Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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, said the nightingale. And she was grey, but the walls around her were roses. She took the roses off the walls, peeling the paper in circles of three inches and in rows of seven across. From all the world, the people came to watch the nightingale peel in rows of seven. They sat in every other chair and whispered. An owl came up to the nightingale. He was eating fiddle-faddle, and wearing funny glasses. Pardon, Madame, he said. May I inquire as to the nature of your venture? Why no, smiled the nightingale. And so the owl receded. A tufted tit-mouse scattered into the chamber. l think, he said, that you are a re- pressed sparrow caught up, threatened, stifled by an atavistic wallpaper rite. You shouldn't let roses tell you what to do. You should be out singing to the sun and the moon, you should learn to hear all that the trees say to the sky .... The nightingale looked at him and peeled without interruption. A man walked into the room and the birds all pretended that they were statues. My, said the man. This nightingale has the herringbone stripe. And evidently, he added, has nothing much to do. The nightingale got up and flew away. Moral: If the shoe fits, fly. Rebecca Bushnell 'GI mm r

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Once there was a Spider, and a very frustrated spider it was indeed lt was forever constructing elaborate webs, but always after careful picking and pulling of the web, a look of dissatisfaction would appear on the Spider's face, and it would utter a short cry of disbelief-- XG, the Web Wasn't quite Right. The Spider built a succession of webs, each of which the neighbors said was quite satisfactory. The Spider kept on. But, at about the 164th web, it began to ask itself-- Am I really the Spider, or the Fly? One day, a housemaid with large red hands came lazily dusting, and swiped at the 399 now existing webs of the Spider. The Spider shrieked, and clung to a single line. Then, miraculously, in that condition, it found that this was without doubt the perfect web. Indeed. Nou' you will find the Spider, hanging on a single line, happily devoting its life to sup- plying free toothbrushes to itinerant insects. Moral: Give an inch, to gain a mile. Linda McCandless l

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There once was a serious- minded Bruin. He lived in a house of hockey sticks just out- side a garden. Every night he would walk slowly through his garden, examining carefully each detail of every individual as he came to it. His only guide to the path he took through the garden was the North Star. And when he reached it he turned around and walked back toward his dwelling. Moral: Only you can prevent forest fires, especially in a garden. 1 4 I Deebs Young 11