Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 149

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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never-to-be-forgotten Olde English Christmas dinner. Everyone comes to this dinner in costume to re-live the old dinners of long ago. We

system, initiate policies, are ready at have the boar's head and the peacock all times to lend a helping hand to pic and the plum pudding, with an fellow-students and to present their clevated table for lords and ladies wishes to the council with the faculty and long lines of retainers seated be-

The Boarding Student Council's

field of action is the dormitories. There are two dormitories, Newell and Richmond Halls. The two houses each have a student-president who sits with the councils. Regular meetings are held every Monday night. Previons to these the presi- dent or some other officer has con- ferred with the social director and has learned her plans. As a discip- linary group this council investigates and punishes violations of living

close understanding of our life by the mothers of the students, we had the mothers of the Juniors spend a week-end at the dormitories. The regulations. mothers lived in the same rooms with their daughters, ate with them, met with them and played with them. This was one of the liveliest week- ends we have ever had at Normal. There was only one thing wrong- we, the Seniors, couldn't have our As leaders in promot- ing the social welfare and happiness of the boarding students through the social committee this council helps arrange birthday parties, Sunday teas, sing songs and guest nights. It also has charge of the half hour after dinner given to recreation. The campus committee is responsible for the appearance of the campus at all times. The dining room committee has charge of decorating the dining room for special occasions and de- votes itself to keeping a social atmos- phere in the dining room, where a table accommodates six students, one of whom is hostess. Each floor of the house has a student-proctor who is responsible for noise, lights, and light_cnts.

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low. This is a chaming event which we hope to make a tradition.

In our athletic program at Normal we have made a step forward in hav- ing only intra-mural games for girls. This has just been begun this year. The boys still play other schools, their small number making intra- mural games impossible. This year we have many new electives such as dancing, hiking, tennis and track.

Since we realize the necessity of extending our education beyond the confines of Normal School, for the past two years groups of Seniors have come to New York and spent two days visiting the experimental schools here. They come back much in- spired.

We have a monthly school paper, the Tower Light. You would soon see the appropriateness of the name if you rode up the York Road at night and saw the light in our tower illuminating the clock. There is a staff of students whose duty it is to assist the faculty member sponsoring the paper. Articles are written for the most part by our students, al- though faculty members frequently send us contributions, and are quite as well pleased as we are to see their creations in our publication.

A custom which, I believe, is not general to all Normal Schools is that of having thirty minutes every day when all of the students and many of the faculty come together as a group. I wish I could tell you about the many different and enlightening things which make these assembly periods so valuable. They include lectures of general interest by out- standing people, music, talks by faculty members, departmental days and student cooperative government and other organization meetings. One day this year the fine arts depart- ment brought their work before the school through an assembly in which three students made three dif- ferent kinds of posters, explaining as they worked. A few of the programs which come to my mind are: the lec- ture by Patty Hill, the one by Hughes Mearns, and the one by the Foreign Students from Columbia.

Normal School has an honor fra_ ternity, whose objectives are scholar- ship, character and achievement, and these ideals are upheld and insisted upon constantly. Faculty members who were honor students in their re- spective Alma Maters constitute a Senate. They and student members decide on student candidates for membership. During the past year this society has worked with the D. A. R. in compiling Maryland histori- cal material.

I have told you something of the beauty of our campus-would you like to know how the students make definite contribution to this beauty? Every spring there is one whole day known as Campus Day. Next Mon- elapsed, you start home again, happy day we shall have Campus Day. and comfortable, with the shortest Latin Quarters.

The entire

student body and

faculty spend the day improving the campus. The special interest this year is in making a nature trail through a very lovely glen behind the school. The students intend to bring hack wild flowers from their home localities to plant along the trail so that we may have all parts of the State represented in this nat- ural garden.

These things will give you just a glimpse of our life at Normal School which students think is rich and full and challenging. We would like to think that some suggestions from us might be carried to another campus.

ON LETTING YOUR HAIR GROW.

When in a moment of loss of self- control you decide to let your hair grow, your troubles have just begun. Perhaps your heroine of the moment has long hair, perhaps your best friend is wearing hers unbobbed, or perhaps a "boy friend" likes long tresses-whatever the cause-the re- sults are all the same. Every morn- ing for a week yon awake expecting to find at least an inch more added to your

"mane." Extreme disap- pointment is experienced when you find that your hair apparently has grown none at all. You almost de- cide to apply the shears once more, but encouraged by parents and friends, you continue the struggle.

Finally, the day comes when the tips of your ears are covered! Hur- rah !- but wait-the new button earrings won't show! What shall you do? You try sticking your hair behind your ears, take one peep into the mirror, and hurriedly pull your hair down. Assuredly you are not the Naldi type. Then you try parting it in the middle, and drawing it back so as to show the ear-tips No, that won't work either. Neither are you a Madonna, nor will the still too-short locks "stay put." In great and unmitigated disgust, the earrings are laid tearfully aside, and you sally forth without them-your locks straggling unevenly about your face!

You are invited to a big dance. Again you struggle with the wayward hair. Still it refuses to behave as well-bred tresses should. At last it is up, the combs are placed, the beau- tiful pearls show in your ears! Un- bounded joy and happiness prevails. In your glee you dance a few steps! Alas! the fall of Jerasalem and Babylon is as nothing compared to the fall of your coiffure! The combs remain where they were placed, but the hair has escaped from them. In horrible disgust and profound sor- row you regard yourself. Then a flash of genius comes; hastily seizing your coat you rush to the nearest barber. After half an . hour has

"boyish bob" yon have ever had. Stopping by the gutter and drawing two objects from your pocket, you drop them in. Theu you shake your cropped head, ruffle up the hair, and whistle cheerily. The combs are gone, and your hair is short; the world is sunny, and half an hour of attempting to put up your hair at least ten times a day is saved. Your troubles are over!

Charlotte Harn, Jr. Il.

NU SIG NOTES.

What's the matter with Nu Sig? Oh! they're all right; Who's all right?

Nu Sigs! Nu Sigs!

If you don't believe me, just listen to what happened on Saturday, May 7th, 1927. Our annual Spring For- mal was held in the Blue Room at the Belvedere Hotel. Who couldn't have a delightful time when every- thing lent itself to the occasion? You can't stand along the side lines when Bob lula's around. Don't you just love to wear funny caps, and torment all your friends with confetti and serpentine? I do.

Best of all, there were the favors. If by any chance you see someone sporting three little silver bracelets bound together with a Nu Sig seal, you'll know where it came from. And if by any chance you see someone else displaying hammered silver cuff links you know where they came from too.

The programs were very attract- ively designed, the outside cover be- ing ivory with the Nu Sig seal in gold. The girls just cannot resist

filling ont such programs as those.

A grand march was one of the main features of the evening, led by our alumnae president, Cornelia Wilson, '22, followed by Mildred Mit- chell, '26; Mary Ryan, '27, and Delma Holden, '27.

There were noticeable signs of spring on every hand, from the flow- ers to the lovely pastel shades in evening gowns.

It was so good to see the girls who had graduated some time ago. They were there in full glory. School teaching hasn't deprived them of any pep.

The girls of the Sorority have also been busy getting ready for the com- ing year. The officers for the year 1928 are as follows:

Virginia Poole-president.

Helen Nicols-vice-president. Mary Harrison-treasurer. Mary Mathews-secretary. The Sorority picture is to be taken next week. All in all, we're just as busy as we can be.

Instructions To Travelers.

When in America, don't take any wooden nickels.

When in Paris, don't take any

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TOWER LIGHT

PUBLISHED MONTHLY

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

TOWSON, MD.

CATHERINE MISSEL SIDNEY CHERNAK CARROLL RANKIN

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SCHOOL SPIRIT.

The term "spirit" is similar to the term "personality", in that both are indefinable, mysterious qualities. However, they are recognized as be- School spirit is lacking in Normal School. It shouldn't be, and it is up to the Seniors and Juniors, with efficient faculty leaders, to show that there is a school spirit among us, though at present it seems to be lying dormant .- Josephine Fischer. Sr. 8. ing present in human activities and persons gloriously successful in life. For instance, the success of our own nation has depended largely upon the spirit prevailing amidst the struggle for democratic existence. The "Spirit of '76" is a familiar phrase to us all, and reference to it serves as an incentive in "putting things over" today. What this won- HEY HEY! JUNIORS! derful thing is that makes us or con- ditions, as we and they are can- The Class of 1928 will soon be the Senior Class of the Maryland State not be answered in mere words; it can only be felt. What a tremen- Normal Schoil. Soon, did I say? dous gripping force it is. Why, it is just a matter of weeks. "All too soon"-so run the thoughts of the Seniors. "Much too soon," say the instruc- tors, with a sigh.

It is especially true of schools. For it is a means to develop a school along lines that are good and fine. llowever, in Maryland State Normal School there is only a mere shadow "Just about time"; that's how we feel about it. of a "school spirit" compared to that, which should predominate among the "Time"- that is the keynole of the whole matter, for this is the Normalites. Where is it needed, and lacking? For instance, our Tower time of the year when we must think

Light. It is worthwhile and impor- of the "times" of next year. With tant, but it needs our contributions, the acquisition of the new title- suggestions and whole-hearted co- operation. Is it helped to be a suc- ress ?

Then there are the Student Coun- cils. They need backing. Is Nor-,ules, the most drastic change being mal giving its backing? What of the student teaching course. Have you looked through the catalogue re- the various clubs, notably the Ath- letic Club and its functions in game cently to see just what we will have activities. Does it or its members to buck up against in the line of subject matter? Do so! I promise receive a one hundred per cent. sup- port? Are all the members of the' that you will find it of interest, at clubs loyal ? least.

We should all work in all the ar- tivities of Normal School and de- velop them. Then we will help Nor. mal School Spirit.

There is another phase of "school spirit." We should be honest with ourselves and with our teachers. Jup the social calendar of 1927-281

Have those individuals who will hold

executive positions in the various school organizations and clubs next year planned a program? If we are to have a Senior year that will be crowded with activities of the type we want and appreciate, you execu- tives must make your plans now, as that program will be arranged during the coming season. Put the cause of the Maryland State Normal School and the Class of 1928 in your hearts when you make those plans and do your utmost to make next. year a

"year of years."

In making plans for a year of years, we confront the old blockade -tradition. Sometimes we follow the paths of tradition because senti- ment leads us there, but often we follow because that is the path that demands the least exertion. Tradi- tion suggests many of next year's activities; shall we follow the easier path entirely or shall we explore a bit? For instance, what is your at- titude toward the Bill of Rights? Did you think that it was a suc- cess this past year or did you con- sider it rather important. Shall

we inflict it

upon next year's

Junior class? Do you want a year book? Support the Tower Light! What big social activities do you want the Senior social program to include? These are some of the questions that you must consider and decide upon before next year. Think them over so we can start things off with a bang.

Here's 10 a glorious vacation ! May we come back next September all pepped up for the year of years. Helen Nicols ..

MY VISION.

I see countless little feet Trudging down Life's way, Down a path by others made, By them made dark or gay.

As I with them wend my way Whether with grief or song, I see the path is just the same, Tho' it be short or long.

I see the little eager hands, The eyes, so questioning, true And vow, that tho' my best is poor My best I'll teach-and do. Frances Heaps.

Business Ethics.

"Oo-hoo! I saw you kiss Sis!" cried one of those small brothers, suddenly materializing from nowhere at all.

"Er-ah-here's a quarter, my little man," offered the embarrassed suitor. "And here's fifteen cents change," countered the little man. "One price sidered the events that are to make to all that's the way I do business."

Cynic.

Strive to give our best, and help oth- ers who cannot. Work at all times to keep the school standards high, and the school itself far above other schools.

Seniors-there will come many new experiences. First of all, there will be many changes in the type of courses included in our Senior sched-

As next year will be the last one many of us will ever spend in an edu- cational institution as an organized group, we want that year to be a crowning . success. Have you con-

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WITH SAIL AND PADDLE.

To me the quick birdlike motion. the puff of the wind in the white sail, and the tiny wavelets curling back from the bottom of an onrush- ing sail canoe constitute the most de- lightful motion in the world. I have tried to experience the same exhilar- ation that has thrilled me at the lielm of the canoe. in a swiftly and smooth- ly running automobile, but the purr of the high-powered motor had not the music of the lapping waves. and the cool air was not that of the salty river, crisp and invigorating. I have tried to feel it in a great aerial swing. but the continuous circular motion grew irksome. and the roar of the motors louder, and there was neither romance nor beauty. There is no feeling even akin to the rebellious tug of the sheet rope in one's hand, or when that is safely fastened. the pull of the current in the paddle serv- ing as a rudder; and no sound so musical as the lapping of the waves. and the flapping of the sails when the errant breeze has died away.

I sit in state, half crouched on the stern seat, and. holding the guiding paddle. gaze at the wake of disturbed, fast-receding waters behind us. I look at the gleaming breeze_filled sail, and feel as if I were a part of some great bird. The canoe skims lightly over the water, gayly breast_ ing the mock waves of the river, and dips and sways with the graceful abandon of a sea gull.

But the comparatively tranquil waters of the river are not like those of the great Bay, and at the mouth. where the river has widened. the shores are farther away. and the rapidly increasing space of water be- tween them is troubled and white- capped. It is often thus; calm with- in, rough withont.

I have sailed there often, and I have experienced both joy and fear. for the Bay can be most alluring, with its softly whispering waves and gold-flecked foam, or harsh and re- pelling, with slate gray, towering. crashing waves that may break over the canoe.

It is in a canoe that one can best observe the moods of the water. In a well-appointed, luxurious yacht one may have engines and a certain kind of speed, but it is the small craft sailor who really appreciates the mysteries and the charms of the water. He is closer to it. He has only. if he wishes, to lean over and drag his hand in the swift-flowing current, and by this simple act feel more strongly the vague, yet imper- ious "call of the sea."

struggle was certainly not attractive. The surroundings were flat, although wood-covered, and the water at one end was rank with slimy growth. We made haste to leave, although we were in no hurry to face again that mill race. But. if we wished to leave. we had to accept the inevit- able and so exerting our strength, we And the places where the small boat may venture-unexplored lakes. accessible only by narrow, grass- grown openings; winding creeks, some bordered by forest-clad hills. others by gently sloping fields and fought our way out, with the total casualties of two good tempers, a sweater which fell overboard while our attention was centered on the race, and a long zigzag crack in my favorite paddle. But we bore these dotted with old farmhouses or the losses bravely and regarded them as

summer villas of the city wealthy!

The urge of exploration has led me and my canoe iuto strange and sel- dom frequented places. One of the most interesting, although by no

means pleasant, discoveries was a mill race with a particularly fast current. We had been loitering idly along one day, as always, iu search of the new, when we came to the mouth of a creek which we had never be- fore explored. It was, therefore. with not a little interest that my friend and I swung the bow of our trusty little vessel into the channel. A channel was necessary, for on either side the water, so it seemed to us that day at low tide, barely

covered the sandy bottom. We did 'pants of the little shore homes we not have much difficulty at first in keeping to the deeper water; but suddenly we felt a quiver throughout the sensitive frame of the canoe, and realized that we had gone aground. A small matter, but just as we pushed off with a herculean effort, we felt the, boat being carried along by a strong, irresistible current. It

was too late even to attempt to re- gain the channel. There was noth- ing to do but to go ahead, and ahead was a stone bridge built far out into the water under which the stream, thus narrowed. rushed at double

speed. When I saw those stone walls I had a sudden feeling that 1 would like to slip down into the bottom and close my eyes tightly. a feeling of complete helplessness, of -. Then. before I even realized what I was doing. I renewed my hold on the paddle. and shouted some- thing to my friend in the bow ;. then we were swept at an alarming pace under the bridge. And as we went we saved the frail craft and ourselves too, perhaps, from destruction by keeping the canoe. with our out_ stretched paddles, free of the stone walls.

merely the prices we had to pay for experience.

1 must confess, though. that this episode rather frightened me. and for a while 1 was content to stay on dry land. But not for long! The sight of that dear canoe drawn up ou the beach, carefully enveloped in a canvas cover. was too tempting and once more I weighed anchor and set sail.

This time, accompanied by another canoe bearing congenial spirits, we set our course for the Bay. It was a beautiful morning with a freshi breeze that filled the white sails, and a sun that considerately remained behind a sheltering cloud. The occu- passed were just arising, and there was a stir and hustle in the summer settlements that suggested bees emerging from a winter in the hives. A gay American flag was run up a flagpole and flapped briskly in the morning air. And as we left the cottages and approached the bridge, we saw truck farmers driving their products to market. At the wharves of the summer homes of the wealthy, pretentious craft lay at anchor, and with one of these. moored some dist - ance from its dock, a disreputable fishing boat "rubbed noses."

On down the river we went, until we were so far away from the banks that we could hardly ascertain the movements of those on shore. It was now growing warmer; the sun had climbed higher and higher, and though we were even closer to the Bay than ever. the breeze had died away and the sails luffed helplessly. Physical labor was now necessary. and at each stroke of the paddle the sun became hotter and hotter, and the air thicker and thicker. Even the water felt oily and warm to the touch. The air was becoming more sticky and oppressive. but there was not a single cloud in the sky, only the merciless sun.

We were shot into the calmer, shal- lower water on the other side with such force that the canoe floated for Although some of us became some distance before either of us alarmed and prophesied a most se- took a stroke. In spite of the some- vere

storm, our protests were what popular belief that satisfaction drowned by the impetuosity of the is the fruit of toil, we felt that our more venturesome, and we continued present position added "insult to in- on our way. By the time our fleet jury." For the inland lake iu which had reached Thomas' Island in the we now found ourselves after our ; Bay, the crew was worn out. We ran the canoes up on the beach, and with one accord rushed for the cool- ing shelter of the woods and sank gratefully upon the moss-covered ground, too exhausted to speak. After that broad expanse of dazzling water. helpless under the flaming sun. the shadows of the trees were most inviting, and under them we re- covered somewhat from our weari- ness, as we ate our lunch, and dis- puted ownership with the various habitants of the creeping and crawl_ ing world.

But we could not stay there long. The search for water led us farther

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and farther inland. Although most of us were too tired, too warm, and too thirsty to appreciate it, it was really a pretty walk. The path led for the most part through the woods, thickly overgrown, and showing an abundance of holly and laurel. The shy summer flowers were beginning to disappear, but here and there we saw a gleam that proclaimed the early goldenrod. And at the edge of the woods a trumpet vine with glow- ing red blossoms ran riot over an old, tumbledown fence.

That fence bordered a plowed field, and a plowed field meant human habitations. We plodded wearily through the deep furrows. It seemed to us that the sun had never shone so pitilessly, and coming as we did from the sheltering woods with lurk- ing gray-green shadows, the change was doubly startling., Weary and dusty, we reached the calm of an old Negro "uncle" who directed us to his pump, and seemed disposed to talk. He spoke so glowingly of a certain view to be obtained from the top of a nearby hill, that, tired as we were, we toiled up. When we reached the summit, we felt that we were amply rewarded for our climb. In front, behind, and on one side, was water: the Bay, mysterious, far- reaching, stretching away to the horizon, over which peeped the tips of bright sails; South River, curving back inland, flinging out her arms into innumerable, hill-bordered tribu- taries, and Fishing Creek, blue and placid, and faithfully reproducing in its calmness the surrounding scenes.

In spite of the elevation there was no breeze, and we were warned by the suspicious stillness of the water and the rising temperature to hasten back to our fleet. Scarcely had we embarked, when we noticed with alarm the fishing smacks sneaking in behind the point for safety. But be- fore we reached it, the storm broke, one of those sudden Bay squalls which threatens all day by extreme heat, but which never shows a dark cloud or a drop of rain until it bursts forth in all its fury. We were fairly caught. The water, which had been so quiet, now heaved and rolled and smashed dangerously against our frall craft. To our companions in their sponson canoe these waves could not mean so much, but we in our "straight side" watched every foam- erested billow with rising fears. But we had faith in our little vessel. Even in our anxiety we noted with pride how she obeyed every stroke of the driving paddles, how gallantly she rode the angry waves which we had expected to break over us. It is quite true that some did carry out their threats to fill the bottom of the canoe with water, but that was not the fault of our brave little bark. It was due to the faulty management of

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Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 149

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