Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Allyn Love Magic Sam grabbed his guitar and split down the highway in a five ton 1957 Wise Potato truck. He was trucking and so were his six friends Who were also in the same five ton 1957 Wise Potato truck. They had divided the cost. Sam and his friends Were free! They could go anywhere they Wanted and do any- thing they liked. They Went to Nashville, Sam picking and his friends singing l'm Trucking . In Nashville Magic Sam and his friends joined a band. He Wrote songs, picked strings, and hit keys. He became famous. His friends Watched and Washed dishes. When the time came to 'truck' on Sam stayed in Nashville. He wasn't as free but he Was happy. He found what he wanted. 66

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Alice Holiman She sat on the sunny Windowsill, sleek, grey- haired, with dancing blue eyes. The Persian cat seemed asleep to passers- l by 3 but the tip of her lux- uriously silky tail curled and uncurled with sup- pressed excitement. Sud- denly a golden Saint Bernard With a crimson and white vest ap- peared and tapped alluringly on the window. Down sprang the Per sian cat from her cozy Window sill, and losing all her calm self- assurance, lightly paced to the door of her Lord Ladybug Taylor house and opened it in a rush. Ch, l've missed you so! lf it Weren't so far to Pekin, l'd have run there by myself! Devotedly the dog stroked her glowingly clean fur, and murmured endear- ments into her perky little ears. Then they slipped away into the fields to be together at last, but as they walked away, she looked over her shoulder at a well-known bulldog and winked. Moral: Vivre pour Vivre. 65

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The butterfly, perceiving an obstacle directly in his path, stopped abruptly in mid- flight. The obstruction proved to be a large, shimmering bubble traveling lazily sky- ward. The butterfly was momentarily dazed by the bubble whose ephemeral beauty was not unlike his own, and determining to speak with it, he flew after in hot pursuit. But the earthbound butterfly had not the bubble's buoyant effervescence and ,was ill -equipped for vertical flightg thus it was only with the greatest difficulty that he managed to catch up. Indelicately flapping to keep pace, the butterfly ventured, Where are you off to? Up, laughed the bubble evasively. You must come down eventually, mustn't you? inquired the butterfly, but the bubble who served another master, drifted effortlessly on, subject only to the caprices of the Wind. You are transparent, colorless, and insubstantial, snorted the butterflyg but the bubble, who reflected the blue of the sky and the light of the stars, only quivered imperceptibly with amusement at its obvious and gaudy traveling companion. The butterfly sighed, for he was quite exhausted, and began a Weary descent. Moments later, gazing skyward, the butterfly could only just distinguish the bubble on its way to see the sun. Midge Valdes