Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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The cat was purported to be something of an ideal feline, in the presence of the male of the species, she vias deinure and quiet hut never without a certain degree oi sophistication. llfithin the coin- munity, the cat was known as a worker and seems even to have induced a group of clericalljv-minded kittens to learn to seal en- velopes with their hind paws while stapling with their forepaws, and to run errands for certain distinguished elder cats who had grown sleek and lazy and spent their days answering telephones and lapping saucers of milk in a lounge designed for the purpose. ln social circles the cat was sociable, in academic circles she was intellectual. lntimates of the cat, however, suspected her ot' dis- tinct schizophrenic tendencies. They, after all, had seen he 1' ca- 'rousing in the late hours of the night with certain toni cats in the alleys behind the theaters, When questioned about her suspicious activities, however, the cat only smiled elusively. She scented to integrate her many lives with the same graceful ease with which she walked and swayed her tail. A multitude ot' lives actually. CA cat has nine. J Freddi Cagan 1 'Q 175: X. K 0 x

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43' The ant was exceedingly industrious. She knew every morsel in the anthill and the number and place assigned to it. Every foray was under her indirect supervision. She chose which sorts of edibles were to have top priority, according to their size, weight, storageability and appetising appearance Cants aren't too particular as to tastej, and Where each was to be stored. When the Winter came, the rest of the colony was pleasantly sur- prised at the results of all their labor and Won- dered how it had all been accomplished. 'The in- dustrious ant smiled, and nibbled a bit of popcorn. Moral: Behind every anthill there is at least one ant. 36 Peninah Chilton

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Mary Lapidus P Q I i I held my hand out across the fence and the mare I had been admiring trotted lightly toward me. A chestnut mare, she was sleek and long-limbed, and I was surprised by the smoothness of her coat. She had a gentle manner, she stepped softly and deliberately with her long, flowing tail swishing from side to side as she went. She nuzzled my closed hand, sensing the sweetness it con- cealed, until, finally, I gave her the sugar. I knew by her confidence that I was not the first who had succumbed to her beauty.