Concordia College - Concordian Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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4kft A i Jlou . o Mote For an hour or more I lay there, staring blankly out of the win- dow. Until all at once it dawned on me that this — this was the very window, complete with initials and all, that so many years ago had become in the wink of an eye a positive testimony to my daring and accuracy. What an orange that had been! And what a crash! I thought about that all the way down the stairs and half way down the front drive toward the highway. And it made me feel so good that I decided that I didn ' t mind it so much after all being here alone. It wasn ' t too bad — for a while. I continued on to the highway and then down the road to the huge white house with the mammoth porch that had been Ressmeyer Hall for Girls. The huge porch afforded excellent shelter from the rain. So leaning against a pillar, I managed for a moment to forget about the wind, the rain, and myself. And I think I almost chuckled to myself when I remembered. . . . 58