Mackenzie School - Olim Yearbook (Dobbs Ferry, NY)

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Forecast and Retrospect Forecast Y grandfather had always been a firm believer in spiritualism, and during the latter part of his life had industriously endeavored to convince me of the truth of his beliefs. So, when he died, in order to give me a conclusive proof, he said he would communicate to me certain messages agreed upon, through a well-known medium named Mrs. Pufiier. In compliance with his dying instructions, one fine day in April, 1940, I mounted the dirty white steps to Mrs. Puffer's and rang the bell. An old woman silently admitted me. Having been ushered into a low, gloomy room, heavily hung with curtains and sombre-colored tapestries, I took my seat at the end of a row of half a dozen women and two or three cadaverous-looking men. For half an hour I patiently awaited my turn, while one man learned that Susie loved him not, another that his mother, from beyond the Styx, still lived and moved with him in spirit, a thin, wizened woman, with a troubled face, was told that her dead child sent her messages of love and affection. At last my turn came. After the brief ceremony of handing over a five-dollar note, I took my seat at the bare table opposite the great seer of things unseen. In brief, jerky answers my deceased grandfather's mess sages were revealed, and I was about to leave when a thought suddenly occurred to me. Stay, I cried. Can you not tell me of my school and those who fought and played and worked beside me more than a score of years ago P I see the grim Palisades,', she faltered, raising a bony hand to her dome-like forehead, and a big buff- colored building frowning over the wind-swept Tappanzee. The name of Paine comes to me, Mayor Paine, of Duluth, the proud father of seven bouncing boys, and famous for unrelenting war on cigarette smoking. Robinson, too, I see, the best barber in the historic town of Yonkers. She stopped for a moment and then in slow, measured whispers began : H A ditferent picture now appears 1 a plump-faced farmer in overalls, with shaggy hair and a straw in his mouth, peacefully milking a raw-boned cow-ah, Strough, is not that his name? Butler I see, the dapper fortune-hunter, and jones, the secret. silent and efficient valet of President Theodore Roosevelt, Jr. She paused and breathing hard gazed beyond me through half-closed, filmy eyes. Stretching one hand out before her pallid face, she murmured. 136