mellow sunlight and sifts across your footsteps with crispy whisperings. The lawn outside our window is adrift with it, and every sigh of the warm wind draws it in greater hoards from the clutching fingers of the tree. Today is a thing of vagrant crow calls and wet patchy sunligh ton the hills. Still that breathless warmth lies heavily in the breezeand into the blue, like a sudden frown on the brow of heaven, trample great thunderheads and down pours the rain, heavily, without aim, seemingly without purpose. Through the dripping woods comes the high harshness of crow calls. On our walk through the woods, we found in a moss-dulled weepy little nook a tree with leaves like transparent honey all fresh from the rain. We'll always remember that little tree because we could never find it again, and because suddenly, amid the darkness and wet silence of the forest, it reminded us of a Greek girl who fled from love and turned into a tree. Daphne rootbound that fled Apollo . October Nineteenth Strange how quickly the leaves go now. The tops of the trees in front of school are now bare. Their slim boughs rub together in the wind and creak pitifully. This afternoon we sprawled under an apple tree, and watched the wind trail across the lake making dark blue shadows of ruflied water skim along, seem- ing to melt into glass, in which trembled jacket flames of trees along the shore. VVe talked of school and averages and of each other, of England and fall clothes. The sun was wonderfully warm there in the grass under the apple tree and we were lotlt to come home to study hall. October -I-wemynrst The first Scribblers Club banquet, and it was lovely: We had a wonderful evening. Mrs. Houghton told us fascinating stories. October -1-wemyfifth that first Saturday night. This morning we were aghast to see the space between our window and the evergreen tree white with Hying snow. Snow we thought. The thought found voice and we called it out while people's voices contradicted and denied and finally yielded to the unmistakable truth, lt was actually snow and then while it whipped across the window blurring the evergreen, we knew our summer memories just didn't belong any more. Fall and its vibrant Hood of ripeness had faded. . Riding Club banquet. Madatne's humor is inimitable as always. Special Class, exemplifying the highest riding achievements at Knox, looked wonderful today. One of the pictures we'll take away with us is of Special Class with their heads up and a frosting of stock under their chins. Special Class with their yellow collars and their gleaming boots. Special, with all its special honor and distinction. October Twenty-Ninth The last of our Rose and White Hockey games played off today on a cold, hard field. The Roses won, making the season theirs by a victory of three out of three. Alby is a little show all by herself on the field .... Mady emerges from the infirmary tonight with her arm in a sling and a certain bone to pick with the bucking two-year-olds at the stables. t U This afternoon we heard someone counting the days from now until Thanks- giving and from Thanksgiving until Christmas, and we got a queer feeling that we must haveimissed half of this month. Certainly time doesn't go that fastl October Thirty-First This was a week of tension during which the K.A.A. wore their arm bands and put the sternest aspects of their duties squarely before us,. and in which we either made or unmade our averages. Came the Ghost party like an orange and black splash on a flat, dreary horizon. 82