Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 62

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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1. Doll house for first grade.

2. Wooden animals.

3. Wooden boxes for filing card catalogues.

4. Furniture for doll house.

VI Duluth Public School Course of Study.

1. Glove boxes.

2. Box for drawing materials.

Sixth Grade.

I. Bonser & Mossman, "Industrial Arts for the Elementary School."

1. Seutch to ripple flax.

2. Comb to ripple flax.

3. Hackle.

4. Egyptian furniture.

5. Modern furniture.

6. Bibliography case.

7. Wood blocks.

8. Candle-sticks.

9. Writing desk.

II. Horace Mann, "Elementary School Curriculum."

1. Shelf.

2. Clock frame.

3. Picture frame.

4. Necktie rack.

Moore, "Minimum Course of Study."

1. Bread box.

2. Bread board.

3. Rolling pin.

IV. Speyer School Curriculum.

1. Log cabin.

2. Book rack.

3. Loom with adjustable beam and treddle.

V. Marten, "Manual Training and Play Problems."

1. Darts.

2. Stilts.

3. Hockey sticks.

4. Roller coaster.

5. JJionted doll-one-sixth life size.

VI. Baltimore County Course of Study.

1. Sailboat.

2. Scissors rack.

3. Stamp box.

4. Spool rack.

VII. Western Ill. Normal School Course of Study.

1. Letter files.

2. Plant boxes.

3. Foot stool.

4. Broom holder.

5. Screen with burlap panel.

Seventh Grade.

I. Baltimore County Course of Study.

1. Hat raek.

2. Flower pot stand.

3. Nail box.

4. Coat hanger.

5. Bread board.

II. Speyer School Curriculum.

1. Pencil boxes.

2. Serving table.

3. Picture frames.

4. Book racks.

III. Noyes, "Designs and Construction in Wood." -- Manual Arts Press.

1. Lanterns.

2. Picture frames.

3. Trays.

4. Taboret.

5. Scrap basket.

IV. Marten. "Manual Training and Play Problems."

1. Aeroplane and glides.

2. Vaulting poles.

3. Chess boards.

4. Stilts.

V. Western Ill. Normal School Course of Study.

1. Window boxes.

2. Screens.

3. Book stands.

4. Bird houses.

5. Simple pieces of Colonial furniture.

VI. McMurry, "Teaching of Industrial Arts."-Macmillan Pub. Co.

1. Lattice designs.

2. Garden fenees and gateways.

.3. Flower boxes.

4. Seats for garden.

What do we hope to accomplish by such work? We expeet the chil- dren to develop a keen interest in the wood industry and in its social and economie problems ; besides, acquiring some skill in handling material and tools found in the general environment and the ability to make some simple repairs about the home and school.

ELIZABETH WILSON. Sr. I.

THE AGE OF INNOCENCE.

I wish I knew why Johnnie lies. Night and day he makes me cry ; "Oh that I knew why Johnnie lies; T'will break my heart in two." 1

"C'urst be the instincts that make Johnnie lie, Cnrst be that, that makes me cry, O that I knew why Johnnie lies, T'will break my heart in two."

"O think ye not my heart is glad. When Johnnie lies it makes me sad ;

Because he lies 1 think him bad, T'will break my heart in two."

She searched the country far and wide

To find out why poor Johnnie lied ;

So as to know what made her ery

And break her heart in two.

To Normal School one day she came. Ah! truly well she meant ; And Mr. Bishop did reply "It's the age of adolescence."

I wish I knew what makes me glad,

+When years ago I was so sad, But little Johnnie is now a dad.

And never lies to me.

RUTH F. JONES, Jr. 7.

GOLD.

Sunset And tall grain waving

In the wind.

A nightingale singing,

At dusk

Deep silence of the night.

Silver Lace work of iey trees,

With sun shining On them. Little tinkling sleigh bells, The high-pitched laughter Of young folks.

FRANCES WALTER.

"Was your son's college education a success ?" "I should say so! The money that I spent in sending him to college was the best investment that I ever made. Why, he's going to marry the daughter of a New York millionaire that he met at a prom!"-Tiger.

I'S

Time Changes

THE SENIORS

Who is the class of twenty-four? Who's full of cleverness galore ? Who do the teachers all adore? TIIE SENIORS!

Who gives the school its pep and fight ? Who studies hard with all their might ? Who never stay out late at night ? THE SENIORS!

Who always end the thing they start ? Who blush when people call them smart ?

Who are so good and kind at heart ? THE SENIORS !

SAYINGS OF THE GREAT.

Adam : "It was a great life if you didn't weaken."

'Plutarch : "I am sorry that I have no more lives to give to my coun-

try." Jonah : "You can't keep a good man down."

Cleopatra : "You're an easy mark. Antony."

David: "The bigger they are the harder they fall."

Helen of Troy: "So this is Paris."

Columbus : "I don't now where I'm going. but I'm on my way."

Nero: "Keep the home fires burning."

Noah : "It floats." Methuselah : "The first hundred years are the hardest."

Queen Elizabeth (to Sir Walter Raleigh) : "Keep your shirt on."

"Sedentary work," said the college professor. "tends to lessen the endurance. " "In other words. " butted in the smart student, "the more one sits, the less one can stand.'

"Exactly," retorted the professor. "and if one lies a great deal, one's standing is lost completely."

EXCHANGES.

This world is old and likes to laugh New jokes are hard to find. A whole new editorial staff ('an't tickle every mind.

So if yon meet some ancient joke, Decked out in modern guise. Don't frown and call the thing a fake, Just laugh-don't be too wise.

Girls faults are many : Boys have only two- Everything they say. and Everything they do.

FiLi

GLEE CLUB AND ORCHESTRA,

THE MILL SHACK MYSTERY.

"All aboard! All aboard!" yells the conductor at the college station where Betty is giving a lingering goodbye to her college ehums.

"Goodbye, old deahs, and write real soon," she says over her shoulder as she picks up her traveling bag.

"So long, Betty," from her room-mate. "My love to mother and daddy Arman."

"Don't fall in love with those New Hampshire men, Betty," sang out another girl, and "don't do anything I wouldn't do."

The tears spring to Betty's eyes at the thought of leaving dear old "Waverly" and the girls she has palled with for four years. She hastily boards the train. Betty is a typical college girl and all eyes turn her way as she enters the coach. She is rather small, with an aristocratic carriage, and is dressed in "snappy" traveling elothes. If one had peered under the little black hat that fits snugly over her curly bobbed hair they would have seen large, mischievious, dark blue eyes, tear dimmed at present; a fair, oval face and a sweet and tender smile.

The train moves off and she gazes at her alma mater until it is no longer visible. She appears thoughtful and sad to her fellow passengers.

Betty's trip is very pleasant, but she is very glad when they reach the small New Hampshire station, where her welcome is as warm as was her fare- well at Waverly.

"Why Billy Paine! how are you?" exclaimed Betty as a tall, curly headed boy steps forth and takes her bag, and shouts in his ear: "How's eamp this year? And is the bathing good? And is there anybody new ?" "One at a time, please Betty," begs Billy laughingly, "but seriously. it is great, Betty; better than ever before, I think. We have a new canoe and now that you are here our camp is perfect, I think."

"Now don't get sentimental, honey, but hurry. ] ean hardly wait." and she steps into the Stutz roadster.

"Step on it, Billy boy, I'm crazy to see the old gang," and they sp-ed along over the New Hampshire hills, for Billy isn't afraid to let her roll. He proudly drives up in front of "Sycamore Lodge" with Betty by his side, but she is out greeting her friends and parents before he can stop the car.

There is one among the bunch whom Betty does not know, and that night when she and Billy are daneing on the veranda Betty inquires: "Billy, who is that tall, dark fellow that was here when I came? He sure is a hand- some chap !"

"Oh, him," Billy exclaims disdainfully, "I suppose you mean old man Waverton's son. He comes down here quite often."

"Well, where do they hail from, and where are they staying? Don't be so aloof, Billy, for Heaven's sake!"

Billy blushes and sarcastically replies : "You seem to be very interested in him."

"I don't understand why you're so antagonistic, but if you won't ex- plain I guess there are those who will." and she cooly goes in search of hor father. This irritates Billy very greatly, and he swears to diselose Pau! Waverton and his disreputable father before Betty as they really are.

Betty learns from her dad that the boy's name is Paul Waverton, and that he lives with his eccentric father at the "Old Mill Shack."

"Billy and some other people have very peculiar ideas about Mr War- erton," says Mr. Arman. "When they first eame they were the subject of conversation for some time, but this conversation has died down since Vxl came. Betty."

" Well, for merey sake, why does Billy act so snobbish ?" asks Betty. beginning to get exasperated.

"Honey, it's like this!" says her father. "Billy saw the light burn- ing in the mill shack several hours after midnight on three consecutive occasions. He told the others. and they all immediately thought that the Wavertons were trying to conceal a mystery. Some think he's an ex-convict, but the majority think he's a common bootlegger."

"How unjust of them, daddy.'

"Well. it is rather suspicions, " adds Mr. Arman, "but Paul seems to be a fine fellow," concludes her father. "He is studying law at Harvard, I understand. and working meanwhile to finance himself.'

In the days which followed Panl and Betty became very good friends She soon realized that no one was as good a tennis player as Paul ; no one ex- cept an Indian could paddle a canoe as swiftly and quietly as Paul. and dance-why he daneed divinely.

Betty enjoyed camp very much even though her friends were some- what distant, but she was constantly worried nevertheless about the way her friends ignored Panl. She thought of telling dad, but no-he had his own worries !

One night while sitting at the window she overheard the conversation of her friends on the veranda.

"We'll leave at midnight." in Billy's low-pitched voice, "and catch the scoundrel at his work."

"Yes, but we must be very quiet. so that no one will know." says Ann. And Betty moves away. There is no use in listening, for she can do nothing. but she feels that when they return she will know the mystery which sur- rounds Paul's father. She retired early, but being unable to sleep. she heard the lively. campers leave the lodge at midnight.

"Now we'll go by the river." cautions Billy. "so as to come upon the shack from the rear." They slunk quietly through the heavy wood and reached the "Old Mill Shack" about 12:30.

"Yes. the light is burning. " murmurs Ann mysteriously. as they all draw near to peer into the window.

"We've caught him at it," says Billy exultingly, and prepares to enter. He opens the door and the old man looks up somewhat startled.

"What brings you here, young man?" he exclaims.

"We wish to know why you carry on such a sneaky and disreputable business, " says Billy, who was spokesman for the crowd.

"Will you kindly explain the disrepute of my occupation?" he caus- tically asks, waving his hand toward the table.

Billy stepped up and actually turns white-his humiliation is so great. Why, the old man was actually carrying on an experiment similar to those Billy had had in High School, only more complicated. He was dissecting a Guinea Pig. The sight nauseated Billy and he stepped back with his baffled comrades, whose embarassment reached its height when Paul stepped quietly in. This was no surprise for Paul.

"I think I can explain this, fellows, " he said kindly. "My old dad is Prof. Waverton of Harvard University. He came up here away from prying eyes to work out a scientific formula and it is nearly completed now, I think. Ile is just putting on the final touches."

"Mr. Waverton, and Paul." said Ann impulsively. "we are sorry for what we did tonight. and that we were such uncharitable neighbors."

"Oh, don't mention it," says Paul as they all hurried off. He is very happy not to have seen Billy's blue eyes among them.

Betty feigns sleep as Ann crawls in with her at 2 A. M., and even the

next morning she asks no questions.

She learns the story from Paul that afternoon, however, when they're out canoeing, and she is nearly convulsed with laughter.

That's a good one on old Billy," she laughs. "Imagine it! Guinea Pigs!" and the hills ring baek the echo of her laughter.

"But seriously. Betty-" and his eyes are intent upon her.

"Well, what is it, Paul?" she soberly questions. "Could you love a poor seientist's son?" he blurts out.

"Scientist or bootlegger, it makes no difference." she answers gayly. And then the canoe was in danger of being upset. CONSTANCE C. MULLINIX.

"MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING."

I sat on the floor till midnight, My books piled up so high ; I'd read a line and then glance up As the moon sailed slowly by.

Oh, a teacher's life is an awful life, When you sit up late at night, And you sigh and sigh and think and think But the moon gives only light.

And the light of the moon is quite alright When you're alone-with someone else, But it can't throw light on a lesson plan, Or a plan of anything else.

And so I dreamed as I studied, And dreamed is all I did, For I was home again in the moonlight And the moon by a cloud was hid.

Oh, those were the good old days, And the nights were just as great ; The strolls and rides and all the rest Are longed for now-too late.

So I sit on the floor and study And the hours fly swiftly by, Till finally I crawl away to bed Too sleepy to even sigh.

And there with the moon still shining I leave this commonplace earth, And visit the realms of dreamland To make merry with Pleasure and Mirth. L. V. N., Sr. V.

He took her hand in his and gazed proudly at the engagement ring he had placed on her finger only three days before. "Did your friends admire it. " he inquired tenderly. "They did more than that," she replied eoldly, "two of them recog- mized it."

FULFILLMENT.

The sun was sinking in a flaming ray over the distant hills. It sent ja mellow, shadowy. pale crimson light into the room where an old man lay dying. Slowly his life was ebbing away into the Great Eternity, that endless space of time. that terrible or beautiful beyond "that bourne from which no traveler returns."

I say the man was old-in years, yes, but in spirit he was young still, had been young always and would be young until the last little spark of life flickered out. The old man's thin white hair contrasted strangely with his luminous black eyes. About his mouth a tiny smile played. He was Doctor "Paul. " For fifty years he had lived in East River; for fifty years he had doctored the ills of its populace. Everywhere his presence was a comfort to the sick : everywhere his smile refreshed the weary; it greeted the new born babe and gave its benediction to the dying.

The doctor's wife. kindly and motherly. sat by his bed in her low chair and held his hand. She knew he was dying, knew he was leaving her for a brief time until she should join him. Yet she could not be sad, for she knew he was glad to go, glad to take a rest after years of fruitful toil. As she looked at his dear pale face in the soft light tears came to her eyes, but she choked them back aand arose softly to light a lamp. The doctor's hand reached out and stayed her. His voice seemed far off, almost angelic.

"Don't make a light. dear," he breathed. "Let us sit here in the twi- light as we used to do long ago. Sit here in your chair, Dolly, and hold my hand."

The little woman stooped and pressed a kiss upon the faded, wrinkled brow. The doctor's hands crept up to her hair. He drew her closer to him and kissed the snowy locks that had once been chestnut brown. He released her. but still clasped her frail hand against his heart.

"Listen. Dolly. I want to tell you-" She bent to catch the words. but his voice grew stronger and soon rang out as clearly as the tinkle of a silver bell on a white, frozen night.

"I want to tell you a story. dear.All day I've been thinking of it; thinking of the way one little incident influenced my whole life. When I was young. Dolly. I longed to be a sailor. I longed for the sea; the tang of the brine -- and dear. I long for it still." The doctor paused and looked far out in the deepening twilight.

"Father knew how much I wanted to be a sailor, but he dtermined to keep me from it. and so as soon as I was old enough I was sent away to medi- cal school. I hated the life. hated everything about it. I decided to run away. to deliberately disobey my father. I did; I wanted the sea-to be a sailor. With that in mind I set out to find a ship that would employ me-one in which I could go far across the ocean: see other lands and other people. My search was finally rewarded. A big sailing vessel which brought spices from the West Indies to Boston needed another sailor before-the-mast. so they employed me.

Those were wonderful days, Dolly : days never to be forgotten. I was happy. almost happier than I've ever been since. The sailors, though rough and uncouth. were true men. They all seemed to like me. I used to talk to them about college and, as there was no ships surgeon. many times I was called upon to help the poor sick fellows.

"One sultry, scorching afternoon in August the captain came to where We were lying on deck.

.. . Ship Aboy. ' he snapped. 'Unfurrl the riggin-gale from the north- west.'

NORMAL SOCIETY OFFICERS.

Pestalozzi

PESTALOZZI SOCIETY OFFICERS.

" 'Aye, Aye, sir,' we answered, and scrambled to our feet to do his bidding. Over in the northwest a bank of clouds was forming, low and black against a yellow sky. We knew we were in for a terrible squall.

"'Steer for Yelloy Banks,' bellowed the captain. The little port. called Yellow Banks, although ten miles distant, was the closest one to us. We swung around. The wind began to rise. It filled our sails and sent us forward with a bound. If we should lose the race we were doomed to cer- tain destruction. But our ship was a fast one and with wind and tide in our favor the captain felt certain we could reach our destination before the storm broke." The old man paused to recover his failing breath. His wife thought to stop him, but she saw that he was living again those long past days.

"Oh, it was thrilling out there between the water and the sky, the scowling clouds and the seething billows. I stood on the fore-deck and drank in the roaring beauty of the scene. I sang in a lusty voiee: 'a wet sheet and a flowing wind and a sea that follows fast.'

"Suddenly there appeared ahead of us a tiny eraft, a boat with only one sail, a frail little shallop. The waves were buffeting it around merei- lessly, but worst of all, Dolly, it was direretly in the path of the Emily Rich- ard." The doctor stopped as if to rehearse the horror of the scene that followed. He was again alive, again young, no thought of approaching death now.

"My song ceased. I watched fascinated, horror stricken-we were almost upon the other boat. There were four men on board and I eould in my agony almost see their terrified faces. We dashed madly on toward them. There was no checking our reckless speed. A jar! The tiny boat disap- peared beneath the waves. The Emily Riehard sailed on. I rushed aft. There in the water, that foaming, boiling, turbulent ehurn were the men. Above the storm and the roar of the elements I could heaar their screams." In the intensity of the moment the doctor half arose in his bed, but the gentle. hand of his wife forced him back, exhausted. The thought of that past event so filled him with emotion that i tseemed to take his breath away. For some moments a tense silence prevailed. When the doctor spoke again his voice' was mild and soft.

"It was terrible, Dolly, terrible. I stood there and wotched them perish. I could not reach out a hand to help those poor men. Right then and there I made a vow to myself and to my God that I would give up my sailor's life, go back to my medical work, help those who needed it, be a friend to man. Dolly, do you think I have fulfilled my vow?" he asked wistfully. "Do yon think I have been a friend to man?"

"Yes, dear, a very great friend," answered his wife, the tears stream- ing unheeded down her cheeks.

The old man turned his head away. IIe did not seem to notice that, Dolly was crying. A great calm rested upon him, a peace that passed all understanding. He realized, as that other immortal Paul, that he had lived a good life and fought a good fight. A smile of triumph played about his mouth. When all was over the smile still lingered, a permanent tribute to a life well spent.

ELIZABETH FLOWERS, Sr. V.

Ex-Actly.

Sam-What am you doin' now ? Bo-I'se an expoter. Sam-An exporter ? Bo-Yep, the Pullman Company just fired me. - Black and Blue Jay.

WHO WINS?

llurrah! Hurrah ! Seniors-Juniors.

This is the yell that many travellers heard on their way past Normal in the evenings. Many stopped to find out what the velling was for, and when they were told it was for the Volley Ball Tournament they im mediately became interested and watched the game.

Owing to the short time there was to run off a Volley Ball Tourna- ment it was necessary for each Senior and Junior section to select their rap"> sentative team for the great event. The tournament rsulted as follows:

Section

Score

Wimmer

Junior 8

Junior :

Jr. 8.

Junior 1

Junior 3

Jr. 3.

Junior 6.

Jr. 1.

Junior

Junior :

Jr. 5.

Junior

Junior 3

Jr. 8

Junior

Jr. 5.

Senior 1 1

Senior

Sr. 6

Senior 5

Senior 2

Sr. 2.

Senior

Senior 4

Sr. 4.

Senior 2

Senior 6

Sr. 6.

Senior 6

Senior 4

Sr. 4.

The victory between Senior 4 and Junior 5 will be decided on Field Day. when both teams will compete for final honors. The lineup for both teams are :

Senior 4.

Junior 5.

K. GANTZ.

V. BRADFORD.

M. CRONHARDT.

HI. CLIFTON,

I. BAILEY.

M. ETZLER.

R. HOLLOWELL.

B. HANWAY,

E. SMITH.

M. BROWN.

A. SIMMONS,

B. PRICE,

M. NEIKIRK.

M. LOWE.

M. SAUNDERS.

1. KELLEY.

Manager of Volley Ball.

A Chink truck driver recently presented the following bill to the college :

"10 goes. 10 comes at 50 cents a went. $5 .- Froth.

Four out of every five woman-haters are women .-- Mercury.

Junior

OVERCOAT OR NO OVERCOAT.

"Mammy, I want to see my Candy Man. I want him to tell me about Little Tom Thumb," came from the hot and feverish lips of the little twisted and ill-shaped body.

That little wish flew across the city and hopped into the brain of an old cheery-faced gentleman who was seated in the midst of a happy group of children around a glowing fireplace.

"Where are you going, Grand-daddy ?" aasks a little fellow as the oid gentleman arose.

"I'm going around to see a little fellow who isn't so lucky as you are. Santa probably doesn't know where he lives, so I'll post a letter to him. You wouldn't like to wake up tomorrow and find no new toys. would you, John" says his grandfather, and with a kiss here and a pinch of the cheek there h. made his departure.

"Madge says I need a new overcoat. This one seems warm enough -. yes, it is getting worn looking, but no-1 won't." Saying this to himself, the old gentleman steps into a little sshop and comes out loaded down by a bulky package.

Tap, tap, goes his cane down the street beating time with the snatehe; of "God, Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, " which the old gentleman whistles, sings and hums in turn. Even his nose wriggles to the music and appears to be trying to see the merry blue eyes above. Yes, it is a most inquisitive nose. always tilting itself upon its haunches and gazing upward, but it gets only a peep at the blue eyes, for they are here, then there, darting in this window with a friendly message, then up the street and back again.

On he goes, stopping to shake hands here and to send a cheery greeting across the now narrow and dirty street. He reaches a door, elimbs up a nar- row flight of steps, taps gently and walks into a tiny room.

"My Candy Man, my Candy Man." comes shrilly from the bed in the corner of the room. There lay the same child wreathed in smiles who shortly before was wishing so hard for this old man's coming.

"Look what Santa brought down for you," says the old gentleman, placing the package on the bed.

"You are sure Santa sent them to me? Let's open them now." begs the child.

The silence is broken only by little phrases and gasps of surprise and happiness. Then: "Do you suppose Mammy will know us when she comes back from her washing ?" asks John as he lays back on his now nicely spread bed warmly clad in a bright colored bath robe with his lap full of toys. His bright eyes fondly follow the old gentleman as he ties a bell in the window and places some oranges and apples in a bowl.

"Let's pretend we are in the park and you are telling us fellows a story like you used to before I was hurt."

Then the old gentleman. as of old, begins: "Onee upon a time-". Story follows story until finally the bright eyes elose and the tiny head falls back on the pillow. The little child is sleeping, hugging one of the toys tight in his arms. Softly the old man pulls up the blankets and goes out.

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Oriole and Tower-Light, 1922-1927, Part 62

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