College of New Rochelle - Annales Yearbook (New Rochelle, NY)

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CLASS OF 1913

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1910-11 1911-12 COLLEGE PRESIDENTS WE HAVE KNOWN

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Junta A (Bntlnr Unmanrr T HE “Castle” was situated some fifty odd miles from the great city. It reared its stately form above the trees in the midst of expansive grounds, its ivy- covered towers and moss-covered belfries extending high and dark against the sky. On the night that witnessed the first act of this eventful history, the cold October wind moaned fitfully around the lonely turrets, and dead leaves whirled in mad delirium across the deserted paths. Dark shadows moved weirdly among the creaking old trunks with their bare arms stretched out in the wind, and far in the distance could be heard the angry sea furiously lashing again and again over the impressionless rocks. Between the pauses of the wind, a low, hoarse, horn-like voice uttered a monotonous and melancho ' y groan making the flesh creep and the blood curdle. Suddenly, down the lonesome path came a stern, black-capped female of large proportions, leading, or rather, forcibly dragging along a beautiful girl. Alas! this was Junia, though hardly to be recognized! Her features were bathed in tears and she seemed to suffer the utmost distress. A habit of startling green was hastily thrown about her shoulders, and a square cap of the same color adorned her head. Her beautiful hair hung down in two limp tresses which were cruelly knotted with coarse, green calico. She sank at the feet of her stern and relentless captor, and with supplicating eyes that streamed with tears seemed to implore pity. But alas! none was afforded her! She was hurried down the path and into a grim stone building whose heavy door clanged hopelessly behind her. Up several flights of stairs was the luckless maiden dragged, and there in a large chamber she was forced to prostrate herself on the ground, her tearful eyes covered with a coarse bandage, and with her lovely nose, she was obliged to hasten the progress of a small walnut over the floor amid the heartless jeers and unseemly mirth of her haughty captor. But Junia’s sufferings were not long unmitigated. Her very distress gave her a captivating sweetness, and in due time, a charming girl, who had for some time been incarcerated at the “Castle,” adopted her as a sister. Then indeed did Junia resign herself to the influence of sweet affection, and she lived in comparative happiness with this maid of sensibility. Once, some months later, she was brought into open contest with her original enemy, and in a game of Basket-Ball, she was overcome. But the sweet and tender solicitude of her adopted sister soon nursed her back to strength, so that she was enabled to vanquish her rude opponent in the Spring Meet.