Berkeley Irving School - Record Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Prophecy One finger raised commandingly brought the ungainly green bus to a squeaky stop. I, the Attendant Spirit, who had watched and guided the Class of ,22 of the Berkeley-Irving School until that worthy, if somewhat irresponsible combination, had disbanded and drifted like dandelion seeds to all parts of the world, swung aboard and sat musing on top of the empty bus. It had been many, many years since I had seen the noble Berkeley-Irving School and its mem- bers, and now-on the afternoon of February 29th, 1984, Harold Duryea being vice-president of the United States by a large majority of votes -I longed for a glimpse of my dear wards. But stay! Is not that bent and gnarled figure walking leisurely along lNIacNeil Mitchell? And oh! Allah, Mohammed,-anybody be praised! Is he not signalling my bus? How sweet the measured footsteps seem to my unaccus- tomed ears. Quickly I made myself visible, taking the form of a person whom MacNeil would mistake for one of his intimate friends. The rest was easy and soon I was deep in talk with my friend to whom I had hitherto ap- peared invisible. It soon developed that he I 22 had been a traveller and explorer of great note until fallen arches had cut off a great career. Sort of flat tires, as it were. I soon learned, fur- thermore, that MacNeil was taking the bus ride for the express and honorable purpose of view- ing his former schoolmates, who often walked, drove or lounged along the drive, according to their position in life. f'See,ll suddenly exclaimed the animated en- cyclopaedia at my side, 'fthere is an old man, an old, old man. But do you recognize under the farmer's garb and the straw hat with the hay- seeds hanging out, Claude Rice? He used to be a gentleman farmer, now he's a farmer. Yes, he's drifted away from the bright lights to a regular nine o'clock town. Itls too bad, toofl That long speech concluded, my companion whipped out a telescope as a loud whistle sounded across the river. He passed it over to me and before my astonished gaze fell a picture of Robert A. Mack on the bridge of the,Edge- water ferryboat. A lordly picture he made, too, for he had become thin as a rail and his white, stern whiskers were an imposing sight. A stream of golden-colored tobacco juice shot