Putnam Hall School - Pennings Yearbook (Poughkeepsie, NY)

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Oh high, rejoicing, leaping, crackling blaze You please me not with your incessant roar You, embers, with your red-gold treasures stored You, embers, to my musing, wondrous gaze Through the wavering opalescent haze Show fishers on a scarlet, sunset shore, Who, dipping from their ships the glistening oar, Pay homage to the Sun god,s glorious face. Lo, in your red hot coals are ruddy glens Whose deepest hidden places ton me hold Forbidding caverns from whose depths there glea s The burnished gold which in your ancient dens, Sly, cunning Ali Baba stored of old. You, embers, are the Sesame of my dreams. EMBERS m . Polly. A LONGING I want my life to be a fadeless dream, From whose bright scenes I never shall depart, Whose fire shall be to me a sacred gleam, Rekinclling hopes within a happy heart. I only want to laugh, and sing, and love, And always live in gayest summertime, And raise my eager arms to skies above, And feel that lite and nature are sublime. To live on wind-swept cliffs, that firmly stand Above the churning of the restless tide, To laugh, and love, and sing-oh joyous land! Where sullen Fear comes not with faltering stride For living then, l know would be to me, A satisfying taste of ecstasy! ' llifolio. TO A FLAG-SHOP DEVIL O thou, who art of most delicious taste, Reposing in the caverns of Flag's store, Who tempts! us our allowances to waste,- Though still we seem to want thee more and more! Of ice cream, cake, and marshmallow thou'rt made, Sprinkled o'er with many a tasty nut. Oh, from our minds your memory'll never fade, So loved by all the girls from dear old Put And when from school we take our daily walk, Goloshes, gloves, invisibles, we don, And do so fast we scarce have time to talk, ts To get a devil, lest they all be gone. O, devil, when we all are old and gray. We shall not grieve that thou hast had thy day. H. M. T.

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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

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Elflflfilllllfl EAFEH5. WHICH CORRIDOR? Whiclt corridor has: An overworked curling-iron? Half of the basketball team? Three of the orchestra? The captain of the basketball team? A florist in the bud? The perfect itchy-palm? Spark Plug herself? She with the crown of glory? A devotee of bobbed hair? A Winsome brunette? A lovelorn lass? A nocturnal reception Hall? ., O T Of course you have guessed it-there is only one corridor with so many assets-the Upper South. The season opened with a bridge party-and what a party! The scores waxed high, the hands were wonderful, the excitement greatg it all seemed supernatural, superb, when suddenly-with a crash, we were forced back into reality-we were discovered!! Miss Evans insisted that such a party is a bad influence. Say we, not so Miss Evans! Think what a great reformation it brought about in Flip ! And think of the excitement caused by a Serenade-the latest C?j fraternity songs-outside Kate's door. How about having the illustrious teacher on our corridor-who caused so much excitement in the dining room, when she didn't ap- pear! The rumor was a broken leg, but we're glad 'to state that after a diagnosis by the school doctor, it proved to be a sprained ankle.