Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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There was once a kangaroo with definite scientific tendencies. She lived alone in a biological house in an ecological niche, which was full of interesting specimens of many different species of ani- mals, plants and protists. As the only female scientist in the niche, she was respected by most of the animals who regarded her activities with ignorant admiration. Her house was a scientific phenomenon. The living room housed a Zoological menagerie. The kitchen cupboards and shelves served as a chemical storeroom. And in the bedroom grew a gar- den of microorganisms. She had a laboratory too and everything was organized in a confused sort of way. Often, an animal passing by the house would step into her bo- tanical garden and carefully make his way over to the laboratory window. Peering through the vines and over the bowl of protists on the windowsill, he might see the kangaroo intently examining the chlorophyll content of algae or scribbling structural formulas and equations on her blackboard. One day, as she was studying the catalyzing action of manganese dioxide, her house exploded. Everything was destroyed except herself and her Zoological me- nagerie but she took the accident very good -naturedly. Besides, it was a good excuse to move to another ecological niche and study new and different organisms. Moral: He who has a sense of humor survives. Margi Shaw

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5 uf The pheasant strutted out one fine au- tumn morning. lt was joined by some friends: three fieldniice and a quail or two. They spoke of cabbage and winter's approach and laughed at the pheasant, Who, typically, was dancing in the yellow leaves and singing a tuneless song, mocking itself. They strolled down a dusty path along the corn- field 3 the pheasant lagged behind, then took off into the woods to visit other old acquaint- ances. impatient with old tricks and stale jokes, it sought laughter in others' eyes. Moral: Pheasants pointing index fingers at their heads become wiser annually. 43 Ann Wiser

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Chris Reeve He was a Vagabond, huge and shaggiv, with places on his eoat where all the fur had worn off. The ehildren did not know it and wanted to keep hiin. He stayed for a few days. He wagged his great tail and ran with them and knocked them down, growling mock threats deep in his throat. They laughed and screamed and tried to ride hiin, hugging tightly to his neek. But when the slqu Changed its blue, the Vagabond was gone. He vias look- ing for something that was not here.