Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Hilary Martin Discriminating citizens of the aviary considered the canary a femme fatale, and several crows with reputations as voyeurs -affectionately known as bird watchers - lined up in front of the canary's cage every morning, eagerly awaiting her emergence. On this particular morning, the canary artistically applied purple eyeshadow to match her purple stockings and flew forth to meet the world. The canary was a social sort, popular throughout the ornithological realm, but she showed a distinct preference for a particular fellow fnot at all her type, mused the blue -crested floobyj, a bird of the species Cucuria Specklimus Ca freckled cuckool. With her colorful plumage, the ca- nary lent an exotic element to the otherwise humdrum community. The canary was by no means your average, run-of -the -mill, Woolworth's-pet -department songbirdg she had, instead, a rather persuasive giggle which the birds found infinitely more disarm ing. Years ago she had rejected the tropics in favor of the aviary-the bird world was pleased, for a bird on the best -dressed list is worth two in the bush? 60

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Pam Orr Once upon a time there was a lovely fawn - all graceful and gay - who enjoyed the meadow and the forest, playing gentle games with her animal friends. She was skillful at making things and es- pecially generous with her per- sonal property and shared what she had with the other animals. She did not seem at all upset, when, for example, one of the other animals, the flying squirrel, had an accident when he borrowed something of hers. Life among her friends in the forest was happy and carefree. From time to time the fawn would wander away from the area of the forest where she lived. As she was young, the other animals worried about her safety and feared the pos- sibility that she might become too sophisticated for them. However, the fawn would return, unharmed, unchangedg she remained generous and happy as before. The animals then said to each other, We were foolish. We were wrong. Let's let her know. Let's let her know tonight. Moral: It's cheaper to tell a fawn after six p. m. 59

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The smallest sandpiper was disconsolate. She picked at a shell and watched the grey waves come in up to her toes, then slip back. She glanced at the group of other birds hurrying along in the sand, stopping here and there to devour a mussel or a bit of crab. The Sandpiper took flight towards the southg they did not see her leave. Yet, when autumn came, the Smallest sand- piper returned. Questioned by the others, she only said, l was alone in the South and, alone, l learned. Content, she was joined by another bird, a stranger to this beach who did not need to know. Moral: Discontent breeds lasting repose. Shelly Brewster d SJ