Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 142

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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We'll seek the broad freedom of wide, open spaces, The dim green of forest, the mysti- cal places,

Where leaflet and blossom, and bird- song and bee

Are calling with rapture for you and for me.

O, fling all the cares of the city aside, Its sham and its fashion, its pomp and its pride,

And seek the sweet living by cliff- steep and shore,

Where the surge of the great waters beats evermore,

And the roar of the waves and the song of the sea

Are calling with rapture for you and for me.

HONOR SOCIETY NOTES.

At the meeting of the Chi Alpha Sigma Fraternity, held March 5th, in Richmond Hall,

seven alumnae, whose post-graduate work was con- sidered outstanding, were unani- mously invited to become members of the society. Their names follow:

Miss Mary Iludson Scarborough. Honorable Charles Linthicum.

Miss Laura Cairnes.

Miss Theresa Wiedefeld.

Miss Agnes Snyder

Miss Irene Steele.

Miss Florence Bonn.

Three members: Laura Aist, Ray- etta France and Margaret Rohrer, gave county history reports that showed careful and painstaking in- vestigation. It was decided that the worth was the speaker and he seemed material on seven counties collected to have a terrible time getting the SO far, should be compiled by the history committee and duplicated by House to come to order. There was much confusion, and we were unable to really know what was being dis- cussed. We did hear them speak of the Farm Relief Bill and something about an important letter that was the files. Our knees taken from a commercial multigraphing concern before the close of the school year. The copy containing photographs and other illustrative material will be placed in the library of the school. Other copies will be sold at cost to subscribers.

actually shook and we felt guilty when this dark foreign looking man accused someone of taking it!

This county history project will be continued until material on all coun- ties of Maryland not easily obtainable

ed into this work. It is hoped that teachers interested in stressing the history of their counties will find this material helpful.

A pleasant social hour at the close of the meeting gave the members an opportunity for informal conversa- tions with one another.

THE TRIP TO WASHINGTON.

Earlier than usual last Saturday there was a scramble and hustle to go to breakfast-feet went hurrying up the steps after gulping down some breakfast. A wild dash was made for the trolley, and we missed it- suddenly and quite unexpectedly an- other car rolled up the tracks and we caught that one!

Our minds were probably not educationally benefitted while riding on the. trolley, except for reading several ads on how to become beauti- ful. how to have white teeth and by locking longingly at a handsome youth.

Finally, our destination was reached, and we stood patiently on the street corner laboriously wiping dust from our eyes and holding our skirts down. Our special bus ar- rived and we, with some of the fac- ulty members, hopped in and found that we had three too many, so three half sat and half stood all the way There was a constant jabber- over. jabber until about 10:30, when sud- denly voices stopped and paper bags began to rattle-ah, lunches! The dormitory had remembered that we are always hungry !. How good those sandwiches tasted, and the bananas and cake! We finished lunch just in time, for the bus drew up before the capitol, the capitol of our nation ! Indeed, it should thrill us immensely-we were full of ex- pectations, for we were to visit the House of Representatives and the Senate. We went into the office building of the House; there we met Mr. Linthicum, Maryland's repre- sentative. He kindly showed us the way to the tunnel leading to the House itself. We saw some gor- geous paintings and a room of statues! Then we went into the balcony of the room where the Re- presentatives come together to de- bate questions of the day. Mr. Long-

lowed to enter for only three min- utes. We heard the roll call and part of the discussion on the Farm Relief Bill. The Senate came up to our expectations and we were reluc- tant to leave. We then visited the Supreme Courtroom, which was most solemn looking, and then we went into the balcony of the Congressional Library and looked down into the huge, quiet reference room with row upon row of books. The cafeteria was visited next, for Washington ice cream was very tempting. Our visit was over all too soon, and we rode around from building to building, ending at Lincoln Memorial.

one The visit was which we shall never forget-more reasons than one-for we had our pictures taken on the steps of the capitol with Mr. Linthicum the center of attrac. tion !- and then the bus rumbled on to Baltimore, and M. S. N. S. was reached at 5:00.

Harriett Brewer, Sr. IV.

THE SCHOOL OF HYGIENE AND PUBLIC HEALTH.

On February the 8th, Dr. Roscoe Hyde, Professor of Immunology at Johns Hopkins School of Hygiene and Public Health, gave a most in- teresting talk in our assembly. He cited briefly the history of this fam- ous school as an experiment for sev- eral years before it was officially opened on October 22, 1926. This is the best endowed, largest and most thoroughly equipped, school of its kind in the world, and it will serve as a magnificent example for the founding of other schools which may follow.

Hygiene and public health is a topic of world force. It is one thing about which all nations may think in common, striving together for the prevention of disease and the pro- motion of health.

There are many departments or- ganized in the School of Hygiene and Public Health. Some of these are: departments of distribution of dis- ease, nutrition, physiology, medical zoology, and immunology. Dr. Hyde described briefly the work of each department recalling the work of Dr. McCollum on vitamines in the de- partment of nutrition.

As a closing point, Dr. Hyde said that no agent could do so much to- ward improving hygiene and pro- moting good health as the teacher, in disseminating scientific knowledge that is accumulated at such a school as the Johns Hopkins School of Hy- giene and Public Health.

LENA REILLY, Reporter.

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Dot-"I don't know; I forgot to

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TOWER LIGHT

March, 1927.

TOWER LIGHT

PUBLISHED MONTHLY

Student Editors

BY THE STUDENTS OF THE MARY- LAND STATE NORMAL SCHOOL,

LOUISE MANUEL ADELE FLOOK

TOWSON. MD.

ELEANORA BOWLING ELLEN CLARK

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MARCH, 1927

WHAT MUSIC CAN DO FOR ELEMENTARY CHILDREN.

By T. W. Rice, Class of '24.

Principal, New Market, Md.

Irving Berlin or Beethoven? Slap- stick musical comedy or grand opera ? Corned beef and cabbage or fricassee of chicken? For which of these does the public clamor? Which takes precedence over the other in the mind of "Homo Americanus"? Glance around you, observe your fellow men, and you will have answered these questions. In fact, it would do no harm to apply a self diagnosis!

The school has an issue to face music than in any other subject in the curriculum.

which it must not shirk. Children come in contact every day with the

worst in music and in other art; sel- group and individual responsibility

dom does the best enter their lives. through music training. All

In the movies, through the radio, the dren should be given an opportunity victrola and piano we get jazz. All , to exercise the natural human re- of these mediums of expression tend sponse to rhythm and melody, which to accentuate the current tendency all persons possess. A child should towards degradation and dissolution in art. be encouraged in self-expression and ¡ music offers a wide field for its de- Good music is rare in the homes of velopment. With responsibility our land. Of two hundred typical comes self-control- control of the homes investigated last year in Fred- voice, hands, feet and mind. Every erick county, in which there was child will respond to rhythm to some some form of music, 85 per cent en- degree. This training in sensing couraged only jazz! Of the remain- rhythm is perhaps the greatest work ing 15 per cent, 7 per cent encour- we can do in the Elementary School. aged both jazz and classical music; Of probably equal importance is 8 per cent encouraged only the best the development of a pleasant sing- in music! These figures are start- ing voice, with a repertoire of good ling. yet I feel safe in saying they songs. Monotones may be easily

are pretty much the same the coun- eliminated in the early grades. Every normal child likes to sing if

This means that the school has a the words and music are interesting.

great obstacle to overcome because of the lack of cooperation on the part of parents. The radio, victrola and piano could be used to advantage in the home by furnishing music of a sober and lasting quality. When WBAL. a Baltimore radio station, 'not through records of classical se-

was inaugurated, it devoted itself al- most exclusively to classical music. One of my patrons at that time, a very successful business man and father of four children, informed me that he always avoided WBAL be- cause the music got on his nerves. With this attitude on the part of the adult public, can we blame children for exhibiting a poor taste in music or in other forms of art?

The school must strive

solid foundation in musical knowl_ edge. This can be best done by giving the child a chance to gain a "sense" or "feeling" for what he hears, and encouraging him to care- fully discriminate between what is good and what is poor. The child will learn to love and appreciate fully only that which he enjoys. The safest rule in teaching music is to eliminate drudgery and devise new and better methods for holding the interest of the child.

Music is one of the greatest of all the socializing factors in education. There are more latent possibilities in my heart

There is a fine chance to develop

chil-

From scorn and elbowing rude, hide thee in me;

For go I must, and offer that for sale

Which thou and I have woven since the dawn,

With gossamer threads of hope and faith. "Too pale

The colors mid this garish throng." I mourn

At dusk comes love! Ope, Soul, thy window! He

And thou, and I, we three, hold revelry.

HELEN STAPLETON,

THE GIRLS' CARNIVAL.

A girls' carnival, under the aus- pices of The Evening Sun newspaper, will be held at the Fifth Regiment Armory, March 12.

Schools from Baltimore city and Baltimore County will be represented by various athletic teams and person- al entries.

Normal School is sending two vol- ley ball teams. According to reports from newspapers and instructors, we have a good chance to win our games.

Volley ball teams, we're backing to lay a 'self-control, initiative and active par-lyou! Here's to all success possible!

ticipation. If possible, all schools should encourage elementary and primary orchestras, glee clubs, as- semblies and entertainments. By means of these agencies the child will learn to love that for which he had little liking. Music better develops good thinking habits than arithmetic and some other subjects. It builds character and aesthetic ap- preciation. In short, the correct study of music makes for a better and richer life in all respects.

To summarize: by giving the child a foundation of good music we build character, good citizenship, a social attitude, intelligent thinking and above all, a love for the beautiful. The school can do much, but the help of the parents is essential to success. We must encourage the child to grasp and retain that which is permanent and good and to avoid and nullify that which is transitory and nn- worthy.

RELEASE.

Hide thee. my soul. The world shall

never see

Thy tender form. The windows of Make fast, and thru the shutters on the mart

Of life, peep forth. How many men there be,

Clamoring and striking, ere they can agree

To trade the gilded wares they call their art!

Throughout all this work, of course, runs music appreciation. I believe that the best way to gain true ap- preciation in the early elementary grades is through the rhythm, exer- cises and songs mentioned above, and lections. These records may come later in the grades and will reach their fullest development in High School.

Music should humanize the child. should give him a chance

for initiative. It should make him feel that he is an integral part of a group-an indispensable part. We train in citizenship through the development of responsibility,

try over.

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TOWER LIGHT

March, 1927.

THE UNLOVED LOVER.

(Continoed )

When Sekinsky got home that day he was a mental wreck. And why? All the years of his life he had de- nounced girls-because not knowing them, he had alienated himself from them.

He had seen the world as one mighty stage-and every person a player - like Shakespeare. The great majority of the performers- sheiks-fools toying with their own lives. On the other hand, he had visualized men and women, unfor- tunately but truly in the minority, studying and studying and studying, "Yes," he thought, "they are indeed the truly great-the immortal. But what of it? The greatest live the most miserable lives and die the most wretched deaths. Think of Lincoln-born wretchedly poor, ac- complishing wonders, only to be re- warded with a fatal bullet. Picture Caesar and Cicero being mobbed and brutally murdered; Poe, dying in the gutter! Is goodness, is intellect, ap- preciated ? Decidedly not! Geniuses either die unknown, or die deplora- ble deaths.

Thus Sam had judged the world as one vast horde of ignoramuses, and those few that are not, suffering because of those that are. Now he had at last realized that part of his philosophy was fallacious. Condi- tions had thrust him among girls, girls, girls! He

had denounced girls, because he had conceived them as "clowns"-he had never known that there were also others-not "flappers." Sam was inexperienced -poor child. Now he had seen one with his own eyes-just the girl of his dreams-only a few hours ago. That lonely girl-that disinterested girl-that-she. But-she was love- ly; he was loathsome! So sat Sam in a shabby old chair of his home thinking of the girl he had seen that day.

The Sekinskys, a family of eight, occupied three small, back rooms in a dilapidated, woful flat with furni- ture befitting such an unlovely en- vironment, a conglomeration of cob- blestones, backyards, children and rats. Benjamin Sekinsky, the fath- er, was a plain, honest-to-goodness worker; his factory wages were too meager, too paltry to permit the chil- dren to be educated. Mrs. Sekinsky, however, was perfectly willing to suffer hunger, only to see at least one child go through college-almost an impossibility, but she believed in "where there's a will there's a way." Hyman, the oldest son, was forced to abandon school in the sixth grade- the financial distress was so pressing. Minnie, the next child, discarded edu- cation in the ninth grade because she despised study, and' although Mrs. Sekinsky urged her on, the ninth grade was her limit. The rest were

tiny children, just beginning their ! father. Seeing an approaching "storm", Sam sought a refuge, and so to dodge trouble, he walked outside and about the house, leaving his bit of chicken untouched.

schooling. Sam was her only child who displayed any love for study; her only child who had entered a uni- versity; her wisest child; her most delicate child; her ugliest, and there- fore her most friendless child. Mrs. Sekinsky was not a beautiful woman, not an educated woman, not an in-

He met Fannie Gold as he started down the street. Fannie was an old acquaintance of his, an acquaintance that never blossomed. She liked telligent woman-she was a mother. him because he was "a brainy fel- Mrs. Sekinsky battled conditions with all her maternal energy to send her child, her Sam, her only Sam, to

low," as she termed him; but he treated her as a pal, and only as a pal. Fannie Gold was very refined; college. She gave him (although he but although Sam admired refine- renounced it) the choicest foods her

ment. he disliked her passionately, pocket could afford; the best clothes utterly. He could not give any de- her scant money could buy, and best finite reason for this-he of all, shared his joys and sorrows, her. and that ended it.

disliked his successes and failures.

"Where are you going, Sam?" she inquired, greeting him with her

usual reverence.

"Oh, nowhere; I'm just walking around a bit." He strained a smile as he spoke and passed on. Fannie was hurt as usual-he avoided her-she felt it. Yet, de- spite all this, and despite his un- pleasant features, she could not deny that she loved him.

Sam, on the other hand, was thank- ful when he had passed her. "She gets on my nerves-that girl," he mumbled as he strolled on. Then a picture flashed-Mary Lee! He paused, elated; his heart beat volup- tuously. Another picture-he walked on-dejected. "Well, I'll go home; I'll read and forget," he thought.

Sekinsky returned home. The ar- gument was over; the storm sub- sided. He sat down to study, to read his book. It was a big, thick, dry book: Immanuel Kant's Cri

tique of Pure Reason.

It was not

ten o'clock yet-but all indigent families go to sleep early to forget their emptiness. The father was sleeping already, for he had to be at the factory at 6.30 in the morning- and it took almost an hour to get

there. The small children had been fast asleep for an hour already, and the two larger children were just go- ing. . But the mother sat up, a beaten but valiant warrior, waiting for her Sam to come-and perhaps finish his supper.

"Sam," she called, "come here."

He walked from his dimly-lighted study-room into the kitchen.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to eat your supper." "Gee, ma, Can't I take care of my- self? Why don't you go to sleep?" "I won't go 'till you finish your supper!"

"But I can't eat now, mom; I'm not hungry any more. If I'd eat now. it'll be just like overeating."

"Oh! so you ate outside, did you?" Sam was glad of the misinterpreta- tion.

"Of course," he lied with relief.

"All right, then, Good night, but

other children, jealous of Sam's bet- ter treatment, joined the side of his sleep, don't forget."

Mrs. Sekinsky had heard the door close when Sam entered the house; so she walked from the last room where she had been into the first room where Sam sat meditating .on a second-hand, deformed chair. She noticed a peculiar expression on Sam's face and asked, "Sammy, why so down-hearted today? Had any trouble in school?"

"No."

"Well, what 011 earth are you worrying about?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me, Sam, don't be afraid of father's scolding. I won't tell him anything about it. Tell me what's on your mind-perhaps I can help you. Shouldn't a mother know what's ailing her own son?"

"Aw ma, I can't tell you every- thing I have on my mind-you know I can't. I'm not a baby any more." "All right then, go eat something. Don't sit there wondering when the moon'li turn green."

"That's right, mom, I am hungry." He sat down to supper. The whole family was seated around the poor, but neatly prepared square table. "Pa" Sekinsky renewed the old argument when he discovered his wife giving him plain meat and his son chicken.

"Jennie," he said sternly, "I can't and won't have this any longer. I am your husband; 1 work and sweat day in and day out, and I get plain, everyday meat. Sam don't work at all-walks around and takes life easy. Besides, he's only a son; so I should get as good, if not better, than he. And besides, he's not the only one in the family and you shouldn't treat him like it.

"But he's so delicate-has high blood pressure-that's why I treat hlm better."

. "I'm just as 'weak' and as 'deli_ cate' as he is! I'm the head of this family, and what I say goes."

"Is that so? Well, we'll see about that."

Thus the argument between the [mother and father over Sam grew tenser and tenser as he ate. The don't go to sleep as late as you did yesterday! You can't live without

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March, 1927.

"All right, ma, good night."

He turned out the light in the kitchen and returned to his poorly- lighted study room. It was Friday night-the city-hall clock had just struck ten. His school assignments

he postponed until Sunday night. Sam knew that to retire was ridicu- lous-his mind would not permit sleep. He picked up that old, big book and sat down to resume his reading-maybe he would forget. He tried to lose himself-he read a page, two, three-and that was all. All words: hyphenated, italicised and capitalized; all punctuation, indenta- tion, spacing and bold type offered no variation-it was all one big. black, blurred solid mass! Perhaps his eyes failed him? No, his vision was perfect-it was not deficiency of sight; it was exuberance of sight. His eyes were only obedient to his

beheld once again that girl-as dainty and as real as he had seen her that day. His eyes opened wide with ecstasy, but alas! Mary Lee curled back with disgust, "My, what an ugly brat. Ugh-h-h," she shud- dered. "Read on in your dull, dreary book-don't stare at me so; I'm frightened."

Sam became delirious and hysteri- cal. He laughed out loud, he stooped and tears rolled down his red emaci- ated cheek-bones. He straightened as he stood up, walked rapidly to- ward the mirror, stood very close to it, and beheld a bewildered, dis- tressed, half-sneering countenance- such as he never had seen before- such as would repel even Fannie Gold.

"Oh-h-h!" he writhed and became a contorted gorilla. He hastened back to that treacherous (but inno- cent) book, lifted it madly with both hands, and with full force sent it reeling at the spacious mantel mirror covering the entire wall above the low mantel. The glass crashed and fell in almost as many bits as pellets in a hailstorm, while the heavy book thundered as it met the floor. Se_ kinsky reached for the light-dark- ness. Still frenzied, he hastened on his tocs into the kitchen, groped in the dark and located, as if by in- stinct, his hat and a small fruit knife; placed the knife up his sleeve, hur- riedly donned his ill-shaped hat, and slipped out the back door. He tripped over rats as he dodged clothes-lines. Finally he found himself on the street, walking toward the nearby docks.

room plus the absence of Sam, she ties? Dreamer! Come to life!

instantly shrieked, "My God-my boy!" She fell to the floor in a swoon. "Pa" rushed in, and for-

"What's the matter?" he inquired. "Sam," was all she culd say as she came to. She pointed to the over- turned chair and the shattered mir- ror. He ran about wildly, seeking the son he wronged. "Ma" was fully revived now.

"It's no use looking now-he's

gone," she sobbed. "It's all your fault-your fault."

"Ny fault?"

"Yeah-you hollered, yon yelled, you screamed-all over a piece of chicken."

All the other children and tenants collected in that small, but memor- able room. "Pa" Sekinsky satisfied

son took revenge on his father and broke the best treasure in the house -the invaluable, antiqne mirror, and ran away from home! The mendi- cants (or shall I say residents) re- turned to resume their sleep and quiet their babies, but the Sekinsky family was destined to shameful dis-" integration. All night long

the mighty giant Jealousy was untiringly combatted by the weak but valiant little midget, Maternity.

In the meantime, Sam was wan- dering between the lumber piles that faced certain piers-the sleeping abode of those hopeless paupers more hopeless than he. He walked aim- lessly-blunt, broken. wasted.

It was as still as a graveyard. The sweet night breeze became blended with the pungent odor banana and watermelon piers, so that it made him quiver when it reached him. The full moon shown brightly in the clear sky as Sekinsky gazed sullenly at the pictures it painted on the water from his recumbent posi_ tion on the woodpile at the edge of the wharf. Ships were not to be seen on this side of the dock. As he sat contemplating, his mind freed- imprisoned thoughts-not vengeance on his father, but vengeance on Mary Lee. He saw her full, glorious form on the water. Still insensible, he drew the shiny steel pointed knite. He raised his hand to strike the im- pudent coquette. He reflected, his hand dropped loosely to his side. His stray, long-repressed thoughts now battled each other furiously in the form of a soliloquy,

"She may have powder on the out- side, rouge on the outside, lip-stick and brow-pencil on the outside, but -you can't deny the fact that as sure as faces have features, there's an inner goodness, an inner refinement, an inner simplicity, an inner culture in that girl-and there's no escaping the fact."

Shake off your stupor! Obliterate

your phantasies!

She's a plain, or-

dinary coquette. Can't you see - tunately with a dash of cold water gallons of paint-barrels of flour? succeeded in reviving his wife.

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Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 142

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