Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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The king of the tank was an extremely versatile guppy. I-Ie was Well-vers ed in ecological relationships, the art of schooling and fish-participation, and his particular aim was to make the fish think they had no glass Walls surrounding them. Consequent- ly, any fish who happened to bump into the Wall--perhaps as an early sign of revolt-- had to appear before a special committee where he would usually he assigned to help- ing clean out the filters. The guppy was also in charge of a special team that special- ized in ramming teams from other tanks. They never Won any of the games but the usual excuse Was that too fevv fish could never muddy the Waters enough to make it sufficiently difficult for the pursuit. He also supported the no-tuxes at feeding time and any length tails. He was especially happy with the female in charge of socials for the service of the tank and promoted her activities Whole-heartedly. All in all, the master guppy took good care of his community. Lew Bowers

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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

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Heidi Flemer It was the height of the honey -making season and the prosperous hive of the honeybees was overflowing with honey, wax and plump, well-fed bees. The Queen bee, in the midst of all the activity, buzzed in and out of the sticky cells, guiding the workers and rescuing those overly ambitious ones that sometimes slipped head- first into the thick, syrupy pools. The supply of honey steadily increased until the situation became seriously sticky. Little bees were being engulfed by the sweet brown glop. Workers sank into it as they tried to move from cell to cell. They could no longer find their individual compartments, and soon the queen bee declared the hive a honey disaster. But, unfazed by the situation, she calmly looked about and thought of the solution Gathering all the honeybees who could unstick themselves from the mess, she divid- ed them into groups and assigned each group to a neighboring hive that had not had so prosperous a year. And before long, the bees were again transporting honey, this time out of the hive, and the queen, pleased by the renewed activity, happily re- sumed her role as director of honey services. Her workers soon became known throughout the community as the S. S. fSocial Sectorj or, more familiarly, the B. U. Z. Z. fBusy Unit of Zig-zagging Zealotsj. Moral: When the cup runneth over, have faith in your leader. 13