Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Laurie Van johnson Victoria johnson 26 E i l r s 1 1 An oyster sat se- dately upon a quietly blue-gray rock gazing upward through amoe- boid rings of green and blue to a rippled sky. She was carefully con- sidering the smallest of the visible rings, think- ing that it was rather too green and if she had made it, she would have added a few subtle spots of blue to improve the balance of colors. Pre- sently, a sea horse, visibly excited, ap- proached the oyster rapidly but considerate- ly slowed his pace as he neared the rock. After a pause for recognition, he ventured, Excuse me, but we are all gathering now to cele- brate Father Blowfish's birthday. l-Ie is the old- est blowfish in the king- dom. It should be a love- ly party and I should be delighted if you would join in the festivities. The oyster, noting the sea horse's polite im- patience to depart, glanced off to the dis- tant area of the assem- bling fish and, after re- flecting upon the matter for a moment, replied appreciatively but de- cidedly, Thank you, but it is pleasant here. I have no wish to leave. ' And so the sea horse swam on as the oyster gazed upward through rippled rings to the green-blue sky. Moral: Time and tide wait for no one but that does not always matter. 1

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192 S . 'Q 'Kip' 'Qi Meg Brinster A lovely duck was visiting his friends the chickens in the barnyard. The hens were holding a heated discussion on the scandalous behavior of the old rooster. They were so deeply immersed in this important conversation that they took no notice of the open gate. Passing on his way to the local hunt, the fox cast a hungry eye toward the chatter- ing chickens and then proceeded to enter the barnyard for his feast. The duck, seeing disaster approaching, calmly tried to interrupt the chickens and warn them. The hens took no notice until the fox was upon them. They screeched and scattered fearfully in all directions, wailing, What shall we do? What shall we do? The duck, level-headed and without fear, took to the air and hovered above the snapping jaws of the fox. The chickens, meanwhile, found cover in their coop and continued to scream and wail while the duck valiantly led the fox out of the barnyard and back to his hunt. The hens marveled at the logic of this lovely duck and then returned to their endless chattering. Moral: Nothing astonishes hens so much as common sense and plain dealing. 25 vb I ,l -g-'Lg -,if-4.Q'QEg ' X143 - ,mfg L' . 7:5 3 'nie

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A group of eminent Harvard art historians encircled the straight ivoijx' statue ot' a Woman, set in sunlight in the center of a great domed hall. Obviously, it is the noblest product of the Graeco-Roman synthesis manifest in the first century A. D. Regard the unique chiseling technique employed in the eye structure. On the contrary, l date it to the Greek archaic period in the fifth century B. C. , by its astonishing resemblance to the Kare of the Acropolis. Gentlemen, this argument is obviously impossible, for you ignore that those two culture periods are quite distinct. The carving maintained repose, and a look of polite disbelief. The scholars shifted and argued and circled, until, furious, they burst out and dispersed. The carving looked after them, then removed and adjusted a pin in her hair. Then she stepped down, and Walked across the hall, and down to the gallery where she knew that those young ladies from Avignon were going to be holding the meeting of races. Moral: Some, after all, have better things to do. Louise Hutner ia Y Photo Credit f Laurie Vance lohnson 1111 .Ill 'A