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SEIZE THE OPPORTUNITY

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THE HALO Volume XXXVI

JUNE, 1948

Number I

Louise Hawkins '48, Editonn'Chicf

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Editors

Sue Rockwell ’48

Ann Williams ’48

Art Editor

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Barbara Goerke ’48

Jane Scott ’48

Business Mattager Margaret Hoyt, '49

Faculty Advisor

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Katharine Elliott ’48

Catherine Henderson ’48

Barbara Thomson ’48

Junior Rel-iresentative Rosemarie Deluca '49

Senior pictures by Ing - John — Stamford

Class and activity pictures by "Tommie” — Greenwich.

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"God made a heart of gold, of gold, Shining and sweet and true;

Gave it a home of fairest mould Blessed It and called it you."

We affectionately dedicate this, our yearbook to Mrs. Ann Hart, our head mistress, who in her first year at Low-Heywood has shown us the way to goals far higher than we had set for ourselves. We leave our fondest wishes for her success with a secure feeling that many girls will profit by her complete understanding.

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As Freshmen, when the present Low-Heywood began, we could not visualize what would happen in the next four years. School standards were not at the height we wanted: school facilities such as library and athletic fields were Incomplete. However, we determined to make the best of what we had and to make improvcments where we could.

With this in mind we chose our motto, Seize the Opportunity". The four years have passed, and now as we look back upon them, we realize that everyone connected with tihe school has tried to make the most of each opportunity. The results have convinced us that the only way to succeed in life is to 'seize the opportunity'.

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We are about to start on the most decisive phase of our lives, whether it be going to college or entering upon a career. The rehearsals are beginning for the roles we have to play in a disrupted world that needs our• help. We can no longer lead our casual existence. It is imperative that we take our cue and accomplish a serious performance. In striving to play our parts worthily, we shall do well to not houses finely roofed. remember that it is "not roofed, or the stones of roads well-mended, nay not canals and dockyards, that make the city, but men able to use their opportunity."

opportunity knocks but once We refuse to believe that "opportunity once". Opportunity knocks on the 1 . door each day and if we are alert, we shall recognize the opportunity that ___ i_._i talents, _i____ and______________ _ must■ find out what'■ our trend is suited to our individual seize it. We ". The years before an average girl marries are short, is and develop it to the full. and we should make the most of them, cultivating our faculties through opportunopportun ities so that we may be helpful, intelligent additions to our communities. Putting .................... ' ■ the.............................. off until tomorrow can become a fatal habit, rendering mind Inactive,.We must look at each new day as a fresh beginning, another chance to 'seize the opportunity'.

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When sorrow comes into our Ilves — as it comes to nearly everyone's — we should be aware not only of the healing power of time, but the opportunities to recover. Friendship will sustain us, if we care enough for our friends, there will be other opportunities to fill our lives, to keep them active and busy, and with God's help, the loss, however great, can be borne.

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In our every day Intercourse with our companions, our motto serves as a salu tary reminder. We make a cutting remark, perhaps, and instantly regret it. The opening comes to make an apolcgy but we are too proud to take it — and a friendship is broken. The opportunity to ask forgiveness should be seized and not aliowed to slip by. So in sorrow or in joy let us remember our days at Low-Heywood Low-1 and take strength from the remembrance of the good opportunities which1 came to us then, and which we seized upon to keep with us for all time.

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Favorite saying: "like mad"

Class President '48 Student Council '48 Lambda Delta PI '47, '48

Christmas Pageant '48 Varsity Hockey Team '45, '46, '47 Varsity Basketball Team '46, '47, '48 Captain Basketball Team '48

Class Hockey Team '44, '45, '46, '47

Class Basketball Team '45, '46, '47, '48

Varsity Baseball Team '46, '47 Black Teams '45, '46, '47, '48 "Halo" Board '47, '48

"Hey-Day" Board '48

Dramatic Club '45, '46 Varsity Lacrosse Squad '46

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Stamford, Connecticut 1936 - 1948 "What wisdom can you find

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Saving Grace: good nature Noted for: Bill

Is: domestic Will be: married first

Favorite saying: "I grant you that"

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Chairman of Lost and Found ‘48 Cheer Leader '47, '48

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President of A. A. '48

Treasurer of A. A. '47 A. A. Board '47, '48 Lambda Delta Pi '46, '47, '48 z®

Varsity Hockey Team '45, '46, '47 Captain Varsity Hockey Team '47

Varsity Basketball '46, '47

Favorite saying; "Oh, Louise”

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Besetting sin: incommunicativeness

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Noted for: her marks

Is: lucky Will be: "banned in Boston" Favorite saying:

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Sophomore Class Treasurer '46

Student Council '47, '48 Lambda Delta Pi '46, '47, '48 dee Club '45, '46, '47, '48

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Lambda Delta PI President '48 Lambda Delta Pi Vice-Pres. '47 Lambda Delta Pi '46, '47, '48 Varsity Hockey Team '45, '46, '47

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Glee Club '45, '46, '47, '48 Lambda Delta Pi Treasurer '48

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Varsity Hockey Team '45, '46 Class Hockey Team '45, '46, '47 Class Basketball Team '45, '46, '47, '48

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Hall and praise our Low-Heywood,

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Honor, love and true devotion All to her belong.

Maroon and white, maroon and white

Onward through the fight;

Striving to keep standards great. Class of '48.

'Seize the Opportunity'

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It will lead us through the years

Till the goal is won.

Maroon and white, maroon and white Onward through the fight; Striving to keep standards great.

Class of '48. Through the years memories will

Linger In our hearts

We will put our trust in thee

Carry out your parts.

Maroon and white, maroon and white Onward through the fight; Striving to keep standards great,

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A master of athletic feats, And Student Council head Is she; Our "Susu" shuns no task she meets And shines with personality.

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She helped each team to victory. As cheering leader in each game. The head of Lost and Found is she And Kay is her distinguished name.

As President of our "A. A." And Captain of the hockey team Artistic Bobbie leads the way. Supported by our high esteem.

Louise, our Editor-in-Chief, In scholarship can ne'er be beat. Success she'll have is our belief; We've found her friendship quite a treat

We'll miss in future weeks and days Our Cathy's prowess at the goal. Her laughter and her winning ways Won '.'.C.i our affection, heart and soul.

The President of L. D. P. In social work has proved her skill. Her smile and wit will always be The symbol of Jane Scott's good will.

The Glee Club girls were led to fame By Barbara Thomson's guiding hand. Her managing has brought her name Respect and honor In the land.

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(The scene is a dark, narrow, dingy street in lower East Side, New York. Cheap music blares out from neon-lighted, glass-fronted bars. A lean cat hungrily explores a garbage can, right center. /\ A figure lurches unsteadily out of a doorway, nar rowly missmg Hawkins, who enters, down left.)

Hawkins.

(Soliloquizing) I ought to be getting near It soon. What a place to choose for a reunion! It's so dark I can hardly read the directions, (peers at paper) I'll try getting under this neon sign. (Looking up at sign) Well, well, Scotty's got her name in lights at last! She used to. be such a good actress at school, but I never thought It would come to thjs^._^What does it say? Oh no! SCOTT'S BAR AND GRILL. LADIES INVITED. Looks like a pretty unsavoury hole, but I guess I'd better go in.

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(As Hawkins goes through door, the backdrop is raised to reveal a third-rate restaurant, with maroon and white check tablecloths on small deal tables — a bar — and a juke-box.) Hawkins.

(Looking around with Interest) H'm! Maroon and white! Scott always was loyal to the old School. She's got "Seize the Opportunity" above the Bar — that's a new slant on our motto, (catches sight of barmaid, who has her back to audience) H'm, give me a stinger. Kid! I wonder why she doesn't hear. What a frizzed-out blonde! From the back, ex cept for that hair, she looks like Scott. (Barmaid turns, revealing herself as Scott) Why, it is! I couldn't mistake those pigeon-toes.

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Weasel!

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Scotty!

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come in here, You've got to meet my husband. Hey, Sir Cedric, (aside to Hawkins) Don't be surprised when you sec him. He's a little heavy — only 250 pounds, though. He's lost since lost year — too much worry. (enter short, fat, swarthy Greek) Weasel, meet Sir Cedric Constantinopoulos, my latest.

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Weasel, you're the first arrival. Wait till you meet Sue-Sue. (voice heard chanting outside, "Hall to thee, blithe spirit!" Enter Rock well, in ballet costume, executing complicated ballet steps)

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Hello, girls, how do you like my new ballet-slippers?

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Say, why the get-up?

Sue.

Yeah, I played with the Rangers for a couple of seasons but was barred I always was Then I took to the stage. for unnecessary roughness. VERSATILE, you know.

Scott.

Tell Weasel about your brilliant scientist husband, Sue-Sue.

Sue.

Oh, him! We don't speak ever since he split the molecule. He flatly ' ' But you're not refused to name the process the Rockaloff after me.. What are you doing with that Pocket Radio? listening. Weasel. ' (Hawkins fiddles with dial of Radio she has placed on table)

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It's time for Jean Sablon.

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You know what a weakness Weasel always had for Frenchmen._ Well, it's a mania with her now. She swears she'll go mad if she can't hear him. (A rattle, crash, bang is heard from without)

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My gosh, she's still got it!

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Who?

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That's Thomson and the old Ford. What else would make such an un godly noise? (Thomson, magnificently arrayed, slinks in)

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Fine and dandy. You look like you've been doing pretty well for your self. What is that coai?

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Darling, don't you know? Park Avenue now.

Hawkins.

Pardon me for asking, but why are you still driving that pile of junk?

Thomson.

You are speaking of the car I love. I keep it for sentimental reasons. Of course I could afford a Rolls-Royce but the old girl has such happy memories. I just take my ermine lap-robe along so I won't get my feet wet. (A voice from laudspeaker. SURGERY DR. HAWKINS CALL SURGERY. PAGING DR. HAWKINS . . . etc.)

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Looks like we have another arrival. (Door opens to reveal a vision of blonde femininity, all frills and furbelows)

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Who s that powder-puff? I can t see Its head for the ruffles. curls, you'd think it was Shirley Temple.

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(disdainfully) My name is Barbara.

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Goerke.

I’ve changed a bit. Kids, as you see. I got tired of living on the Reser vatlon. The outdoor life was not for me.

Thomson.

So what did you do?

Goerke.

I went to Hollywood and then I met him, Pegory Greek, the movie actor.

Scott.

Really?

Goerke.

It was love at first sight.

Sue.

Yes, yes, go on.

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He liked frilly females, so I changed my style to suit his taste. We got married and are living happily ever after. At first I thought I'd suffo cate but now I'd be lost without ruffles. (Children's voices, shouting raucously, are heard outside)

Scott.

(looking out of window) It isn't time for school to be out. What's that convertible drawing up here full of kids—dozens of them? Looks like the circus. (Henderson appears in the doorway)

Thomson.

Why, Henderson, whose kids are those? married.

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I'm not. (Uncomfortable pause) (Re-enter Hawkins, wiping her brow. She is followed by a dowdy stud ious female, wearing unbecoming clothes, lisle stockings, oxfords and glasses)

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Whew! That was a tough case. injuries, too.

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What, are you a doctor?

Hawkins.

Yes, a horse doctor ... As I was saying, when I was so rudely interrupted, it was a terrific case, Blood all over the place! Had to probe five times before I could . . .

Thomson.

Pst!

Scott.

Pardon me, madam, is there anything I can do for you? — And please don't put that brief case on the table cloth. It's making it all dirty. (Silence)

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Who are you anyway, and what do you want?

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Greek!

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(almost speechless, for once) Well, what do you—know—about that!

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Oh, no! You must be mistaken. Williams was never that husky. look at those muscles bulging under her tights.

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Yes, yes, it is. Wrestler."

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Hi, delight, wanta fight? (I'm a poet and I know It)

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Hello!

Williams.

Oh, you want my history, eh? Well, I went to college, as you ail know, and there, one day, while I was reading r some of the world's great llterature, I ran across a magazine article. It was fate, I tell you, that made me read It. "Are you thin, tired or -listless?" it said. "Under nourished, maybe? Do your muscles sag? If so, see Charles Atlas. He's the Man for you. you." Well, I said, here's my chance to get back on my feet again. Maybe I'd better go and see him. So I went.

Sue.

And then what happened?

Williams.

Where are your eyes, woman? He made a man of me. Just look a! those biceps. I'm the champion wrestler, male or female, of the world. That reminds me, I have a bout this evening. Would you all like to come? We could go some place afterwards and talk over old times.

Scott.

Pardon me for interrupting, but my customers are clamoring for some entertainment. Would you help me move this table over here to make room?

Williams.

Say, I have a great idea!

Thomson.

What?

Williams.

Why don't we all go into business together? Scott could sing and dance, Rockwell could do some acrobatics, Henderson could direct the junior chorus, I could be the bouncer, Hawkins could do the necessary surgery, afterwards, Goerke could . . .

Sue.

Say, that's a neat idea!

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Ok. (Curtain goes down as the "great eight" start shoving tables to make room for their act) THIS IS THE END OE A PERFECT REUNION, BUT NOT THE LAST OF FORTY-EIGHT.

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Most artistic ..................

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Most reliable ..................

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Most obliging .............. Most attractive ........... Cutest ..................... Most sentimental ......... Most gullible .................. Most serious . ................... Wittiest ......................... Best groomed .............. Best natured .................. Most outspoken .............. Most fickle....................... Most easily embarrassed Most temperamental . . Most talkative .............. Most feminine .............. Most musical .................. Most vivacious .............. Most graceful ................ Most stubborn ................ Happiest ....................... Married first .................. Most considerate ........... Most modest ................ Teacher's worry ........... Most likely to succeed Best school spirit ......... Most popular ................ Class Grandmother , Most optimistic .............. Most pessimistic ...... Most sarcastic................ Best Bluffer Neatest ............. Favorite Male

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I t The Last Will and Testament of the Senior Class WE, THE class of the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and fortyeight, and of the Independence of the United States, one hundred and seventy-two,

being of sound mind and sound body, do hereby set forth our last will and testa ment, and do hereby bequeath to our successors, the class of one thousand, nine

hundred and forty-nine, all good fortune, good counsel and a good year.

To Mary Cramp we do will a sunny day to go with her disposition To Nancy Crawford we do will the heart of Texas

To Rosemarie Deluca we do will shorter working hours To Leda Freid we do will our vote for Miss Vogue of 1948 To Ruth Goerke we do will a horse to go prom-trotting

To Margaret Hoyt we do will the strength to hold high our traditions To Elise Mejia we do will the credit she deserves

To Sandra Woodworth we do will an introduction to John Powers

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MRS. HART as Portia in the Merchant of Venice . . . saying &3«a.

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"Earthly power does then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice." MISS HORNE as Miss Susan Throssel In Quality Street . . . saying

"What is Algebra exactly? Is it those three-cornered things?" MRS. CLAFLIN directing the technicolor in Forever Amber . . . saying "Keep it free and loose."

MISS CLARK as Cordelia In King Lear of whom it was said "Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low, An excellent thing in woman."

MISS EVANS as Isabella in Measure for Measure . . . saying

'We cannot weigh our brother with ourself."

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"Mam'selle" "No heart ever yearned the way that mine does For France."

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"Beneath this simple exterior are concealed a

very sweet nature and rare womanly gifts."

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I was a comparatively quiet child, but when I got mad (and I do) mean enraged), instead of going Into tantrums, as most r children do, I would toddle to the door with uncertain steps, epen It, and solemnly spit. This seemed to be my way of expressing utter contempt for everything and everyone,,1 assure you I use my vocal chords now.

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My poker-face became proverbial In the family. To shake this record of absolute facial Immobility, my mother resolved to have; a picture taken of me with at least a glimmer of a smile. In an attempt to achieve the impossible, Underwoods sent their best child-photographer to our house. He was a chubby, little man who prided himself on his power of taking charming child-studies, First, he proceeded to pose me with my Teddy-bear, and then, he embarked on the ordeal of trying to make me smile, for I was staring at him with the grim expression of a Gorgon. "Smile," he coaxed me winningly.

No response. This open'ng shot was at two o'clock in the afternoon. By four o'clock, he had twisted his face into every possible contortion and exhausted every known device. My mother and uncle were rolling on the floor with laughter. I still stared at him.

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I lead a completely normal life. In my short life-time, I have had a few ter rifying experiences. These stand out more strongly because they happen so seldomly. : I can still to this day remember every incident of one horrible night.

A group of us had gone to the late show one evening. IUsually we came straight home, but on this occasion we had stopped en route for something to eat. When we finally started toward my house, It was nearly one o'clock. As; we drew road, and' as we approached the near home, we noticed streams of water In in the 1' ' , , house, it seemed as if all the lights were turned on. I became worried. What could have happened? It was most r----- unusual ---------- for our house to be ablaze with light at that late hour. Thon as we turned Into the drive-way, I gave a gasp of horror, The lights In the house were not on; in fact, there were no lights to be turned on. Huge searchlights were trained'1 on our house, and, as I followed their beams, all I saw was a charred mass of timber. My first reaction was a feeling of great em ptiness, for the home I had lived in was gone. Luckily, I didn't have a chance to worry about my family, for there they all were, watching the firemen direct their

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The wind became stronger and we jumped up on the windward rail. Something seemed wrong with the rudder and we couldn't come about. Really terrified by this time, we looked around for help. We tried in vain to come about. Meanwhile we were being carried farther and farther out, and the storm was coming nearer. Then we saw salvation in the shape of a big white cruiser heading our way from the Long Island shore. We stood up in our little boat like shipwrecked mariners and waved. They pulled alongside, and we clambered aboard, heaving sighs of relief. Let the sterm cerr.e now, for we were safe and headed for home.

What we had not realized was was that that our parents were as terrified as we, and even as we were scrambling on board the cruiser, planes from the Coast Guard were scouring the Sound for us.

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"A bright day with blue skies And white puffs overhead— A gay tree with bursting buds—

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Ever since I was five years old, I have devoted my Sundays to worrying: then, I am free to play the rest of the week. I think this Sunday I shall worry about the moving picture industry, and maybe my dress for the Junior-Senior Prom, I really believe the movie Industry needs worrying about. I think that it is on the down-grade. Of course, if I give in to myself, I shall be worrying about Robert Mitchum in general — and that would be bad, because then I couldn't decide what should be done to save pictures.

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When I say my dress for the Junior-Senior Prom, it sounds as if I had decided what to wear on that grand occasion. I suppose everyone will be getting new dresses, but that is out of the question for me. I shall have to think of something. I can't wear my black suit, and my print dress Is too short. Alphonse has seen my navy blue dress twice. Oh, what to wear! Really, this Sunday I shall be most occupied with my worrying.

If M. G. M. doesn't make a good picture soon I am afraid for its reputation. Although 1 didn’t see "Gentleman's Agreement", I did1 see "Tarzan and the Amawhich I thought was Itruly marvelous. I don't see how anything could surzons pass it. Why it didn't win an Academy Award, I shall never know. Also, Iti seems to me. If they cut out a few of these glamour girls and made more westerns, they would have a better chance for survival.

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If I wear my green dress, I Really this dress business Is getting me down. shall want new gold shoes, and I just know I can never find what I want. I saw them on Betty Grable in a magazine last week. Speaking of Betty, I don't think she is as pretty as the men seem to think. She and Harry were having dinner with the Bob Mitchums. They say he's a menace, but personally I think he is an ace-man. He is my type. Why, If I could play the lead opposite him in a west ern It would be wonderful. Just imagine riding across plains, through canyons, over streams — me, In the hands of a villain, and Bob wildly chasing after, thinking only of my safety. One thing that always has me puzzled Is: how would they take the pictures as we fled across the country, shooting, tumbling, and doing all sorts of unpredictable things?

If Bob asked me out for dinner that night, after the picture was finished, I guess I would wear my, green dress and would beg, borrow, or steal shoes. I really can't compare Bob to Alphonse, but I guess I will have to wear the green dress and get the shoes somehow.

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Horse sports have a strong appeal to the sporting instincts of most of the It is an attraction which extends far beyond the mere human beings of today, competition of a game, Of all our sports those in which horses partake are the What could be most varied: of all animals the horse is the most cooperative, game of polo, a race or steeplechase, hunting and more thrilling then watching a many of the other activities? I have watched many of these sports and as a genuine horse-lover I appre ciate the never-ending splendor In which these animals perform, just for the will

of a man. At the racetrack the horse puts his all Into winning a race, for the pleasure of man. In steeplechases, as In hunting, the horse sometimes is killed lust by one misstep In his jumping. When you think about it. It seems cruel, and In cases It undoubtably is. But the horse is only one of the many slaves of man that will carry on through the ages. Bobbie Goerke '48

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A Hopeless Proposition Being a schoolgirl, and of such fender tender age as I am, I have the usual amount of worries that go with the often long and irritating problem of growing However, I do find that I have two worries that absolutely obsess my mind, up—no matter how much I try to prevent them. The first one always proves to be the bane of my existence, when, on Sundays I enter church, and when I have the pleasant (and I say pleasant with1 a great deal of broadness) ordeal of being with boys. To sum it up in a few words, I worry about my hair being continually straight. Every night I sit before a mirror for at least an hour—not that it is particularly interesting to look at my reflection, but I hope by ferocious brushing that I can succeed in getting a slight wave In my hair. Each night, upon seeing no Improvement, I proceed to curl my hair with large, bulky, steel curlers, which I find extremely uncomfortable, while trying to sleep. Rising each morning, I feel a sense ot 'la of success and begin to tear the curlers out of my hair. There it stands — and all frizzed out! After a total of about ten minutes of brushing, I leave for school.

Upon entering the school door, my second worry completely occupies my mind. Will I ever make the hockey team? This question brings back memories of a lot of hard work and practice, which never got me anywhere along the line of even hoping to make the team. Making the hockey team always seemed to be my one goal, which' I never attained. However, I don't think I will ever stop trying. But, that brings up my hopeless problem. Eor, If I play hockey, my hair manages to uncurl beautifully: and if I curl my hair, I do not wish to play hockey — all of which takes me on a fast speeding train away from my one great wonder and goal.

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The Thrills of Sailing

It is Larchmont Race Week on Long Island Sound, and our class starts

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Let's go out early to watch the white sails cross the line, like ocean waves breaking on the long sandy shore. Now the horizon is covered with sails and a blue or red spinnaker here and there. Back at

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The boat up to windward is beating us. It has a better breeze.

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Come on boat!

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finish line Is getting closer and closer. ed—but we're second.

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Now, into the club to tell our opponents why we didn’t win.

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Light Comes To Darkie It was late afternoon when I arrived. I crept along the outer side of the long, low barn which was (expertly painted green and white, the traditional colors of Belmont Park. I fondled the smooth boards and thought., "This Is it. My dream!" All my life I had thought about coming here, but my brother wouldn't let• me because Dad had been killed by a race horse. Tom, my brother, owned race horses. lots of them, and he always feared that I would be killed also. He was in Florida now, ......and ...dI: had :._j run away from home to come here. I slipped into a hay stall, as a g B, by. - - My wiry form —........... .. guard' came whistling fitted easily between the bales, and I decided to sleep there. Dumping my few belong ings on the floor, I sat down, wearied by my long journey. The reason for my <conning ■ - 'here . was to ' save my, 'horse, or I.................................. called him that, 'because _________ Dad_ had said I could have him when he was a colt, but Tom wouldn't let me keep him. ..... He said Darkle, my nickname for Dark Night, was too vicious; he was too, except with1 me, Those other people just didn't understand, and now they were going to shoot him.

I shuddered and decided to look for his stall. IIt was. not .. A. hard, for............ it was just a couple of aisles down from the hay stack. I tiptoed past a sleeping oldJ man. softly slipped back the bolt and entered the stall.

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"Look here, son," he said, "what are 'you doing In that horse's stall? How did you get in there anyway?" IHe ' stepped inside and moved toward Darkie. The h _ ---------.lorse turned and lashed out, missing the5 man by Inches. The man slipped and fell. The horse reared high above him, hatred gleaming In his eyes. -ft;-

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But, son, no one can ride him. Two of our boys are laid up In the hospital because of him. No, I'm sorry, son. He's got to be shot tomorrow."

No! No!" I wailed. I leaped on Darkie's back. Before the man could say anything, we were out of the door and on the track. I felt the muscles tense, ready Steady, boy. to buck. "Steady, boy." He relaxed. Suddenly I realized I had no bridle. Only the halter with a short rope enabled me to hold him.. "Let's see if you remember what I ve taught you," iI pulled on the rope ever so slightly, and he responded almost immediately. In the meantime everybody had come running out yelling.

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"He'll be killed," I heard. I only chuckled and the glossy back. It was a wonderful feeling to have whose flashing, easy strides seemed to be endless. gradually we came to a stop. We trotted up to pulled up.

settled down more firmly on a powerful horse under you, Satisfied, I leaned back, and the small bunch of men and

"You gave us a scare, son, but I'll tell you what I'll do. Take this horse over to the old barns, I won't tell your brother, Tom, about it and he'll think the horse If you can get somebody to take this horse somewhere to keep, he's is dead, yours," One of the men stepped forward. I've got an old barn quite near your home. "Son," he said, "I've for you, and you can pay me when you get the money,"

"Gee, thanks, sir," I exclaimed, "You don't know how much this means to me," We arrived at the home about 3 A,M,, and after I had bedded Darkle down and thanked the man again, I started cn the short walk homeward. All the lights were on, and when I walked In the door. Mother came rushing forward.

I've been worried half to death."

"All right, son," she said, slumping into Into a chair, "thank the Lord you're safe." I went to bed with dreams of my horse buzzing around in my head.

The next day was cool and crisp. As I sneaked out of the house at six, leaving a not for Mother telling her I was leaving with a bunch of boys, I felt marvelous, It was summer, and all that I had on was a striped shirt and a pair of "jeans". I stopped in the cellar, and hauled out the carefully polished saddle and bridle, that had been my father's and that I had kept hidden. Once out of sight of home, I started whistling. "Morning, boy," I said as I rounded the corner of the

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The day of the show arrived. It was beautiful weather—just right. I arrived early to get Darkie used to the fences. My one class was the second one, and as we went into the ring, my/ heart was in my mouth, although I was bursting with pride. "Steady, boy, cne ence good, not too fast, boy, easy, that's it. We completed the course amidst the cheers of the audience. All of a sudden Darkie swerved at a paper on the ground, reared in fright, and threw me to the ground. I jumped up and walked out of the ring, my horse following me. 'I am probably disqualified," I thought. I turned to leave when I heard the announcer say over the microphone. I

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up now, He was stepped said.

This horse will never run again. Take him home; in time this will heal up, and you can hack him, but he'll never race again. It's too bad. He's a very good horse." He mumbled something else which I didn't hear.

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said," Mother answered, unable I didn't quite catch what you said,

to believe her ears. Please hurry and get him.

He looks

kinda hungry." "But there must be some mistake. . .

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The expressman was obviously tired and had no wish to keep a lion overnight,

Mother hung up the 'phone, collapsed in ai chair, and considered in a dazed fashion who had""thought up the idea of sending us a lion. Finally light dawned, dawned. great practical joker. But Uncle Fred, who lives in Africa, had always been a (_

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She rounded up the family.

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Our next headache was how to get him home. He was obviously too big for ................ the car. We finally decided to wait until Itt was dark, and lead him home behind the car. At three o'clock in the morning, we were half-way home, when we saw a police-car approaching. Quick as thought, we all made a wild dive for the bushes with Toby, who let out a horrible scream of hurt pride at being tugged so hard. The police-car stopped and the occupants got out.

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On arriving home, we put our pet in the garage with the dogs to sleep. You can imagine our Irish cook's horror In the morning when she openedthe door, ex pecting two small terriers to appear and out came a huge lion. Toby Immediately loved both horses, and played with them Incessantly. Unfortunately he also loved the sticky mud of our tennis courts: It is mud three fourths of the year, and he rolled in it every morning. This put the court out of action for the remaining fourth of the year, but we all decided that a ruined tennis court was nothing com pared to a real live lion.

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but Father soon convinced her that It was very simple.

step on the gas and steer the car In. over the driver's seat.

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Assuming a confidence she was far from feeling, she began

to carry out Father's Instructions.

Now this may seem all well and good to you, but you are in for a surprise.

When Mother had steered the car gently into the garage, instead of putting her

foot on the brake, she screamed,

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going.

With a great crash the car went throug'h the back of the garage minus one

driver.

Yes, it was Mother.

What happened to her?

Fantastic as It may seem,

my Mother was hanging on a nail looking helplessly at my Father, who couldn't

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This was Monday,

and on Sunday night I had gone to the movies and seen "The Voice of

Sandra had been dying to see it, and after I had raved on

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endlessly, she decided she'd just have to see it that night. Well, I didn't

want Sandra to go into Stamford all by herself, and since it was such a

terrific movie, well . . . you know how it is. So we 'hopped into the rattle trap and were off.

Somehow the picture wasn't half as terrific the second

time, but I managed to keep smiling all the way through. In large, round numbers I'd say it was about 10:30 when we entered I

the dark streets of Stamford.

The car was at the Avon Parking lot, and

Sandra climbed in while I proceeded to start the car. once, because the motor was suddenly roaring.

I just had to try

I couldn't figure out why,

so I quick, like a bunny turned the switch off, and that doggone ungrateful

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happened to the poor thing.

It didn't take long to discover that the ac-

celerator was flat on the floor and just wouldn't budge.

up and decided to call Sandra's mother.

We finally gave

There wasn't a place in town

open, so we went, just as fast as our feet could carry us, to the Police

Station. they?

They're nice, aren't

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drop in sometime and see them. . . .

Oh, you have?

You should

They are unusual,

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All in all, I'd say we'd had it!

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Our Pride and Joy One of the most exciting days of my life, I thought, would be the day I should get my license.

Ford instead of a conveniences.

1929.

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The 1929 Ford keeps us a bit busier with all its

The gas tank leaks and in order to prevent this eccentricity,

a knob under the hood has to be turned on and off after we get out and

before we get In.

One day It was storming quite badly and I had to take our chariot to town to fetch a friend who was coming for dinner.

The light little

buggy jumps ever time she goes over an ant hill; in fact she nearly takes

off when she goes over a graduated pebble — one special advantage is

whenever there are puddles and the chariot hits them, the driver Is given a complete bathing from knee to toe. The reason for this new ImproveOh yes, and if it Is raining anything ment Is that the floor is aerated,

more than a drizzle, <cne of our privileged passengers may have the beginnings of a hair wash,. All that is needed is some "Drene" and they would be all set.

But on this special day I was no wetter than usual, and everything was just about fine.

I reached my destination, struggled out, turned the

gas off and went to get our dinner guest.

She said she was ready, and

forty-five minutes later we were off. It was raining harder now, and just as we reached the intersection near Yale and Town, at congestion time, the lUtfe darling stalled. She wouldn't start. Cars started honking! I tried again!

No go, she'd had It.

Then the light dawned,

and 1 jumped out into an

enormous puddle, lifted the hood and fixed the gas.

I climbed in again e?^

and she purred like a sick kitten. Homeward bound once more, we ar rived wetter than when we started, my friend weak from laughter, and I ready to sell our pride and joy for almost nothing. Barbara Thomson '48

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Judy McCoy, Grade 3

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But v/hat I want most is For the pansies to take their bow.

Sweet flowers all over, In gardens, in fields;

In woods there are wild flowers. The trees are their shields.

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A few years later, on peeking f between the iron railing of Christ's Hospital, the Charity School, the observer would see this same boy In recreation hour with his blue gown tucked up, playing ball with his fellows. He seems rather better fed and happier than some, owing to an old aunt, who provides him with goodies, and also to a patron, Samuel Salt, who keeps from him the harsher forms of punishment.

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On holidays, when most boys go swimming or follow other robust. boyish pursuits, Charles Lamb goes to visit an old relative, who Ilves alone as housekeeper in a splendid, old mansion. He spends his holiday indoors, wandering through the dark passages, imagining he Is descended from the aristocratic faces hanging on the walls, instead of the tattered shepherd on the distant hillside. A much-used volume of Cowley lies on the shelf in lhe hot storeroom, where he left it when his eyes became tired of perusing Its contents. As he lies In bed, his eyes fall upon the tapestries on the wall, his breath quickens, and he quakes in terror of the horrors they depict.

This boy, who is by now a man, is an affectionate and devoted brother. His brother, John, is a pig-headed, selfish beast, but Charles can find no fault with him. He admires his courage; his kindness to him when he was a little boy: the way he would do things no one would dare to do. The only thing that he can find wrong with his brother Is that he is rather inconsistent. He collects expensive pictures and books, while preaching economy — and champs impatiently, while expounding the virtues of patience.

While his brother is his direct opposite, Charles' sister, Mary, is more akin to him in spirit. Both are ardent readers, Mary being the better judge of morals, but Charles, the more accurate judge of fact. She is a wonderful companion, sharing his tastes and acting as a mother to him. Though she at times has spells of madness and has to be shut up in a sanitorlum, she has a brilliant mind. Charles never mentions this in his essays, nor does he ever complain of the fact that he gave up his own happiness to dedicate his life to taking care of her.

Mary, looking Into her flowered teacup, purchased years ago, when their means were small and the price of a teacup too large to be met without hoarding and skimping, sighs, "A purchase is but a purchase, now that you have money enough to spare. Formerly it used to be a triumph. Do you remember where It was we used to sit, when we saw the battle of Hexham, and the Surrender of Calais, and Bannister and Mrs.

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And, while we are drifting back to the days when the Lambs were poor Lambs indeed, let us go back a little further still to the South Sea great and glorious dream, where the accountants House, that remnant of ai g Look, there still labor at their tasks, though that dream is lost forever, is old Evans, the cashier, with his hair powdered and frizzed out. He is gib-cat over his counter the "last of that race of beaux." "Melancholy as a g all the forenoon, I think I see him making up his cash (as they call it) with tremulous fingers, as if he feared everyone about him was a defaulter; in his hypochondry, ready to imagine himself one; haunted, at least, with the idea of the possibility of his becoming one." And there is John Tipp, the accountant. He "thought an accountant the greatest character in the world, and himself the greatest accountant in It." It is a blessing he is at his work and not playing that abominable fiddle of his! I don't seem to see our young friend. Lamb, anywhere in evidence. Maybe he has sunk out of sight through the tarnished, gilt-leather covering of his bench —or maybe he has vanished with the silver inkstands into the oblivion of the out-dated wall maps.

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Here is a friend of his, George Dyer by name, and who, from his looks, could be easily folded up and placed on a bookshelf, without any one's knowing the difference. He is a student. That is all one would need say about him except for his having an over-abundance of that scholarly He was once known, in the course of a half frait,—absent-mindedness. hour, to have called twice at the same house without realizing the inanity of the act, until, upon calling for the guest book, he saw his own name there, lhe ink scarcely dry. Another time, so absorbed was he in his medi tations, that he walked right into a river without Interrupting his reverie and sank without a struggle. It was mere chance that Charles Lamb hap pened to be watching and pulled him out before too much damage was done.

Before we leave Charles Lamb let us take a look at the character of the man: his whole life one of service to his sister; the woman he loved and children sacrificed for her sake — and all this without a murmer of self-pity. 1 can see him in his bachelor armchair watching his dream children fade into oblivion as they murmer, "We are nothing; less than nothing: and dreams." — and he turns with quiet resignation to the faith ful Bridget by his side. Louise Hawkins '48

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Miss Whitefield, arrayed in a white flowing gown, was escorted to her

place by her guardian, Mr. Roebuck Ramsden. Mr. Tanner followed rather

unwillingly, sporting a suit of clol'hes that might have been used for a bill board advertisement,

'What the well-dressed fisherman will wear."

This service was one of the most unusual ever witnessed by this re

porter.

Mr. Tanner instead of repeating the customary, "I do", answered

The ceremony concluded when Mr. Tanner called forth the I"? weeping best man, Mr. Octavius Robinson, to kiss the bride for him. "Must

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My earth was like a waterfall,

Its stream the human race, Which surged unbroken to the wall.

Then fell while more kept pace.

But when men find there is no worth in prejudice and pride, There may be time to have my earth

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When I awoke on that beautiful March day, I realized how fortunate I was. For the first time in my life I would be present at the festival of Dionysius, which would be held in the amphitheater at the bottom , of t'he, Acropolis. One of the tragedies to be performed, and the only one I would see, was the "Alcestis" by FEuripides. ■ ' . ...........time, my soul would ■ ■ •be purged............................ That• day, for the first by the emotions of pity and terror., as I watched this great drama.

While my slave, Theodosia, was Ihelping me dress, she said meekly, "Mistress Daphne, I envy you SO. so. I have never been to a festival of Dionysius, but, alas, I know my place. Only Marciper, your father's steward, warrants that honor."

As I heard this plaintive speech, I had the most ridiculous Impression that maybe Theodosia was really a human being and not a slave, slave. But how silly I was! Father had bought her in the slave market, so naturally s'he she was not a human being.

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Since my father was a member of the Areopagus, our seats were excellent. Soon the high priest appeared at the altar and after the opening sacrifices and prayers had been piously performed, the tragedy began. The first thing I noticed was what gigantic proportions Apollo possessed. I was almost led to believe that he was truly Apollo, come from Mt. Olympus, until I noticed the high built-up soles, the huge wig, and the padded clothing the actor wore, which made him assume such a size, I later saw that all the actors used the same device to make themselves seem larger. As the play progressed into the death scene, my lips began to tremble, and the stage seemed to be a blurred mass of colors. I looked about me and saw that the rest of the audience was affected In the same fashion. Even my father was weeping.

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1 I cuddled a little closer to the soft, downy pillow of my bed; I shivered a mo ment. I was tired after my long evening walk.

Though I'm living in a world with other people, at times I am aware only of myself and my immediate surroundings. I did not think of the individual lives of others. I had walked down a street many times, and yet I had not heard its songs of love and hate, joy and sorrow that it hums. But on this day it was different Then I listened, I walked, I watched, I heard the songs and lived a dozen lives instead of one. I

I listened to the music of footsteps. There were a great many people on the street as a destination had to be reached. Something had to be accomplished. They moved recklessly across the street. There was a minute to be saved—sixty seconds. I wondered how much could be done In that minute; an extra curl comb ed, an extra bite eaten, an extra page read? The footsteps hurried on, beating their ceaseless song as they touched the pavement.

There were other themes In this song. There were rhythms and The elevated trains shrieking by, the constant honking of the horns, zing sound of the wheels against the street—all sang the song of was a good song, the tune of the working people. Yet there were heard; ones of despair.

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I listened. From a platform on wheels, with half a man on it, came a song, It was a song for pennies, but it was not a good song. The tune was familiar but there were no words; just a moaning, quavering voice, rising and falling on the turbulent air. The people, as they passed, turned their faces away in order not to see and hear. I heard more music today, more music of despair: the unsteady rhythmI of a blind man's cane tapping on the cement, beating out a path; the snoring of ।an intoxicated man in a doorway, v/lth nothing to do but sleep and forget.

Yes, I heard terrible songs, but I also heard beautiful ones too. The lilting laughter of school children whose quick giggles brightened the somber streets. The organ grinder's song was clear and gay. The newsboys' chant, the whistle of the ferryboat, the grating sound of roller skates were all songs, beautiful and strong. I listened — I watched, of just one.

I heard the song and I lived a dozen lives instead

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The dark, rangy young man ambled along a narrow country road. He Inhaled deeply, and the rough, rather homely faces was transfigured by a delighted grin, The smile rremained while he took the crumpled cigarette package from his pocket, He lit a <cigarette and watched, with deep concentration, the smoke spiral upwards in the soft, spring air. & ‘.'ey

It was good, real good,-----to, find complete .111^ 'woi 11 I c peace f^c;u\_c;| lie iiiouyiii, "not i HJI the iiie kind mhuj he thought, 1 II. ..... you dreamed about overseas; or the kind you heard the phony politicians plug about, but a relaxed, an almost at-peace-wlth-the-world feeling." At this he laughed aloud, and his expression became a sardonic one.

"At-peace-with-the-world, that's a good one. You go overseas and fight for all you're worth and nearly get your brains blown out. F.. _____ ,, For what? Your country: a country full of hate, misery and everyone grabbing what they can get and not giving a damn about anyone else. Yeh, quite a world." He was brought out of his deep thoughts by a sudden pain in his hand. He grinned sheepishly at the old habit of smoking the cigarette for all it was worth. Another army trait to remind him of the years he tried so hard to forget. Wasted years, fighting for a democracy that he knew, now, could never come about.

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"Oh." With that she sat down. I ........................ He looked down at her, and suddenly he knew he wanted more than anything to talk to someone, even If it was; a five or six year old child.

"How old are you?" he said with stiff formality.

"I'm six, almost six and a half."

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"Nothing," he laughed, "It's just an expression." "Oh." "Where do you live?" "Over there."

She pointed a grimy hand at a small farmhouse.

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"Who's Jamie? "You'll see."

She sprang up,

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But you can call me Jennifer Lee.

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Daddy was a Captain.

"Really?"

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Daddy says the world's overridden with kids. S^ So If kids don't hate anyone and husbands and wives don't, who Is there left to hate?" Well, Jenny, I don't know." He looked at the pug-nosed, pig-tailed youngster. !She made everything sound so easy. Maybe things weren't as bad as he thought.

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"Gee, that's tough." "Do you really think so? I don't. He can do and feel so many things that Don't feel sorry for him. I really have to go now. Bye, come again." I can't.

"I will." With that she was gone, the huge dog lumbering after her slight figure.

He stood up slowly, and walked back again towards town; a little different from the man who had come out here embittered by life. Unconsciously he straightened his shoulders and breathed the fresh, country air again. This wasn't such a bad place to live in after all; there was a whole new generation in the mak ing; the world wouldn't fall apart just yet. What was the psalm he had learned in Sunday School, something about "Peace Among the Nations. Nations." It went: "And the wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and' the shall He down with the kid; and the v_:; ............................... " 'leopard , .............. ' calf and the young lion and the fatiing together; and a little child shall lead

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beside her in the bean fields, bendSuddenly, as if .. by magic, figures appeared ,----- , Ing over their work without enthusiasm. Here were the strong, supple backs and the nimble fingers, the fingers which hardly seemed attached to those disinterested bodies. Here was a face bronzed by the sun, there one of a hue Imported from the West Indies, working together as if by the same power, working to some unknown and exotic rhythm, "On, on, on," they seemed to say, "forget the sun, the pelting, scorching sun, the brazen sun; work, work, work, on and on, that is life, that, our all."

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(Bean picking is an endurance test tor the uninitiated, consisting of taking muddy, sticky beans off the vines, as fast as you can, as long as you can. You basket, and after what seems an eternity, you empty your put the beans into al' full basket into a sack.)

The noon whistle blew temptingly, but she ignored it and the figures seated In the shade of a gnarled apple tree In her desperate effort to fill another sack. Towards mid-afternoon she straightened her back momentarily to soothe the ex cruciating pain, set her jaw, and stubbornly went on. Her raw fingers called out in protest, but she would not listen.

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Heretofore my only ties with England s capital city had been through a pet English bulldog, who insisted that he originally came from London.

He was near the end of his life and was yearning to see his birthplace once more. Therefore Crumpets and I set sail for England. . . . Here was London and here were we just beginning to get acquainted. We were walking across Westminister bridge when suddenly we heard chimes, We looked up, and at the end of the bridge stood Big Ben In

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To hear these chimes that were being broadcast all over the world, did Crumpets' heart good. I, preparing to be the next President of the United States, was more interested in the Houses of Par liament, the seat of the English Empire.

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From here my companion and I went to the top of Ludgate Hill to

see a masterpiece of architecture, Saint Paul's Cathedral.

I gazed at the

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how such a beautiful building was ever erected.

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in I 866. We sauntered down the picturesque Charing Cross Road, and when

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I noticed that the London Lloyds

insurance company made their home adjacent to the Royal Exchange.

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stop.

It was Westminster Abbey with its two Imposing spires which had

beckoned Londoners to many coronations.

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The upper school council succeeded in putting through some uniform improvements. We hope that in turning over the council to the class of '49, they will be able to have the school back in complete uniform and be able to preserve the honor, the goodwill and the driving spirit that has always characterized Low-Heywood.

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During the hot summer months, a plan was being hatched in the minds of a tew undergrads Low-Heywood. These brave souls were none other than the present Seniors.

On the fifteenth of October, in the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and forty-seven — It happened. The Hey-Day, the first newspaper Low-Heywood has ever known, rolled from the presses Into the eager hands of its subscribers. A milestone had been reach ed in the progress of our school. Our publication was far from perfect, but each succeeding issue has been so tar superior to the last, that we have hopes that next year’s staff will be able to turn our enthusiastic effort from a cub sheet into a real newspaper. We hope that they will improve upon our style, having learned from our mistakes.

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The last event of the year will be the Spring Festival, when Low-Heywood

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Athletic Association BOBBIE GOERKE, President Left to right; front row—Bonnie Cushman, Sandra Woodworth, Bettejane Regnemer; back row—Bobbie Goerke, Sally Everett, Judy Mclinar. The A. A. opened the school year by welcoming the new and old girls to a party. Throughout thes season, schedules were arranged, trans portation difficulties were :solved and equipment was kept intact by the industrious members cf the A.A. Towards the end of the year, these members were hard to find, for they were busily planning a bigger and better cupnight, cupnight. one ot the main events of the year. Next year will do well to follow the shining example of the '48 Athletic Association.

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Standing—Jane Scott, Bonnie Gushman, Lydia Jacob, Ann Ludwig, Elise Mejia, Pat Hoyt, Ann Williams.

1948 saw the first undefeated hockey season in eleven years. The never failing spirit of the school and the enthusiastic guidance of Miss Glark were the main factors in our victories. We hope that next year will bring the second consecutive undefeated season. After a short comic opera by both teams, the traditional rivalry was The Blacks mustering unknown strength forced the Blues to a oneon.

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The basketball team, although not as successful as the hockey team, played well in every game. The girls deserve a great deal of credit. With a little more enthusiasm from the school girls, the basketball team next year might be expected to win a greater number of games. The Blue-Black game was the highlight of the season, with every member of grades 7 and 9-12 participating. Neither team was ahead by more than three points at a time. When the final whistle blew the Blues were on top by a single point. Daycroft Greenwich Sacred Heart Rosemary Cherry Lav/n Rye

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163 Bedford Street

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Stamford, Conn.

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Stamford, Conn.

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Hardware and Housing Furnishings 209 BEDFORD STREET

STAMFORD. CONN.

Phone 3-4731

Universal Vacuum Cleaners — Electrical Appliances BPS Paints — Garden Tools — Seeds — Supplies

Floor Sanders for Rent

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KEIL AND KEIL 13 Broad S+reef

Stamford, Conn.

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BROCKTON MANOR. Inc. Stamford, Connecticut

The WILLIAM H. JONES

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Drug Stores

545 Bedford S+.,

Stamford, Conn.

M. C. Brockway & E. J. Bouton

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WISE'S PAINT STORE, Inc. 28 Pacific Street

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172 Bedford Street

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Stamford, Conn.

187 Main St.

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"A ROOM WITH A VIEW"

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SPORTING GOODS

School Athletic Equipment TENNIS

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BASS & OFFICIAL GIRL SCOUT SHOES

Hartwell - Brady Company ROBERG'S Danbury's Best Men's Store

Stamford, Connecticut

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DIAMONDS

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59 Atlantic St.

The Best In Milk for

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LADIES' TAILOR and FURRIER

17 Atlantic Street Stamford, Conn.

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18 Park Row Stamford, Conn.

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69 BROAD STREET

STAMFORD. CONN.

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PARK AUTO SALES I 14 Manhattan St.

Stamford, Conn.

Phone 4-5714 Diamond Mounting

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Special Order

TROPHIES

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HOOVER

312 Main St.

EASY THOR

Stamford, Conn.

Telephone 4-2016

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Products & Service

THE DAVENPORT TAXI

Since 1910

433 Main St.

Stamford 4-2136

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INSTITUTE EVERYTHING

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Stamford, Conn.

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Glenbrook, Conn.

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Coviello Bros.

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Stamford, Conn.

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Stenographic Secretarial Higher Accounting and Business Administration

Executive Secretarial Junior Accounting Veterans Tilaining Program (Under G. L Bill of Rights)

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A / A-