Castle School - Drawbridge Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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THFDRAWBRIDGE Twcfl Lo5f-- One M555 Lum-- Another trip was over, thankfully the Seniors sighed, As on the train, they straggled wearily They read or dozed or did anything to try to keep that ride To Tarrytown from dragging drearily. Some simple signs for Social Servicing are set to stay So Seniors seriously seem to sense The danger due to delaying if they dare to disobey, Or dally during the dexterous descent. So--dutious pupils, hastily they hurried off the train And gathered at the sleigh, when Fate appeared! Miss Lum was no where to be found-who could, -who would explain? She had, like that girl's suit-case, disappeared. They searched within the station walls and then beneath the sleigh, They searched the tracks, they searched the plat- form, too, 'Twas puzzling for ?Miss Lum doesn't often act that way, They couldn't solve that mystery, could you? But finally they had to leave without their chap- eron, The driver arguing suspiciously. Q He had an awful fear about escorting them all home, He feared 't would bring results maliciously. In all the history of the school no one had ever known, Of lVliss Lum ever trying to complain. So everyone was worried till she wandered in alone And said she'd just been sleeping on the train. ' Virgin Stark.

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THE DRAWBRIADGE Nineteen-Twenty Rm Van W?nt!e Sleqb gf az Glaldyione Ba No one will deny that the region about Tarry- town holds certain mystic and psychic legends. A creepy feeling steals over the spirit as one- watches the mist drape the distant blue hills while below the silver river changes to gray and blue. Some- times on a winter's night old storm kingigathers around him all the voices of the valley and across the window of one's room floats a ghastly parade of snow-draped figures fleeing before a shrieking wind. The same feeling prevails out in the deep woods where under the tall elms and oaks and pines there is a hush that suggests the silent nave of a cathedral just before an unseen choir burst with a greatand solemn chant. Can it be that this sense of the unreal which all nature about here seems to suggest is purely im- aginary? This little story of the Gladstone Bag is not a mystic legend which will gain a place beside the famous ones of long ago-but of the mysterious behavior of a modern inanimate object. We all know how inanimate objects will get themselves lost, how things sometimes seem possessed with a will- fulness arid perversity equal to that of a human. How your handkerchief pile shrinks, how silk stock- ings disappear, one's choicest 'perfume evaporates or one's best waist suddenly returns in time for church. But these are not particularly mysterious happenings peculiar to the neighborhood only peculiar to school girls and school days and one can only accept the condition with a sigh. A bright and charming Castle girl was leaving school for her Christmas holiday in December IQIS. She carried two handbags, one packed for her vaca- tion at home and the other with things she intended wearing that evening at a dance at West Point. In the excitement of good-byes and good wishes both bags were set down at the Tarrytown station while waiting for the train, A few moments later one bag was quite safe but the other containing the gar- ments intended to subjugate the hearts of future war heroes was no where to be seen. lt had entirely dis- appeared. And no amount of frantic inquiry could discover the slightest clue. And the bag and its con- tents were looked upon as gone forever, February twentieth of this year a party of well known residents were leaving Tarrytown for a southern sojourn and arrived at the station with trunks, maids, rugs, coats, golf sticks and all the implements indicative of a long journey. The party boarded their train. The train left and disappeared in the distance. And lo-there in the very middle of the waiting-room of the Tarrytown station appeared a bag, it seemed suddenly to have appeared from N'owhere. A On opening the bag it revealed a party dress as uncrushed as though just packed. ln its dainty folds a little Virgin Mary Medal shone out, a fan still waited to be unfurled and swayed to the tune of a West Point Waltz and the pages of a Christmas magazine were still uncut. Where little bag did you spend those last four years? Did you take a sleep on the Tarrytown hills and what startled you from your slumber and spirited you back to the same spot from whichyou disappeared? Could it have been a conscience which finally woke up from its Rip Van Winkle sleep or was it the ap- peal of the little shining medal? Or was it just one more manifestation of the mystic and psychic condi- tions which prevail in the quaint region of Tarry- town and Sleepy Hollow? Little bag do you know you have slept away the four most important years the world has ever known? Great Kings have been humbled and