Mackenzie School - Olim Yearbook (Dobbs Ferry, NY)

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his 1. m reed jiln lui. YUM' gvther vi ith it the HKS' :kc-d buff 'aint-. king. vars: armed ecret. md. .-Xh, another pair come to me-Royster, the pink-checked freshman at C. C. N.Y. Law School, and Phillips, the great railroad magnate, whose brilliant project to run rapid transit lines beneath the Atlantic has startled the entire world. And Lewis-was there not such a one ?-I see him behind his father's barn, smoking cigarettes. Q . She ceased speaking, though her lips still moved. Dick Mackenzie, I said, on what shore has the rushing tide of time cast him ? U Mackenzie, sh-h, just a minute, she murmured. I see a Sophomore at Columbia, with massive eyebrows and curly hair. He's leading man in the 'Varsity show and sings bass in the Glee Club. Lindstedt, too, he graduated from Columbia, and died at a ripe old age, beloved by all. My vision brings me still another trio: McCreery, the shining light of a comic opera troupe, Shaw, the stern sheriff of Larchmont, and one called Heinie--Henry-E-a-g-l-e. Now I see him, he who buys the whole output of the tobac- co trust. There were more, I said, after she had sat in silence for a while. Tell me of the others? 'iYes, there were more, and I behold one Dickinson, a noted society leader, and he who was called Matthiessen, just become king of England by marriage, and smiling Goan, the president of the National Biscuit Company, and one in a uniform with brass buttons, good-natured and obese, the jovial Bertrand, ticket agent No. D 4632 on the Kings Bridge subway. But hush, here comes the spirit of Rugee White, killed, alas, in a duel with Dick ,Mackenzie Still another form I see, long and lean, in a baseball suit. 'Tis Jung, the great twirler of the Outlaw League. She stopped once more and, passing her long hnger-nails through her blue-gray hair, added slowly and as if tired: The vision closes, but still three more do pass before me: Sewall, happily married and living in the old homestead between Dobbs Ferry and Hastings, Voorhees, the nimblest deck-hand on a Long Island Ferry boat, and Roderick White, the long--haired fiddler of world-wide fame? She heaved a deep sigh and let her hands fall listlessly into her lap. I rose and groped my way to the hall, and out into the bright sunshine of the street, resolving as I wandered slowly homeward, to visit once more the old school upon the banks of the Hudson, and see again the halls where the class of 1908 was born and made and filled with learning. 137 ' . away-J '4w W' S r

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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

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J-.1Z1Q-:fi:w:5?-'-- '- --1-ff-, -. -.... -cwu-------- Retrospect To any one passing in front of the school on the 18th of September, 1907, an interesting scene was presented. Parties of two or three, suit-cases in hand, made their way across the lawn to join a noisy group on the esplanade. Each lot of newcomers was met with handshakings, slaps on the back and greetings of, Hello, 'Monkf Here comes 'Shep,' f' or, VVell, if here isn't So-and-So. All were laughing and talking in loud tones. Apparently, the immediate prospect of a busy school year, filled with the daily routine of hard work and constant confinement over dry books, had no depressing effect upon the spirits of the hundred and twenty-five boys who gathered for the opening of school. After everybody had shaken hands with everybody else and looked over the bewildered-looking lot of new boys, football became the one absorbing topic of conversation. The prospects of the team were talked of at length, and the chances of this fellow or that of making the eleven were discussed as though school had convened for no other purpose than to play football. e 4 The next day the squad was on the field and with Sidi' McCreery as captain and Mr. Smith as coach, the slow process of rounding the team into form began. The season had its ups and downs, its victories and defeats, but, on the Whole, we were pretty proud of a team that had, despite an unusual number of injuries to star players, defeated White Plains, Cayuga, Horace Mann, Peekskill and Hackley. During the Fall term there was added to the daily schedule of school activities a new feature, the import- ance of which has grown steadily through the year. This was the military squad, under the direction of Major Physioc. There may have been mutiny in the ranks and sporadic cases of insubordination, but the morale of the corps, viewed retrospectively, has been all, or nearly all, that even Captain Bertrand could wish for. ' The beautiful days of October and November passed all too quickly. The days have gone forever, but time cannot efface the memories We hold of them. The wonderful sunsets over the Palisades, the beautiful landscapes, gorgeous in the red and yellow foliage of autumn, and the clear, crisp nights, with the moonlight shining on the river, can no more be forgotten than described by words. 4 Winter came on and with it a sudden realization that we had hockey and basketball teams that could win games. The track team, also, had a busy winter and brought back cups and medals from several meets. 138 ii..