Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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HUMOR HUMOR The perfect Bridgewater teacher would have: Miss Decker's figure, Miss Caldwell's mouth, Miss Hill's eyes, Miss Nye's dimples, Miss Smith's complexion, Miss Mofifat's hair, Miss Pope's voice, Miss Beal's poise, Miss Prevost's motherliness, Miss Rand's enthusiasm, Miss Davis' hands, Miss Lovett's friendliness, and Miss Carter's serenity. The perfect Bridgewater professor would have: Mr. Crosier's figure, M r. Huff1ngton's smile. Mr. Durgin's line, Mr. Stearns' energy, Mr. Arnold's chivalry, Dr. Boyden's fatherliness, and Mr. Hunt's dignity. The perfect Bridgewater senior girl would have: Hazel Gleason's figure, Gladys Wilkie's hair, Ida W'arr's complexion, Tillie jacobson's poise, Gwen Standish's eyes, Anne Connors' mouth, Mary Lavelle's nose, Helen Eogg's charm, Alice Swenson's dependability, Virginia Cunningham's clothes, Cecile Giguere's scholarship, Connie Church's dancing ability, Bar- bara Clapp's cheerfulness, Dorothy Dinegan's pep, Marian Balboni's artistic ability, Alice Eldridge's character, and Irene Goody's disposition. The perfect Bridgewater senior man would have: Gus Averill's figure, Tommy Costello's complexion, Frank Geary's hair, Lennie Polopoli's eyes, john Buckley's disposition, Ed Landy's voice, Aubrey Evans' character, Peter Burke's athletic ability, Harold Goeres' efhciency, and Prescott Sawyer's gentlemanlike qualities. THROUGH AN ADVERTISING MIRROR You might as well have the best. Bridgewater Normal School. Good to the last drop. Soup sold in the Day Student lunch room. Four out of five. Not-accepted paraphrases. Say it with liowersf' Mr. Stearn's gardening class. Aged in the wood. Our brains. Even your best friend won't tell you. An answer in an exam. Assumed quality Bridgewater graduates. They may look alike, but Combinations on our lockers. I'd walk a mile for a Camel Saturday morning hikes. Not a cough in a carload Not a sound in the corridor. The perfect shave Getting to chapel at 9:14. As line as the world affords The faculty. SADIE FLEISHMAN Ll ll ll LA ll 153

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l93I NORMAL OFFERING given their lives upon the battlefields of the Civil War. This tribute was later, in 1868, given permanence in the unveiling of the marble Memorial Tablet, which will be remem- bered by many graduates of the following years. Its successor is the bronze tablet in the new building, which is companioned by another bearing the names of those who fell in the World War. The year 1866 once more showed the progressive spirit of Bridgewater in the passing of a resolution which said: Whereasg The gentlemen graduates of the Bridgewater Normal School number but about one third of the lady graduates, ..... therefore, Resolvedg That the lady members of this association shall be recognized in the apportionment of offices. For many years the record shows the routine of a constantly enlarging group served by the Association, with its references to the county committees to secure a more general attendance and finance committees to raise money by subscription,-a method only lately superceded by the system of a definite membership with dues. g Readers of NORMAL OFFERING will be interested in the remarks of Mr. Frank Mur- dock in 1888, when he spoke in behalf of NORMAL OFFERING, a new venture, earnestly requesting all to support it. For the rest, interest lies mainly in the names of members active in the Association,- names of those graduates well known in person or in print to so many of us. Some 'ffirst appearances of these famous names are as follows: Eliza VVoodward in 18685 George I-I. Martin and Albert E. Vlfinship in 1870, Arthur C. Boyden in 1876, Clara C. Prince in 18789 Samuel P. Gates in 1880. A long list might be made, but space is lacking. In 1883 the first Boston meeting was held. In 1890 the Association celebrated the half-century of the es- tablishment of the School. In these days we are beginning to look forward not so far into the future for the century mark. In 1913 Mr. Albert G. Boyden made the rather startling statement that the combined teaching of Bridgewater graduates would cover 40,000 years. How much greater would the total be now! And so the record goes on. Many officers have served the Association, all with devotion and ability. The President of this year, Mr. Farwell, as has been true of so many in the past, comes of a Bridgewater Normal School family,-his wife and several members of his immediate kin graduated from the school. The faithful and long-continued labor of the present secretary, Miss Flora Stuart, should be mentioned. May the Bridgewater Normal .Association live long, to carry on its service to the school, to the graduates, and to the world. R. E. DAVIS 152

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l93I NORMAL OFFERING DON'T BELIEVE IT! If you hear the last bell ringing And someone says, Don't hurry, There's nothing up at Normal To cause you any worry. Don't believe it! If you don't do your homework And think that you'll get by, And your classmate says, HShe didn't either. She's telling you a lie. Don't believe it! VVhen you're handed back papers VVith an E or maybe two If they say, This hurts me About as much as it hurts you. Don't believe it! SADIE FLEISIIMAN COIVIIVIITTEEMAN You have read startling and breath-taking stories of Broadway escapades, interior dec- orators, peace conferences, flag-pole sitters, and many and diversified sewing circles. But have you heard the biggest, the best, expose of all? Then list to the tale of Herb Thistle- down. Here, and only here, will you learn of the trials and bitter tribulations of a com- mitteeman. As the story opens we find Herb before that aristocrat of aristocrats, the Dean of Hearth- stone College. The Dean is giving Herb a look severe enough to melt an iron bust. For- tunately for Thistledown, he isn't iron-nor a bust. 'fVVhy was I in the Iron Gate? asked Herb. 'fThe story is a long and sad one. I readily believe the first part of your statement. But why have you become a fre- quenter, not only of the Iron Gate, but also of the Rusty Door and other night-clubs, in addition to becoming a nocturnal visitor to devious and dubious dance halls? Come, come, don't stammer. Make your story concise and to the point. Omit details. I am after the pure, simple, and unadulterated truth. Very well, I shall, bravely replied Herb Thistledown, retaining a stiff upper lip, as the street gamin might say, and accepting this challenge hurled so unceremoniously at his integrity. HAS you are undoubtedly aware, began Thistledown, the Senior Prom is just around the corner-over the hill-beneath the horizon. Although this is to be the best social of the year, we need a lodestone to attract our Romeos and juliets. In fact, it is essential that we sell all tickets printed. 'ATO be candid with you, we need the money. Our treasury is depleted. W'e have only a nickel left, and the buffalo is crying for companions. And we have decided to attract its companions into our treasury by saying it with music. There is nothing like a good orches- tra to draw a crowd. . 154