Putnam Hall School - Pennings Yearbook (Poughkeepsie, NY)

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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.

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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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Please realize what a sought-after corridor this is-especially at 8:45 P. M., after a two-hour struggle with the man who walks four hours, rides twenty miles, flies fifteen minutes, to find how long it takes A to rake the lawn when B cuts the grass in two days. They say the early bird catches the worm, but what worm can be so alluring that it causes five-thirty rising. Ask Haze, We're afraid Virginia will have to get glasses if she reads many more books by the hall light. And anyway, floors are awfully hard, and doors do creak. Gusta, some morning you'1l oversleep but-whoever said five min- utes wasn't ample dressing time? You disagree? Want your business letter typed? Ask Flip She breaks the record. She uses a Biblical system- Seek and ye shall find. Let's give three rousing cheers for Upper South! H. T. E. H. UPPER NORTH We admit the other corridors are filled with people of great im- portance and talent, but we-and we alone have such specimens of human nature as are to be found in no other alley. Upper North has to offer the greatest ivory tickler and mouse trapper as yet known to civilization, the only genuine wild Westerner in the East and who, it is rumored, is distantly related to Buffalo Bill: the only woman alive who can live on a biscuit a week and: still lead cheers in a surprisingly animated fashion. Also, we can present two charming, but enormous Southerners, who each morning and evening may be seen taking their deadly dozen in an earnest attempt to attain a venus-like figure. We're betting on them too! They'll do it yet if only Bob's rolling pin does its work. No other corridor can show us one of the fast disappearing race of red heads, but we have a grand one. They say that in thirty years the type will be extinct. She lives with a very select member of the A. A. Society, who is also the owner of a knock-out sweat shirt. I almost neglected to mention the fanatic 'we possess. It thinks It is a poet, and has a wild mania for collecting cats! It boarded one once, but the ungrateful animal got restless and sought adventure in the halls, where it was taken for a stray tiger, and was consequently frightened into a complete breakdown by shrieks. Miss Smith, the fun-sharer of Old North, found eight curl-papered heads watching with the keenest interest the travels of the cat up the middle of the corridor. It was never seen after that night. We never did like the looks of that night watchman anyway! You've heard of birthday parties, tea parties, and petting parties, but have you ever heard of a washing party? You sit on the edge of the bathtub or the basin with the curling iron dangling over your head like a sword by a hair, and then you whisper-at least you think you are whispering-until Miss Chase comes tearing down the hall shout- ing, Girls, girls, where is that terrible noise? Is somebody hurt? Miss Chase arrives to find the young ladies strenuously hurrying through their toilet so as to get to bed QU. She gets out her cooky box and insists that everyone have at least three. Umm, and they're great too! A bell tinkles faintly in the distance, a few last voices are heard: Oh hello, Miss Collins,-back from your week-end? Who's got that light now-I can't find my toothbrush ! Got your window open, Helen? Only an inch P Got your coat and shoes out, Rachel? Sort of cold out, you know? And then the tramp, tramp of the watchman. Let me see-I guess 6:30 will be early enough to finish my Latin -how comfortable this- QSnore--z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z.j S. G. LOWER NORTH Corridor Capers might be a kind of sauce or pickle put up by A. Corridor-but they aren't. They are--er-eh-well, the dictionary says a caper is a frolic. . Lower North Corridor, as the name may suggest to a few of the most clever readers, is a corridor in the northern part of Putnam. It is the lower corridor. fBy that we do not mean inferior, we mean near the ground in situation--the foundation of the school, as it were.j Here in different rooms live twelve persons, six of them seniors. The executive ability of the school snores here. We have the president and vice-president of the Senior Class, the editor-in-chief,