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The Thomas School began with eleven students and nine faculty. Since then, the school has grown and our traditions with it. Together we experienced rainy Field Days, off-key chorales and in-key concerts, Christmas Plays during b liz­ zards, and mumbled M icahs.

And by far the most special to all was the feeling between faculty and stu­ dents — one of respect and love, which helped us all, teachers and students alike, to be, as Miss Thomas desired, our own best selves.

We hope that we have finished in the spirit with which Miss Thomas began, for it is to her, her ideals, and the school as we knew it that we dedicate our yearbook.

There is a sumptuous vari­ e ty a b o u t N ew E n g la n d w e ath e r . . . In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of twentyfour hours.

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Som etim es endings are nothing m ore than that. Som etim es they are new beginnings. As you go off to other schools next fall you have it in your power to plant in them something of what was good at Thomas. Your new schools w ill be different because you are there, and better because you are there, if you make it so.

W herever you are in the years ahead, to all of you I wish good health, many interests, a disciplined purposeful life, someone to love, and the happiness that these things bring.

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Paul Simon

I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to te ach , and not, w hen I cam e to d ie , d isco ver that I had not lived.

Henry David Thoreau

Tan "O h , Hon" Pres, of M .F.C .

Q ueenie M r. Hushie w alking Pharmacy Falcoon m em ber of Stam ford C h ain Gang Fledgling Stanley Birdge.

And the seasons, they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down.

W e're captive on a carousel of tim e.

We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came And go round and round and round in the circle game.

Joni M itchell

And so you see I have com e to doubt All that I once held as true; I stand alone without beliefs, The only truth I know is you.

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"C o m e on you guys, cool it" D o lp h in and Yearb o o k "F a r o u t" W en d y's prodigy " O h , ankie rot" Gerry

And on her forehead sits a fire, She sets her forward countenance, And leaping into future chance Leaves all things to desire.

Tennyson

M ingle a little folly with your wisdom , a little nonsense now and then is pleasant.

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Friendship can spring up any day.

For its never more than a sm ile away.

With eye upraised his master's looks to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man The rich man's guardian, and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.

George Crabbe

G litter the Bomb pecan pie high heeled sweat pants " O h , A m an d a " cram m ing with Kennedy "M a a a rry !"

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I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Bob Dylan

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Peterson's Pet Bayonet blushes "O h gawd" Judy

"Farth er along we'll know more about it Farther along w e'll understand why .

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jockette "T h e C h ie f" S u p er S h e ll M e m b e r of M .F .C .

H azel and B lanch e "T h a t's R id ic u lo u s" M eatball "E xtra " "N o n o n o n o !" deadly eyes doorknobs Se­ nior a go-go "E e -e e !"

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Crossed a line around the changes of the summer Reaching out to call the colour of the sky, Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.

Getting over all th e tim e I had to worry Leaving all the changes far from far behind W e relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.

Down at the end Round by the corner Close to the edge Just by the river Seasons w ill pass you by I get up, I get down Now that it's all over and done Now that you find, now that you're w hole.

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Josie Pecker V.P. "C o m e on girls."

M otz N urse N ancy " O y !"

Frenching beds " K a th y !" adrunka FO O D ! ballet M unchkin talk A nkie Jimmy Mac w izkid co n k­ ing out Toyota

" . . . born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the w orld is m ad."

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Billy Bang Bang "Page 13 already?"

"Lau rie , where's your car?" w riting letters to N .J., K .V ., C .S. "tu sh y" Herman Joke.

The world is filled with zanies and fools who don't believe in sensible rules, And don't believe what sensible people say, And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes, Impossible things are happening every day.

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There was a young girl whose heart was a frow n, 'Cause she was crippled for life and couldn't speak a sound.

And she wished and prayed she would stop living, So she decided to die.

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But then a sight she never seen made her jump up and say, "Lo o k , a Golden Winged Ship is passing my way.

And it really didn't have to stop . . . it just kept on going.

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Senior-a-go-go " E e -e e !" . . . the bump . Yale-Duke men Knitting wedgies in gym .

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T h e p ric e of hating o ther human beings is loving oneself less.

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Som ething th e re outside says w e 're only in the hands of tim e falling slow ly. It's there for us to know with love that we can go, burn slowly the candle of I if e The Moody Blues

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I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me.

I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, and more than any fate could have done to make me happy.

You have done it without a touch, w ith ­ out a w ord, without a sign.

You have doe it by being yourself.

Perhaps that is what being a friend means, after all.

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K iller w hiz kid always in the Sports O ffice m an­ ager . jo ck e tte ju n io r M u n chkin talk hom emades potato chips and onion dip “ H o yt!" dai­ quiri "gotta take my eyes out" candy person " N a n !" aggie adrunka comet friends with Pete.

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S a n d y B r i d g e is the proud ow ner of an Italian Bakery on the co rn er of 42nd St. and Broadway. She is best known for her delicious, extra-long Italian loaves.

A n n C a l l a h a n is p resident of the Josten's A m e rican Ye arb o o k C o . and has just shocked her friends with her announcem ent of her engagement to Tony Costanzo (after seeing Peter for so long).

Sue C o h n is helping em otionally disturbed horses through dream analysis.

M a r y C o l e t t i , w hile walking her array of dogs down Park Ave. was run over by a stray Peek-a-Poo. She is now in the Intensive Care unit m uttering, â&#x20AC;&#x153; What? W hat! W h at?!"

D e b b i e G i l m a n , when not w orking on her 1927 Rolls Royce, is developing a cure for the shyness of turtles.

B u t f y E i s e m a n , after apparently dropping Latin 13, was last seen w andering aimlessly east in search of a Tequila Sunrise.

M i c h e l e F u l l e r , besides being well known for her first string position on the New York Rangers, is concentrating her efforts on a "D ia l-a -lo k e " com pany.

S h e l b y J a c o b is head bartender at the Caribbean H ilton, and m arried to a hunk.

N a n c y J o s e m is doing dance therapy with students w ho play the French horn with their noses.

L a u r i e K a l i f f is now a happily married m other of seven. She models hockey outfits for Vogue in her spare tim e.

C a il L a u n d o n is now starring in the new production of Lady G odiva, in w hich she rides a Porshe and searches for a tiger to put in her tank.

J e n n y L a u r i e was found frozen in the A dirondacks. Miss Peterson says that if she miss­ es one more M onday, she w ill kick Jenny out of Project Aw areness.

B e t h L e o n a r d has tem porarily stoppeo her lessons at A nne M arie's to prepare for her big race against M ario Andretti.

C a y a u r a P r i t z is presently singing her hit song, "Turn Back, O M a n ", in a nightclub in Cape Breton.

P a t t y R a y m o n d was last seen swim m ing off with a school of sharks. M r. Reiskind was rumored to b e among the group.

C a t h e r i n e S a x o n , after becom ing the first woman athlete to " d ig " her way to Japan, slid off the edge of the w orld on her knee pads.

L o r a i n e S i m p s o n , recently the ow ner of Loraine's-Luncheonette (Dew ey's Delicatessan) has retired since selling her laugh to the Can Laugh Com pany for one million dollars.

is the manager of a New York dog track and is still studying her lines for the Christm as Play.

K a t h y V e t t e r , after a hard night, boiled her gum and stuck her contacts behind her ear.

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K a r e n P e t e r s o n is finally able to graduate from U .B. after turning in her brilliant thesis "Lo o king at Sports From A Psychological V ie w p o in t".

Prints G littering on the frozen ground, Snowflakes fall slowly from the clouds above.

Birds jum p around on top of it, leaving footprints.

The great, white wings flap through the air, So gracefully up and down.

From a distance, you hear a faint honk, soundprints of the w hite goose.

Susan Cohn

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As the sun rises to meet the day And the wind flows free with the tide W hen the tide goes from its highs to its lows I will walk along the crooked path Until the sun slowly sets to the night Gail Laundon

FIRE A LA R M G loria and Ernest w ere up on the prom enade deck lazily staring into each others eyes. Everyone else, except the Sponges and Miss W alkenshaw was down on the lower deck looking at the whales and icebergs that w eren't. As everyone was doing this, Miss W alkenshaw sneaked out on the deck and pulled the main alarm that set off all the o th足 er fire alarm s.

B O N G ! BO N G ! BO N G ! BLEEP! BEEP 000000 000000. "W h at is that?" Boozy said to him self as he took the bottle from his mouth. He was so drunk he didn't know what was happening anyway. Everyone came pushing, crashing, and screaming down the stairs.

"H e y what's going on ?" Bunny said as she stood fatly in the door holding a plate of lemon chiffon pie and a weight watchers magazine.

"It's a fire !" screamed M rs. Kelpie at the top of her lungs.

Just then, down in the w ine cellar. Eric and Am y untied the rope around them . It was very easy because Miss W alkenshaw didn't tie too w ell. Then Eric opened the door, so calm ly you'd think Miss W alkenshaw hadn't even bothered to close it.

"Eric? Eric? What are we going to do?"

"W ill you be quiet? M Y fantastic mind is at w o rk ."

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"But! we better get out of here quick before the ship burns d o w n ." " 0 , K . " Am y! If that's what you want to do. Just desert the shop and never find out who that thief w a s . O .K ., O .K ., I won't argue. A lright, be a sore lo ser!"

"W ill you cut it out, Eric? And come o n !"

"E ric! Am y! W here are you?" M rs. Kelpie scream ed, "O h ! there you are. Com e o n ," she gently shoved her two children into the life boat.

"M o m , M o m !" Eric tried to explain what had happened. Every one was in the boats and Captain Nauta was trying to explain the safety procedures w hich he had learned in his boy scout training.

W hile everything was happening upstairs someone very suspicious was downstairs.

Miss W alkenshaw placed the last of the jewels on the chandeleir. W hen she had fin 足 ished she heard a loud noise as she clim bed off the table. The hiss had turned into a grunt and then a sly laugh. There was an almost silent bang and a shuffle. Miss W alken 足 shaw started on her way. Upstairs a lot was happening.

Stomp! Stomp! Crash! Bunny Sponge had fallen off the ship! (You could have told it, it did seem quite a bit lighter). Everyone screamed. Boozy Sponge was in hysterics and the ch ild re n w o n d ered if th e re had been a nuclear e xp lo sio n . C aptain Nauta was throwing life jackets off the side of the lifeboat to keep her afloat. She really didn't need them. Everyone was peering over the side of the life boat when they heard a slight yell.

It was Bunny. She said that she was all right, and there were no broken bones and ac足 tually she thought it was kind of fun. A great cheer came from everyone. What had happened was that she had gone to get her cake and bool and when she was coming back she started to run because she feared they would leave without her. But! her aim was not quite right. Captain Nauta said that everyone should stop worrying and think about the fire. All of a sudden smoke poured out of the ship. Poor Miss W alkenshaw was so scared she started to scream. The Captain heard her. He jumped out of the life boat and onto the deck. W hen he came in he found Miss W alkenshaw screaming. He

brought her out to the lifeboat then he dashed back into the ship. He peered around.

The sm oke was blinding. He came into the kitchen where the smoke was fading, and opened the huge oven door. Th ere, in the oven, was a small piece of what had been a huge pot-roast. A small fire flickered out.

The Captain came on board yelling. " It was only the pot-roast! It had gotten too hot and eventually caught on fire !"

"Let's cele b rate." suggested Boozy.

"Y es, le t's," cried everyone.

"H e y , what about m e?" Bunny cried. "W e didn't forget."

Three hours and a half later they were all in the banquet room toasting. The Captain stared at M rs. Kelpie. He had that look in his eye. Just then something fell off the chandeleir.

"W h at was that?" the Captain said.

"O h ! N othing." replied Miss W alkenshaw.

At nine o'clock Miss W alkenshaw placed all the stolen goods back. She was so grate­ ful that the Captain actually saved her from the burning flames even though there w er­ en't any.

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I walked into a strange, deserted garden. In the garden, there sat a solitary statue w hich is som ehow fam iliar — how I can't rem em ber. I walked around the garden sm elling the light, tantalizing juniper. Flashbacks of the statue kept coming back as visions in my mind. I sat down on a cold, stone bench and fo n ­ dled the laburnum as it drooped over my shoulder. I was surrounded by large green plants and winding footpaths. I sauntered over to the statue and pon­ dered over it, bemused. It was of a girl. In studying the structure of the face I noticed her cat-shaped eyes, high cheek bones and her small gentle smile, with a slight indentation in the cheek. Her hair straggled to her shoulders and fell limp around her face. She sat in a pose of deep thought. I copied her and then laughed at myself.

The garden was such a quiet place. I sat down and spoke to the statue, I talked to her about many things: my life, what I loved and hated. She stared back at me in an understanding sort of way. I moved closer to get a better glance. Bit by bit her face melted into a memory of the present. I spoke to my­ self in silence. W here had I seen that face before? Abruptly, I sprang to my feet and ran to the statue. I had recognized the face — it was my own that smiled at me from those stone eyes.

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From the horny face a small thin taut pink string emerged and curled as it rose through the dry air.

Infinite patience possessed the motion of its eye as it opened and closed and opened again.

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Lorna N icholls, Pam Kilbourn, Mary Lou W ilkinson, Melissa Lander, Sharon Hannibal, Jill Leonard, Kyle Bogner, Susan Taylor, Brenda Tyson, Mary Beth G ardella, Marian W eaver.

" in the early days they w ere like the unicorn, wild and uncom m itted, which creature cannot be caught by the hunter, no matter how skillful.

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"W h e n you wake up in the m orning, Po o h," said Piglet at last, "w hat's the first thing you say to yourself?"

"W hat's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "W h at do you say, Piglet?" " I say, I w onder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.

"It's the same th in g ," he said.

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Holly Sherwood, Lisa Jew ett,Tracy Lazaroff, Sara D ickey, Cindy W isch, Alison Knauth, Harriet Rogers, Mary Kilbourn, Laura Lander, Linda W ilkinson, Beverly Au, Brigitte Tyson, Alix Boots, Francesca Day, Martha Vogel, Louisa Korm endi, M erle W ashington, Lucy Buckley, Sue M o rrill, Karen O lsson. Absent: Jessica H effernan.

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W endy W edell, Pam Sherwood, Buffy Truslow , Donna Horne, Veronica Little, Lisa Laurie.

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i thank heaven someone's crazy enough to give me a daisy e.e. cummings

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President-Buffy Eiseman Vice President-Nancy Josem C hief Justice-Shelly Fuller Ass't. C hief Justice-Buffy Truslow Treasurer-Lisa Laurie Secretary-Donna Horne Class Presidents Laurie Kaliff-12th W endy W e d e ll-llth Melissa Manning-IOth Harriet Rogers-9th Lisca Coyle-M iddle School Rep.

CHORUS

W . W edell, B. Truslow, K. Vetter, G . Pritz, S. D ickey, P. Fancher, L. Swackham er, B. Au, B. Tyson, L. Laurie, M. Kilbourn, J. W ilkinson, M. Washington, K. M ercer, M. G led hill, B. Leonard, C . Saxon, L. W ilkinson, K. Olsson, H. Rogers, A . Knauth, M. M anning, L. Boots, A . Boots, F. Day, L. Buckley, H. Eiseman, B. Saxon, D. Hirschberg.

O f course the music is a great difficulty. You see, if one plays good music people don't listen, and if one plays bad music people don't talk.

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Cathy M ercer Beth Saxon Miss Shoos C atherine Saxon Buffy Truslow

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I think everybody remembers trying to get about 12 girls over a log w hich was ten feet off the ground, without any extra tools, and trying to get them all over an "e le ctric fen ce" (a rope strung up between two trees) without anybody getting electricuted. We did this in the Poconos last fall, and we called it "e co d isco very." Now after having found some students as interested as she was in learning more about this type of thing, Miss Peterson has gotten a group together called "Project A w areness." W hen asked what this group is, she answered that it is using our environm ent as our basic w orkship. I want to make the girls aware of how nature and the environm ent can be used as a tool for learning about oneself." Miss Peter­ son went on to say that we are "learnin g to deal with fears, anxiety, frustration, and our own strengths and weaknesses; how we have much more potential than we ever utilize. By using tasks in problem solv­ ing, and survival education, we have begun to deal with a person developing a sense of self-reliance, re­ sponsibility, openness about him self, and a willingness to let down occasional defenses for the good of oneself and the group."

The first meeting of the group was on Decem ber 2, and since then they have been having meetings every M onday, rain or shine (and so far it has been mostly rain). The group has done a variety of things, from map-making, and following directions on a compass, to an obstacle course involving heights and questionably stable objects, and leading one another around the campus blindfolded, without talking or touching each other. M rs. Jewett is coming to talk to the group about hiking and survival in the cold, w hich we talked about just recently, and about w hich we would like to know more. Some day-hikes and week-end camping trips in the future along with a lot of other new activities will be planned.

Beth Saxon

DOLPHIN A nn C a lla h a n , Lisa Lau rie , Gayaura Pritz, Ronnie Little, Joy Gaylin n , D o n n a H o rn e . A b s e n t: Sandy Bridge, C atherine Saxon, M ichele Fuller, Pam Sherwood.

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ROCKLEDGER Co-editors; Jenny Laurie Pam Sherwood Contributors: Louise O ber Beth Saxon Jo Ann W ilkinson M ichele Fuller Typist: Patty Raymond Gal Friday: M rs. Johnson

Blot out, correct, insert, refine, Enlarge, dim inish, interline; Be m indful, when invention fails, To scratch your head and bite your nails.

Jonathan Swift

Layout: Ann Callahan, Buffy Eiseman, M ichele Full­ er, Donna H orne, Gail Laundon, Jenny Laurie, Patty Raymond, C atherine Saxon, Kathy Vetter Business: C atherine Saxon, mngr.

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VARSITY Francesca Day Jean Craw ford M erle Washington Laurie Kaliff Lorie Boots Gayaura Pritz Mary Gledhill Hope Eiseman C atherine Saxon M ichele Fuller Beth Saxon Louise O ber Donna Horne Sue Cohn (abs.)

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Th ere is a distinction between a butterfly and a person. The transition is called the metam orphasis of material things.

There are no words I can give you that w ill be new to your heart.

The snow is melting and we are going to w alk away from this unity into a greater unity.

The way of man is the natural, but the motion of man is ever forward and we see the evidence all around us. Yet above all the law is to know the earth on a personal level. In doing so it is revealed that we are all one in the thrill of a crashing w ave, and the elation of fresh air. These words are not part of an idealistic poem , they are part of our humaneness we ignore and conceal.

It is not easy to keep for ourselves and our children quiet and beautiful places, but it is not impossible.

You cannot be expected to do anything about it until you feel it affecting you, and only when the bull­ dozer pulls into your backyard w ill you realize that it is yours and yours alone to preserve that w hich was given to all of us as a blessing, a birthright.

Gayaura Pritz

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Shall I not have in te llig ­ ence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and veg­ etable mould myself?

Henry David Thoreau

A ll anywhere about man, within and w ith o u t, is e te rn a lly , cease­ l ess l y motion, w hether he senses it or not.

R. B u c k m in s te r Fuller Man sometimes thinks like a tree but he was built to move.

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First King — Catherine Saxon Second King — Sue Cohn Third King — Gail Laundon Shepherds — Amanda Tuttle Mary Coletti Patty Raymond Nancy Josem Jenny Laurie Laurie Kaliff

THANK YOU VINCE FOR . . . putting away chairs, setting up chairs, opening the door nights and w eekends, putting out m ilk, cleaning up m ilk, nursing the furnace, cleaning the art room, clean­ ing the bathrooms, plunging the toilets, emptying Miss Darling's garbage, giving the students candy bars, finding things, fixing and filling the m achines, taking care of Liza, repairing the tennis net, putting away chairs, setting up chairs, hanging around for dances, talking with discouraged seniors, rescuing D en­ ny, watering plants, shovelling snow, unclogging the drains, never saying a discouraging word, putting up with all the outside men and all the inside w om en, setting up chairs, putting away chairs, carrying Miss Darling's chair, repaint­ ing, repairing, your sarcastic wit, staying up for late night editors, caring, and always being there when we needed you

W e who have followed the clouds by day and by darkness The march of the wandering fires, we who have watched Bird signs in the sky, we who have questioned The doubtful flares, who have seen the gestures before us O f rain in the faint hills, who have heard the stammering Voices of thunder cry out to us, we who have come now A long road in the earth and the touching upon us O f leaves like fingers on closed eyes and the taste of the A ir strange in our nostrils, w here wilt thou lead us?

Archibald MacLeish

PATRONS G O LD : Mr. and Mrs. J. Sheridan Boots Mr. and Mrs. Robert Cohn Olga Dubois, Karen Peterson, Marie Sluti Mr. and Mrs. W .C. Eiseman Mrs. Marguerite Fuller Mr. and Mrs. James Fulton Mr. and Mrs. Frank W. Green Mr. and Mrs. John H. Knauth Mr. and Mrs. William Laurie Mr. John H. Leonard Mr. and Mrs. Stewart Leonard Lyman's Market, P.O. Box 1154, Darien, 06820 Mr. and Mrs. Paul V. McNamara Mr. and Mrs. Sydney H. Rogers Mr. and Mrs. Wiley Tuttle Dr. and Mrs. I.J. Vetter SILVER: Mr. and Mrs. Allen K. Eastman Keeler's Hardware, Inc.; Wilton Mr. and Mrs. John Kormendi Mr. and Mrs. D.C. Morrill Mr. and Mrs. Ken Nicholls Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Powell Mr. and Mrs. A. Vanderbilt

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Yes, Mother and Dad, I am pregnant. I know how much you are looking forward to being grand­

not having written before. I will bring you up to date now, but before you read on, please sit down.

parents and I know you will welcome the baby and give it the same love and devotion and tender care you gave me when I was a child. The reason

You are not to read any further unless you are sit­ ting down. Okay?

Well, then, I am getting along pretty well now.

The skull fracture and the concussion I got when I jumped out of the window of my dormitory when it caught on fire shortly after my arrival here is pretty well healed now. I only spent two weeks in the hospital and now I can see almost normally and only get those sick headaches once a day. Fortunately, the fire in the dormitory, and my jump, was witnessed by an attendant at the gas station near the dorm, and he was the one who called the Fire Department and the ambulance. He also visited me in the hospi­ tal and since I had nowhere to live because of the burnt-out dormitory, he was kind enough to invite me to share his apartment with him. It’s really a basement room, but it’s kind of cute. He is a very fine boy and we have fallen deeply in love and are planning to get married. We haven’t got the exact date yet, but it will be before my pregnancy begins to show.

for the delay in our marriage is that my boy friend has a minor infection which prevents us from passing our pre-marital blood tests and I carelessly caught it from him.

I know that you will welcome him into our family with open arms. He is kind and, although not well educated, he is ambitious. Although he is of a different race and religion than ours, I know your often-expressed tolerence will not permit you to be bothered by that.

Now that I have brought you up to d-^te, I want to tell you that there was no dormitory fire, I did not have a concussion or skull fracture, I was not in the hospital, I am not pregnant, I am not engaged, I am not infected, and there is no boy friend in my life.

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