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Page 9 text:
I soon found myself to be undeniably and absolutely alone. The
entire campus was for some reason or another deserted-at least
I had successfully navigated the puddles on the front drive and
made my way ro the Administration Building, only to discover that
nor even a stray secretary was on the job. The offices had been locked
and dark, the building empty and unfriendly.
Then I had come to Faculty Row with the hope still in my
heart that I might see a familiar face, clasp a familiar hand. But the
houses here had turned out to be equally dark, empty, and unfriendly.
A chattering squirrel and a noisy jay were my only hosts.
I was alone, all right-quite alone. And there wasn't very
much that I could do about it.
I shook my head. Then leaning against a tree, I tried for a
moment to forget the rain, the wind, and the emptiness. And I think
I almost chuckled to myself when I remembered ....
Page 8 text:
Alvc-ltiiig summer rain was creating
rings and bubbles in the troubled waters
of the swollen rivers that flooded thc
gutters. lt was very early and very wet.
And since no one in Bronxville had
ever had a liking for either of those
adjectives, the streets were deserted.
There was no noise save the constant
splattering and splashing of the rain
and the periodic clicking of the traffic
signals as they changed color. They
seemed wasting their efforts on the
emptiness. So l stopped at one corner
and waited for the green just to be
Then raising my coat collar a little
higher around my ears and swinging
my big black umbrella into battle po-
sition, I headed into the wind and up
the last winding section of the old road,
called Tanglewylde Avenue for very
The hill was as steep as ever, and
it made me puff. I was surprised, for
I hadnt counted on tharg in all the
times I'd climbed itiI'd never puffed
before, But years had passed since I
had done that, and somehow I had
allowed myself to get out of condition.
Strange, I thought, how the years
changed a person.
I was glad to get to the top and
stopped there for a moment to catch
whatever might be left of my breath
-and, I assure you, there wasn't much.
As I stood there, I peered out from
beneath my black canopy. Ahead of me
I saw, half veiled from sight by the
pouring rain so that they appeared as
in a dream, the old brick buildings
I had longed so to revisit, come so far
to see once more, that group of mis-
cellaneous buildings which, although
really no different from any others and
perhaps even less striking than some
had nevertheless drawn me to them-
I knew not why.
The rain and the wind and the gray
sky made them look bleak and cold.
And I hesitated for a moment, for I
was afraid of disappointment and re-
gret. Then suddenly my eyes came to
rest on the place where many years
ago my laundry case had come apart
and spilled its contents into a huge
muddy puddle. Indeed, there, I thought,
was the very puddle. And over there
the window that I'd broken with an
orange. And the ball diamond, and the
dining hall, and-why I was home,
"Concordia," I whispered, as if I
experienced great pleasure at being
able to associate the spoken word with
such tangible evidence of its existence.
"Concordia," I said again.
And that was all I could think of
Page 10 text:
Mathematiieiamt Q i
To whom we dedicated our
yearbook that year . . . The
man who had come to us after
serving on the stalls of the
F.li.l. and the Census Bureau
. . . Loyal alumnus of Oskosh
State 'I'eacher's College in Wis-
consin . . .
Wlitu coached a
few mean basketball and base-
ball teams , . . Wlien he wasnt
trying to explain mathematics
to thick heads like me . . . Or
busy taking care of the Co-op
Store . . . Then there were the
Math clubs and Hobby Clubs
with their displays . . . And
his family at home in Bronx-
ville . . . Wlio were his staunch-
est rooters . . . One of them
got on a television broadcast
during one Christmas season
. . . Talk about a proud papa
. . . His chief characteristic a
blue Ford of uncertain vintage
. . . In which he arrived here
in September l9-45 . . . And
ferried his "boys" to twenty
games in his second year as
basketball coach . . . Out of
the twenty they won fifteen
. . . A pretty good testimony
for basketball as mathematics
applied . . . And for amiable
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