Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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The spotted giraffe in the zoo was a collector of items. Because of her long neck she was especially fond of the highest and more obscure leaves on the tree which she swallowed in huge vol- umes. On account of her height the gi- raffe also encountered some of the more shooting breezes in existence but she was equally capable of creating some of her own. The giraffe always meticulously chewed whatever she came in contact with - leaves, volumes or shooting breezes - and digested it in such a manner that it could always be recalled. lt was widely acknowledged in both higher and lower circles that the gi- raffe's neck was well-developed for her age. The giraffe had recognized this herself and - accordingly - had several unusual stunts in her repertory. Une of the more spectacular ones was a head- stand - no small feat for a giraffe un- less, of course, it had a strong neck - which tested leaf strength. Standing on her head and kicking her heels, the gi- raffe would shake off all weakly bound leaves on the tree, which left only the proven ones on the branches to be eaten. Of course, she always lost a few good leaves, especially in the fall, but this was to be philosophically accepted as sad and true, but inevitable. The stunt, by the way, was most offensive to the ground's crew in charge of upkeep of the trees and leaves, but that too was inevitable. Bobby Miller 41

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Bob Peck The first of dawn's rays sped through the cave, ricocheted off one of the faded beer cans that decorated the failing Muntz , and hit the aging warthog dead in the face. Deeply disturbed by this untimely awakening, Charlie shot straight up out of bed for at least six feet, cursed spectacularly, and fell into the deep, soot-filled ashtray that nature had intended to be the cave's floor. Painfully he pulled himself from the pow- dery, gray rug and made the long, arduous trek of about ten yards to the brook by the mouth of the cave. He plunged his head into the freezing water and immediately snapped to his usual fuzzy state of awareness of the world around hun. Then he belched. lt was an uncommonly pleasing belch, the warm fumes of cheap tobacco soaked with third-rate beer, various late-eaten food smells, and even a faint whiff of . . . . . salami! Why, he hadn't had salami in over seventeen weeks! Boy, that was some belch, he thought, even for a master like me. He went back into the cave to throw out some of the older beer cans, find one of the newer butts off the floor, and dream of Madge. Yep, ole Madge sure did look good last night, he mused, all decked out in her good bowling jersey and dress hairnet with matching curlers. l'll haveta marry that broad one of these days. lf her parents ever ..... But Charlie was never subjected to this or any of the finer things that come to the average warthog with mounting years. He was shot on a rainy Tuesday in the spring by a near-sighted hunter with absolutely no sense of direction, who was in reality a re- tired meat packer from Camden. Donlt cry for ole Charlie, though, because he finally made the bigtime, for on the plaque that sports Charlie's countenance, this mortar- toting idiot inscribed: THE LION THE KING OF THE IUNGLE 16

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4, V, Q! ,i ,K My , y, , Y jack Kilgore The jung blakey-bird hopped from book to book. Jung, jung, he said, me blakey bird. He gathered with zest and inference a small wonder from large leaves. And the sky hung down, a pin-striped grey. He looked up at the sky. Bosch, he said, and carefully dragged the leaves, two by two, to a small cove under the Acid Rock. He lived there in fair splendor. Then one fine day he sat on his rock rumi- nating. He saw a worm squirming and wiggling and the worm could move in all directions. O wow, he said, the worm is God. He chewed the worm vehe- mently, he spat it out and got convulsions. Things happened rather fast and he finally flew away, across or through the tiny stripes. Moral: The bird in the sky is worth two on the hook. 18