Tower Hill School - Evergreen Yearbook (Wilmington, DE)

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I don't believe that I shall ever forget the dress I received for my fourth birthday. It was my first colored dress, a pale blue. I had a little hat to match. On my birthday Mother dressed me in it and put me on the table while she dressed to take me for a walk. Lying on the table beside me was a pair of scissors. I quickly pulled off my hat and dress and began work. By the time mother came to get me all that was left were small pieces about the size of a dollar. Not long after this episode we had the dining room pa- pered. My father was coming home that night and it was to be a surprise. The sur- prise came to mother when she came in the room and found me licking a hole about three inches long through the wall paper. -I -JF -Ili -BK- I was around the age of five when our family took a motor trip up to Canada in an old Ford, a swanky model at that time, the kind that is about a mile from the ground. We had many experiences on that trip both pleasant and unpleasant. One not such a pleasant happening, but one which I thought was terribly funny was the time we decided not to stop and eat, but have a picnic lunch. We bought quite a few things, among which were some chocolate cookies and a jar of olives. Later we found that that combina- tion didn't rest well in one's stomach. We were sailing along at the rate of twen- ty-five miles an hour when my sister com- plained of not feeling any too well. I start- ed to laugh. Soon daddy said he was a little car sick and wanted to stop. At this I burst out roaring. We hadn't gone very much fur- ther till I began to realize that something was wrong with me. As it turned out I was worse affected than the rest of them. -1- 'I' I' Al' -Q21 Tower c.7'fill 5611001 At the end of the camp season they had a mock trial where I was tried for the supposed offence of having pushed our swimming in- structor, who weighed a couple of hundred pounds, into the water. I was innocent of the whole game as well as the crime. When they began to question me in severe tones I stood it as long as my seven years would al- low and then burst into tears, to the great confusion of the entertainment. However, that was not the end of the affair, because I have been teased about it ever since. About that time I wrote a composition about The Life of Rocky Mountain Goats. I must have seen one of the senior composi- tions and been greatly impressed with its length, anyway, I thought it would be nice to have mine at least two pages long. To my dismay I soon exhausted my subject, so I be- gan to repeat, and this is how it went, The Rocky Mountain Goat eat lots of grass and lots of water, and lots and lots of grass and lots and lots of water, and lots and lots and lots of grass and lots and lots and lots of Water, and so forth, increasing on the grass and Water until I had got to the bottom of the page. I had fulfilled my desire, I was sat- isfiedg nevertheless, I think I have learned, in my later years, to think of more than just my desire. Q 5 -X' -I- The first day I ever went to school I got there before most of the other boys and girls. I was playing with a small broom when a large crowd of pupils arrived. As they came in the door, I rushed at them with the broom held like a lance. The broom hit one of them in the face. This was a poor beginning, but I soon became friends with the crowd. ii 'Ill' -If -I-

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h e Tower CDial summer it's rather stale. Then, when you jump in it, dust flies thick and fast. I do not care for these modern barns, so eiiicient and shining. My favorites are of red brick, stone, or painted white. I know of a barn, where, if you raise the dust, the farmer chases you out, ibut, then who wants to lie in his dirty hayll Again, like a dream, comes the memory of one barn, so vague, so far away. I seem to be once more the small child sliding glee- fully down a waterfall of shining golden hay to the rough barn floor below. There are several other barns I'll remember long. One is filled with tired but eager, small girls, who are not quite daring enough to jump off the top beam, into a pile of hay beneath them. Finally one leaps, and soon there are several of them at it. Now they're sprawled in the hay, now climbing up the cobwebby rafters to jump again and again. Sometimes they land so that both knees come up and soundly knock their chins, but they're up and begin- ning again. That barn was fun. Then there is my own barn. If you climb up into the hay- loft and peer out through broken shutters, you can get a glimpse of the woods in their colorful beauty. They are really more lovely when you ride through them on horseback. What I especially like is to find myself among a grove of maples-the kind that turns a wonderful golden yellow. It seems as though the leaves were glowing with light and warmth as a bit of lingering sunlight might. Barns are grand places to think in. If one has some tough problem to struggle with, one can accomplish a lot in a hayloft 3 and by the way, an apple, or its equivalent, to munch, is a great aid. They're also secure nooks to talk with your best friend, they do not repeat what they hear. The downstairs of barns are intriguing if one knows the inhabitants. In one barn, the horses will, if you run your hand through the oats, beg for it in the most weedling of neighs. These barns are the most vivid in my memory, but out of the many barns one can not say just why one is fond of certain of them. ELIZABETH NORMAN, '35. BITS FROM NINTH GRADE AUTOBIOGRAPHIES I DON'T remember my first day of school very well but I can remember the first little primer that Miss W-- gave me. I thought that you had to read the whole thing at once so I started out. I would read quite a few pages and then I would have to stop for lunch or something. Next time I could read, I would start at the beginning again. I kept doing that for an awfully long time until I must have read the first pages hundreds of times and the last pages not at all. I can still remember the first pages by heart. I like country day awfully well and I al- ways have. I suppose it is because I like sports. I think it would be an awful handi- cap not to be able to play any athletic games. When I was in the first or second grades I used to be scared to death to have to go to gym, but now I love it. I like this school awfully well and nearly everyone in it. In fact I don't see how any- one would ever want to leave. I hardly want to graduate but I don't want to get left back and I don't want to lose the people in my class so I guess I do want to graduate after all. serine 201i

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The Tower Cljial I have been going to Tower Hill School for the last ten years. Off and on I have had the ambition to go to boarding school: but every year when I get back to T. H., I am glad I didn't go away. I have always gone out for all the athletics I could. Swimming has always been among my favorite sports. I had a great deal of swimming this summer. Football is my favorite sport. I have had quite a few hobbies during my time. Two years ago, I had built in my room a chemical laboratory. It is now all packed away in boxes, while I am waiting for a chance to build a room in the cellar where I can once more erect my laboratory. Last year I started building model airplanes, which require much time and patience, and I am still building them. Also two friends and I started a serpentarium, with a large supply and variety of snakes. I have always collect- ed stamps-it is a family hobby-and now the family has quite a collection. I have enjoyed these various hobbies, but I have lacked the ability to stick to one hobby and continue at it strongly. if 'JK' it 'JK Before my fourteenth birthday it was really very funny, for whenever Mother thought I ought to go to bed or something like that she would say, You're just a little girl 13 years old. The very idea of you op- posing your Will against mine and staying up this late on a school night. But it's very often the other way around, for sometimes she would say, You're a big girl 14 years old. The very idea of you leaving your room in such a mess! I really couldn't quite make up my mind as to whether I was big or little, but I do know that I'm in the ninth grade and I am enjoying improving my mind, as you might say. me in if as I have had quite an assortment of pets off and on, in all my 13 years, including an alligator, a flying squirrel, some baby rabbits, a baby red squirrel and a Russian wolfhound. These are the ones I remember clearly and of this group I like the baby rabbits and the red squirrel best. One Easter I was out riding and when I got home my brother told me that the Easter rabbit had left something for me. I went around to the side of the house and there, in a nest in the lawn, were four baby rabbits. We took them in and fed them with a medicine dropper. The red squirrel that my brother had brought home from college was only about two weeks old. He had fallen out of a tree and hurt his leg. I fed him out of the medicine dropper, and when he was sick, I gave him cod liver oil. We kept him for nearly six weeks before he died. Several years ago I went to New York to meet my brother when he arrived home from the Jamboree that had met that summer in Birkenhead, near Liverpool, England. It was my first trip to New York and I was quite ex- cited at going to the big city I had heard so much about. On the way up on the train I got my first view of the Statue of Liberty and later when we were crossing the Hudson I saw the fireboats and skyscrapers of New York. Then we went out on the pier to wait for the tugs to bring the boat up the river and dock it. When she was docked they made us go back of the customs so there would be less disturbance. When the scouts came off the pier they were surrounded by their families but I don't think any of them were as glad to see their brothers as I was. it -15 H6 -If When I was eleven or twelve our family took a wonderful trip across the continent to the Pacific Coast and into Canada. We stop- ped for two weeks in Los Angeles. While we azz