Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 48

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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I believe my life has been in dan- ger only once. Then, I was at the scientious attention to the faithful mercy of a mean ,old, red, cow. She performance of the little things of life as well as the great things, to add some lustre to the name of your chosen profession of teaching. rushed at me furiously, caught me up with her horns, and tossed me on her back. Luckily, Dad arrived in time to foil her plans.

It seems to me I must have spent a great deal of time playing movie stars. We always quarrelled over which one was to be Pearl White. These gorgeous productions usually ended in jumping off the loft into a pile of hay-that is, if they didn't end in a fight.

} was taught at home for three years. Then I started to school in the fourth grade. The first hours were a nightmare. I watched my chance and ran home at recess.

Since then, Father Time has har- vested a few more years with his scythe; years which have given me more dignity and wisdom (?) } have put up my hair, lengthened my dresses and passed the stage when I was scandalized at the use of pow- der. My friends assure me that now, 1 am quite a grown up lady.

B. C., Jr. III.

Sam T. (In restaurant) : "Do you serve lobsters here?"

Waiter: "Yes, sir, we serve every- body. Sit right down."

-With apologies to Tolo.

DR. FINNEY'S MESSAGE TO OUR ALUMNI OF 1923.

I predict for you busy and happy lives. Busy, because in spite of the fact that normal schools all over the country are turning out annually

comparatively large classes of graduates, the supply does not yet equal the demand. The need for your services is great; you have re- ceived your instruction and are go- ing out from the protecting walls of this institution, and now, in the language of the street, it is up to you to make good.

Yours will be happy lives as well, hecause useful. Happy in the abun- dant opportunity for service, and in the consciousness of duties well per- formed, for I am sure that the words of

counsel and instruction which have come from the lips of your teachers during your years of train- ing, have not fallen upon unwilling ears, but will manifest themselves in your every action.

Yours is an honorable profession; its aims and aspirations have ever been of the highest, its accomplish- ments worthy of the greatest praise, its traditions ever stimulating and inspiring-an incentive to the ut- most endeavor upon the part of

every one of you. Let it be your constant aim, not alone to keep un- sullied her fair name and fame, but as far as in you lies, by your un- selfish devotion to duty, by your con-

"One ship drives East and another West,

While the self-same breezes blow, It's the set of the sail and not the gales That bids them where to go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of the fates

As we voyage on through life; It's the set of the soul that decides the goal,

And not the storms and the (10) -

strife."

It was my privilege some years ago to attend a memorial service held in the Johns Hopkins Hospital to commemorate the life work, re- cently brought to so sudden an un- timely an end, of one who gloried in the fact that she was a nurse, and who, as such, in her compara- tively short life, had accomplished so much for the uplifting and bet- terment of her chosen profession. I wish you could all have heard, as I did, the testimony of those who knew and loved her, as to all that she had been able to accomplish; and of the enduring monument which she had bulit for herself in

the hearts of her friends and pupils; of the vast improvements which al- most single-handed she had wrought in the educational and social status of the nurse. I know it would have made you proud of your noble pro- fession of teaching-for she was primarily a teacher-and would have been a stimulus to larger en-

deavor.

It may not be given to any one of you to become an Isabel Hampton Robb, or an Alice Freeman Palmer, or a Daniel Port Gilman, but by the conscientious performance of those duties, be they great or small, which may fall to your lot in the course of a life devoted to teaching the youth of our land, you may achieve a measure of success and merit a reward that are beyond com- putation,

NURSERY RHYMES FOR JUNIORS.

Little rising bell, With your jolly tingle,

Every morning in my ears Comes your jingle, jingle.

Then with feelings very bold, I crawl right out of bed, Gee! it's awfully cold, But my tummy must be fed. MARGARET SIMPSON, Sr. V.

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Dealers in Coal, Lumber, Hardware, Builders' Supplies,

Towson, Md.

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THE ORIOLE

RHYMES OF SENIOR VI.

Christmas holiday over at last, And all the joys of the old year passed, Senior VI, with a merry grin, Decided the New Year's work to be- gin.

In English room we met the first, And all the Christmas joys hearsed.

re-

Then to history we found our way, And so continued throughout the day.

That we were sleepy, the teachers knew,

And questions they asked of only a few.

We tried to he happy in spite of the fact,

That home and friends were calling us back.

Three of our members did not re- turn,

But we were all very glad to learn That only a few more days they would linger,

Nor was there a diamond on a fin- ger.

And so we are here and expect to do Our very best, the whole year through.

And our New Year's resolution will be:

Make '24 better than '23.

MARY HILL.

MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

When I was two and a half years old I stopped in Philadelphia for several hours and all I remember is a subway, a trolley car, a long flight of stairs and a delicious breakfast of ham and eggs, eaten while moth- er continually reminded me that we were going to miss our train. We didn't miss the train however, but the only thing I remember about Sa- lem is a little girl with a garden sprinkler. I wanted to help her sprinkle the garden, but mother said that I couldn't because I would get my white dress all dirty.

When my brother was little, I al- ways wanted to play him to sleep with music. I considered my drum my most valuable instrument be- cause it would make the most noise. It wasn't an expensive instrument at, all, just a tin pan and two spoons.

One afternoon while visiting a girl friend, I decided to stay for dinner. When it began to get dusk mother became alarmed and went after me. She took me home with her and by that experience I found out that she was to know when I stayed out for dinner.

· There I sat up a willow tree ex- pecting every minute to hear the school bell ring and too scared to your talk.

jump down. Mother had refused to help me and had scolded me for climbing up there, but my little brother helped me down and I ran all the way to school.

My uncle and my two cousins, a girl eight years old and a hoy, eight months old, came to our house to live when my aunt died. It was my greatest pleasure then, to slip up- stairs and wake the baby, if the nurse wasn't looking. I always got tired of playing with him and usu- ally left him crying.

One of the hardest things I ever had to do was to put away my play- things. We moved and mother de- cided that it would be a good time to pack my toys away forever, so I climbed to the attic and packed my seven dolls, my haby carriage, dishes, furniture and all other things away in trunks. Even now I some- times go to the attic and look at them and remember when I used to play with them.

EVELYN F. PARSONS, Jr. III.

A FEW WORDS ON BASKET BALL.

The coming of the new year means the coming of a new sport for our athletic year, namely Basket Ball. As manager of this year's team, there are several facts which I wish to place before the student body.

A glance at our schedule will show that our school has been placed on a much higher standard than here- tofore. Consequently, we are facing I might say, the hardest season in the history of Boys' Basket Ball at this institution.

Through graduation last year we lost four regulars from last year's team. This means the entire re- building of this year's team.

Now, readers, lend an ear for this last and most important point. We want and need the support of every single student in this school. Our games are on Friday and Saturday evenings. The managers of both Girls' and Boys' teams have tried to so arrange our schedules that both the boys and girls' teams play on the same evening. Just think, two, } and I might say three, games in one evening.

Keep your eyes on our schedule, which is on the bulletin board, and keep these few lines in mind:

If you can't get in and play the game,

Don't walk away and pout, But hack Dear Normal to the last With a hip hurrah, and a shout., J. OWEN THOMAS, Manager, Basket Ball.

Your work counts for more than

SHAKEPEARE'S DEFINITIONS.

Freshman Year: "A Comedy of Errors."

Sophomore Year: "Much Ado

About Nothing."

Junior Year: "As You Like It."

Senior Year: "All's Well That Ends Well."

-Review.

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THE ORIOLE

BOYS' ATHLETICS.

Soccer and Basketball.

This issue of The Oriole indicates in Athletics the end of the Soccer season and the initiation of our boys into the cage game, Basket Ball.

There remains from our Soccer season a feeling of disappointment than rankles deep. The Middletown lads certainly proved to us that there are many strange breaks in

sport that prove the strength or weakness of a team and its ability to adapt itself to adverse conditions "She", evidently was I, for in under discouraging circumstances. the course of time I was entertaining Our season, however, was concluded the entire first grade drawing pic- by a victory over the strong all-star. tures.

team of Hancock and Clear Spring.

The thing that will remain in the interesting game, especially if you boys' memory the longest, and will become so wrapped up in the game often be recalled with a smile, is our you fight real fights. That is what eventful trip to Hagerstown. Our I did. I was leader of the cowboys coach was the life of the party and and Big Chief had stolen some of we can surely thank him for making my good men. Of course, I imme- the trip so pleasant. There are some diately went up to Big Chief and

but yet, if curious, ask some of the cheek, that boys for details. Trips like this are brought the blood to the surface in responsible for a successful season her face. The tears began to roll and add many memories to our down Big Chief's face and she rushed pages of experiences, especially those to the principal of the school. Af- memoirs that were purloined. The ter school Big Chief and I went time has now come, however, when home with our arms around each we should forget Soccer and center other, both agreeing "Cowboys and our interest on Basket Ball. Let us Indians," a game for boys and not all make a wish that next year's girls.

Soccer Team be even better than;

this year's and that they will be favorite game was doctoring dolls. able to make a superior record.

Our Basket Ball season is now in tients, and my friends the nurses. full swing, having already played Mary Anne, the big rag doll, was ill,

Two games, one with Teachers' so I was called to her bedside. She Training and the other with West- was indeed very ill and pink pills ern Maryland. Coach Callowhill is were the only remedy. Slowly,

working hard to put out a winning quietly, I tiptoed to my father's of- team that will bring credit to our fice and got one of his pill cases. school and we certainly appreciate White, gray, pink, red, all sizes, his efforts.

The captain of the squad is yet After dosing Mary Anne with the

unelected, but this duty will soon, be attended to we hope.

On Friday night, January 18th, pills in water. Of course, the rag to a lineman making repairs, "are the Boys' and Girls' teams of Ha-doll became normal, but the poor not fit for me to hear." gerstown, journey down here to give surgeon had to see her "doctor" "Aw," pointed out the lineman, "you can't expect to work around electricity and not get shocked." -From Ladies Home Journel. us two interesting games. Let us about the lovely pills that she had all see to it that they receive a wasted. The doctor prescribed the warm welcome to our Alma Mater. bed for the doll surgeon and to bed The team would also appreciate she went.

the backing of the student body when they play. Let's turn out and leave the sweet cheer!

C. AUSTIN GARDNER.

"BITS OF CHILDHOOD."

past and face the problems of the present. Those days will never be forgotten and it will always be a pleasant moment when I recall those sad and happy events that made up my childhood.

up for 'em today?" -Judge.

REMEMBER MOTHER.

A certain author has said that the simple word "Home" is the sweetest in the English language. Another claims the same honor for the word "Mother." But the two words are almost synonymous, for what is home without a mother?

From infancy we are accustomed to Mother's loving attentions; her anxieties and ambitions for us. Con- sequently, we grow to take them for granted, and become thoughtless.

Think for a moment, and imagine the happiness you would bring your Mother if you should ask her to a movie with you, or, if you should spend an evening at home with her and make her know that you really appreciate her love. She is priceless. You know it. Show her that you do!

Mothers see, as none others can, the weaving of the web of life; its filament of gold and gray; its prizes ing; its songs and sighs; its peace and pain.

We don't have to tell them. They know. They sympathize. They un- derstand. Their hearts are warm and big and tender.

They forgive. They comfort and encourage. They console and cheer. They give-what do they not give?

And yet, all too often,-God for- give us !- mothers are cherished only in memory, after they are gone.

Let us cherish them now!

Write to yours tonight and tell her how much you love her. -St. John's Collegian.

AT THE SWITCHBOARD.

"Some of the things said over the wires," declared the telephone girl,

The Boot Shop

WM. F. ORTH, Prop.

Graduate Practipedist

529 York Road

Towson, Md.

"Shh-h, no!"

SHOES

ARCHES

RUBBERS

Phone Towson 59-M.

My dearerst memories of my DOROTHY M. MILLER, Jr. III. mother are the many afternoons she spent reading to me some verse from "Nursery Rhymes" or a chapter "Say, pop, do the heathen Afri- cans wear pants?" from the Oz Books. Even on the day of her death she read to me as usual and I truly believe it was "Then why'd you put that pants' through her I learned to love and button in the collection they took! appreciate good books.

My first day at Primary School.

was an eventful day. I had just come from Virginia to live with my aunt in Maryland. I am sure if there had been a hole in the floor I would have quietly slipped throughi. Eyes, strange eyes, and faces con- fronted me, and as I was looking from one strange face to another, a kind voice said:

"All right, Dorothy, you may sit with Elizabeth."

During the drawing period I

heard some one back of me exclaim: "Oh! Can't she draw good?"

"Cowboys and Indians," is a very

things that should remain concealed, gave her a real hard slap on the and penalties; its laughter and long-

stung my hand and

Being a doctor's daughter, my

1 was the surgeon, my dolls the pa-

some flat, some round and some fat.

pink pill she did not recover, so the surgeon though it best to mix all the

It is indeed, with resentment, I memories of the ! HOLIDAY GREETING

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THE ORIOLE

MAIL TIME AT M. S. N. S.

Down the hill 1 walk so fast, For I have a hunch,

That I have some mail upstairs, So I hustle through my lunch.

Up the stairs I gayly skip, Glance all around the place, Not a letter can I see, Then a gloomy face.

Out the window then I look, Mail proctor's just a coming,

I just knew he wouldn't fail me, Then I start a humming.

Finally, my room is reached, A letter is thrown in,

I quickly grab it up, to find: "Uses We Make Of Tin."

ELIZABETH SIMPSON, Sr. VI.

MISS TALL SAYS: "B. S. A." MEANS MORE THAN BACK TO SCHOOL AGAIN.

In a most interesting series of fiction for girls, (though it is said men too, enjoy it), there is the rec- ord of the doing of a club whose members, having more originality than heroines of their type generally possess, called themselves the "B. C. A,s." -- or "Back to College Again." Even though we are just back from our short holidays, I think we can, with very little "cribbing", call our- selves the "Back to School Again."

I went to talk with Miss Tall the other day, concerning the signifi- cance of being back to school again. She, too, feels that "Seasons and holidays make cycles that are stra- tegic points in our lives." Particular- ly is this true of the Yuletide holi- days-for they are "the holidays most outstanding in the lives and emotions of our students."

"The school year is now almost half gone. The students, by this time have adapted themselves to the school and have acquired the school spirit they are thenceforth to exude. All their school habits, all of their professional activities have taken root, by this time and in this Normal School-we are now as we are and as we are going to be.

The New Year is upon us before Christmastide is over. Resolutions are being made. It is a dramatic time; it is a most important time. What shall our New Year's resolu- tions be? They shall be: That we develop our self-reliance

through broader and greater knowledge than we

now have; every phase of school life, seeing ten opportunities where the person of no knowledge sees only one; and that we shall strive for originality by being sensitive to the needs and ideas and to all the forces that sur- round us. We can not all be geni-

uses in education like Dewey audi Thorndike, but we can, through our power to think, set the world agog with educational ideas if we only will.

To every student: May the year 1924 develop your possibilities to the fullest extent.

You are the spirit of this school. You will soon, be a pervasive force in the State of Maryland. What will you do with your opportunity?

Such was the message Miss Tall gave me for the students of M. S. N. S. when I interviewed her for The Oriole the other afternoon. ESTHER McDOWELL.

CAROL SINGING AT CHRIST- MAS.

Did you ever come upon a group of people, who were happy and bright and who seemed not to have a care or trouble? Well, such is the sight you would have seen had you come into the Auditorium of the Maryland State Normal School on Thursday night, December 20th.

Owing to the inclement weather we could not have the carol singing around the lighted Christmas tree on the Campus as we had planned. That fact was not very disturbing, however, because Christmas was near and we were going home the next day!

About 7.30 P. M., the student body and visitors assembled in the Auditorium. Under the able leader- ship of Miss McEachern, the room soon rang with Christmas songs, filling all who took part with the spirit of Christmas, for, as we all know, nothing is more inspiring and heartening than singing those old songs that have cheered and com- forted people for generations past.

About 12 o'clock, the Seniors started out again. We sang for Miss Tall and Miss McEachern and then paraded through the dormitories, singing as we went. Only those par- ticipating in the singing know the pleasure derived from it.

We could not have been other than happy had we tried that night! -a smile was on every face, joy was in every heart. Lessons were almost over, suit cases were packed, and every one was thinking of home -enjoying in anticipation the pres- ents and all good things that go with Christmas!

Beneath all the outward rejoicing I think almost every one felt the true spirit of Christmas, thinking of what it really means, and appreciat- ing the significance of it.

F. BROOKS, Sr. V.

Silver-"Oh, I wish the Lord had made me a man."

Wilbur-"He did, I'm the man."

THE ORIGIN OF "THE ORIOLE."

Not many years ago-no! Not quite two years ago, there lived a little girl who was always happy. She was no; beautiful, nor was she rich, but her happiness was brought about by filling the lives of others with sunshine. She delighted every- one with her kind words and beau- tiful songs.

One day, a fairy, passing by, saw the little girl seated under a tree crying. Now, the fairy knew that the little girl was usnally happy, so she inquired: "Why are you cry- ing little girl?" "1 have been think- ing." said the little girl, "how many people there are in the world who need someone to sing them cheery songs and speak kind words to them. I have been 'wishing that I could make them all happy."

The fairy thought long and earn- estly and then she said: "Little girl, I have a plan. We will make all the kinds words you say and all the songs you sing into a little bird. It shall go where there are many, many people and make them happy. As she spoke, they heard music and, looking np, the little girl saw a tniy bird with a yellow breast and black wings. Suddenly he soared away. He flew straight into the Maryland State Normal School and, seating himself on a desk in Room No. 221, he sang so melodiously that Miss Munn closed the window for fear he would get away. ' But, the little sing- er has never left. He goes around the school and gathers up all the witty sayings, all the songs and bits of wisdom. Every month he sings them with a voice so sweet and clear that all the students of the Mary- land State Normal School pause to listen. We hope he ever continues to sing for we have all learned to love "The Oriole."

MARY HILL, Sr. VI.

PAT'S FIRST NIGHT IN TOWN.

Two Irishmen, fresh from Ireland, had just landed in New York, and engaged a room in the top story of a hotel. Mike retired early, but Pat sat by the window looking out. Soon an alarm of fire was run in and a fire engine rushed by, throwing up sparks of fire and clouds of smoke. Another engine soon followed the first. Pat rushed excitedly to the bedside, and, shaking his friend, called loudly :

"Mike, Mike, wake up! They are moving Hell and two loads have gone by already."

Sergeant (to colored sentry)-"If anything moves you shoot." Sentry: "Yas, suh, an' if any- thing shoots, Ah moves." -Naval Academy Log.

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THE ORIOLE

PIECES OF EIGHT.

Miss Hartman-Now girls, you must all have your bibliographies in your notebooks.

Cal Brown (suddenly waking up) -Miss Hartman, which side of the page did you say we should put our biographies on?

Mr. Walthers-How many of you know what a vestigial structure is? B. Harris (aside to her neighbor) -Is it anything like a vestibule?

Junior VIII will all need spectacles if Mr. Walthers keeps on saying "You see?" to us in geography class.

Bertha Harris surprised Physical Ed. Class when she was called upon to mock a horse, and said: "He- haw!"

JUNIOR VIII.

THE DISCARDED CHRISTMAS TREE.

Since returning to Normal School, I have noticed, while walking through Towson, several Christmas trees lying out in the street. They had served their purpose and now were dedicated to the rubbish pile. What a pitiful ending for something, which, only a few hours before had been brilliantly alive and filling the lives of others with happiness!

How quick we are to discard those weo can benefit us Do longer. Al.

that they did for us is soo forgo: ten aod we leave them to their fate. Faithful friends are lost in a mo- ment of anger, loyal wives are reg lerted for some tev attraction earnest mothers are left to work out their own salvation by ungrateful children who do not wish to re- member the weary hours spent in giv- ing them proper care and a decent start in life.

Poor, forsaken little Christmas trees! You have the sympathy of those of us who have received the same treatment from our own friends and relatives. But you may at least console yourself with the thought that you did your duty cheerfully and uncomplainingly, and, though you have been cast out, there is a passerby who has seen and who understands.

CATHARINE A. PURKS, Jr. III.

'Twas during the Christmas holidays When we were so happy and gay, No books to study, no worries at all, We thoroughly enjoyed each day.|

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Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 48

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