Miss Porters School - Yearbook (Farmington, CT)

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From that day until the day when he would join his honorable ancestors she would be in every lovely thing. She was everywhere. So the emperor's son comes every night to the garden of his ancestors. If he is quiet, will she come? He cannot be sure. Certainly there is a more melodious tinkle to the brook, and the peach blossoms drift with a sweeter fragrance. ls there someone under the pagoda with the emperor's son? The wise old proverbs will not tell us, for only the moon knows. SIBYL MEHAFFY Dream Caves Wliere the rush of the green water swishing by Makes a music the mermaids sing to, And the shadowy hull of a ship near-by Forms a place for the sea-grass to cling to, There are the caves where dreams are spun, And there are the spinners of dreams, Who weave their tales when day is done, And give birth to fantastic schemes. Where the mermaids twine pearls in their long green hair, And smile to themselves as they croon, And the silver-scaled fish dart here and there, In the weird golden light of the moon, This is where the gossamer tapestry's made VVith silver star thread and pale moonbeams, Dreams that with coming of dawn will fade, And grow dim with the sun's first gleams. The Sea King's palace of coral and pearl Is inlaid with precious stones, And around it the greenish-blue waters swirl As they lick at the sailors' bones. There are the caves where dreams are spun, And there are the spinners of dreams, Who weave their tales when day is done And give birth to fantastic schemes. ETHEL STRONG

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A Chinese Fantasy She was sitting beneath the shadowy, moonlit arms of the pagoda. Her black hair blew all about her, and a hint of jade was in her blue-green eyes. Her loveliness was as fair as the moonlight. The emperor's son had been walking around the palace, in sad medi- tation. Suddenly he saw her sitting there. She was the most beautiful maiden he had ever seen, and the slanting-eyed Lotus Maidens of his court were very beautiful. Her face was like the most enchanting melody which the court minstrel played on his lute. Her eyes held the sparkle of dewdrops on the lotus bud, so breathlessly fresh they were. The emperor's son approached this lovely phantom, walking softly on his heelless slippers. She was smiling. As he drew nearer he could see that her smile was like melted sunlight on the mountain Tai 'Chein, and frosted moonlight was her voice. Welcome, it said. In wonder and amazement the son of the old emperor answered, Who are you, lovely one ? Cadence of sound like the waterfall when she was speaking: I am-Beauty. I am the song of the nightingale and the soft velvet of night. I am the last glow of the sunset, and the glory of all China's romance-infused past. I am the first radiance of dawn. I am the luster of lacquer and the swaying of the young willow. I am the drifting fragrance of the peach blossom, and the mysterious shimmer of stars on still waters. I am the beauty of the Eastf, But, the emperor's son said, Why have I never seen you before? You have, the silver voice went on, and it was one with the whisper of the trees, many times- But I have never heard you voice before- Think, O son of the Holy One. Think of the winds which carry the poetry of Li-Po in their train, think of the far-off peal of the temple gong, and the gentle rain from Heaven. Have you never heard these? The emperor's son could not speak, for he was lost in awe of her unearthly loveliness. The cool breath of May was here in the garden, and all the flowers of China seemed to be gathered beneath the pagoda, so fragrant was the air. This untouchable maiden who had captured his heart seemed surrounded by light, as if magic gold had been woven into the black of an emperor's robe. He bowed before her. I love you, he pronounced humbly. Stay with me always. He touched her hand, and light as the fluttering lotus blossom it lay on his. I am always with you, Beauty said softly. Every night I am here in the garden- Her exquisite voice trailed into nothing, like the last haunting strains of a Chinese lullaby. The emperor's son was alone. The ancient moon was smiling and the trees were bending in the breeze. But the maiden was gone. There was a knowledge in the prince's heart which kept him from sadness.

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Smile for the Camera Of course, it all depends on what kind of photograph you want, and what type of person you are, but one of the most important photographs is the one you leave at home for your family to miss you by while you're away. This photo does for your friends, too, so it just has to be good, and anyway it's dreadful to give someone a photograph if it isn't really good, unless it's in a super-de-luxe frame, which it usually isn't. Now the question arises concerning the expression to assume for this photograph. That Limpid Look is always a good beginner because it gets you in the spirit of the thing, and you can do it marvelously in front of the camera! It is produced by slowly raising the eyelids, taking a deep breath, and looking beyond things , if you see what I mean. The What's- the-use-of-it-all? expression comes over your face, and That Limpid Look comes out quite convincingly. You can also try a slight 1-lolier-Than-Thou smile with the eyes and a pained expression. This one sometimes looks quite martyr-like and even a little Joan-of-Arc-ish. lf you try this one, be sure not to raise your head too much or the jaw shows and instead of the wilting-lily effect, you get a Mussolini type. One hand at the neck is good for this, too-unless your nails are too long, when it gives a clawing appearance. The Coy Cutie Type isn't used so much any more, and I think it isn't such a favorite with the family. They love That Limpid Look and simply won't accept anything else! Our Coy Cutie lowers her head, assumes a flirtatious smile and looks expressively out of the corner of her eye. This is good if that's the impression you want to make, but so few dol And you have to live up to it afterwards, whereas in That Limpid Look everyone knows you usually don't look that way. The Sophisticated Stare is wonderful fun. You can do this especially well if you have furs and a long neck, but don't give up hope if you haven't these qualifications, because it can be done in an evening dress or with that draped cloth that photographers use. It's good to get the shoulder into this one. You can either look over it, past it, just in front of it, or beyond ity but the face is the important thing. The first thing to do is raise the eyebrow. This gives a certain feeling to it. Then if you can suck in your cheeks so that they look hollow, it adds to the effect. If you can't do this don't try, because it sometimes comes out very queerly and makes your chin recede and your mouth pucker. Also it's very embarrassing if a whistle comes forth, as the photographer won't understand. Then look downward and think, Oh how ugly I , Oh how ugly l , Oh how ugly l , over and Over again. If you can shrink in your shoulder, it's good, but don't do it so much that you get a double chin. Families don't care for this kind. A hand with a ring or a cigarette is good, if you can hang the wrist very limply. The ring should be dark, mysterious and large. Dark nail polish is an asset here. Now here's one that the family will simply adore, but I certainly don't see why! It is the Girlie Girlie Grin , and it's just too natural to be real. By the time your sales resistance has been worn down to the point