Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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

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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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v. X' Wi , , y I , kgnrfi , l 'v i 125,35 W K 'Sail' .H Q :miie 4 E. -N - .':'tits 'N 3. t , 3-si Margaret Meigs Once upon a time there was a grasshopper of the green Variety who lived in a mea-5 dow and was very dexterous in her hopping maneuvers. She hopped around the cows and did figure-eights around the bulls, who became dizzy trying to keep up with her. She was extremely fond of a purple harmonica that she had bought at a 16th Street Pier the years she had gone east. When she played it all the meadow creatures would gather around her in wonder and amazement. Many of the ants in the hills brought food to her meadow-ins for the banquet which always took place afterwards. The grasshopper would always store all that was left for the winter. You see, unlike the crickets who begged their way through the snowy season, this grasshopper was not only Versatile, figure-eighted, and purpled with harmonica strains, but she was self- sufficient. Moral: The beautiful way to be self-sufficient is to play the wind and let others bring things for you. 28