Castle School - Drawbridge Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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THE DR-AWBRIDGEIIG ' Nineteen-Twen O71 REV8ddZ'7Zg Mz'lr07z 'I'hese mountains! Did they tower here unseen VVhen I passed by? How was I unaware Of their majestic presence, and their mien Gf ceaseless vigil and embodied prayer? Blind to the sea nymphs' wicked sparkling hair, I ike shattered sunlight where the drowsy band, W7armed by the sun, lies flung upon the sand? I slipped through shadowed vistas dim and still Yet lusty lVIorris-dancers stamp and roar Beneath the golden oaks upon the hill. And sweet and chill the shepherd pipes outpour Melodious lament, that rouseth more Of grief than broken speech may e'er unfold, Than time may still or fragile hearts may hold. Ecfzo From 1918 I'm always in a hurry, And I'm very often lateg I just can't seem to get there, Though for me they cannot wait. I hurry and I scurry, And I rush around like madg I cannot find my tie or wrap- It really seems too bad! I really start for breakfast With lots of time to spare, But somehow I am late again. Coulributed by IW. fl. K. !Warrundy, '17 It really isn't fair! t f '7 F - ' ' -f -:QR 5. -1 f .ff W IA Q Nw ,dag

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Zin illirmuriam 'MRS. ELIZABETH BATCI-IELDAR Died October IQIQ For twelve years a loved member of the Castle Staff. By her devotion to our comfort, by her dig- nity and gentle firmness she made for herself a place that no one else can fill in the hearts of the Castle girls. FRAULETN CORNELIA ELSASS Died April 26, I92o, A loved and respected member of the Castle Faculty, 19o2-1919.

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Wlzzfe Tlze Cafe Ward Cfasezz' Porter Allan had been extremely bored all day. He had been bored the day before and for a week or more before that, principallybecause he had a great aversion to sightseeing by the wholesale, as he termed it. He preferred to sample first, and then continue acquaintance if the thing pleased him. But, in a particularly good, and thoughtless humor, he had been so unfortunate as to make one of a party of about a dozen of his friends who were planning to tour Mexico. They were all good company and the party would have been ideal, if only Porter had en- joyed seeing how much of a place they could do in a day. They had been on the move for the past month, and Porter was weary of trains and hotels, museums and statues. He was considering how he could, with the least difficulty and the most logical explanations, withdraw from the party and con- duct his own tour,gin his own leisurely manner. Since morning they had been visiting places of interest, and toward the close of an almost endless day Porter was following the guide, along with his friends, through the mazes of a prison, while revolv- ing in his mind the project of escape from the party. So far the only impression that Porter had received from the prison was one of unending, half dark corridors and equally interminable stairs. He won- dered vaguely why they continued to go up and up. A few random phrases from the guide gave him the information that the top of the watch tower was their goal, from whence a panorama of the city and surrounding country could be obtained. Porter was weary of views, so it was with a feel- ing of relief that he found, on coming out on top of the tower in the golden sunlight of the late after- noon, that the view was really worth seeing. The guide at once launched into a description of some point of interest which could be seen from the tower, and Porter, not being interested, retired unnoticed to a corner of the tower, where the guide's voice could not be heard, and looked down upon the city. The white, flat-roofed houses were 'no longer glar- ing, but 'tinged with rose, the tangle of narrow streets were no longer dusty looking, but filled with the yellow light of the setting sun. Beyond the city the fields and hills were yellow and purple in the evening light. It was the most restful scene Porter had seen for days and he became absorbed in it. The sun seemed to stop for a moment on the sky- line of the hills, then dropped with amazing swift- ness below the edge. The church bells began to chime just as the sun disappeared, and the yellow light began to be blotted out by the growing shad- ows. It grew darker. Suddenly Porter realized it was very quiet on the tower, with a start he discovered he was alone. He descended the stairs with all speed. At the bottom he encountered a guard who evidently knew noth- ing of English, for Porter's words produced noim- pression. After a few moments of fruitless talking he turned and motioned Porter to follow him. They went down several corridors and into the courtyard of the prison, but saw no signs of his friends. The inner gate was closed and through it he could see that the outer one was also closed. His conductor motioned him into a doorway across the COLH-tj. HC entered and found himself ina large room, evidently the ofhce of the commanding officer. At a desk sat il young man in uniform, who was the command- ante.', His English proved to be almost perfect, so Porter's explanation of his presence and inquir-