Castle School - Drawbridge Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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A I Two swans were swimming in a pool, Swimming with all their might. They did their very best to make A picture of delight. And this was kind, because the cold Was sharp enough to bite. II Two swans were swimming wearily, And yet they must not cease, For if they snatched a momentls rest Their aching feet would freeze. f'I'btgatchig gold! said one, and gave A melancholy sneeze. III The air was cold as cold could be, The pond was dry as dry. The swans were frozen in the mud. CExcuse me while I sighj They Happed their wings-and sobbed They were too cold to fly! V IV Miss Farwell and iMiss Mason dear Were walking hand in hand. Miss Farwell wept like anything To see them frozen stand. If they were only in their house,', She said, it would be grandiw V Are they too proud, or else too dense To use my shelter here? Do you suppose, Miss Mason said, That I could make it clear? I doubt it much! Nliss Farwell said, And shed a bitter tear! The Swan Song Repinfed from 1910 VI Oh, birdlings, come and walk with us! Miss Mason did beseech, A pleasant walik, a pleasant talk, Whilst I hygienics teach. A little exercise would be Of benefit to each. VII The eldest Swanlet looked at her, But ne'er a word he said, The eldest Swanlet winked his eye, And shook his heavy head, Meaning to say that they were fast Within their icy bed. , VIII 'Miss Farwell and qMiss Mason then VValked on a pace or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low. And both the frozen creatures stood And waited in a row. I IX The time has come, Miss Mason said, To take this thing in hand. This climate should agree with them- I do not understand- Their native habitat, I think, Is frigid Switzerland. aloud- X Be quickl Be quickly' the sufferers cried Turning a little blue. f'l fear that we shall die of cold- A dismal thing to do. They drooped upon each other's necks, A sorry sight to view.

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THE DRAWBRIDGE Nineteen-Twenty assaults of the prisoners. At last, urged by the captain, who seemed to be absolutely fearless and to be everywhere at once, the guards made a quick charge, the resistance of the prisoners was broken, and they surrendered. A ' The reinforcements from the barracks arrived about fifteen minutes after the fighting had ceased. They were led by the general in person, who com- manded that the gates be opened, and entered at the head of his troops. T am very glad that we succeeded in forcing the prisoners to surrender without the aid of the troops from the barracks, said the captain to Porter, for now they will change the garrison here and we will all have more favorable places of duty assigned to us as a reward for our braveryf' As dawn was breaking they had breakfast in the same room in which they had had dinner the night before. In the uncompromising light of day they all looked quite different than they had several hours earlier. But despite their disheveled appearances, and their tired attitudes, they were all ready to make iokes about the night's experience. They were pro- fuse in their admiration for Porter's part in the Hght, and almost embarrassed him by their expres- sions of praise. As for Porter, he was in excellent humor, although extremely weary, already the experience of the night was losing some of its seriousness and assuming the attributes of a good adventure. A little later Porter's friends arrived. News of the fight had reached them at breakfast and they had hastened to the prison. They were hysterically glad to hnd him unhurt, and he had to take upon himself the role of hero before his admiring friends as the captain graphically described his courageous con- duct. Q After bidding farewell to his host, Porter found himself once more in the midst of his friends, out- side the prison in the bright sunlight of the early morning. After they had gone a little distance he looked back at the Watchtower ofthe prison. lt seems as if I must have dreamed all of last night, he murmured. A glance at his clothes, how- ever, convinced him of the reality of his experiences. His appearance bore all the earmarks of battle. His reflections on the events of the night were interrupted by the voice of one of his friends at his elbow. As soon as we get back to the hotel you must hurry and change your clothes, for we're going to see an old church outside the city today. It won't be tir- ing, because we'll ride there and back, but it's some- thing you shouldn't miss, and today is the only time we have in which to see it. Again the unending round of sight-seeing! Hurry up so we can see everything! admonish- ed his friends as they arrived at the hotel, we'll wait for youf' Well, for a time Porter was willing to let others plan his days for him. The night of action was ample recompense for many weary days of following the guides and looking at interesting ruins. For a time at least, he would resign himself to the conventional: he had had enough of radical change and excitement for that day, at least. All right, l'll be ready in ten minutesf' he re- plied as he ascended the stairsf, Contributed by Doroihy Quigley, ISU

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THE DRAWBRIQDGE N,,,e,ee,, TM, X I WCCP f01 YOU NIISS NIHSOU Said, Oh, Swansll' Miss Farwell said your wants I deeply Wmpathlzel Will soon be satisfied. With sobs and teais she turned away We must be trotting home again Once more to theoiize But neither one replied- Holding her pocket handkerchief And this was scarcely odd because Befoie her streaming eyes y They, both of them, had died if Note. In those days Tristan and IsoIde ' were real swans. Gifts to Nliss Nlason from an old friend, they returned her care and affection by sue- eumbing to the yfrst cold 'winter in this climate. - flnne fllfwood 0 4'N0w? I .dwsk Ton! Girls, if you pay strict attention and take full notes I am sure you will have no difficulty in understanding this: Now, waddever you do, don't get mixed il- lusions and pure illusions mixed. 'A mixed illusion is not pure, while the difference between them is Cplease don't mix thisj the pure is not mixed. If it was, as it sometimes is,-well, you'll get that un- der another heading. However, in the first-that is, not the second-the main difference lies in its be- ing mixed. Nbw, l don't want to mix it for you, but pure illusions can never be mixed, but a mixed one can partake of the pure. Athough they are both entirely different, I could sum up the unlikeness in these words fpsychologically speakingj: a mixed illusion may contain some element of the unmixed, or pure, but the latter is never mixed, except-well, l'll take that up under another head. Are you sure you have'nt the pure mixed?-From 1919 Draw- bridge.