Putnam Hall School - Pennings Yearbook (Poughkeepsie, NY)

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HENRY: As I sailed by the door Race said, Now pitch it low. So that's what I concluded. MELIO: That's just a little early morning cheer practice, mignonne. Do you want to help clear up a mystery? HENRY: You're darn tootin'. MELIO: Now listen and I'll tell, you. QAS the mystery is being unfolded to Henry, other groups are forming. Helen Taylor and Flip feel it their duty to start,the day with a song. 'Hence they are practicing a duet. As they finish, Byx's voice is heardj BYX: That last selection was none too potent. LOUISE: ,I think it was precious. Sing it again. PEGi Pardon me! Iym leaving-I haven't done a lesson. Can you , 'V' l help me with my Math., Thatch? THATCH: Whadayuhvask me for? I need help myself. LOUISE: I'll help my little Billy. Does 'um want me to? GUS Un great excitementj 1 Has anyone seen my fountain-pen? POLLY, IVIELIO, and LDoc fin unisonj : Can it be that . . . ? HENRY: Don't you remember, Gus, you found it in your galosh yes- terday? GUs: Oh, so I did! 'Bye. POLLY: Whewl ,I'm so relieved. I'll die if anyone else misses any- thing. LOUD VOICE: She's off again! POLLY: Are they talking about Harriet? Listen! FLIP Un uproarious laughtery: Heck, I can't help it! Honestly I can't. ' I-IAZEL: Shoot! I canit work with so much noise going on. VIRGINIA! Neither can I. Come here, will you, Rachel? RACHEL: I can't. I'm too busy. Sorry. VIRGINIA! I know, my dear, but- HELEN TAYLOR: Oh dearg my work is in a mess. I can't seem to get my French. I've worked hours on it. HARIQIET, B.: Too bad. Don't let me forget to go! to the Library this 'afternoon. I have several references to look up. CA general commotion is caused by the entrance of Polly, Melio, and Henry.j HENRY: I don't get it yet. just what is she suspected of taking? MELIOA: Bob's rolling-pin, mignonne. Can't you understand? HENRX' QA second 'Sherlock 'Holmesj 1 Well, why didnlt you say so? Bob's in her room using it now. It's been there all the time. Doc just overlooked it. That's all. POLLY QRelievedj : There, 'I knew she didn't do it! HENRY: I thought something was really lost. GUS fRe-appearingj : W.ell, it is. I can't find my other fountain-pen. ALL: Oh-h-h! The breakfast bell. Ding-a-ling-a-ling! QAnd it's only 7:30.j so-get

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.. The Rise of the Seniors A One-Act Play By Swzga I Hark! Hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, at if ff wk it And winking Mary-buds begin To ,ope 'their golden eyes: With everything that pretty bin, My lady sweet, arise! Arise, arise! -Shakespeare SCENE: The Senior Corridor. Qlf the Seniors lived on one.cOrridor.j Doc: Then she must know about it! COuldn't you catch anything she TIME: Early morning. i -said? As the shades of night lift, an alarm clock goes off. LIB fFrantically trying to strangle itj :' Hi, you-all! DOC: What's eatin' on yuh, Lib? LIB: Don't you know it's half past five? Get up! PEG Doc : BOB Doc: Bon Doc: Ch, for john's sake, keep quiet. I'm not getting up this morn- ing. W1iere's the doodle, Bob? QA face appears-besmeared with white ointmentj QYawningj : Did you-all speak to me? Hurry, dahlin' ,,it's gettin' late. Where's the doodle? : What, the patented reducer? I left it last night just where I always do. Well, I can't find it. I'l1go,ask Polly. I simply must get thin- ner. Hi, Polly! POLLY: Hi! Doc: ,Have you seen Bob's rolling-pin? POLLY: No,-but do you know? It was the funniest thing, I kept waking up last night- and Harriet was talking a blue streak about making biscuits and needing a rolling-pin. POLLY: just that she was making biscuits and wanted bigger ones than we had in cooking class! What do you s'pose she meant by that? DOC: I can't imagine! MELIO POLLY : MELIO : POLLY : fEnteringj : Hi, scum! What's the excitement? We suspect my room-mate of-of-theft. M Word! Whoever would have thou ht it? Y S' Well, we don't like to jump at conclusions, but Bob's rolling- pin is missing, and Harriet was talking of one in her sleep last night. QA door is slammed, and Henry comes clattering up the cOrridor.Q HENRY : What ho! fVoice from regions unknown. Ivanhoe lj A HENRY: Do you know thereis a crowd pitching horseshoes in Byx's POLLY : room ? R-e-a-1-1-y-?

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Was It Aeneas' Fault? 0ne night last October I had a terrible dream. I never could de- cide whether it resulted from a big feed that we had had earlier in the evening or from some other unknown cause. I had for the first timeg started to study that great book known to all Latin students- Vergil's Aeneid. I had not yet accustomed myself to the unusualness of Latin constructions, and had not become used to Vergil's vivid de- scription of the weird animals and sea monsters that he tells about. Probably all this had something to do with it. The time of my dream was many thousands of years ago after the Trojan wars. It started with the reception of the hero, Aeneas, at the court of Dido, the Carthaginian queen. Aeneas rode up to her, in her throne room, on a queer looking animal which seemed to me to look something like a giraffe, but with a lion's head, serpent's feet, a fish's tail, and the walkof a camel. Aeneas was still odder looking than his beast. Around his' waist he wore a subordinate clause in indirect discourse, fastened at the side by a supine in um. His right foot was very neatly shod in an indirect question, while on his left foot was a qui characteristic clause. Around his neck he Wore a necklace of Uablative absolutesf' alternated with gerunds and gerundives. And over his shoulder, suspended by a cord off cum concessive clauses, was a quiver filled with supines in u. In his hand he carried a beautiful bow, so decor- ated with infinitives of various kinds that it was remarkable to see. Dido, the beautiful queen, seated on a throne made of the scales of horrible serpents, graciously received him. She was becomingly gowned in similar beautiful Latin constructions, and around her neck was an exquisite rope of adjectives -taking the genitivef' The next scene, which was greatly impressed upon my mind, was the banquet, given that night for the Wanderers. Dido was holding on her lap little Ascanius, who was really Cupid, sent by Venus to make Dido fall in love with Aeaneas, as a trick. He was a true child prodigy, who spoke beautiful Latin, full of the most difficult of all Latin con- structions. The company had been drinking for some time and listen- ing intently to the account Aeneas was telling of his wanderings,- which strange to say he told in the most perfect English,-when sud- denly the breakfast bell rang. My slumbers rudely disturbed, I had to hurry to :dress in order not to be late for breakfast. A. G.