Alma College - Almafilian Yearbook (St Thomas, Ontario Canada)

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9 Literary ieag? Inspirational Reflections As we approach the end of the school year and graduation with its attendant ceremonial and solemnity, perhaps the question upper- most in our minds is this, HWhat has Alma College done for me?H True enough we have learned certain skills and bits of know- ledge, we have acquired certain attitudes of mind toward life as a wholeg some of us have even earned the much coveted bits of paper called diplomas. We have achieved the realization of our wildest hopes in passing those nerve-racking examinations. But all these skills, arts and diplomas mean comparatively little if they are un- accompanied by an enrichment of our personalities. During this year at Alma, we have had splendid opportunity for study, healthy recreation, and good fellowship. Our lives have been surrounded by beauty in nature, in art, in music, in literature, and, more important than all these, in human nature. Most of us can read- ily recall instances when our lives have been touched by the beauty and radiance of the Christian personality of some member of the Fac- ulty. But what of all this, unless we determine to continue in this quest for beauty after we pass through the friendly portals of this good old building? Let us try to make our lives like a book I once read, entitled, nBeautiful Girlhood.H We do not have to write books about ourselves in order that others may read about us, because there is no book more widely read than the unconscious pages we write every day by our daily actions. We are books in ourselves! There is joy in the sound of the very phrase, 'Beautiful Girlhood.n What satisfaction ours would be if, as a group of young women, we should strive to attain the Beautiful, forsaking all things that are ugly and sordid! And let us not be unmindful of the fact that, though we may travel the world over seeking beauty we shall never find it unless we take it with us. Above all dear friends, let us not for a moment lose sight of the goal -- nlet us not,N as Dr. Riddell puts it, Hfind beauty and lose God.n Wilma Samlalsingh. In Friendship's Garden Friendship came into the garden of a heart, and lo, the garden bloomed' Now the flowers in that garden are brightg colour ripens into melody. Music there is sweeter, because friendship touched the heart stringsg vibrant notes swell rich and glorious. A Presence fills that garden until clear pools of thought cleanse the soul. Inspiration like a rare perfume enfolds all who enter there. Friendship breathed into the gar den of a heart, and behold, there was Life! Helen M. Hardy. 22

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We frequently see Kay Newell as she is taking music from Mrs. Green Diana Leonard is at home in London, England. Margaret Bechtel is taking secretarial work at Westervelt Business College, London. Tomoko Katsurai is in New York taking Fine Art. Betty Easton is taking a medical course at McGill. Jean Ferguson is attending a Business College in Flint, Mich. Lynn Thompson is working in Windsor. Marg Whiteman is attending Albert College, Belleville. Zella Cochrane is attending school at home. Marion Saxon is completing some second year university subjects. Elizabeth Hone is attending Normal School in London. Catherine Gould is teaching piano and continuing her music with Mrs. Green. Netta Stewart is back at Alma on the staff teaching music. We hope that this information has in some way told you what you wished to know about our last year Alma daughter ggadgates. ve yn og en. IQ 21

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HATS Hats Now, it's perfectly all right for Mr. Will Shakespeare to have Juliet say, WWhat's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.W And even though this is not a discussion of that subtle literary point, Wwhether a rose always smells like a rosen, an application can be drawn very readily from that quotation. For a thoroughly sane person today would never say, WWhat's in a hat?n--at least a thoroughly sane person of feminine leanings. As the saying goes, there are hats and hats. That is a rather ob- vious statement, I think, and scarcely a subject for debate. Proof: Just take a day, any old day on Fifth Avenue, Michigan Boulevard or even Talbot Street, and what do you see? Flower pots to the right of you, mushrooms to the left of you, and veils all around you. That all, of course, if the day is fine. Dull, drippy weather, on the other hand, brings with it its own array of hats. For discussion purposes, shall we divide our hats into two classes. A. Hats for Sunny Weather. fNote: These hats must never be worn on days that are not sunny, for, although rain is very good for the flowers and shrubbery worn aloft, it is decidedly bad for the feathers and veil- ing. One cannot have that well groomed appearance, and at the same time look like a bedraggled roosterd For sunny days there are hats to suit all moods, to fit all occa- sions, and to enhance everyone's peculiar type of beauty. However, in gazing over the specimens bought, one is practically forced to admit that any logical ideas about hats are quickly abandoned, when a woman, of a spring day, decides that the thing to pep her up is a new hat. What does one see as the result of such a spree? On the market, in the midst of cabbages and onions one is very apt to find suitable little numbers with feathers that shoot off X at a tangent and all but blind the passers-by. There is often x NX a spotted veil, which obscures the vision and ff T X R increases faulty buying. What's even worse LL3.g- f'Y. is that garden party type of hat, that causes all to walk in single file because of the hazards in passing. N 25