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Show Prenzlow and the procession in and out of the classroom buildings. They were filled with green slate blackboards and metal chairs with white oak desk tops. But it was the Science wing that boggled Kim's mind. There was an entire rooms filled with rows of sinks and water spouts which were set in long formica cabinets, and shelves with microscopes and new textbooks. It was the fancy laboratory she had ever seen. "Our science wing," Mr. Prenzlow announced, "was made possible due to the generosity of many kind alumnae and parents." Mr. Prenzlow put extra emphasis on the word 'parents', then smiled smiled warmly at the group. The administration buiding, however, where Mr. Prenzlow's office was located, was old and musty smelling and Mr. Prenzlow walked quickly through the halls of the building, ignoring the antiquated lights and wiring and creaking wooden floors and commenting instead on the small classes and wonderful educational opportunities of the school. The headmaster spent most of the time in the Mary Park Dobson Recital Hall and the new gymnasium. The Recital hall had a small stage and gold velvet upholstered seats on blue carpeting. Mr. Prenzlow said that it had been donated by Phelps Dobson, a father of one of the students. The headmaster was obviously proud of it. He spent over twenty minutes in the main hall itself, describing the amazing accoustics and the marvelous music program at Miss Putnam's. Kim's legs were aching from standing by the time Mr. Prenzlow finally led the group out of the recital hall, onto 17 |
