Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Laurie Li nowitz I once had a nightingale who was forever singing a lovely tune. We were great friends and spent long hours by the river, I lying in the grass' and my nightingale perched on my knee ever singing. One day we were very lazily basking in the sun when another bird came along and perched on my other knee. A terrible fight broke out and the two birds, squawking and feathers flying, flew away. I called to my night ingale to please come back but to no availg it was gone. Now there was no one to go to the river with, no one to sing to meg I was very sad. I hoped that some day my nightingale would return and it did, but its voice had changed. I didn't care, I was much too happy seeing my friend to notice that. 68

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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

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Once there was a dolphin in Whom the powers of vocal communication vsith humans Cwhich has amazed mankind since antiquityb were developed to an extraordiniiiiy dc- gree. Even more extraordinary was the dolphin's interest in all the media of coin - munication which homo sapiens has thus far produced. He therefore became the spokesman for all the denizens of the sea. Soon little dolphins took to si 'i,' innning lifter him, with delightful, silvery archings and curvettings, and raucous croiikings, tit- tempting to learn how to communicate, too. So our dolphin organized schools ol' little ones, who gradually became more and more articulate, showing much promise. And the silver Whistle Which our hero wore around his neck became ii syinhol of his special link with the World of people. Gil Farr