Castle School - Drawbridge Yearbook (Tarrytown, NY)

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Sewer Pmpfzeq Somewhere in Spain, June I, 1925. Dearest Friend: Have been here in Spain a month now and I had my first real exciting adventure yesterday afternoon. I just had to sit down and write you immediately for I know you will be interested. You remember how we used to wonder where we would all be five years after graduation. Let me tell you all the news. I was out in the Lark,'l my little flyabout, explor- ing the countryside, when the 'fI.ark wavered for a moment in mid-air, went on a short distance, then fluttered to the ground. Instantly I knew what the trouble was. I had failed to have her needs looked after before starting and there I was alone in the woods and no gas. Gloomily I looked about for signs of life and seeing none I started off toward a hillrwhich struck me as being the most promising looking direction. Why? I don't know. Kind old Fate must have been leading me. I had not gone far when I stopped short and sniffed-yes, actually sniffed the air. The air was heavy with a delightful and familiar odor. I sniffed again, then came recognition. It was the fragrance of wisteria I was inhaling. Like a Hash memories of the lovely lavender clusters which each Spring clung tenaciously to the grey stone porte-cochere of our Castle rushed back to me. As I walked on more slowly I dreamed of the happy days that were no more and wondered whither our different paths had led and what we were all doing, ' Presently just over the brow of the hill I detected a grey tower. I quickened my speed to find out what sort of place I was approaching, I even ran, and bit by bit as I could make out more of it I recog- nized the building. It was The Castle, our Castle. All thought of Spain was forgotten, then I began to think more clearly. Ifvhy it couldnlt be. I was thousands of miles away from the region of Sleepy Hollow. What could it mean? Finally it came to me. I-Iad I not been told that our Castle had been modelled after a lovely one in the Pyrenees? Timidly I approached and hardly realizing what I was doing I had let fall the heavy bronze knocker, and, still a bit dazed I slowly entered the familiar entrance hall and was ushered by the unquestioning servant into the study. As I passed the stairs I thought I almost heard the sound of IQIS Victrola playing 'fDardanella.l' I was left alone. What could my explanation to my unknown hostess be? I-Iow 'could I explain my presence there? Such har- rowing thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a lovely little old lady clad ina garment of soft gray. Her lovely head was crowned with white hair and as she approached she smiled, held out her hand and greeted me cordially. I could not speak. She did not seem to notice this omission on my part and went on: I felt I was to have a caller today. VVon't you sit down ?l' I sank limply on the nearest chair. 'KI have been looking forward to your coming. You see I saw you in my crystal yesterday. Although I remain here all the time away from the excitement of the world I keep track of all that is happening through my crystal in which I am able to see many things others never dream ,are possiblef' Your crystalf' I gasped. 'gYou knew I was coming? Yes-it has been preserved here for many cen- turies by my family. Few know of its existence. You look rather doubtful. Would you care to see it ? fOh, yes indeedf' Slowly and with a graceful gesture she drew back some velvet hangingsu disclosing a dark alcove, dark except for a glistening, wonderful crystal globe