Castle School - Drawbridge Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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THE DR-AWBC-RIDGE Nineteen-Twenty simple people exalted and heroic. And the World Welcome home again little bag, you have missed is Waking from its Rip Van Winkle sleep of selhsh- something besides the West Point dance by being ness, and prejudice and greed. asleep. Jane Carulherx Some gf flze Resalfs ef a Wyifiag Pyfelzelegiyf We'll all bemathematical sharks and perfect spellers. V . Class parties must have representatives from Army and Navy to be successful. Night caps will probably be required next year. Colleges will fall into innocuous desuetude- Columbia University Will become an Annex to - the Castle. - Nightly demand for Aurora borealis. A I X Plans are now under way for a neurologiml 'ward to the infirmary. if Shattered Nervous Sysfemsp '

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THE D RAWBRIDGE Nineteen-Twen To LO TTA RIPLEY Lotta makes us jealous, Lotta makes us mad. I.otta makes us sigh for Things we've never had, for Jerry is so handsome, . Jerry is so brave, jerry is as thoughtful As is most any slave, and We who haven't sweethearts, We who haven't beaux, We who've wished for such things As nobody knows, well A Wonder how you got them, Wonder what they say, VVonder if welll ever I-Iave a fiance? To HILDA VON HERRLICH I asked that horrid Senior girl, VVho wrote these slams to please Make my slam sweet and innocent, Imploringly I teased. Instead of that look what she wrote: Now, I-Iilda, dear, don't cry, For some day you'll be studiousg We know it makes you sigh To tell you that you're getting fat, Cheer up! In days to be, . You'll think of former slenderness, Remember wistfully I-Iow, during Castle Senior days, By diet, painfully, You kept yourself from weighing more Than a hundred forty-three! To ETHEL BURNELL We know you'll find it very hard ' To realize the fact, That other towns 'can boast as much As Boston intellect. That worth-while things are done else-where, And worth-while folks 'tis found Can live in other cities, too, Beside your Boston town. 'ro EDITH STRONG Most people see colors in shades or tints, They trichromatic, you see, Then some pathologically make yellow red, Those dichromates quite annoy me. But oh! when it comes to the monochromates I shine with clear brilliancy, For I can see W-lz-i-I-e above everything else, It comes to me quite naturally. To KATHERINE JWCDONAILD Some people hoped that when I came To solemn Senior days, I'd overcome my childishness, Adopt more grown-up ways. So far, it hasn't seemed to work, And I don't know really why, Yet I won't give up hope quite yet, I'll make another try.