Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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1 Pam Woodworth Once upon a time there Was a Very chattery chipmunk. Now, all chipmunks are noted for chattering, but this one was especially Voluble. Some of the other animals thought this must be due to die peculiar Way her coat had of turning from sober brown to a rather startling shade of red at unpredictable intervals. Others thought it due to the presence of a certain other chipmunlc. . .AnyWay, the chipmunk had a knack of making her chatter sound convincing. She soon had every animal in the area busily engaged in a game of nut gathering, Moral: Chattery will get you everywhere. 56

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The west wind crept up from the river valley, streaming through the cool dark forests. Overhead, the clouds moved along the upper reaches in confusion. They fell away, swirled, twisted in the eddying air currents. The wind rushed through a long low range of mountains, at times near the snowy peaks, at times in the flower-dotted stephills. lt searched, aching after contentment somewhere over the horizon. Descending from the heights, the wind circled a green hill. lt was a still, strong hill - almost a mountain in size but defi- nitely a hill in countenance. The west wind arched once toward the sun, then settled into the high meadows where the goatherds play their haunted pipes. Brita Light