Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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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.

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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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,fy all 5 X Erik Heggen Cool jumpin' jack Rabbit rolled over a woody log in de deep ol' de forest. Seein' good old crazy cagey cocker-spaniel Carson, cool jumpin' jack jumped dovxn on his tail with a Hi, Aw, AW! Crazy Carson gave a start and, rollin' up his cheek, said Thay, you thilly thavage. After doing a couple of toe-steps around -iumpin' jack, he rolled all the way over on his back, giving a Das all, fokes. While in such a posi- tion, pretending to be asleep, cool Rabbit poured pine sap in his ear which strangled his mind and sent him down home for a spell. He died that night by the light of the sil very moon and the campfire jack had built for him to roast in. But, as the carcass dripped and browned, Carson's milk-white soul emerged, giving off the most God- damning din. It turned toward jack, eyes blazing, arms outstretching, his mouth mov ing, his breath uttering, Well, here I is again! 39 'E --'t ' www -:f? fi' N