Concordia College - Concordian Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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r — »%.- il K ; •.. - 4 T : E ■H Ml j a in ! h iii i» ' KK IvuuufU tke, q de It was raining again. Luckily, however, I had merely to cross the street to bring myself into contact with the old colonial atmosphere of the Ward House. I made my way down the slippery stone steps and left Koepchen Hall behind me. Crossing the street was no problem, for there was little traffic. Once on the other side I swung open the gate in the pretty white picket fence, sauntered down the walk, mounted the steps, and tried the door. To my surprise it was open. I entered, and found my way into the homey downstairs lounge, picked out a couch in the corner, where through the window I could watch the cars that occasionally passed, and sat down. I remembered sitting here many times before; I had experienced my first heart trouble here. I smiled at the memory of it. Then leaning back, I tried for a moment to forget the quiet, the stillness, and the deepening shadows. And I think I almost chuckled to my- self when I remembered. . . . 72

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r. In Times Past ho never smoked in their rooms . . . But somehow managed to burn ironing boards, pretzels, and psych notes . . . And didn ' t kid anybody about having a lounge . . . They admitted it had all the comforts of a smoking room . . . And more smoke . . . The music of saxophones after hours . . . And the bouncing of batons ... All of which added color to the nightly Tea Time . . . Quaint, cute, and gassy . . . But not repulsive to those who ate Satur- day lunches in the dorm . . . And, in sane moments, were quick to reflect on the inspiring beauty of the con- servatory . . . Had you seen it you would have done so, too.

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The WARD HOUSE 73