Castle School - Drawbridge Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

Page 128 text:

I 1 T'H'E DRLAWBRIDGE - Nineteen-Twenty 3 To VIRGIA STHRK Shining like a prominent star, Behold our blonde-haired queen. Added to that hair so bright One other fault Ilve seen. Just a little package promised To be sent her right away, Hardly could she wait to see Q And its contents to display. This Hatibut precious parcel V Could not come the usual way, For fear such costly paper Would be lost or go astray. So insured, . special,'l' rush, Last Friday this was sent. lt has not arrived as yet, I know, For look how her time is spent. 'LMiss Doyle, is my package here ? i Have I a special there ? 1 Or was it treated carelessly, And thrown just here or there? Perhaps the mails are on a strike, Something must be Wrong. Russell said hemailed it, Why, of course, it's gone. Well, girls, yes, it's awful, And l'm sorry it's that way, l But it's only Russell's picture, is Sent to 4Virgia-yesterday. l r l . To POLLY ORTON To AVLAIA SHORE Perhaps you do dislike to talk, Now, Alma, treat them kindly. V jg We've heard of similar things, Be sweet and gentle, dear. 'Z But have you ever stopped to think And do not step upon their toes, 'p VVhat happiness it brings? It might provoke a tear.' j lf you but say a kindly word, Assure them of your interest, Or smile a kindly smile ln Peekskill work and play, - At some one -who perhaps feels blue, Their mamma's might allow them It's really quite Worth while. To play with you some day. I 1

Page 127 text:

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.

Page 129 text:

THE DRAWBRIDGE 'Nifzcleefzfzuarzlx To PEGGY PARISH To LAURA NORTON Qflental fabflcs bright, For January. twenty-first Griental scenes and sight, I formally extend, p Japanese fellglous rites An invitation to you all, All of them are keen delights ' If you Wish to attend, W Forming PeggY,S interest, A modern, highly cultured school For Brother Brad did linger there, Where S31-Qagm is taught, When night lights glint in jet black hair. Room '17-in Castle-there lust Slam Japan, if you dare My knowledge can be bought. You'll find her arguments are there, Come listen, learn, I guarantee ln far-OH gay Japan. That by' the time you've had Ten lessons, you'll be popular, - Sarcasm is a fad. p To HELEN CRAJWER There are many men called Bill, Million Bills. What a World of difference their History foretells. And when letters, letters, letters, Come as often as they might, They're like stars that over-sprinkle, All the heavens seem to twinkle, With fair Helenls sweet delight. Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of rhymic rhyme, To the name that's ever ringing And the heart of Helen fills With her Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, VVith the eulogizing wonder of her Bill.