Miss Fines School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Out After that day Louie was never on the same footing r-.rth the rest of the gang Somehow they seemed to avord hrm to tlrrnk of hrm rn the same prtyrng rw ay they thought of all the krds who weren t members untrl soon he too xt as completely excluded and be came instead of the leader a mere watcher It was funny how quickly rt had all happened not a gradual slots cooling but a quick break all centering around that one rncrdent the death of the Do Mhen thex heard the Grinding of the t uck brakes all Elle -rrng came running out to see mrat hr r rrened 1 rl s ust one oi the banaoe 1 e r r 4 Te rx t ienr be something interesting lor tr nrornent ek etx one looked doxxn rn silence at the brown and white spotted thing that lay limp rn the street Then Dannx for'7 There s no use writing all dav Just looking at a dead mutt Come on lets go Ex eryone turned to leave but suddenly Danny caught sight of Louie who standing a lrttle apart from the rest was strll lookrng at the dead animal While he looked Loure thought hov. thc Sanapellrs dog had always run out to lrck hrs hand when he sau hrm and he saw with vrvrd clearness the trre mark where the baker s delrx erv truck had run over its back Hey Louie didn t ya hear me'P he re going nom lf ue hurrx we can still Brit something rn loure s expression stopped hrm rn nrrd sentence lhen he s rrd rn an rrrcredulous tone llet felloks look at 1.0llle lle s I think he s crxrng' The rest of the gang stopped rn their tracks Sloxslx ther X heeled around and it rlkeo up to Louie Gee he s crying over the Sanapellrs ol pooch Look at that Louie can l get ya a hankerchref'P a sneerrng vorcc came from the back of the group Louie what s Nong? Xxhy xa crying Loure hunh'P Danny had been standing looking from Louie to the Dog Finally light damned on hrs face I know what rt rs guys he said rn clrrldrsh wonderment lorrre s a cry baby that s rrhat rt rs The head of our gang s a cry babx' There was a gasp from the rest of the group then s on lov murr rut of assent eure 1 .re ner ine xo ernre again lrorn the back or ure eroxse. elthers took up the sing song chant until rt seemed that the xthole street echoed x ith the sound of the shrrll Lourc s a cry baby Loure s a cry babv The gang moved closer and closer around hrm untrl he felt that there rw ere hundreds of boys a pressing rn on hrm and all chanting that same phrase He wanted to stop crying to tell them that they were all wrong and that he drdn t care a brt about the Dog But he could feel the tears rolling down hrs face Nov. they it ere crowding around hrm even more around hrm and the Dog Suddenly he could bear rt no longer He took a deep breath and kreked the Dog as hard as he could Ihate rt he heard himself screaming onlv somehow rt didn t seein lrke hrs worce but lrke one he had never heard before thrs l hate the dopey dog and l hate everything' Then he blrndlx lunged fighting and krckrng untrl he has somehow out of forming rn awed circle a ound hrnr Ther stood and the crowd and rn an open space He rushed across the r Jro er r e s s rio rr ho . . .. . V- U , . . . , V. .. . , . . V - ,. - . V - , , A - . , - . V . . U V . VV . V . . ,, V ,. .H, V- , V . . V -' s s 1 , s ' ' K- 'Q ' 1- r 4 O ' .' ' xdlarr' H. M-JV' 'ff r 2 Iflls' :r.l ' ' I . A . ol' loss be :xv :un Wei, I rr V' sal. I if. ght it'.. ' r r'rr:b1.bx' that san 5 --r b ' ree . . O' r,',V' : . , .-.Jr . ei . ' -. f- , r- , 3 Y I ' m m Y 1 - 1 ' , A I 5 shrugged his shoulders. Well, what are we waiting twelve-year-old voices. V. V . . . . .. . . - - . V .. . . , - . 3 U ll y Y I f V 1 ' ' 1 V ' - 11 , , , x ' . ' Y ' ' -- V V . , . V . , . s ' s ' ' 1 ' r y r ' ' V . VV V VV 0 . . I ' ' r f fr ' u ' ' ' - s s s ' ' ' -- ' ' r r - f' ' I ' r r s V ' . --, , s s r ' ' ' s s ' ' v ' r - ' ee , ,V , , V' r I- ,lv V- r . s L 'Q - ' Y ' sr ' ' ' ' V ' s ' V -V ' y I k - . ' s - I ' I V, 5 v f ' ks. 1 rr - s zrtclred 'l'?1e'n 'll njxl lf' 'nto Q3 Em! 13-3,5 strc-et up the gtair. and 'rt i 's use 52

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1I'I1P1'CSS101'1S a glass bottle slrm as an rcrcle water clear and clean crystal cool and down the transparent throat she slrpped a pale drred stalk topped w1th a brrstltng head a spear of yellow wheat brown and brrttle but beautrful even rn LLS dessrcatron she placed the glass and the arrangement of wrnter flowers rn the sun and as she walked away the llght flashed across the cold surface but lrngered on the mtrlcate patterns of the fmger punts her warm touch had pressed a pale beach and the wrnd cold as the rushrng numb water whrppmg and chrll 51 of wmter down the hard stretch of mmter sand she walked wrth her bare hands almost full of drrpprng starfrsh thelr sptney arms curled sllghtly wrshmg towards the sea they d lost and some were crusted wrth tmy gem llke pebbles the wrnd whrpped at a broken stalk of grass and made rt trace clrcles rn the sand she paused to srt on a log rolled up by the t1 e the sun streamed down through the cracks brtghtenrng upon the delrcate gratmng ofthe wave washed wood rt glowed on the warmth of her harr and glanced across her smrle and the wrsps of vapour her deep breathtng made tn the chrll arr Knsuna Grondahl XII Third Prrze Upper School Poetry , ' 'Ci a stiff stem of queenanne's laceg the flower under the shelter of a weathered pier.

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Louie couldn't sleep that night. As he tossed in his bed he kept hearing that chant ringing in his ears over and over It seemed to come from every where from the bed from the closet from the win dow and from inside himself Finally a long time after midrught he got out of bed and silently slipped on hrs clothes He quietly groped his way down the stairs and out of the door Then as rf in a dream but with a determined look on his face he walked over to the gutter where lt lay just where he had kicked it that afternoon The street light shone down and by its rays the boy could see on the Dog s back right next to the tire mark of the baker s delivery truck fresher mark the imprint ofhrs own foot Slowly he prcked up the limp animal It felt cold and heavy Hrs feet made empty sounds on the srdewalk as he carried it up the quiet deserted street. when he got to the playground he carefully deposited it be- side the sandbox He stood looking at it for a moment in fascination But suddenly his manner changed he quickly raised his foot and kicked the dog again and again sobbing in short Jerky sobs as he did rt Then he ran over to the swing at the other end ofthe play ground which was as far as he could get from the Dog and sat there huddled up and numbly rocking back and forth until the dawn came Elise Bruml X First Prize Upper School Prose I ve Been Here Before Haven t You? I ve been here before You remember the place you ve been here and you too will return Once you came rushing stumbling down this little path tripping over roots blinded by your fury You flung yourself down here on the moss and cried in the indulgent self pity of childhood Finally you realized that your head ached your legs were cramped and the ugly red toadstool was staring at you Sprte fully you knocked off the top with a stick which had been Jabbing you tn the side and cried afresh with remorse Warm deliciously wet salty tears poured down your cheeks One rolled down to the t1p of your nose and you put out your tongue to taste it This is the sweetmelancholy of youth' You left this place then because you were sure of yourself and thou t it silly But I knew that you d come back The next time you came bouncing whistling down the path You stopped at the burblrng little brook threw a pebble into a shallow pool and counted the rings A mosquito landed on your long brown arm you dismissed it with one wave of the crisp cool white envelope your name in a neat rotmd hand on the front You ran quickly to this secret place It didn t take as long as last time Your legs were longer you were older You hurried to read the letter and then tore it into a millron tiny strips to furnish some grateful animal s nest You sat here a long long time thinking thoughts too beautiful even to be whispered Perhaps you w ere crying but you weren t sad You left again You don t think you ll come back but you will You ll come with your haggard face and cracked city shoes softly so as not to dis turb any half forgotten dream that may be lurking here like an undiscovered cobweb growing and sparkling in the moming dew Yes l ve been here before Haven t you? Judith Adams IX First Prize Upper School Prose 'H' 1 1 D . I f . . 1 - 1 1 , . . , I ' 1 1 , , . . . - 1 . , . 1 . , . ,a . 1 ! 3 o , . . . . - 1 1 1 1 , . . . 1 1 1 - - . . . . . , . , 1 1 , . . . . . V . . - . , 1 1 1 A 1 f D , . . . V , . . . . . . . . , . , 1 - 1 . . . I , - 1 1 , . , ' 1 1 '- - 1 gh - - 1 I 1 . . , . 1 1 1 1 . . . . 53