Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 37

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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The registrar was easily found and the fees disposed of. All things just came off finely !

Now, for your opinion, dear Diary. Should 1 or should I not make September thirteenth a Red Letter Day? You know. there are many red letter days, even if I did not consult you about them.

R. S. ALLEN.

June 7. 1922.

Dear Diary :

It has been such a long time since I've written to you, but really, I've been very busy. I'm so tired now, I can hardly write, but I just must tell you about the entertainment we, the Juniors, gave to the Seniors, today-just before they graduate tomorrow. 1 think we'll all agree it was a Red letter Day for all.

Such a busy host of Juniors you never saw in your life as we were this morning! Some of us walked over to Roger's Forge to get ready for the "Country Fair." Tents, of bed sheets, were In- geniously made upon the trees,-large ones for the bigger events, and smaller ones for gypsy fortune tellers, vendors and side shows. By now. the fair grounds were in readiness. Meanwhile, more Juniors were back at the dormitory, preparing prizes for the running events, the prize baby show, and the favor booth, and oh, I mustn't forget the eats!

Talk about fun! You should have seen the dignified Seniors being escorted by a "mamma" and "papa" Junior, with pockets full of paper money. They began to arrive about two o'clock, and then the big time began. "Papa, I wanna balloon!" "Mamma, gimme five cents to buy some popcorn!" "Daddy, please win me a baby doll!" could be heard on all sides, for the families were play- ing their parts well. Such happy confusion you can't imagine, un- less you've been to a real fair. One family was having its fortunes told by a gypsy in a tiny tent, another went to the minstrel show, where "colored gentlemen and ladies" made merry with song and dance. Another big attraction was the prize baby booth, where, if you were a good enough shot to put three balls in a box, you then became the proud possessor of a gorgeous baby doll, which was really a lolly-pop with painted face and vari-colored crepe paper dresses. Another very attractive booth was the one where, with almost no effort, one might obtain a balloon, a bag of peanuts, a package of popcorn, bananas, apples and cool fruit, lunch, and pink lemonade. Then who'll ever forget the side-shows-the singing pygmies, only two and a half feet high, the spineless woman, and the sheik, who, late in the afternoon, came from his tent and strolled amidst the crowds, evoking loving remarks from most of the ladies present. One of the best and most important events was the "Trip to Mars," way up on the hill. Here, adventure loving folks paid their ad- mission and were blindfolded. What really happened after that very few but the "show proprietors" know. They were told to sit beside the king upon a throne, which, quite unexpectedly. gave way under them. Then they passed on to a high. natural bridge, from which one misstep meant instant death on the rocks below. Last and most thrilling was the "airplane" trip back to earth. This was really a fast trip in a laundry basket, on two slippery boards, down to the very bottom of the hill and then a "dump up." The people

who had taken the trip were allowed to stay in the tent and watch the other victims. Will I ever forget the pleasant revenge we got sending some of the faculty back to earth? It was worth the tired arms and legs.

Or will any of us forget the various races staged just before supper, when the illustrious faculty and student body almost broke their necks for a pound box of candy? Or, and I'll mention this only to you dear Diary, the wading party, including Miss Timberlake, of which many snaps were taken.

I just notice that I've used up nearly all the space allotted to June the seventh, but I must tell you about the picnic supper. Royal! That hardly describes it. Such "eats" I never saw before. There were pickles, chicken salad, ice cream, deviled eggs, tomatoes, olives, candy, lemonade, rolls, "hot dogs," and oh, many more things which. I can't remember, even though it has been only three hours since 1 ate it all. The sun looked, as it set on the fair grounds. dotted with all sorts of groups, all eating and laughing or talking. I wonder if some of the girls and boys will ever forget what pleasant opportunities Stevenson's Woods offer in the way of secluded wood- land nooks for farewell talks ?

After every one had eaten all they could and a little more, songs were sung around the fire, and then we walked wearily, but happily, home, gathering daises for decorations at Commencement tomorrow.

I've just had a cold shower and feel quite well, considering. Did we have a good time all together Juniors and Seniors? We'll say we did !

DOROTHY MeLYMAN.

Saturday, December 9, 1922.

Early morning of Saturday, December 9th, found loyal mem- bers of the Class of '23 working in the auditorium, and all through the main hall. The very air seemed to vibrate with the tense feel- ing of excitement. Yes, you know. At least some of you do. Of course, it was the Decoration Committee, the bane of Virginia's ex- istence, making ready for the Senior Thanksgiving Dance. They were working especially hard, and original ideas were floating in large proportions everywhere; in the hall, in the doors. on chairs, and tables, and even to the top of the tallest step-ladder. It was our first Senior dance, and we were going to prove to those members of '22 that we were the very "livest class" that had ever come to Normal.

And, oh, how good it was to see them all coming back! The morning passed like winged lightning. We worked hard. More Seniors came to help out, and between times ,we stopped to greet the Homecoming Alumna. Squeals of delight and yells of greeting were heard on every side. We all were "as happy as kings." We

missed some and asked about them. And will you believe it? Some we didn't recognize at first sight. How could we? Why. they were decked out in all the glory of their first three months salary. New coats. hats, and shoes. "Dear me." we said. "Just wait until we begin to teach."

At eleven o'clock. the Alumna found their way to the music room, where they had a little professional "Experience Meeting." which we afterward heard, was very enjoyable and profitable, both to them and to the members of the faculty, who met with them.

When the meeting was over, each alumna was escorted to lunch by a proud and happy Senior. At two o'clock lunch was served. It was "extra special" to celebrate the occasion, and We were all more than hungry. so you know we enjoyed it.

The Auditorium and Hall never looked better than they did that night wit hthe artistic and elaborate decorations- crepe paper. palms. cozy furniture, and fluffy pillows. Music, delicious punch, and a lively, good-looking crowd of Alumna and Seniors, finished the beautiful picture. What more could you want? Oh, it's great to be a Senior at Normal School, when dancing time comes round ! R. COLE.

M. S. N. S., May 9, 1922.

Dear Juniors :

Aren't you getting excited about the Field Day, which is to be next week ? We Seniors have noticed you practicing for it. and we are prepared to meet teams just as good as ours, so you may be sure that there will be plenty of well-matched events to keep every one interested.

You know, we can't help being even more interested than you. for we have such pleasant memories of Field Day last year. Yes, that was truly a red letter day for the Class of '23, and if we had never been recognized as a superior class before, we certainly com- manded attention that day, for the '23 teams won every game of the meet. exeept speed ball, and by far the greatest number of points in the individual events. We were only Juniors then, and our opponents were Seniors, but the Class of '23 showed everyone that day what real spirit meant. Of course, we were proud of our stars -Anna De Ran, Louise Covington, Edna Kirby, and Isabel Stevens but far better than that was the pride in our class which we felt so strongly that day, and which even the boiling sun could not scorch away.

One of the things we enjoyed most was having Miss Tall award the badges we had won. You know it always makes one feel more eager to do something worthwhile when one knows that she is interested in it, and we certainly appreciated it when she took enough tim efrom her other duties to be with us for an hour.

Then, too, we learned so many things that day that will be of ase to us next year. The organization of events and refereeing.

which we will need to know so much about for meets in our own schools, are much simpler to ns now that we have seen the manner in which Miss Cook and Miss Gaffaney managed it last year.

With such memories, can you wonder why we are looking forward so eagerly to Field Day this year? We are certain that it will be just as enjoyable and profitable an occasion as it was last year, and we are working hard to hold the place we make then. However, we wish you all sorts of good luck, and hope that next year you can look baek on your Junior Field Day with as happy a feeling as we now do on ours.

Sincerely, A MEMBER OF '23.

GOVERNOR'S DAY.

"Get ready everybody, for the Governor's visit to us on No- vember 20th," were the words that echoed through our corridors during the fall months. Just why should the Governor come to visit us? Is there anyone else in the State that should know better than he just what kind of a dormitory we need here, how we live and just what we are trying to make the teaching profession stand for?

As the Governor and other guests came into the anditorium, they were very enthusiastically greeted by the student body. In introducing him to us, Miss Tall remarked that the only prepara- tion we had been able to make was taking stock of conditions in and about Normal School; whether they were such as would please the Governor and whether they were such as would please ourselves.

The student body saluted the flag in his honor, after which several children from the elementary school came up and took him down to see their school. After a short visit in the elementary school he was escorted baek to the alumni rooms, where a buffet luncheon was served.

The Governor felt that we, as teachers, have a great work to do and that the public school is the only absolutely vital factor in the welfare of the State. The children of today are the citizens of tomorrow, and they must be eapably taught, not only the funda- mentals of education, but there must be inenleated in them ideals of honesty, fairness toward all, an da desire to become one hundred per cent. efficient in everything. Of great importance in developing this attitude is the personality of the teacher. Teaching will then not only be a means of livelihood, but it will become something sacred-a profession.

When our guests left every student felt a closer relationship with the State's chief executive. and we really feel he was inter- ested in our cause and saw our many needs.

We give three cheers for Governor's day, and may there be one each year at Normal !

RACHEL BARNES.

CHRISTMAS AT M. S. N. S.

When Mary Pringle wrote her book, "Yule Tide in Many Lands," she neglected to mention how large schools celebrate this annual festival. Surely they have some form of activity, even though they are closed during the actual time of merrymaking.

We of the Maryland State Normal Senool have an annual custom of singing Christmas Carols the night berore leaving for the Christmas hohdays, which brings us much real enjoyment, and many of the people of Towson have made us feel that they look forward to it with pleasure.

In our Junior year, the entire student body formed in front of Newell Hall, marched around to Miss Tall's residence, and from there made a tour of Towson, singing our carols as we went. The people of Towson had been notified of our proposed route and many were the homes with lighted candles in the windows, signifying that they would like us to carol for them.

In spite of the warm clothing which we had been advised to wear ,all returned very chilly indeed, and glad of the comfort of warm radiators.

After a little warming up, the Newell Hall and Gymnasium Hall students assembled in the big dining room for the last party of the old year. The girls in Administration Hall were not invited, since they had had a party of their own a few days previous. Both parties were highly successful and the little gifts caused a great deal of merriment.

After everything had apparently quieted down for the night the Seniors sprung their annual surprise by forming a long line and parading through the halls, singing carols. Then they went outside and regaled Miss Tall, the boys, and the girls in Administra- tion Hall with their carols.

We had scarcely quieted down from this Senior outburst, when the boys began. Personally, I know of nothing so melodious as boys' voices, singing in harmony on a clear night, first from the distance, then coming closer until they were under our windows, then gradually drifting away again.

This year we were afraid the custom of carol singing would have to be discontinued, owing to the illness of Miss Shurtz, but Miss Cooley came gallantly to our rescue and led us through with flying colors (and flaming torches).

For various reasons, it was decided to have the carol singing on the campus, and invite the public to hear us. In front of Miss Tall's house, there is an evergreen tree, which seems to have spent its life growing for this special occasion. It is just the size and shape a Christmas tree should be, and was soon selected by the com mittee composed of our electrician, Mr. Richardson, Miss Greenlaw, and several of the boys. The tree was wired and gaily lighted with vari-colored bulbs. A large star shone from the top. The tree was illuminated the night before the singing that all might see it, and the

night before we went home everyone assembled in front of the dor- mitory according to custom, Miss Cooley led the way to our beautiful tree, where our visitors gathered to hear us sing the story of Christmas.

After the singing we raced up the hill to the Administration Building, where we spent a gay evening in the Auditorium, dancing, playing games and receiving our Christmas gifts.

Later in the evening when everyone was supposed to be in bed, we took our turn at surprising the Juniors, and I'm sure we enjoyed our Senior privilege even more than we had expected to when we looked forward to it as Juniors.

Then came the boys' turn, this time with an orchestral ac- companiment, much finer than that of the year before.

At last our celebration was over and we went to bed, the Seniors happily conscious that their attempts had been enjoyed and the Juniors already looking forward to their Senior days.

PHYLLIS BUTTS.

JUNIOR "HOP"-CLASS OF '23.

The "Hop" is one event in the year, to which all Juniors look forward.

The Junior "Hop," given last year by the Class of '23, was a great success. It afforded pleasure to everyone concerned. While many were dancing, others were playing cards and having a de- lightful time.

All of those who were present realized the artistic ability of the decorating committee, when they saw the Maroon and Grey beautifully draped about the hall and corridors.

The music which was rendered by Mr. Schoenfelder and his orchestra, gave you a feeling that you could dance all night, instead of dancing to "Home Sweet Home" at eleven o'clock.

I feel sure that the Junior "Hop" of this year was just as dear to the Juniors of '24, as the Junior "Hop" of last year was to the Class of '23.

ERNEST L. BARTLES.

Mr. Walther-Every estuary is a large month, but not all large months are estuaries.

Lavinia-"When I graduate I shall step into a position of $20,000 per."

Sara-"Per what ?" Lavinia-"Perhaps."

Jada-"How would you classify a telephone girl? Is hers a business or a profession ?"

Ann-"Neither, it's a calling."

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baNANas !

Parsons

CLASS POEM.

Ethel E. Jones. 1. Dear twenty-three, upon thy pathway bright, May joy and happiness, thy leader be- And when at last thy goal has been attained, May Normal ever more be proud of thee. 2. May thy success, be but thy virtue true, And twenty-three will make a standard high, By which her loyal members ever strive- To do their very best-or. struggling. die. 3.

Thy colors of maroon and gray we'll fling Upon the breezes of the future bright ; Oh, may they be an inspiration rare ! To lead a fellow classmate in the right. 4.

Into the world, old twenty-three now starts, The trials that are to come, we know not of; But may we ever pledge, our best to do, Old twenty-three and Normal, ever love. 5.

A rough and stony pathway may be ours, 'Our loads we'll bear, and always with a smile, For after we have reached our hoped for goal, Then comes a chance to play and rest a while. 6. The memories of the past will make us glad- The days at Normal spent. a joy will be- For like a chain of gold that ever lasts. Thy memories will follow twenty-three. 7. The faculty will be our leaders true, To guide us as they did in days of old. Dear twenty-three will always have a place For those who live beneath the white and gold. 8. So Normal, faculty and class-mates true, As our career at Alma Mater ends, Cheer us upon our path with wishes fond, Of ideals, memories, hopes and loyal friends.

CLASS YELL, '23.

Chicka-lacka ! Chieka-lacka !

Chee ! Chee ! Chee ! Hurrah for the Class of '23.

Haeka-racka ! Hacka-raeka !

Hip, Hooray !

Cheer for our colors, Maroon and Gray.

Booma-lacka! Booma-laeka !

Sis ! Boom ! Bah !

Normal forever !

Rah! Rah! Rah!

Ethel E. M. Jone.

CLASS SONG.

Three cheers for Old Normal The school of our pride, Twenty-three and her members, Will walk by your side.

To our colors we'll sing, In our work and our play, For we love those dear colors, The "maroon and the gray."

CHORUS: "By our deeds you shall know us." Our motto we'll sing, Twenty-three's praises Through Normal will ring, With a cheer each day, For "maroon and gray," Long live twenty-three.

When school days are over. For dear twenty-three, We will give all our praises, Dear Normal. to thee. For we love our old school, And our classmates so dear, For "maroon and gray" Twenty-three gives a cheer.

Miss M .- Who wrote the most, Diekens. Warren, or Buliver? Ruth-Warren wrote " Now and Then. " Buliver wrote "Night and Morning. " Dickens wrote "All The Year Round."

Little spots of knowledge. Little puffs of wit, Make the simple Juniors, think the Seniors, it.

CLASS CREED.

When days are dark with difficulties, when skies are clouded by doubt and discouragement, the Class of 1923 finds satisfaction in The belief that out of a mistake comes not failure, but strength to face our task anew; that there is beauty in all of God's creations- in the meanest of our fellowmen; that within every child lies the possibility of a noble man; that joy comes only through service ; and that, therefore, our lives should be always happy for the nature of our profession-the basis of our calling demands daily service that is unselfish, noble and sincere.

CAROLINE READ.

PASSING OF THE ACADEMICS.

Listen, my children, and you shall hear, Of a class to some of us Seniors, dear. The Acadamics, the name of that class, From the doors of Normal, forever will pass.

DO YOU KNOW THAT-

In nineteen-twenty-one we entered this school ? Today our class-the Acadamic, passes from Normal forever? Miss Van Bibber was our class sponsor; Ruth Cole our Presi- dent ; Cecelia Seipp, Vice-President; Delma Brice our Secretary, and Florence Duvall, Treasurer ?

Our colors were Green and Gold ?

It was Miss Tall's first year as Principal of the school ? Mrs. Stapleton taught us English ? Miss Van Bibber taught ns History ?

Miss Greenlaw taught ns Industrial Arts ?

Mr. Race taught us Science ? Miss Amberson taught ns Home Economics ? Miss Shurtz taught us to sing ? Miss Cook taught us in the gymnasium ? Miss Snyder taught us Drawing ? Miss Scarborough taught ns Mathematics? Miss Sarah E. Richmond was our Dean ? Miss Wilsie Bank was our Social Director? Mrs. Helen R. Lilly was our Matron ?

There are twenty-eight Seniors who were members of that class ? No matter what we did we had to study ?

! We always sang Alto in Assembly and did it beautifully ( ?) ? We had one party the whole year ? We went on hikes and had the best kind of times? We were not allowed to have dances ? We had oceans of fun the whole year? 1

The faculty often considered us a nuisance, but had to like us? We won the banner for Athletics ?

Final tests were given us on the whole year's work, and ha to be taken while the Seniors and Juniors were at Tolehester all day ? Each one of us love and honor Miss Van Bibber? Long live our love and memory for her.

We all love Normal and hate to leave her ?

This is all true, as true ean be ?

Each Academie will stand by the Faculty, the School and her Class ?

Here started our friendships and here they have grown ?

Good-bye, we say, dear Normal, We leave you with a sigh, But ever loving our dear school And days that have passed by.

The Academic Class has passed, Long may her memory live, And may each member, to Normal Her songs of praises give. ETHEL E. JONES, RUTH COLE.

To ye immortals. ye teachers of truth, Greetings:

If an Agassiz finds pleasure in digging among the fossils in order that he may interpret the great story of prehistorie life; if a Thoreau, by Walden Pond is delighted with his bugs and beetles; if a John Burroughs on his little patch of ground in the Valley of the Mohawk, glories in his life among the birds and bees; if a Luther Burbank is enraptured with his work of transforming a worthless desert cactus into an edible fruit, or in producing a sweeter rose or fairer lily; if these and other workers, whose names are legion, revel in the love of their work-then, by what term shall we designate the joy that should be the teacher's, who works not with mere fossils, nor with bugs or beetles, nor with birds, bees and flowers, but with the child, who is at once the most complex, the most plastie, the most beautiful, the most wonderful of God's erea- tions? Yes, it's a wonderful thing to be a teacher; it's a great thing to teach school.

FRANK W. SIMMONS.

Ethel-I hear you have broken your engagement with Tom. May I ask why ?

Rose-I was telling him about my "hope" chest- Ethel-I see nothing in that. Rose-Well, he said he didn't know anything about a hope chest. but he had a beautiful scrap book. 76

A TRUE PATRIOT.

It was night and a dying fire made plainly visible the interior of a miserable room. Its walls and floor were bare; a bed was drawn forward for warmth; a table at its foot and a low broken- bottomed rocking chair before the hearth, completed its furniture. Outside, the snow was falling fast and the wind moaned, while at intervals the dull howl of dogs proclaimed that darkness had not entirely quieted the sounds of the disturbed world.

A woman's figure moved to the side of the bed, restlessly, but quietly. She was fair and young, yet it was a task almost beyond her strength to attempt to lay her hand upon her only son for fear he would not be there. Fortunately, she found him still snug in his bed, and she quickly stole away, back to her room.

Wilmont had not slept a wink all night. His thoughts were with his college friends, who were going to leave for the training camp the next day. He had not been given permission to go, but, knowing that it was his duty, he had decided that night to accom- pany his friends. In the morning, without a word of warning, he went off to college, where the boys had been training. He departed with the idea of never returning.

The old bell, high up in the college belfry, that had once summoned the students to their daily labors, and had tolled out the Angelus for nearly a hundred years, was silent now and in its place the notes of the bugle voiced the call to duty. Outside was all the bustle and noise of the camp,-the boys preparing to leave -- within the building was the quiet and hush of the house of death.

Some days previously, hurried word had come for the boys to leave for the training camp. The day was at hand. and a tall, broad-shouldered student. with dark hair, stood by an open window of the study hall gazing out into space. At the sound of the bugle call the hot blood rushed to his pale face and tears dimmed his large, black eyes. Wilmont tapped him on the back and said in a low, quivering tone, "Come, my dear friend, we must be off, the time has now arrived. This morning I left without saying a last fare- well to my mother, for she was unwilling for me to go and-"

Clint turned towards him, his piercing eyes staring him squarely in the face, "Yon disobedient, ungrateful scamp, disgrace stares you in the face! Never speak to me again." Wilmont, his blood boiling and angry with his most intimate friend, walked off and joined his company.

At last the gay crowd of young soldiers boarded the Flyer and they were off at a minute's notice, for the camp. After a short journey they reached the camp, and were introduced to their new surroundings. Then came the bustle and noise of the camp again. The following day they were ready for their hard. yet enjoyable training. This drilling lasted only two months. Word came for them to leave for France. With this news came shouts and cries

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Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 37

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