Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 141

Author: Maryland State Normal School (Towson, Md.)
Publication date: 1922-1927
Publisher: Maryland State Normal School (Towson, Md.)
Number of Pages: 1024

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Do you realize that the Tower Light needs your help? We need and want advertisements for the school paper.

When you walk into a store to huy something, d you ever stop and think if the store has an ad. in your paper ?

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February, 1927

D. B. D. INITIATION.

Delta Beta Delta held their initia- tion Friday, January 7th, from 6 to 10 P. M. One by one the little pledges were led down many flights of steps, blindfolded and stumbling- finally, down in the depths of "no- where," they were led into a dark mysterious room-how quiet was everything-the silence was broken by a whack-the rest of the evening the pledges spent in a daze-and much amusement to the old D. B. D's. (33 old one's were there.)

When the Junior emerged from this room, they were beyond recognition -really, no one realized that the new members were Lula Bichy, Sara

The year is now about half over, and I hope we are half way up the Clark, Libby Coale, Laura Emory, high peak. We believe when June Jean Horner, Anne Ives, Mary Keech, | arrives it will find us on the high Helen Shortall and Betty Van Sant. (Thelma Watson

and "Kennie" Caldwell, the new Seniors, helped with the initiation. )

After the "fire-works" were ended the Juniors took their solemn oath and then received the surprise of their lives-a feed! (really

they didn't eat much). After the feed Laura and Mary were returned to their reserved beds in the infirmary and the others limped painfully but happily home .- H. E. B.

START ON THE LEVEL.

At the foot of the Catoctin moun- tain, on a picturesque spot in Fred- erick county, has stood many years a red brick school house. Many les- sons it has heard taught- both good and bad; lessons in which both pupil and teacher learned.

When I first entered that school- room I found a large group of chil- dren with smiling faces, eagerly watching me as I prepared to dis- tribute books. I

stopped for a moment and wondered who would learn the most- the children or my- self. But I finally decided that this would be determined later.

The next day I started to do some real teaching; at least I thought I did. I had just graduated from Nor- mal School and my "bean" was crammed full of method and subject matter. I even had some canned goods in my . trunk, which were available in case my "bean" failed me. So I began to explain history, geography, arithmetic, etc., but very soon the children popped up and said, "Mr. -, what does this mean?"

Here I stopped; I began to think- I never did much thinking-but this was one time I really thought. And do you know l suddenly realized that I was teaching on a peak that was too high for the children. So the only thing for me to do was to throw my mental food in reverse and bump down to a lower level. After I had

I had lost some of the high ideals that I once possessed. To my great surprise I discovered that I was on the level with my children, and we were all in the Ford together. Be- fore, I was high-minded, and rode all alone. Now, while we were together, I resolved that we would try again. I cranked the Lizzie, and we started to chuck along over the bumpy road to higher standards and ideals. At first we found the road full of ter- rible bumps, and we had a hard time to get over some of them, but we tried to master every situation.

Day after day we tried to learn something new, which would bring us a little closer to our ideal.

peak looking back over the roads we have passed, some rough and bumpy, while some were concrete. After all the hard work on the top we hope to find the sun shining, and that will banish the cares of the past. Then we shall cast our eyes to a higher peak and say, "We shall tackle you next, and hope to find you better than this one."

So, after all, it doesn't make so much difference whether you ride in a Packard or a Ford. We all have to start on the level and climb the peak of life step by step .- L. H. D., '26.

JOKE.

One day Adele Flook was prepar- ing for a socialized recitation for the following day. She assigned the topic "Trouble in Kansas" to Bob Dickey. Of course Bob's mind was far away and this was her reply: "Who said I had trouble in Kan- sas ?"

Soliloquies of a Sub-Normal.

George's family is very well-con- nected. They are "hooked in" on every place on the line.

My room-mate quotes Angelo Patri: "A teacher is like God. Some- times she releases a soul." But the irreverent girl adds that the only way she will ever release a soul will be by murdering some one.

Mr. Walther, in a fourth period geography class, talking of Amund- sen's trip to the North Pole said: "And the first thing they had was sandwiches."

Margaret Baker, who was supposed to have been in this class, but had forgotten and gone to lunch, came in | hair? about this time and hearing Mr. Walther's remark, said: "No, we reached the lower level I found that didn't, we had soup first."

LAUGH IT OFF!

Mary-Mother, aren't sheep the dumbest animals you ever saw? Mother-Yes, my lamb.

Two colored men who had just re- duced the population of a farmer's hen roost, were making a getaway.

"Laws, Mose," gasped Sam, "why you s'pose them flies follow us so close ?"

"Keep gallopin', nigger," said Mose, "them ain't flies; them's buck- shot."

Teacher: Now children, I am going to tell you about a hippopotamus, but you won't know what a hippopotamus is unless you pay strict attention and look at me.

We heard one of our colleagues re- mark: "I got my winter coat today. It's not so hot, but it keeps out the cold."

Miss McEachern, directing music: When I put my hand up I want "A", and when I put it down I want "men."

The modern version should read that a miss is as good as a male.

When anything goes wrong in Italy nowadays, Mussolini apologizes to himself.

"That young doctor is quite con- ceited, isn't he?"

"Yes; he's an I specialist."

Dot: You look as if you'd suffered terribly.

Rach: Thanks! Am I as thin as all that.

Americans, we read, are gradually acquiring a culture .of their own. The only trouble now is where to park it.

"Is she intellectual?"

"No. I find her very intelligent."

Dancing, we read is on the wane. Still, there is a good deal of dancing on the wax.

Miss Eckford (showing a group of pictures) : This is a very poor pic- ture of Stevenson.

Miss Flook: What did he do? Oh! he wrote the Scarlet Letter.

She-Who is that fellow with long

He -- He's from Yale.

She-Oh, I've often heard of those Yale locks.

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THE BEAUTIES OF NATURE. Of all the beauties around us No tongue can ever tell, But our souls just grow and broaden, Our bosoms are caused to swell. .

By the glory of the blazing sunset, And the glimpse of the rosy dawn, And the myriads of stars in the heavens

When twilight's deep curtains are drawn.

We gaze at the brook in wonder And think of its ceaseless flow, It's laughter and tiny ripples, And the music it gives as it flows.

Carelessly on to the ocean, Where it's drawn by sunbeams in play, Up in a golden chariot To cloudlets far away.

We look at the verdant meadows, So dotted with little flowers,

Which lift their heads to the heavens And are grateful for tiny showers.

The mountains arise in the distance Majestic against the sky; Their purple heights in splendor With heavy storm clouds vie.

From the amber fields of waving grain,

To the ocean's vast expanse, The glory of God is manifest Wherever the sun's rays glance.

We see His love in nature, For nature is only God Showing His love for His children Thru the beauties which come from the sod.

Lorena Aist, Sr. 4.

THE SKATER'S SONG.

1 sing a song as I speed along, And I fling out my arms in glee ;

1 bend and sway oer the smooth ice away, Merry, and glad, and free.

The chill winds blow, and the clouds hold snow,

But I laugh in the face of a gale. The clear ice gleams and the cold light streams, As onward and faster I sail.

The banks, snow white, are, a dazzling sight,

And the trees like sentinels stern, Yet in patches of green, spring echoes are seen, Showing where the ice no longer is firm.

The steel skates ring, and the song they sing, Thrills on the frosty air; Whilo the blustering breeze, with its breaths that freeze Blows away my sorrows and care. Eleanora Bowling, Jr. I.

ALMOST NIGHT.

Almost dusk-a tender grayness Enfold's earth's tiredness; Almost dusk, and yet the sun Still lingers e'er the day is done.

Almost night! a breath of promise Warms earth's weary cheek- A silent stirring in the branches Sighs "Sleep, earth sleep."

And still a lingering farewell Of twilight kissing hills and dells; Then stillness, greyness, darkness

tells-

That it is almost night. L. Higbee, Sr. 6.

TO F. B.

Her dress is grassy green With tiny touches of cream lace.

A kindly countenance

Showing slight traces

Of Ages fine etchings. Soft hrown eyes

Moving wearily Under tired lids.

Like slow moving water

Is her liquid voice Soothing and lulling

Beautiful-years ago Even more lovely now.

She dares not meet My deep searching glance. The secret of her Remains my own.

M. S., Jr. 5.

THE LADDER OF LIFE.

The diamond in beauty never would glow

If it were not polished with care; Thus the dross of our lives may be refined By the hardships we must bear.

Out of these trials comes all our strength

To battle in life's hard school, To win the fight, in spite of its length, And portray the golden rule.

It is not by easy steps we climb The summit of life's domain, But by mounting obstacles in our way

We do reach the highest plain. Lorena Aist, Sr. 4.

A TEACHER'S LAMENT.

(With due apologies to my friend, James Whitcomb Riley). When the snow is on the roadside And the river's frozen o'er, And you'd like to go a skatin' With some friends o' yours once more,

Oh, 'tis then you get to thinkin' 'Bout them "good old Normal days" If you could live them once again You'd change 'em lots o' ways.

When you hear the bell a ringing And you know it's time for school, And your job is just to make them kids

Obey the Golden Rule; 'Tis there you don your dignity And try to look most wise When you find yourself a gazing Into thirty pairs o' eyes.

You'd try to 'preciate the things The teachers did for you, Instead of acting kinder smart As all of ns would do; You wouldn't mind someone's cross words, Nor someone's searching gaze If you could travel back again To them old Normal days.

A resolution might help out -- Then yes, my word! I'll make it, And swear by all the stars above That I shall never break it.

If old maid school marm I must be I'll just accept my lot

And spend my days in learning kids To be-what I was not. Constance Mullinix, one of '24.

SEVENTH GRADE POEMS.

THE STORM.

Off in distance came a funnel shaped cloud,

Closer and closer it came. Taking up everything in its path, The people grew scared and ran everywhere.

It took up the houses and blew them away.

Even the children stopped their play and ran hurrying and scurrying everywhere,

And after the storm there was noth- ing left but the gallant Oak. Edwin Kimble.

SUNBEAMS.

Across the snow the sunbeams glide, Dripping pearls clad in endless white.

The earth is a beautiful, wonderful bride, No sky was ever so fine and bright. The sun beams whisper in their sleep,

An write upon their hidden scroll, The Alpine path is so rugged, so steep,

How am 1 to reach that treasured goal.

Th espring comes with its dew so clear

And whispers in the sunbeams ear, The autumn is coming with loving soul

It will help you reach your treas- ured goal.

Helen Winter.

1830

TOWER- LIGHT

ALBERT ELOKK LIBRASY STATE TERET" BALTIMORE , MER ILAND

MARCH, 1927

TOWER LIGHT

Vol. 6 -- No. 6

MARCH, 1927

Published Monthly by Students of Maryland State Normal School, Towson, Md.

OUR M. S. N. S. CREATIVE ARTS

LOOK FOR A PRINCESS.

Princess Ataloa, a Chickasaw con- tralto, will give a concert of Indian music at the Maryland State Normal [ ance and folly. Patient in his daily School on Monday evening, March duty, he strives to conquer the evi: powers which are the enemies of 28 at 8.15 o'clock. The program which will take the form of a lec- ture recital, will include Kiowa, Chippewa, Sioux and Zuni tribal songs, also Indian Dances which will be given in native Indian costume. Princess Ataloa will be remembered as one of the Foreign Students who visited the school last October.

A TRIBUTE TO THE UNKNOWN TEACHER.

And what of teaching? Ah, there you have the worst paid, and the best rewarded, of all the vocations. Dare not to enter it unless you love it. For the vast majority of men and women it has no promise of wealth or fame, but they, to whom it is dear for its own sake, are among the nobility of mankind.

I sing the praise of the unknown teacher. Great generals win cam- paigns, but it is the unknown soldier who wins the war.

Famous educators plan new sys- tems of pedagogy, but it is the un- known teacher who delivers and guides the young. He lives in ob- scurity and contends with hardships. For him no trumpets blare, no char-

iots wait, no golden decorations are decreed. He keeps the watch along the borders of darkness and makes the attack on the trenches of ignor-

youth. He awakens sleeping spirits. He quickens the indolent, encourages the eager, steadies the unstable. He communicates his own joy in learn_ ing and shares with boys and girls the best treasures of his mind. He lights many candles which, in later years, will shine back to cheer him. This is his reward.

Knowledge may be gained from books, but the love of knowledge is transmitted only by personal contact. lin a large colored cut paper poster. No one has deserved better of the republic than the unknown teacher. No one is more to be enrolled in a democratic aristocracy, "king of himself and servant of mankind."

Henry Van Dyke.

CREATIVE ART.

One of the principal topics of pres- ènt-day conversation among educa- tors is creative art. What is cre- ative art? By creative art, we mean the spontaneous expression of ideasjin the small

Many of the students who come to the Normal School have never had art work of any kind, therefore we begin at the beginning. There are two divisions of the course; letter- ing and poster-making, and illustra- tions of stories or poems suitable for elementary grades. The hardest part of all is to get started, for no student becomes independent merely by being told to think for himself, nor original merely by being ordered not to be a copy cat. Most of our work is original, but sometimes in order to get a start we copy work, using a different medium of expres- sion. For example, a small black and white sketch will be reproduced

For economy's sake, we use news. paper to cut our pattern and after we get satisfactory ones we trace the outline on good colored paper, cut out the forms and paste all parts on our background. In making our posters we try to keep in mind the following rules:

1. Make the wording fit in as a part of the poster.

2. Keep all the areas flat and simple. Put the softest colors in the largest areas and the brightest ones spots. Any part to which we wish to call attention may

which children conceive and enter- tain. The work in the art classes in be in bright colors.

the Normal School Department is of the same nature as the work in the passerby who is 3. Make believe you are some looking at your

art classes of the elementary school. poster for the first

time. Does it

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attract your attention ? Would you stop to read it? Does it make you want to do the things it tells you about?

In these posters which you see re- produced in the Tower Light we have tried to fulfill all these requirements.

The order of procedure for illus- trations is entirely different. We decide upon the story or poem we should like to illustrate and then we take our paper and draw as much as we can without any help. When a student gets to the point where he can go no further he either gets help from the teacher or looks up a pic- ture in the library which will help with that part. When a picture is found which satisfies the require- ments he studies it carefully, closes the book and reproduces it in his picture. This is the same way as that in which an illustrator proceeds. He has a large supply of illustrative material from which he copies ideas needed to complete the hackground or foreground of his picture.

When we work with the children, we allow them to illustrate their fa- vorite story or poem, drawing the part which appeals most

to them. The results obtained are quite amaz- ing. After the picture is completed the teacher talks to each child about the story he has illustrated.

I am glad the day is past when brary.

each child is required to make a drawing exactly like the one the ; beautiful thoughts she bas:

teacher puts on the blackboard. This method was stultifying to the child's creative power, while our procedure today develops his originality and power of self expression in a truly satisfying way.

Gertrude S. Woolsey, Dept. of Fine Arts.

AN EXCERPT FROM THE MONTH- LY BULLETIN OF GARRETT HEIGHTS SCHOOL, HAMILTON.

"Food for thought" was supplied by the speakers of the evening-Miss Lida Lee Tall, Principal of Maryland State Normal School; Mr. Carleton E. Douglass, Assistant Superinten- dent of Public Education; Mrs. Harry E. Parkhurst, President of the State P. T. A .; Mrs. Harry Mitchell, the first president of the Association; Miss R. Jane Gilmour, Vice-Principal, and Mr. Folger Mckinsey. The lat- ter better known to some as the Bentztown Bard, carried us hack to "Child Land" through his poems, cleverly and delightfully depicting the "stick candy" days. Cobwebs were brushed from old memories and more than one found himself "wishing they were kids again, doing what they did then."

In short-a good time was had by all !- Christina S. Hesshan.

ANOTHER PROMINENT ALUMNA, MARIA (BRISCOE) CROKER, POETESS.

Maria Briscoe Croker, one of the best known and most cultured women of Baltimore, and a poetess of no mean worth, is an alumna of the Maryland State Normal School. She graduated in 1893 and was both his- torian and valedictorian of her class. In the same year she wrote the class essay for the World's Fair. She taught in the grade schools of St. Mary's County, was principal of the High School at Mechanicsville. and later became an English teacher in the Berlitz School of Languages in Baltimore.

Like many other of our gradu- ates, she married and has five chil- dren. all of whom are college gradu- tes. She. too, has continued her in- terest in things literary, and finds diversion in writing poems and his- torical sketches. She contributed a group of patriotic poems to the Maryland State Historical Collection and for four years wrote poems which were published in "Antholo- gy of Newspaper Verse," by F. P. Davis. Her latest, a collection of poems entitled Vision and Verity, has just been published by The Nor- man. Remington Company. A copy of this book may be found in our li_

The following express some of the

THE CARDINAL'S FLOWERS.

That spring has surely come again That dream lives again, they walk We know in Baltimore,

When tender little crocus flowers Bloom by the Cardinal's door.

In tints of yellow. pink and blue, The wee. sweet, dainty things,

I've seen them down old Charles street

These many, many springs.

This year they're blooming all in white,

Beside the Cardinal's door: And sadness fills the hearts and

homes

Of his loved Baltimore.

FORSYTHIA.

The banners of the Spring are out, Forsythia is here,

Gay hits of saffron loveliness Are shining far and near.

"The flowers are coming every one," This is the word it brings,

We've listened for the message These . many happy Springs.

The Winter's ice-locked reign is o'er, Spent is its chilling sway;

THE EASTER PARADE.

Tripping down Charles Street

See, they come thronging A bright promenade!

Baltimore beauties On dress parade.

Alluring, entrancing. This bright Easter day.

Sweet as the spring flowers That bloom on their way. Belles of Old Baltimore,

Dainty and sweet,

Tripping so merrily

Down old Charles Street!

Sunshine and blossoms. Laughter and chat, Blend with the beauty

Of costume and hat.

Grey eyes and blue eyes And soft eyes of brown,

Dear little maidens

Of Baltimore town! Beaux in attendance, Gallant and fine,

Walking together.

Walking in line!

Glorious youth In the glorious spring! Dreaming of love That the future must bring, Tripping down Charles Street

Where sunshine's aglow

Just as their grandmothers

Did long ago,

When Baltimore smiled In the ancient regime Of the dear bygone days

That are only a dream.

as before

In the Easter parade, down Charles Street once more.

They have stepped from the portraits of Bordley and Peale

Such charm to display and such grace to reveal!

No lovelier ladies in all the wide land

With grandeur and grace and proud air of command.

Their heantiful garments once more are astir

With the scent of musk roses and sweet lavender.

Such frills and snch furbelows, such rare old lace!

That frothis like white sea foam around each fair face.

Tall stately gallants bend courtly and low,

Oe'r white hands-that were laid in the dust long ago.

'Tis the spell of a moment-they vanish in air.

But the charm of their presence I feel everywhere.

And I know that their spirits have somehow touched mine,

In communion and fellowship ten- der and fine.

Forsythia's blooming down the lanes, {} wake from the spell of a day that is dead And Spring is on its way!

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March, 1927.

To the grace of the glad living pres- ent instead.

The sun is still shining along old Charles Street

Where love is still lovely and youth is still sweet;

Where beauty of form and beauty of face,

Still blend in a picture of color and grace.

No scene more alluring, more charm- ing and gay

Than the Charles Street parade on a bright Easter Day!

THE CALL.

Oli, let's away from the city's harsh din,

Its traffic, its turmoil, its strife and its din;

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Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 141

Author: Maryland State Normal School (Towson, Md.) Publication date: 1922-1927 Publisher: Maryland State Normal School (Towson, Md.) Number of Pages: 1024

Author: Maryland State Normal School (Towson, Md.)
Publication date: 1922-1927
Publisher: Maryland State Normal School (Towson, Md.)
Number of Pages: 1024