Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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i Tim Medley Figuring that by decreasing the ratio of his height over weight by the length of his shadow in comparison with Boyle's theory of falling bodies, the thin, trim roadrunner knew he could easily double his speed and could do very well in the perennial road- runner cross-country championship race. After double-checking his results in his PDP-10, he concluded that his hypothesis was indeed correct and ideal for the upcom- ing competition. After donning his goggles, red-checked shirt and Adidas lightnings, he proceeded to start his trek toward the track. Once perplexed by an inability to give his best ef- fort to achieve, he closely examined his id and ego and announced to himself he would win. Yes, indeed. Moral: Roadrunners know the beaten trail. 14

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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

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There once was a singular monkey. He lived in the jungle among many others. Unfortunately, he was con- sidered rather peculiar by some of his fellows because he often jumped about wildly, creating disturbances com- pletely unworthy of dignified monkeys. He also had a ten- dency to slick back his fur and wear shiny black shoes. However, many of the monkey kingdom had an opportunity to change their opinion of him when, one day, a gorilla invaded their territory. Though the aforementioned mon- key was of no great size, he was known to be wiry. The small monkey leapt down from a branch over the invader's head, grabbed his knees and, though the struggle was tough, pinned the gorilla in only two - yes, two - minutes. Exhausted and overwhelmed, the con- quered gorilla crawled away, never to return. The monkeys gathered around their champion, amazed and admiring. But as they cheered him, he slipped away from the crowd to his favorite tree and began to compose a poem. Moral: When one lives I' Robert Salup near a hill, he is not like- ly to give oup. 4 1 mi, v i .-. ---- --- ------ - ----- '----1-i ---1'-Z' - T-