Miss Halls School - Hallmark Yearbook (Pittsfield, MA)

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Page 3 THE To The nafural beaufy of rhe Berkshires in all lhe changing seasons a consfanf source of pleasure and inspirafion ro us in our school life, we declica+e HALLMARK of 1955

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FELT ALONG THE HEART ln The aufumn The purple of The Berkshires Turns info The misTy. mulTi-colored Tones of a MoneT painTing. and everyone is again asTonished aT The beauTy of The hillsides. Brighf color runs rioT over The mounTains. - ambers. russefs, and scarlefs. in- Terspersed wiTh The deep green of old pines and The silver of slender birches. . From Canadian wild geese flying soufh in Their V formafion comes a fainT. mournful honk. A lonely sound. iT is unlike anyfhing else. yef is characTerisTic of a Berkshire auTumn. Or. on a rainy day. sleek. black branches silhoueTTe Themselves againsf The rich colors of weT foliage. while raindrops knock dead leaves. one by one. To The ground where They lie lookinglike a slippery Orienfal carpef. The woods and fields are alive wiTh sofT. brighT-eyed liTTle field mice who somefimes burrow in The grassy fields near Flagpole Hill. Here and There The Trunk of a Tree serves as a boundary line for Two regions of color: on one side. from boTTom To Top. The leaves are brighT scarleT. while on The oTher side. They remain green. AfTer The Tree-Tops are bare. one can see near The railroad Tracks The crows whose idle rackeT. sTarTing aT dawn. awakens every sleeping Thing for miles around. Finally The deceiving heaT of an Indian sum- mer disappears and winTer seTs in. The sky. wiTh occasional small gray and whife clouds near The horizon. always seems bluer on a clear winTer day. The cold air ouTlines everyThing sharply: The edge of snow-laced Greylock viewed from The golf-course ski run. designs of minuTe snow- flakes. even The face of a brighf full moon are all crisply clear. Near The Tennis courTs The dampness of The earTh freezes To form jewel-like crysTals. Sheefs of These com- plex crysfals. when held againsf The lighT of The weak winTer sun. look like uncolored sfained-glass windows. The black ice of The newly frozen pond. cuT in whiTe lines by our skafe blades. offers an infriguing design of curlicues. WinTer days are com- forfingly sTill. On The fronT lawn even The sound of a liTTle avalanche of snow falling from The branch of a dark hemlock is a quieT sound. Somefimes in The laTe affernoon There is The whispering silence of a winTer snowfall. and. as The sun goes down. iTs slanfed rays accenTuaTe The delicafe hues of falling flakes. Long shadows on The snow- covered campus are purple. like The genTle. surrounding mounfains. Black. scudding clouds edged wiTh silver race excifingly across The nighT skies. and snow Turns blue in The moonlighT. as if reflecTing The sky of dayTime. SomeTimes whiTe owls. from The woods near Dr. Reynold's house. roosT on The Trees or The roof of The school and haunT The nighf wiTh unearfhly and mournful sounds. As The days grow longer. and The nighTs shorTer. everyThing becomes delicafe. even misTy. in The approaching warmness. Spring is The greenhouse of The seasons. lT is mild To The Touch. To The sighT. To The smell. There is The sofT. waxy feeling of lilac leaves which have iusT blossomed, buf which have noT yeT Turned from gold To green. ln The Pringles' yard The evening grosbeaks whisfle cheerful songs and hunT for sunflower seeds. Even The crows sTarT Their early morning anTics ouT in The fields again. ln The woods near The driveway The bloodroof and violeT poke up from under pro- Tecfing leaves. looking pale in The spring sunlighf. The brook, which was quief under iTs ice in The winTer. splashes and Trickles aT The pond ouTleT during The Thaw. Toward The end of spring. sawdusf in The Track piTs and grass on The baseball diamonds smell sweeTly of heaf. Nafure is beauTy wiThouT a price Tag. An insecT-chewed aufumn leaf is no less arTisTic Than a silver filigree braceleT. A lilac blossom is more fragranf Than a boTTle of Chanel perfume. And a cloud is sofTer. finer. Tilmier Than The besT chiffon. Here on our campus. in all The seasons. is naTural beauTy Thaf is free To be enjoyed by everyone. FelT in The blood. and Telf along The hearT. iT can comforf us in Times of Trouble and make us happier in our cheerful moods. BuT how many of us really Take The Time To noTice? D. W. Page 4 '55-.A