Castle School - Drawbridge Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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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.

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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 Twen Sify! Ifif Pfyflzologyf What is this mystery, dark and deep These books in which we cannot peep ? The curious inquire. Some solemn Seniors answer low, For are they not the ones who know? Ssh! it's Psychologyll' I started out my Senior year, With lofty hopes, without a fear, l've changed my mind since then. For now my mental processes Are all mixed up with l's and lVle's, Alas! that's Psychology! l've read from Calkins, James and Stout, What is their nonsense all about? I've yet to understand. For affections and sensations Give me mildrhallucinations Oh! that Psychology! ,And the encephalon, or brain Hypnotism, mesmerism Percepts, and somnambulism Have added to my cares. Has nearly driven me insane, But, that's Psychology. The books l read I could not show, Their titles to the wall must go, l've often wondered why. I've taken notes, and found my fate Was to be just a trichromate Yes, that's Psychology. l've taken trips to every slum, Toinstitutes for Deaf and Dumb And there are many more. I dislike problems to be solved, But more the secrecy involved ln our Psychology. I cannot sleep l cannot think, A My cerebrum is on the blink, lVly nerves are much disturbed. And I have a grave suspicion That Pve reached this sad condition Ssh! through Psychology. Elizabeth W'ha!ey, in 1916 Drawbridge.