Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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One morning a greyish-white dove came to rest in the castle courtyard. She cooed softly but all the other birds were still asleep, so instead she flew up to one of the gargoyles and engaged it in a conversation. At first he was shy and difficult but soon he was spewing forth all sorts of marvelous stories about queens and kings, knights and magicians. The dove was enthralled listening and began imagining and wondering about all that he had seen. Suddenly, though, he stopped. What's wrong? she asked. lt's. . . it's raining, he sputtered. The dove smiled, promised to return and flew off to find a tree that was dry. She slept in an oak and dreamt of flying gargoyles. When she awoke the rain had stopped, so she stretched lusciously, preened her feathers and flew back to the roof and the gargoyle. He was still spouting water through his mouth but he blew seven water rings for her when he saw her coming. The dove trilled delightedly and knew she was happy- Anne Kolsrud Dfw' 2' 'K fhwbsp ,N -wuq 53 5 uit

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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

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,ww Grace Taylor The Doe and the Squirrel were promenading in a forest green, gray and brown. The Squirrel was stumbling excitedly over logs and branches, demanding all the par ticulars of the Doe's existence: Oh My-Do you play tennis? Who is your mother? Do you like elephants? The Doe pushed large piles of leaves with her foreleg, distractedlyg but she was vaguely gracious in her replies: Only on Tuesdays. john the Baptist. Only on Tuesdays. When they approached a certain small enclosed glade, the Doe halted. This is as far as I go, she said. The Squirrel contorted in a frenzy of obsequiousness. Oh. Lovely. . .l-low Charming! Oh! Please, let me see. . .Oh!. . Cas the Squirrel approached the glade, seeing within bright swirling colors and geometric shapesj, No, said the Doe. This is mine. And she swiftly disappeared, leaving the Squirrel behind stunned, and quite lost. Moral: Without Graceful and Gracious, we too are gray and brown.