Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Another inspiration had come to the boulder, which was constantly plagued by its organizational tendencies and creative spirit. And so it set off in search of fellow rocks. Coming upon a scattering of pebbles, the boulder announced, A wall. If We could just get together, l believe we might succeed with a Wall. But the pebbles only stared in disbelief, and the boulder, who was given to self-consciousness, collapsed in an embarrassed fit oi minor hysterics. The boulder made a half-hearted attempt to apologize for its unorthodox behavior, but on turning completely red, it shrugged and rolled off in search of other converts. The pebbles looked at one another and concluded that the boulder was undoubtedly insane. lt did have a point, however, and so they set off after it in a line, struggling to keep pace. Moral: An enthusiastic albeit mad rolling stone gathers considerable moss. Louise Sayen

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Une fois, il y avait une toute petite fille. . . And she was found many times, smiling and leaping on a fine day, or sometimes, pushing a little White hall around the hockey field, lightly and firmly. One particularly fine day, she was thoughtfully pushing this ball, and suddenly came to face a hefty defense of six, tunicked hoarding-school girls. Swiftly, ol' course, she moved over and under their bodies, and shot the hall into the goal. Mon Dieu! elle a sourig Comment ces jeux sont faits. The game finished and Won by this stroke, she wandered back down a path, split- ting light flowers from their stems, and laughing, because it was a private joke. Moral: On a des raisons, que personne ne connait point. Lindsey Hicks '1

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Being new to the re- gion, the Beaver stumbled quite accidentally onto a stream. Glad to be near a welcome place, the Beaver jumped into the stream and paddled around on her back for nearly an hour, spewing water and wishing she could make inoffensive waves and go surfing. I-Iowever, she decided that what was really worth having was not a surf- board, but a dam for the stream. Gathering togeth- er her organizational tend- i encies, she decided how it should be built. She now needed materials for it, which she went off to find. She wandered over by a patch of mushrooms in her search and thought she might study them for awhile. She came to the conclusion that they were of an edible nature. Suddenly she remembered that she had set out to build a dam and quickly went to search for sturdy logs. She came back with them and worked for several hours, patiently placing and securing them. After testing the dam to see if it met the BeaVer's architectural stan- dards, she smiled and turned to leave, remembering that there were mushrooms she had left behind she wanted to know more about. Moral: A job worth doing is worth doing well. 23 Liz Hamid