Putnam Hall School - Pennings Yearbook (Poughkeepsie, NY)

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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.

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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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Pam Drops In Thq girls entered the room. One of them, the older, was just a commonplace, ordinary girl. The other, Pam, was of an ordinary size too, and yet there was something about her that was different from her companion. Her yellow, bobbed hair framing her face, gave her rather an impish expression. Her brown eyes glistened and sparkled. Her nose was small and upturned. The older girl threw herself on the bed while Pam sat in the only comfortable chair which the room possessed. Pam's eyes wandering here and there, suddenly became fixed to a picture on the dresser. She got up, crossed the room and stood gazing at the picture. ' Who is this? My brother. How old is he? Oh! What did you do at 'Col' today? Nothing just went to the 'Flag'. See anybody you knew? N0 17 CK Isn't that a good-looking bed spread! Where did you get it P I made it. How many studies are you taking? I Five, Doesn't it wear you out? I only take four and I am exhausted. That's too bad. Oh! Is that your father? Yes Ki K5 Have you any more brothers and sisters? 'Twenty. Yes. And who is that? Haven't you any pictures of them? Charles No ! Is that the same boy? You haven't? Well, I guess I'll go call on Mary. Good-bye. Yes Good-bye ! ' What is this ? Completely worn out, the older girl turned over and went to sleep. :HA shoe cleaner. E. H. Dramatics The necessity for steady, hard work has somewhat quenched the dramatic spark this year. We found this was far from extinguished, however, when it blazed up in a dramatization of a scene from the Birds' Christmas Carol, given the evening before our Christmas vacation. Mrs. Ruggles and her large family gave us an evening of hearty laughs. Ethel Henry, as Mrs. Ruggles, played her part de- lightfully, and the other members of the cast gave her fine support, We were proud of each of our actors, and of Miss Case, who ablyacoached the play. We appreciate also the weeks of faithful rehearsing which were put into the Christmas play. CAST Mrs. Ruggles ---- - Sarah Maude Ruggles ---- The other Ruggles sons and daughters: Peter ------- ETHEL HENRY - HELEN THATCHER ANNE RUTLEDGE ETHEL THOMAS KATE RAND Kitty ----- Clem - Peoria - - - - JOAN TAYLOR Larry - - - - VIRGINIA HOWELL Elmira CCarol Bird's nursej - - ' AGNES SNYDER jack Bird CCarol's unclej - CAROLINE KOHN