Castle School - Drawbridge Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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7716 Shar! Haired fWaz'a'em' Long-Headed Slant Once upon a time a terrible and dastardly deed was committed by eight maidens, who lived within the walls of a Celebrated Castle. These beautiful maidens held a secret conclave and plotted with heads together and with mysterious exclamations of Oh, dare we do it! and Let's take a chance! What could it mean? A midnight party of marsh- mallow whip and olives or a new place to hide high- heeled silver slippers? Or was it where to put the forbidden powder puff? Could it be they were in- tent upon a new magic whereby one could hurdle the red barrier when late for breakfast? Hideous schemes though these are, it was a dark- er deed which hlled their young minds. Nlyster- iously stealing to a remote tower one daring maiden drew from the folds of her girdle a deadly instru- ment and swift and beyond repair was the work she did. The great silence was punctured with cries of f'Oh you go firstu or You are cutting my neck! or Oh I'm a frightlw and above the intake of breath and the hysteria was heard the snip-snip and the clip-clip of the ruthless steel. Oh harrowing anxiety! What can be happening to the beautiful maidens behind the bolted Castle door? What great tragedy- But the scene changes-It is the hour when all the other beautiful maidens take their gentle exercise in the Castle grounds. Instead of the usual calm- excitement, riot hold sway. Miss Davenport, who are the eight young men on the running track? VVho are they so vigorously playing at basketball? VVho are the strange youths on the Junior and Sophmore hockey teams? Is anyone missing from Hackley- I-Ias anyone escaped from Irving- Ring up West Point- Dr. Butler, Dr. Hadley, Dr. Lowell, chorus of teachers-'!Send those strangers off the grounds. Chorus of Maidens-!'Oh don't let them escape ! But the stately chatelain of the Castle called her maidens about her and sent for the quaking youths. They came with bowed heads and blushing cheeks and stood abashed in the gentle presence of the great lady. Where have I seen you before? she kindly asked. The one who looked like a Botticelli Angel in a gallery in Florence faltered- We are the wicked eight. Shade of the late Alexander Pope! said the Queenr-! WhQ,f this wanton cligpping Df woman's crowning glory?!! The one who resembled a guide from Greenwich Village pleaded that it was intended as an act of conservation and a blow to mirror devotions for- One shake of the head in the morning and the breakfast bell had no -terrors. One more tossing of stray curls and one is ready for luncheon. Two shakes and a hair net and one is ready for a formal summons to the drawing room. So-I-Iurrah for short locks!!! fame Carzztlzers.

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