Concordia Preparatory - Concordian Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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L.. 'a lin Times Past ls. Wlio never smoked in their rooms . . . But somehow managed to burn ironing boards, pretzels, and psych notes . . . And didn't kid anybody about X having a lounge . . . They admitted it 'Q sg, 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 gussy . . . 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 f... Had you seen it you would have done so, too. 5 f v 71

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Now and Then Ps... n tv W ho were champs at getting locked in their rooms . . . Be- cause the door knobs kept fall- ing off . . . Were so jittery that even their own reflection in a window scared them . . . jit- tery or hoping . . . Who spent their leisure time in cultural experiences like bubble blow- ing. E ttet i , it A si Ls pf! ,ff ti fiifw za-tr'-W! 3 Who rinsed their hair with beer . . . Washed clothes in the shower . . . Used tomato juice as a hair tonic and dan- druff remover . . . And practic- ally fell out of the window two or three times getting or- ders from the diner through Sieker Hall boys. fl 9 ,f My ,rf '3 1f '1 M452

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Nu. X XX 1 rr ff , i Q' ',..s....- --v :reggae 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 trailic. 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 beforeg 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 i