Ball State University - Orient Yearbook (Muncie, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 104 of the 1919 volume:

GC 977.202 M92QA ■mmi mWImm P.%w® SSf ®Mfe© ;te ' ©«;fr© ' !cMfo ' ® ' «iP © ' rfto-e-S5 ' fc © -;: pwpxp: 8 11 1 flNOS 9 7f u w ™. m? ' ? ' ik i ' - ' VJ db-ft s THE ORIENT FIRST YEAR-BOOK OF THE INDIANA STATE NORMAL SCHOOL EASTERN DIVISION EDITED BY THE 1919 SENIOR CLASS MUNCIE, INDIANA To BENJAMIN F. MOORE Dean of the School, This Book is Respectfully Dedicated. INDIANA STATE NORMAL SCHOOL, EASTERN DIVISION FOREWORD HE ORIENT represents a modest attempt by the Senior Class of nineteen hundred nineteen to ex¬ press an appreciation of the Eastern Division of the State Normal School. The compilers were confronted by a difficult task as there were no precedents to serve as guides. Organizations were in the formative stage and tra¬ ditions of the past, which so enrich a work of this kind, were lacking. However the class is not apologetic because of this condition, as it realizes that immaturity means a period of untold possibilities for growth. It is confidently expected that each successive Orient, in representing the Eastern Division, will shine with ever increasing lustre upon a great and growing institution. WILLIAM WOOD PARSONS President REMINISCENCES OF THE PRESIDENT “On the spot now occupied by the main building of the Terre Haute school there stood, when I was a very small boy, a brick school house known, I think, as the Vigo County Seminary. This school was conducted by a school master of the old type whose name was Benjamin Hayes, familiarly and to this day known and spoken of in Terre Haute as ‘Uncle Benny Hayes.’ With Uncle Benny Hayes in the old County Seminary building on this very spot of ground I spent my first day in school as a boy of seven in the year 1857.’ “My direct connection with the State Normal School dates from the opening of the institution on January 6, 1870. On the morning of that day when the school opened its doors to receive students, I was one of eighteen or twenty persons who offered themselves a willing sacrifice to the first experiment in Indiana in the professional training of teachers for the public schools. “Although, except for a period of three years, I have been connected with the State Normal as a student, teacher and officer since its opening, I recall this first day more vividly than any other day in its history. At nine o’clock the president called the little group of persons present to order, and the venerable Barnabas C. Hobbs, then President of the Board, conducted the first chapel exercises by reading a lesson from the Bible and then kneeling on the hard, bare floor and offering a fervent prayer for the success of the State Normal School in the years to come.” “It requires no prophet’s eye to see that educational Indiana is entering upon an era of enlarged opportunity and enriched usefulness to the commonwealth. That this institution may do its full part in meeting the larger responsibilities which lie at the doors of all schools of the State is my hope and prayer.” ball dr. l. l. ball f. c. ball e. b. ball w. c. ball OUR DONORS OR more than thirty years the Ball brothers have been in business in J Muncie. During that time they have been connected with almost every progressive movement or philanthropic enterprise the community has undertaken. Whether in the field of moral reform, civic improvement, or social betterment,— whatever the work, if it has been in the interest of com¬ munity uplift and the betterment of Muncie, it has always had their support. Ever interested in the welfare of young men and young women they have, both by large contributions and by their active interest and moral en¬ couragement, fostered schools, libraries, young men’s and young women’s Christian associations, art exhibits, and everything connected or allied with educational work. From its first inception these men have been anxious to see tbe Muncie Normal School on a permanent basis. While it was a private enterprise every effort to establish the school on a firm financial footing had their sup¬ port. It was due largely to their forethought and interest that the buildings were kept in repair and looked after during periods when no school was maintained; and in the efforts, at different times, to secure such legislation as would lead to the school being made a state, institution they have been leaders. When the time came at which there seemed opportunity to make the school a part of the Indiana State Normal School system, the property, having been purchased by the Ball brothers to prevent its being dismantled and en¬ tirely lost for educational purposes, was turned over by them as a free gift to the state, the necessity for the large initial expense, which would other¬ wise have been necessary in starting a new school, being thus obviated. By this gift they have added another to the many acts of generosity already to their credit, and have established themselves in the minds and hearts of the people of Eastern Indiana who have long felt the need of a free state school for higher education in this part of the state. The Orient is glad in this, its first issue, to voice the appreciation of the students of the school for this generous gift. It has made possible the establishment of an institution which serves the people of Eastern Indiana in the double capacity of furnishing, free, higher education to their young people and supplying trained and efficient teachers for their children. BOARD OF TRUSTEES OFFICERS SANFORD M. KELTNER . President WILLIAM C, BALL . Secretary JOHN T. BEASLEY . Treasurer MEMBERS LINEAS N. HINES, Indianapolis SANFORD M. KELTNER, Anderson FRANK C. BALL, Muncie WILLIAM C. BALL, Terre Haute CHARLES E. COFFIN, Indianapolis WILLIAM WOOD PARSONS President ' T o-viAv. n uii ■, -J - ' j— ’ jiU it) BENJAMIN FRANKLIN MOORE t Dean and Professor of Observation Methods and Practice .yU C OSCAR MORTON PITTENGER ORVILLE ERNEST SINK VILETTA ELLEN BAKER Professor of Latin and Acting Dean of Women . _ _ JL j Professor of Psychology and History of Education, and Acting Dean of Men , ‘ yS±.A T t) K D-W Professor of Industrial Arts and Physical Education -yiU jJaA- ' - ' W r WILLIAM ORLANDO LYNCH, - FREDERICK JOHN BREEZE V Professor of Geography and Geology P ' .i- Professor of History aw £ tsT” ' 0 wjr wx -t i j y ELSA JENNINGS Professor of Music w- L J. HOWARD JOHNSON Professor of Physics and Chemistry i{ juSL CM- ' 1 - ' ) 3 JAMES HARVEY BAXTER Professor of Mathematics NINA BLANCHE SMITH Professor of ,H° m e Economics ; f ' cXU_ •- i 6-1 v (Xj fa fU - , -]slsO in JOHN WESLEY RHOADS Professor of Drawing and Writi MARK EARL STUDEBAKER Professor of Commercial Education , - ' - , iM ' i .... , ' , A .CL , GENEVA NUGENT Professor of Institutional Mana-gLment.yjcH I ANTONIA HERNANDEZ Instructor in Spanish j) BLANCHE AREBA SIMMONS R e g i s t ra r_5s ' v1A t ’ A OTTO B. CHRTSTY iO- ' Professor of Botany and Agriculture CLENNIE E. BAILEY Acting Professor of Physiology Zoology P and hJ ROBERT CAVANAUGH Assistant in Psychology, History of Education and Observation RUTH E. KEITH Assistant in History and Mathematics MARGARET HARDIE FLORENCE L. HALL GRACE D. LOWE Assistant in English ' WjL. v X-u Grades One and Two, Training School ■1 r Grades Three and Four, Training School GEORGIA W. SIGLER Grades Five and Six, Training School JENNIE A. KING Grades Seven and Eight, Training School WE SENIORS What brilliancy and wisdom lies Within the orbits of our eyes! With spirit, beauty, grace and power, We are the monarchs of the hour — We Seniors. Ambition marks our every deed, In talent, too, we take the lead; For “push” and tact we have much fame And bear with honest pride the name Of Seniors. The Juniors, holding heads so high, Look downcast when we saunter by; The Sophomores and Freshmen, too, With envy sigh when come in view The Seniors. Go ask the planets in their course, The rushing winds, the ocean’s force, Who is the pride of earth and sky? And all creation will reply, —Leslie C. Kitselman. The Seniors. HELEN MOORE President Muncie, Indiana Spring “There is a soft and pensive grace, A cast of thought upon her face.” L. S. MARTIN Vice President Muncie, Indiana Summer . “The most important part of every busi¬ ness is to know what ought to be done.” NELLIE FAE JOHNSON Secretary-Treasurer Springport, Indiana Summer “One with more soul in her face than words on her tongue.” KATHERINE WASS WORLEY Hartford City, Indiana Summer “I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.” LAWRENCE SPULLBR Decatur, Indiana Summer “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more.” MRS. SUE BENEDICT NAY Springport, Indiana Summer “If you don’t know her well, you don’t know her well enough.” GLEN CHENOWETH Lynn, Indiana Summer Dost thou know the tale of every nation?” MARY F. REDDINGTON Elwood, Indiana Summer “A glad heart doeth good like a medicine.” THE SENIOR CLASS O N June seventeenth, nineteen hundred eighteen, the Eastern Division of the Indiana State Normal School opened its doors to four hundred twenty-five students who were thirsting for knowledge. The faculty hoped for, but little thought that there would be, a Senior class in this, the first term of the school’s existen ce. But as the day wore away it became known that three dignified Seniors had enrolled. One could hear among the “powers that be” such remarks as this: “What do you think? A Senior class our first year! A graduating class next June!” If it made glad the hearts of the faculty, what did it do for the hearts of those who submitted former credits with fear and trembling. And so Miss Fae Johnson and Mrs. Sue Benedict Nay formed the nucleus of the Senior class of nineteen hundred nineteen. In the fall term of nineteen hundred eighteen the S. A. T. C. attracted Mr. Stanley to this school and he joined our ranks. He soon proved his worth and became assistant in the chemical laboratory. Miss Helen Moore, a graduate of the University of Chicago, anxious to obtain another diploma to add to her collection, became one of us. Miss Worley, a teacher in the Hartford City Junior High School, tired of teaching the young American how to shoot, came to us that she might become more proficient in her chosen profession. The armistice was signed, his country no longer needed him, and Lieu¬ tenant Spuller cast his lot among us. Mr! Cihenoweth and Miss Reddington did likewise. Miss Ruth Simmons transferred her credits fi v om the division at Terre Haute. Mr. Martin, prin¬ cipal of the Garfield school in this city, lined up with us, and Miss Toney joined us late in the school year, making our number eleven —a proud eleven — proud to be the first class of a school which has before it a won¬ derful future. JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS FRANK T. PARK .. President MARY BRASS . Vice President EVA M ' . DEIHL Secretary-Treasurer OFFICERS EMMA ELLEN KUHNER . President BU ' RTON MOORE . Vice President GRACE SWAIM 1 . Secretary RUBY JONES . Treasurer RACHEL COWING . Vice President LILLIAN PARSONS . Treasurer College Education (so called) and School Life. fA STORY with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito; it bores you and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience. There¬ fore, we will have the moral first, and be done with it. Moral: Education does not insure success. Some succeed without it, many fail with it. In other words, all one needs is to succeed in order to be a success. We must respect the conventions and delusions of the public to a certain extent in regard to that perennial blossom entitled education; but a few light and airy facts concerning it, such as are not to be found in histories, auto¬ biographies, or press reports, would perhaps not be amiss. It has been said, and in many cases rightly so, that the only good a college ever does a person is to give him an elemental insight into that Amer¬ ican game, draw-poker; and to learn him (you cannot teach a college student) to differentiate between the various brands of brew. That was more true, however, in the days of our fore-fathers when the colleges turned them out, and the distilleries took them in. Now that the country is mildewed, rock- ribbed, and bone-dry, we must look elsewhere for a base upon which to wreck our aspirations and dreams of opluence. To obtain knowledge which, in its turn, constitutes education, we enter school under the most auspicious display of hospitality and, so to speak, sit at the feet of wise men and women who tell us of the world’s birth and of the stars, read the meanings of the forms of rocks, and the history of all the things that are. We learn to speak strange tongues and to study the deep mysteries of the post; the secrets of the ancient Ghaldaic lore; Etruscan inscriptions; hidden and mystic sciences; the names of all the flowers and things that grow in field and wood, even unto the tiniest weed by the brook. We are made richer by the acquaintance of many. They become our en¬ cyclopedias, friends, mentors, and not seldom, bankers. We acquire all the sophistication that such experience can give us and become more serious, more learned, more intense, socialistic, and not a few suffer from the “swelled- head.” Good things cannot last forever and so, in due time, this comes to an end, and, with all the sacredness and solemnity that one would bestow upon a dying man’s request, we are presented with that coveted “sheepskin,” sup¬ posed by some to be the passport to success. Then we are gently pushed out upon the mercy of a cold, clammy, and unappreciative world. It is a rude awakening from rosy dreams to hard facts, and quickly dispels the illusion entertained by some of us that we were due for better days. Some sink, some swim, some survive, others perish. A great many of us will always pursue the even tenor of our way, unnumbered and unsung, wiith no reputation outside of our immediate families — and not much of a one there. Others will see their billious and dejected countenances staring at them reproachfully from every Sunday newspaper, under the heading of “Bloated Bond-holders”; while still others will achieve such greatness that that they will be invited to lay corner-stones, sign autographs, and receive oilers of marriage from women who are willing to take long chances. All this and many other things we may obtain or lose through the love of letters and the pursuit of knowledge. But so much for education. It is an elusive and indefinite subject at best, and fit only for eminent philosophers whose syllables are smooth and nicely fitted to the joints of their ideas. We will now take up the subject dear to all students —“Our School Life.” Starting with, the basement, where the pathological carcass of Jim, the house oat, wenl for the undying cause of Science, we will proceed to the first lloor, where terms beautiful, devoid of eloquence, and splendid with the deadly monotony of truth, are used; thence upward to where they hold communion with Nature, with the breath of the fields, the songs of birds, and the pleasant chatter of tinkling streams. Here, too, you are conducted into the presence of the elusive, pursued, mysterious, and woo the sweet nymph, Algebra. Then again upward until we find those afflicted with a taste for music, and the place where a wise student keeps a stopper in his bottle of testing acid. There is also the training school, where children are defined as pestil¬ ential little animals with which one has to cope under a bewildering variety of conditions. No one understands them except old maids, hunch-backs, and shepherd dogs. The study hall and “Y” rooms, once so gay and social, are now closed and silent by order of the “All Highest” (faculty). “One great object of education is repression, self-control and discipline of the feelings.” On rare occasions a reception or entertainment is given. At such times “Bright shines the light o’er fair women and br— (let it go, anyhow) brave men.” Then, under the watchful eye of all concerned, we mount to a certain plain of good understanding; the steps by which we do this are per¬ sonal, and do not belong to general literature, but are short and few as befits the occasion. In spite of the fact that it is spring and the birds are singing and the flowers blooming, a few of us are quiet and studious and fond of deep thought. Base ball and being white to their fellow men, is about the extent of the college work of a good many, while there are still others whom no curriculum can reckon within its ken. By the unspoken verdict of the faculty it has not rained intelligence or wisdom in the vicinity of the two last mentioned for a long, long time. To the first group we can present our felicitations, to the second our congratulations, and to the last our heart¬ felt sympathy. It is very noticeable that we yet have said nothing in behalf of those of the opposite sex who grace this institution with their presence; but it would seem presumptuous in this favored vicinity, where women reign supreme by right of numbers, for a weak, downtrodden man to rise up and try to get a word in edgewise in their behalf. Besides, my limited knowledge of woman leads me to believe that she is capable of speaking for herself — morning, noon and night. Time was when woman was looked upon as man’s inferior, and in some of the other countries she still occupies a secondary place; but here she can truly say — “I’m monarch of all I survey; My right there is none to dispute.” If all schools have an enrollment like ours, and if education is the ruling factor in this country, it would be uncomplimentary to the reader’s powers of perception for me to explain further my point. And so, with education as our theme, we end where we began, which iustifies the reflection that some stories, as well as life, and puppy dogs thrown into wells, move round in circles. — CLIFFOBD L. OSBUN. CHAPEL nT is with eagerness each Tuesday and Thursday morning that the student _ ) body assembles in the auditorium for chapel. As their voices ring in unison in the chapel song, “America the Beautiful,” the students are bound closer to one another and closer to their school . The response in singing is splendid and every student heartily enters into the spirit ol each song, whether it be a rollicking round or the soft, sweet strains of an old favorite. Sometimes words are read from the Bible; then the minutes are spent quietly and impressively. Sometimes music wooes by its ever wonderful beauty with songs, orchestral and piano selections, or exquisite victrola records. Different members of the faculty come before the student body with the most widely interesting talks or readings, ranging from clever stories to biographies of great peo ple and discussions of legislative bills. Outside speakers are often present. Some very impressive talks have been made during the current year by ministers of the city churches. And through the efforts of the committee the students have been enabled to hear some of the big men of today, who have been brought from various cities. Men in uniform, not only those of our own dear khaki, but also those in the colors of our allied nations, have inspired the students with their enthusi¬ astic patriotism. Most of all, though, do the students eagerly anticipate days on which their own president talks to them. In his simple, direct way he presents messages which will put zest into the discouraged student and renewed enthusiasm into each and every one. As a whole the chapel exercises are a source of fine influence. At the close of each session the students leave for their classrooms fdled with higher ideals and with a stronger determination to accomplish those things for which their school was founded. wm, m wm m m m m mm m JtM ' 5«f� l ( 7 m- ' fell ■y,v- ■ ,■;?=.vv... i:” ' .• ' !• ' ? v � «w(: •jg ' -yJ .■ . V ' ™ , r: •. - ' (i ppM aa gi 7 � -Vi ■,•.-■ i • . ■-■ J, - . -J _ THE GIRLS’ CLUB (TT ' - ' HE organization of the Girls’ Club of the Indiana State Normal School, yly Eastern Division, was completed on January thirtieth, nineteen hun¬ dred nineteen. The following officers were elected: President, Alida Marsh; vice president, Mary Daily; secretary, Grace Pittenger; treasurer, Dorothy Lotz. The executive board consists of the four officers of the club, three of its members — Mary Brass, Kate Voss and Mary McElfresh — and two members of the faculty —Miss Viletta Baker, Dean of Women, and Miss Hazel Armstrong, Librarian. The purposes of the Girls’ Club are to promote fellowship among the students of the school and to further social activities and whatever pertains to the welfare of the student body. A tea was given at the first of the winter term for all the girls of the school. The Club is planning for a tea at the beginning of each term in order that the girls may become better acquainted. A party was given by the club for all the students on February twentieth. The pin which has been adopted by the Club is in the form of a Greek lamp inscribed with the letters, I. S. N. G. C. Hfi I MRS. ALICE CHEiXOWETH Services for-Mrs. Alice Chen- oweth, 92, of 1522 Grove Drive will be in Thomas Funeral Home, Lynn, at 2 p.m. Monday, with burial in Spartansburg Cemetery, Spartansburg. Local arrange¬ ments were made by D. 0. Mc- Comb Sons Funeral Home. Mrs. Chenoweth, a native of Lynn, died at 9:57 a.m. yester¬ day in Parkview Memorial Hos¬ pital. She was a member of Faith Hollywood Missionary Church. Surviving are a daugh¬ ter,.Mrs. Esther_L f}FQ ljette, Fort Wayne ana four grandchildren Preferred memorials are gift ' to Faith Hollywood Church. gifts Missionary make it hard to maxe enua meet.” In Omaha, Mrs. Edwin Jensen said, “So far I have seen no re¬ covery from increasing prices on any items. I hope his (Nix¬ on’s) program shows more re¬ sults in the future than it has in «� j James, also “I went to today and Mrs. C. W. of Omaha, said, the grocery everything is going up again . . .It doesn’t appear he has done anything as yet.” Mrs. J. W. Trammel Jr. urged that NLxon ‘‘be given a chance.” She said, ‘‘Everyone has been a ssl very unfair with Nixon. He is 1 doing all he can. He hasn’t had Young Women’s Christian Association HE Young Women’s ChrisLian Association of the school was organized Q_ J April second by the general field secretary, Miss Hazel Bent. The following week a membership drive was started in which about sev¬ enty girls became members of the organization. The first of the weekly devotional meetings was held April twelfth in the chapel hall. Group meet¬ ings, for the purpose of studying the Bible and world fellowship, were or¬ ganized. “The purpose of this Association shall be to associate young women in personal loyalty to Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord; to promote growth in Christian character and service through physical, social, mental, and spirit¬ ual training; and to become a social force for the extension of the Kingdom of God.” Learning more about the Bible, developing many now dormant capabilities for Christian service, and supplying pleasant and enjoyable social life are some of its functions. It should and will be a great force in uniting the woman student body in common fellowship. The following officers were chosen for the ensuing year: President, Catherine Daniels Secretary, Louise Guthrie Vice President, Helen Post Treasurer, Opal Wilhelm Chairmen of standing committees: Social, Flora Wachtell Devotional, Louise Mattax Social Service, Teresa Collins Finance, Opal Wilhelm Publicity, Gertrude Williamson Membership, Helen Post Bible and World Fellowship, Hazel Davis Faculty advisory committee: Chairman, Mrs. B. F. Moore Publicity, Miss Edith L. Schlater Social, Miss Viletta E. Baker Devotional, Miss Mary C. Pavey Social Service, Mrs. W. O. Lynch Finance, Miss Nina B. Smith Bible and World Fellowship, Mrs. O. M. Pittenger Membership, Miss Hazel E. Armstrong OFFICERS YOUNG MEN’S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION “Go ye, therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.” ' HE above command was given by our Master nea rly two thousand Uy years ago to His disciples, and since that time man, through various institutions and organizations, has been carrying it out. One of the great societies which he has organized is the Young Men’s Christian Associ¬ ation. The young men of the Eastern Division of the Indiana State Normal School met early in the winter term at the home of Professor Oscar M. Pit- tenger and organized a Young Men’s Christian Association. A constitution was drawn up and adopted. The following young men were elected to the various offices: President, Morris Stanley; vice president, Everett Teagle; secretai ' y, Abraham Pennington; treasurer, Charles England. It is the will of the young men that the Y. M. C. A. become an active, up-to-date organization. It has a great field of work in the future. The organization is planning to give a reception for the new students at the opening of each term, so that students and faculty members may become better acquainted. The boys intend to have members of the faculty and some of the prominent citizens of Muncie address the organization at various times during the school year, and thus bring about a spirit of co-operation, which is essential to all institutions and organizations. Our society is young, but the foundation has been laid and the course mapped out. What the organization will mean to the school depends not only upon the young men now in school, but upon future students. MUSICAL ORGANIZATIONS jn LTHOUGH the musical organizations are not large numerically they consist of the talent of Eastern Indiana. As is always the case, geniuses are in the minority. There is no telling how many Carusos, Schumann-Heinks and Paderewskis there are among us. We are not unduly puffed up over our record of public performances, although they have all been successful and, “they say,” enjoyable. But we do know we have a “heap” to learn, which only proves that these organiza¬ tions are worth while, for the future is so limitless. “They say,” too, that we make a great disturbance; that the first new building erected is to be a conservatory and that it is to be put way over in the woods where no one can hear us. Just the same, we know when “they” want some entertainment “they” will walk clear over to ask us to please appear. So, you see, we KNOW we are just as important as we think we are. THE BOYS’ GLEE CLUB HE Boys’ Glee Club has for its purpose the interpretation and appre¬ ciation of good music. In order to carry out this purpose, only songs of the highest type are studied and interpreted. “Quality and not quantity” would he a good motto for t he organization. From time to time the club, in order to show what progress has been made and to accustom the members to singing before the public, gives selections at chapel exercises. It helps to entertain by singing at the various social functions of the college. The Glee Club is very fortunate this year in having as its director Miss Elsa Jennings. She has had much experience in training glee clubs, and her work with ours lias been most excellent. The members are: Morris Stanley, president; Leslie Pensinger, vice president; Harold Brubaker, secretary-treasurer; Harry Fortney, Ralph Scud-- der, Mauck Brammer, Herschel Chalfant, Charles England, Thomas Cum¬ mings, Abraham Lennington, Everett Teagle. THE GIRLS’ GLEE CLUB | HE Girls’ Glee Club was organized at the beginning of the summer .1 quarter, nineteen hundred nineteen, under the leadership of Mrs. Cotton, professor of music. In the fall Miss Elsa Jennings succeeded Mrs. Colton and became leader of the organization. The object of the club is to familiarize the members and those hearing the performances with the best music written for women”s voices. It is also to develop the individual in artistic voice production and appreciation. One- third credit is given for each term’s work. The membership of the club is as follows: Louise Guthrie, Nell Hodg¬ son, Emma Kuhner, Louise Mattax, Ruth Pontius, Rosa Murphy, Mary Pon¬ tius, Norelia Smith, Opal Wilhelm, Dorothy Williams, Saloma Irvin, Nadine Shively, and Ruth Dunn. GLEN CHENOWETH Athletic Editor L. S. MARTIN Business M ' anager MORRIS STANLEY Subscription Manager HELEN MOORE Editor-in-Chief JOHN WESLEY RHOADS Art Editor MARY J. DAILY Associate Editor DOES TRAVEL EDUCATE? (Leslie Curtis Kitselman) Guide (in the Yellowstone): “Here we have the Giantess Geyser. It plays at in¬ tervals of from 16 to 25 days and throws a stream of water from 80 to 150 feet high. During the eruption a loud rumbling and roaring is heard, resembling thunder.” Chorus of Tourists: “Oh, yes —the Gi¬ antess! Where’s the guide book? The water actually boiling — what did he say about it? Old Lady: “Dear me! What’s that?” Son (screaming in ear trumpet): “Giant¬ ess! Plays 16 to 25 feet high every 60 days. Sounds like thunder.” Old Lady: “Oh, is it? Where’s the um¬ brella?” Child: “Miamma, the man says it’s full of thunder.” Bride: “Oh, Harold, isn’t it thrilling?” College Youth: “The scientific explana¬ tion is-Say, Shad, what did old Prof. Billings tell us about geysers?” Boston Spinster (reading): “The contin¬ ual roaring of the Giantess is caused by—” Coarse Person: “Her sex, madam.” Spinster (indignantly): Sir!” English Tourist (to college youth): “Real¬ ly, noy, he carn’t be serious; 150 feet, don’t- cher know, deuced distance, really! (To guide) I say, old top, what’s the name of this — er — affair? Ah, yes — extraordinary name, by Jove! One might suppose-” Bride: “Harold, isn’t it perfectly heav¬ enly to call this one ‘Giantess,’ just as if it were married to the Giant Geyser over there?” Harold: “Yes, darling.” Guide: “This formation is called ‘The Beehive Geyser,’ because of the peculiar¬ shaped cone suggesting the conventional beehive. Eruptions are regular and the water is so hot that the greater part evaporates while in the air. The height at¬ tained varies from 170 to 220 feet.” Son (in ear trumpet): “Beehive Geyser! Be-e-hive! Bees! Bees!” Old Lady (frantically): “Where? Where?” English Tourist: By Jove, I carn’t see any bees. Bees don’t exist in hot water. Bally rot, I say.” Boston Spinster: “Let us trust Provi¬ dence that the crust of this mountain is sufficient to support us.” Coarse Person: “Calm yourself, madam; tourists are made to be held up — not sup¬ ported.” Spinster: “Sir!” College Youth: “Aw, come on, Shad, let’s beat it back to the hotel. That blond waitress is a pippin.” Child: “M ; amma, there is going to be a hold-up — the man said.” Mother: “Hush, Annabel.” Guide: “This geyser is called the Sponge. Notice the spongelike formation of the cone.” English Tourist: “I say, old top, not a real sponge, you know — rather petrified. Now, in Africah-” Young Lady: “Oh, father, someone threw in a sponge and it petrified!” Father (near-sighted): “Wonderful! Won¬ derful! .1 must write Amelia about this!” ISon (in trumpet): “Sponge Geyser, Sponge! Sponge!” Old Lady: “Wlhat for? Where? I’ll wait until I get to my room.” Guide: “The water in the Sponge Geyser reaches a temperature of 212.” Coarse Person: “Huh! Pretty near hell. No wonder married men feel at home in the Park!” Bride: “Oh, Harold, isn’t he brutal?” (Exeunt Guide and Tourists over the hill, chattering.) FOREST HALL —GIRLS’ DORMITORY ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION r a SOUND mind in a sound body is a short but full description of a ' happy state in this ■world” according to the English phil¬ osopher, John Locke. It has been the purpose of the school from the beginning to develop a sound mind. As time has advanced people have begun to realize the part played by a strong body in developing the mind to its fullest capacity and have, as a result, introduced ath¬ letics into the schools. At the beginning of the fall term of the Indiana State Normal School, Eastern Division, Mr. O. E. Sink, professor of athletics, called to¬ gether the students of the school to form an athletic association. The organization was Professor of Physical Education formed and the following officers elected: Pres¬ ident, Harold Brubaker; vice president, Teresa Collins; secretary, Gertrude Williamson; treasurer, Thomas Cummings. Harry Fortney was elected manager of the basket-ball team and through his efforts a few games were secured with teams from other colleges. The members of the basket-ball team are: Harold Brubaker, George Harding, forwards; Ralph Scudder, center; Harry Fortney, Leslie Pensinger, guards; Charles England, Leander Howell subs. Although the team did not win many of its games in this, the initial year of its existence, yet it gave to the school a spirit which will grow in intensity and help in making it one of the best in the state. The baseball season has not yet opened. Glen Chenoweth was elected manager of the team by the student body and is at the present time working to schedule games with other schools of the state. The prospects for a win¬ ning team are good. It will be organized in the near future and will be sure to receive the loyal support of the entire student body. BASKET BALL TEAM Scudder England Brubaker Williams Fortney Pensinger Howell Harding Sink Lennington BASE BALL TEAM The Day That Billy Allen Traded Galluses.” Prof. Wm. O. Lynch. O N a certain June morning about forty years ago when Billy Allen was nearly ten years old, he set off on an errand to the home of his Uncle Jim and Aunt Jane. It was not a long way to go, for Billy’s father, Dan Allen, and his brother Jim lived on adjoining farms along the famous “Plank Road” that ran from one county seat to another. It was a very ordinary mission with which Billy was entrusted, but he was scrupulously clean, even to the crevices of his ears. Mrs. Allen always made a particular point of Billy’s ears. Billy didn’t. Though he kept his clothing and face and hands entirely too clean for a real boy, his father often threatened to plant potatoes in his ears, and his mother gave them from one to three care¬ ful inspections every time Billy cleaned up for any purpose. On the particular summer day before mentioned the air was balmy and soft and still, and, as the barefoot boy left his foot-prints in the soft black mud of the big-road, he desired nothing that he didn’t have. Pres¬ ently he entered his uncle’s door-yard and as he rounded the corner of the house he was given a boisterous welcome by his numerous young cousins. He beamed on t hem all, but allowed nothing to divert him until he had de¬ livered a half-gallon of jug-yeast to his aunt. “Well, did I ever!” exclaimed that exceedingly busy but very delibrale matron, setting the jug on the well platform behind her. “If your ma ain’t a goodun! Tell her I’m much obliged. It ’pears like we’re all gettin’ tired of salt-risin’ bread cepten yer Uncle Jim. He thinks he can’t eat light-bread, but I’m a goin’ to try some anyway. Maybe we can break him in.” Aunt Jane patted Billy on the head and told him that he was a good boy. Meanwhile, her own youngsters had surrounded the jug, pulled out the corn¬ cob cork, and were taking turns smelling the contents. Dick stopped this process by seizing the jug and lifting it toward his mouth, saying as he did so: “I’ll betcha I can drink every bit of this stuff at one swollen” “Ma! Oh ma!” shouted little Nancy, “Dick’s a goin’ to drink it all up.” Aunt Jane turned quickly and ordered Dick, on peril of a “thrashin’,” to set the jug down and cork it up. “Aw, I was just a foolin’, ma. Nancy alius hollers fore she’s hurt,” drawled Dick, as he handed the jug over to his mother, who carried it into the mik-house. “Come on, boys, let’s go out to the stable and play,” called out Sam, taking Billy’s arm and starting off on a run. Dick and Tammy hurried after them, but the girls and smaller boys remained in the yard, having been warned by Dick that they were not to “tag along.” Billy had not forgotten his mother’s parting injunction that he was not to stay very long, and that he must be sure to behave himself. As he ran along, he experienced some misgivings lest all might not turn out well, but he secretly resolved that he would try to please his mother by carrying home a good report. Sam Allen, who was thirteen, was a boy with a most bland and peace- lul countenance and a very gentle and persuasive voice. To all appearances he was a saintly youth. Billy was very fond of him, and trusted him com¬ pletely. Dick Allen was eleven and a half, a stalwart, daring lad, who talked little. He could do anything that any boy could do, and was afraid of nothing. Tommy was just as old as Billy, to whom he was a source of much worry, tor, though little larger, he was equal to two of him in strength. The running gears of an old wagon stood near the stable; a wide board, just long enough to raise the wheel clear of the ground, was placed under a rear axle. Then Dick placed his feet firmly on the rim of the lower side of the wheel, thrust his head through below the rim on the upper side, grasped a spoke with each arm and announced that he was ready. His brothers took hold of the wheel with a will, and, giving it a tremendous start, caused it to spin round and round at a great speed. When Dick tumbled out of his position, as the wheel slowed down, he was very dizzy, but quickly recovered. If his companions had invited Billy to ride on this vertical merry-go-round he would undoubtedly have done so, for it seemed an easy and interesting performance. However, as Sam and Tommy had tried it on several oc¬ casions with results exactly like those accompanying sea-sickness, it was well for Billy that he did not then and there become a “revolutionist.” The hoys now entered the stable where several horses stood in the stalls. Each of the brothers claimed one of the animals as his own, and they at once entered into a competition in setting forth the virtues of their re¬ spective “plugs,” after the manner of horse-traders. Their skill in this line of effort they came by naturally, for Jim Allen was a trader such as only a Hoosier community could produce in those days, who swapped horses at every opportunity. To Billy’s amazement his cousins seemed to have no fear. They not only darted back and forth under the bellies of the horses, but they crawled between their front legs, and even between their hind legs. Now Billy had starred in the arithmetic class many times. He could repeat the multipli¬ cation table forwards, backwards, or crosswise. He had read an una¬ bridged Robinson Crusoe two years earlier. All of this was beyond what even Sam could do, but it availed nothing. Billy had never done such feats as he was witnessing at the moment, and he could only despise himself for being such a “no ’count” fellow. Tiring of the entertainment afforded by the stable, the boys ascended to the hay-loft and then dropped from the mow-hole to the ground outside. The process was a simple one that consisted in climbing over the sill of the aperture, clinging to it with both hands with the body in a vertical position, dropping straight downward, and landing on the feet. Even Billy did this successfully, having been taught how recently by a reckless boy who had visited at his home, thereby adding greatly to the worries of his mother. Sam proposed that they go down to the creek, and all started off to¬ gether on a run. “Let’s see who beats,” puffed Billy, who was not a bad runner. The challenge was accepted and each boy did his best. It was just about a hundred yards and they made good time. Dick, the unconquerable, was first, while Sam won second place. Billy came out third, leaving Tommy to bring up two paces behind him. Now the latter did not relish defeat, and had his older brothers not been present he would have tackled Billy on [he spot, thrown him down and punched his face, as he had done before, and as he did more than once later. Anyway, there was something more interesting to do at present, for the older boys were already stripping for a plunge in the swimming hole, which was fully eight feet wide and measured all of fifteen inches at its greatest depth, not including four inches of oozy, black, vegetable silt that covered the bottom. Tommy quickly followed the lead of his brothers, and Billy, greatly emboldened by his recent successes, began to disrobe also. It was some little time before he was ready, but when he had divested him¬ self of the last garment, and hung all of them carefully on the limb of a little soft maple, he tumbled into the water and entered into the sport with a keener enjoyment than the rest. It would be hard to say whether it was more of a mud bath or a water bath, for the boys gouged up hand-fulls of silt and slung them at each other. It was not a sticky mud and washed off easily. Moreover, by advancing up the sluggish little brook, they came to clear water again. The fun had gone on for quite a while when Sam, straining his eyes across the pasture, exclaimed in tones of surprise and fear: “Boys, yonder comes Pa and Uncle Dan!” Out of the water like a flash he and his brothers went, and slipping into their clothes with astonishing alacrity, set off on a run, but not toward the house. Billy could see no one coming, but was too excited to look carefully. The fright, as well as flight, of his companions seemed so genuine that he got out of the swimming hole as fast as he could and made for his clothes. Here he labored under a great handicap, for, whereas his cousins each had two garments, he had four. He hastily separated his small summer under¬ shirt from the rest of his apparel, inserted his arms and pulled it over his head. By this time the others were starting to run away. The undershirt clung to Billy’s wet shoulders, and though ' he pulled and tugged manfully, he was unable to make any headway, or, rather, to find any way to get his head through the opening which surely was there if he could find it. He suddenly became very lonesome and homesick, and would have cried, had he not heard someone calling his name. He imagined that it was his father, which nerved him to a final and successful effort. The garment slipped into place, his head came forth, and his arms shot out through the sleeves. To his relief, instead of his father bearing down on him with deserved reproof, lie found Sam returning with grins and chuckles, and his scape¬ grace brothers were not far off. To make amends, Sam aided Billy to finish his toilet, and they all went back to the house. Billy now started for home and the cousins accompanied him to the fence between the yard and the road. This was a “worm” fence of new white oak rails, and the boys perched themselves on the top rail, Billy included. It seemed hard to make a start again, and he stayed there quite a little while. It was restful to just sit and talk after the more strenuous experiences of the morning. After a time, Dick bantered Billy to trade “gallusses” with him. Now Billy was a poor trader. At any rate he felt that his reputation in this field of ellort was at a low ebb, from the comments his father had made from time to time in connection with certain slate-pencil and pocket-knife trades that he had made with boys at school. Dick’s suspenders appeared to he in good condition. In fact Billy liked the looks of them better than his own, for Dick’s were a plain blue while his were a faint yellow with stripes that had almost faded away. If he should make a real good trade it would show his father that he was not so green at the business after all. Mean¬ while, Sam blandly pointed out that the rubber in Dick’s “gallusses” was good yet, while there was hardly any stretch left in Billy’s. He took hold of eadh pair in turn and proved his point conclusively. After much re¬ flection Billy agreed to trade. The exchange was soon made. Sam un¬ buttoned Dick’s suspenders behind and buttoned them on Billy, who felt very pround as he fastened them on in front. He climbed down off of the fence, inserted a thumb under each suspender, pulled them out a few inches and let them flip back against his chest. The rubber was fine, that was certain. He looked at Dick, ran his eye over the faded yellow suspenders, and blushed from shame at having cheated his cousin in a trade. But now he realized that he must go home, and calling his dog, a fine black shepherd with a white throat, he started up the road. But “Old Ring,” who was lying in a corner sunning himself, started up and growled as Shep leaped over the fence beside him. Not to be borne in silence, this was met by an answering growl and a show of teeth. “Sic ’im, Ring,” yelled young Tommy, and the fight was on. The older brothers joined Tommy and all of them shouted encouragement to Ring. Nevertheless, Shep held his own regardless of partiality on the side lines. At first Billy walked calmly on toward home, trying to ignore the fight. His recent commercial venture had made him bold and confident, not only for himself but for his dog as well. Shep would soon give “Old Ring” enough and he would be glad to quit. Billy could keep up this spirit for a moment only, then he stopped and looked back. “You’d better come back and git Shep,” called Sam; “I’m afraid Ring’ll kill ’im.” “Ring can’t do it,” answered Billy angrily, his pride touched deeply. Sam appeared to be watching the dogs intently, and Billy heard him shouting, “Here, you Ring, stop that!” Then in a tone of despair, he added “O, my, my; he’s got Shep by the throat now! He’ll kill ’im sure!” This terrible tragedy was too much for Billy, and he turned his face homeward again, weeping bitterly, and calling out, “Here, Shep! Here. Shep!” between heart-breaking sobs. Either from sympathy for Billy or because he saw that Ring was getting the worst of it, Sam now interfered and, with Dick’s help, stopped the battle. The moment the conflict was over, Shep’s quick ear caught the note of trouble in his young master’s call, and he went tearing up the road after him. He circled around him, leaped upon him, and licked his hands. Billy was bewildered. He looked back at his cousins, wiped his eye s on his sleeve, patted Shep on the head, and trudged on, hardly knowing whether to laugh or cry again. His recovery of spirits was surprisingly rapid. A red-head flew across the road and alighted on a log-heap in the clearing. Billy threw a club ad it, and as he failed to see it fly away, he thought he must have killed it. He went to look for it, but for obvious reasons he could not find it. A little farther along a squirrel was discovered running on the fence on the other side of the road. Shep chased it into the big-woods and it ran up a hickory tree. Billy sat down on a stump and waited for it to come down again, but his patience gave out after a time, so he started for home once more. When he walked into the barn-lot he had a feeling that he must have been gone a long time. What would his mother say? Anyway he was glad to get back. The quaint farm-house, with its vertical weather-board¬ ing painted red and its weather strips painted white, and the tall evergreen in front of it, seemed to Billy the finest place in the world. He walked into the door-yard feeling very guilty and found his sisters playing in the shade of the big cottonwood by the spring-house. He ex¬ pected them to upbraid him and ask why he had stayed so long, but they did nothing of the kind. Instead, they simply seemed glad to have him back. Mrs. Allen came briskly out of the back kitchen door, passed around to the opposite side of the spring-house and rang the dinner bell, while Shep sat on his haunches, pointed his nose skyward and gave vent to a series of howls in unison with the tones of the bell. Billy was glad that his mother had not seen him when he came out, and hoped that she would not notice him when she returned to the kitchen. She did, however, but instead of scolding him she gave him one of her rarest smiles and asked if he had bad a good time at Aunt Jane’s. Billy replied rather incoherently that he had had a fine time. “Well, run and put some hay in the mangers and corn in the troughs for the horses. Tell Pa to hurry when he comes in from the fields, ’cause we’ve got chicken and noodles for dinner today.” Billy was off in an instant. Surely he couldn’t be such a bad boy, after all. The world was bright again. Every one was happy at dinner. The chicken tasted fine. So did the noodles and the milk, and the custard pie, and everything else. The afternoon passed off serenely. No one not iced the new suspenders. Billy hoped they would not be noticed for several days. If he could see Dick before anyone discovered the exchange he might even “swap” back. His conscience still troubled him for cheating in a trade. After supper Billy and Shep drove the cows in from the woods pasture. By this time he was tired, but he managed to keep awake until his mother had strained the milk and his father .had come in from the stable. His mother lighted the new coal-oil lamp and took up some mending. His father sat down and began to read the “Weekly Times,” though he had read the paper twice before. The boy stood close beside his mother’s chair and watched the mending process, while the other children played “Frog in the meadow, can’t get out; take a little stick and punch him all about.” They urged Billy to join them but he ignored the invitation. His mother looked into his face and said: “I believe Billy had better go to bed; he’s a pretty tired boy, I think.” Then she grasped his arm and drew him gently around in front of the lamp. “You must put on a clean shirt in the morning; this one is awfully dirty.” Now she made another discovery and startled Billy with a sudden question: “Where on earth did you get these blue ‘gallusses’?” Billy was wide awake at once. His father lowered his paper and looked over it with interest. The children stopped singing about “The frog in the meadow.” The pride which Billy had felt in his great business venture at the time it was made returned, and he said, with a boastful air: “I traded my old yellow ones to Dick for these good ones.” As he made this assertion he proudly placed his thumbs under the elastic strips, pulled them away from his body and let them flip, just as he had done immediately after the trade. Then he turned once around that the full effect of his bargain might be realized. His father chuckled softly, the girls giggled, and his mother said with mock seriousness: “You poor boy! You’ll break the family up yet, if you keep on making such wonderful trades.” Billy was entirely at sea. What could be wrong? If there was anything the matter with his new “gallusses” he couldn’t see what it was. He felt hurt and angry that his folks should make fun of him for nothing. He began to stammer out his thoughts, but stopped abruptly, for his mother, having unbuttoned the suspenders behind, pulled them over his head and stretched them out full length before his eyes. For the first time he saw them in their entirety. He wi lted in the presence of what he saw. One suspender, just above the crossing at the back, was minus the rubber strands for a length of four inches. Moreover, the woof had disappeared for the same distance, and there was left just enough of the lengthwise threads to hold the two portions together. It was all clear to Billy now why Sam had so kindly aided in the ex¬ change and so willingly fastened the suspenders at his back. He did not express his thoughts. He only stood and looked at the defective spot in a dazed sort of way. While he stood thus little Jennie ran to one of the small drawers at the top of the bureau, where she kept her coins, and hurrying to Billy’s side, shyly pressed a two-cent piece into his hand. Then his father took the little girl on his lap and drew Billy up to his side, saying, “No, Jennie, you don’t need to give up your money. I’ll get Billy a new pair of blue ‘gallusses’ the first time I go to town. Everyone of you go to bed now; it’s nearly half past eight o’clock.” When Billy started up the stairway, he caught his father’s eye, who winked at him, and said: “Don’t you worry, Billy, you’ll get your eye-teeth cut some day.” Once in bed, Billy worried over his misfortune for nearly three minutes before he fell asleep. It must have been about two o’clock when Mrs. Allen thought she heard one of the children calling. She lighted a Candle and stepped lightly up the stairway to listen. She heard Billy call out, “Here, Shep! Here, Shep!” as if his heart was almost broken She passed over to the lounge but he was quiet again and sleeping soundly. She tucked an extra blanket around him, for it had become quite cool during the clear June night Then she held the candle lower and, after looking into the boy’s face for a while, said softly, “I believe we’ll have to make a preacher out of Billy.” A NATURAL FARCE (Velma Brokaw) H S I started on a nature study ramble at four o’clock of an afternoon late in April I sensed the spirit of the springtime — of the gay, home¬ coming birds and the modest leaflets and blossoms thrusting their fair young heads through the windows of their snug winter homes, quite unconscious of the bewitching grace of new Easter bonnets. I was soon convinced that the best colors this season ale to be white and various shades of green, with pink, rose, orange, red, and blue for those of the right complexion. Green is the one color, according to the latest from leading designers, that will prevail throughout the season. Spring beauties, violets, and deer tongues are wearing designs profusely trimmed with this popular color. Among the feathered folk Robin Red Breast easily predominates in im¬ portance, if one may judge from the size of his family. And his haughty, scolding manner, when I surprised him at work on his newly remodeled house, told me that he realized his social position. He did not realize, how¬ ever, that as a musician he was inferior to the Mocking Bird, for he was too busy with his home-making to appreciate the efforts of that singer. As he swayed on his slender branch near the top of a small tree I could hear him singing his impetuous, variable tune, “as merry as the day is long.” Meanwhile the Grackle, in burnished purple coat, was enjoying a picnic lunch with Mrs. Grackle, insect a la mode being the leading item of the menu. Then, too, an outcast Cowbird had estabilshed his lookout in the top of a tall tree, evidently taking a mental survey of his surroundings in order to locate the homes of the victims of his impositions. Farther on, in a tree I saw Mrs. Bluebird and Mrs. Wren, apparently waiting for someone. The latter soon grew impatient and left. I wondered at the meek patience of Mrs. Bluebird, but soon discovered her reason; for in the next tree was her liege lord, leisurely going about his before-dinner toilet. The thought came to me that perhaps, after all, the traditional wait¬ ing of the husband for the wife may be a rule that works both ways on occasion. Several members of the Squirrel family were also in evidence. Their backwoods life and habits probably account for their utter lack of style, for in spite of Fashion’s commands they are still wearing their hopelessly out-of-date gray. SOCIETY O UR social calendar is a voluminous one. Since the school opened its por¬ tals to us, June seventeenth last, we have had many gay and enjoyable alTairs, characterized by widely varying degrees of dignity. We might run the scale either up or down, beginning with the faculty picnics, which included the climbing of barbed wire fences and the rapid devouring of sandwiches and Spanish omelet, or with the alumni banquet and its dig¬ nified array of guests, both home and foreign. But we shall do neither; we shall catalogue the functions in the order of their occurrence, endeavoring neither to unduly gloss over the one nor detract from the other, leaving all to the pleasant memories of those whose privilege it was to participate in them. First in order came the reception tendered by the Commercial Club of Muncie and the citizens of Normal City to the faculty and student body of the Normal, an affair marked by a spirit of cordial friendliness. After a progam of excellent addresses and music in the auditorium, new acquaint¬ ances were formed during a social hour in the corridor below by the “please- write-your-name-on-my-card” method. The evening as a whole served to establish at once a pleasant relationship between citizens and school. After the opening of the school one of the chief desires of the faculty was that a cordial, “homey” atmosphere might be created which would serve to bind faculty and students together in helpful sympathy. Accord¬ ingly on July eighteenth a recepLion was given by the faculty in the main building lo which all registered students were invited. As one entered the doors on that eventful evening what sights met the eye! A prosy, sedate hall of learning had been transformed by fairies into a veritable fairyland. And the King of Fairies, who was he? Who but Professor Baxter, artist and home lover. Rugs, divans, easy chairs, llowers, flags, and punch bowls were everywhere in halls and class rooms, and the psychic effect upon the assembled guests was immediately apparent. Words of hearty good fel¬ lowship were spoken by Messrs. F. C. Ball and W. C. Ball and dancing and splendid music, both orchestral and vocal, under the direction of Mrs. Cot¬ ton, also featured the evening. On a bright July afternoon one standing on the campus and looking toward the western horizon might have seen a company of motorists and pedestrians wending their way along the dusty road in the direction of Shiclc’s woods. Barbed wire fences halted only the automobiles. All mem¬ bers of the party marched on, following the woodland path until, safely sheltered by the friendly grove, camp was declared. The same magic that produced from hidden recesses rolls, eggs and pickles, also banished ped¬ agogical primness, and for two hours the faculty with their families were “just folks” enjoying a part holiday. (Miss Nugent, ever watchful of left¬ overs, after the feast gathered together the fragments and held a consultation with Mr. Narviez. Result: Spanish omelet.) About one month later the faculty again sought surcease of toil, this time betaking themselves to Eaton Park. A marked increase in capacity, individually and collectively, for dis- posing ot the menu was noted with great satisfaction, this being regarded as indicative of the general growth of the school. “Moonlight on the Hud¬ son” was typified by the steamboat ride which closed the day’s pleasures. Occasional “no-men-admitted” parties are a recognized right of all college girls. Accordingly the feminine half of our student body, not wishing to lose any earthly enjoyment due them, indulged in a delightful manless gathering on the evening of August twentieth, the town girls entertaining the out-of-towners. The chief event of the evening was a play which gave prima facie evidence that we have in our midst histrionic artists of rare (see Webster) ability. On the evening of November twenty-third the first formal gathering in honor of our Student’s Army Training Corps was held. The outstanding feature of entertainment was an address by Senator Arthur D. McKinley which stirred the patriotism and manhood of every soldier present. Com¬ mandant Morrison also spoke interestingly of military movements and sit¬ uations. A rousing sing followed. Forward, march! was never obeyed with greater alacrity by the S A. T. G. than on a pleasant afternoon in October when obedience to the com¬ mand led to Shick’s woods where a wiener roast was given for them by the girls of the school. The boys marched to the rendezvous in company for¬ mation, girls sedately in the rear. Wieners, buns, pickles, marshmallows, and the proverbial peck of dirt allotted to each human system were all speed¬ ily devoured. Singing followed — first competitive, later full, harmonious chorus. On the return trip the girls obtained permission to march with the boys. Result: less formation, more sociability. One of “the season’s gayest affairs” was the S. A. T. C. dance given earyl in December. The jazziest of music was furnished by the famous S. A. T. C. jazz orchestra, composed of James Sowars, piano; Ralph Mitchell, sax¬ ophone; Earl Young, cornet; William Palmer Smith, drums. Professor Bax¬ ter and Miss Simmons led the grand march (miff sed). The absence of “wall flowers” was noticeable, for while the dancing was in progress those who did not care to dance were busily engaged in playing various entertaining games under the able leadership of Professor Pittenger. Memories of pantry raids and their dire consequences were all wiped off the slate on Friday, December twentieth, when Miss Nugent, little mother of the S. A. T. C., served a sumptuous, farewell banquet to the boys. Soldiers are first of all men, and the main stop-over on the road to their hearts was then and there reached and passed. Chicken and “all the fixin’s,” served by charming waitresses from the student body, made all happy, the apprecia¬ tion of the men being voiced in a neat speech by Commandant Morrison. A photographer was there, too, to catch and perpetuate the smiles. The largest, most elaborate and, withal, most successful social function of the school year was the alumni banquet held in the main building on the evening of February fifth. Invitations had been issued to all graduates of the State Normal School who are residents of Delaware county, and of these more than one hundred were present. The large corridor was filled by three long tables covered with snowy linen and bright with sweet peas and smilax, and a most enjoyable banquet was deftly served by student waitresses. The feast being concluded, Professor Lynch, as toast master. with fitting word and anecdote happily opened the after-dinner program. Since those present had come from many different localities and were strang¬ ers to one another, the toast master suggested that acquaintance be furthered by a brief speech of self-introduction from each guest. This met with a unanimous and jovial response through which ran a vein of deep loyalty to “our Alma Mater.” President Parsons, guest of honor, then traced in¬ teresting facts in the history of the Indiana State Normal School and force¬ fully presented the claims of its product, the public school teacher. He was followed by Superintendent Fitzgibbon, of the Muncie City Schools, in a strong address. The evening’s program closed with the forming of an alumni association of the Indiana State Normal School, Eastern Division, the fol¬ lowing officers being elected to serve for one year: President, Professor W. O. Lynch; secretary-treasurer, Mr. Glen Brown. February twenty-seventh was observed by the school as open-house day, the citizens of Muncie and vicinity being invited to visit and inspect the buildings and grounds and enjoy a program of addresses and music in the auditorium. A large company responded to the invitation and after their visit many spoke in terms of highest praise of the school and its value to the community and state. The principal address was given by Captain Roth of the French army. A George Washingon party was given by the Girls’ Club on the evening of February twentieth. There were gala decorations and patriotic games. The condition of admission was the wearing of a decoration typify¬ ing some kind of tree. A prize was awarded the one who correctly inter¬ preted the greatest number of decorations. Delicious sherbet and cookies were served. The Y. M. C. A. boys displayed their skill as entertainers one evening in March. By a clever contest a King and Queen of the evening were chosen, whose duty it was later to decide which of a number of groups pre¬ sented the best charade. Defeat at basket ball had no power to impair the spirit of hospitality which our team possesses, and after the game played with Terre Haute on the evening of March first they invited the visiting team to be their guests at the school for a social hour. Music and dancing were enjoyed. THE PRODIGAL Deep in a hidden corner of my heart, There lived a song — a living, joyful thing! It breathed of life and love and youthful fire, Great worlds to gain — and fame—The heart’s desire The little song took wing. Soul empty, waited I the proud return. Years passed and still I loved the song, and prayed With paling hope and long sequestered fears — Until it came — so timid and so strange, White faced and sad. Oh, agony of change! A little song of tears. — Leslie C. Kitselman. S. A. T. C. r- .URING the Fall term of nineteen hundred eighteen, military training occupied the most important place in the life of our school. The Students’ Army Training Corps, alias The Saturday Afternoon Tea Club, alias other appellations which all members will recall, was established under the supervision of the government to train students for entrance into the army as commissioned officers. Though greatly handicapped by lack of equipment, change of program, and disease epidemics, we might, in a flattering way, say that it was a suc¬ cessfully conducted work until the termination of the war caused interest in this direction to cease. One hundred twenty-four men w r ere enlisted, among whom there was some very promising (?) officer material, — verily at the end of two months fully one-hall knew right from left. Professor Sink, our physical director, very efficiently conducted the actual drill and physical culture work; with the aid of Professor Breeze we dug up and mulled over the “Roots of War,” while Professor Baxter lectured on tangents and angles. The commandant, Lieutenant Morrison, A. E. F., was busy at all times with the administrative affairs of the Company, and on rare occasions ap¬ peared on the drill field, snapping his fingers and making remarks calculated to bring results, but very painful to the refined. To us it was a serious matter at the time; but since the war is over, and the privations and hardships of army life almost a thing of the past, we can now look back and consider our gratified military yearnings in a cold and cynical way. The majority of us enlisted under a misconception, and our proud, haughty, freedom-loving spirits soon chafed under the toils and limitations of a soldier’s life. Things did not concur with our previously conceived notions of a military career. The grease and grime of pots and pans was not considered by some to be much of an inspiration to embryo officers. Touching one’s feet with the tips of the fingers without bending the knees is galling to the pride, and to some a physical impossibility. We had expected to begin at once prancing about behind a band play¬ ing martial strains. We had an idea, too, that when arrayed in uniform we would be dreams of martial splendour, and that all the beautiful co-eds would strew flowers in our pathway. This, however, was not true; when finally arrayed in uniform we were in a true sense one of the horrors of war, and all the young ladies fled swiftly at our approach. Certain commands, such as “attention” and “double time” we could not enjoy; “at ease” was our favorite, however. There was always some¬ thing restful and soothing about that maneuver which was appealing, !o say the least. From the very beginning, when we entered as raw recruits, until we emerged at the end as battle-scarred veterans, (having fought, bled and died in the meantime) we stood ever ready and willing to shout, curse the Kaiser, and sacrifice our seven-dollars-a-week lives on the altar of freedom — if necessary. Yet, when the armistice was signed, relief seemed to be the universal feeling throughout our midst — perhaps we were fastidious about imbruing our hands in gore; who can say? At any rate imbruing one’s hands in gore IS an untidy habit, and not suited to those with sensitive natures. Perhaps sometime in the future we will again hear our country’s call, and then, like the old war horse at the sound of the bugle, will be tempted to answer with a “nay.” I E D C 5 Q_ L- D D LU wmmm lUBMw mmmm mm% 4 ' ti?� i“ ' , I n SKSttMRH ■ y-y ' O ALL those who during the m past year have been persistent || seekers of publicity, notoriety, etc., we graciously dedicate this - section with the hope that it will make them see the error of their ways. Fair young student: “What pretty little cowlets!” M ' r. Christy: “Those aren’t cowlets, those are bullets.” Why is the “Orient” like a girl? Because every fellow should have his own and not borrow the other fellow’s. Mrs. Nay: “Well, how many ads today?” Mr. Martin: “I got two orders in one place.” Mrs. Nay: “Good! what were they?” Mr. Martin: “One was to get out, and the other was to stay out. ” George Harding, translating in French I: “Immediately Capi encircled the waist of Dolce with his two feet and they began to dance.” We don’t believe George knows as much about good dancing as he pre¬ tends. Seen at the Movies Scene I. A villain, girl, dog, and a river. Villain throws girl in river. Dog jumps in and drinks it up. Saves girl’s life. Scene II. Villain sees girl saved. Tries to kill dog. Dog coughs up river and drowns villain. He: “Well, when my grandfather re¬ signed his position as cashier of a country bank they traced him as far as China, but he got away.” r- THE BEST OF EVERYTHING New York Cafe 120-122 East Jackson Street FOR LADIES AND GENTLEMEN MEALS 25 CENTS SHORT ORDERS at all hours —.� Where do you have your Garments Cleaned and Pressed? 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Harding (translating): “The boy flees.” Miss Schlater: “You should use the per¬ fect tense.” G. W. H.: “The boy has fleas.” It isn’t the original cost, it’s the upkeep — loose-leaf note books for Prof. Lynch. Student (just arriving) to porter: “Will you take care of my baggage, dog, et cet¬ era ?” Porter: “Will Et Cetera bite?” The world is so empty of crams and exams, I’m sure we should all be as happy as clams. Student Headquarters FOR BOOKS, NOTE BOOKS, ] PAPER, ETC. PHOTO SUPPLIES Printing and Developing STATIONERY FOUNTAIN PENS DRUGS, SODAS, CIGARS | For Your Convenience CHECKS CASHED | FREE TELEPHONE POSTAGE STAMPS i College Pharmacy i A A H Hi vL X r ' S — r -� X A J J A -h. J i I 1 : | CLAYTON W. THROOP DENTIST 409 JOHNSON BLK. MUNC1E, IND. 1 Compliments of Merchants National Bank and Merchants Trust Savings Co. 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Stanley: “Hello, Freshie, got all the hay¬ seeds out of your hair yet. ' ' Lennington: “I guess not; I see the calves are still following me around.” Found (in Harold Brubaker’s book): “To prove that my girl loves me:” Theorem: My girl loves me. Proof: I. I love my girl; therefore, I am a lover. II. All the world loves a lover. III. My girl is all the world to me. IV. Therefore, my girl loves me. Q. E. D. There has been a base Insinuation on the part of some Who are not fit to judge that Our Faculty lacks Hair. It does not. We have Seen other Faculties and we hasten To assure you that, while it is Not very evenly distributed, yet We know That our Faculty displays more Cubic kilometers of filamentary Excrescence if laid end to end Than any other Faculty in A ten-mile radius. No, In point of hair, and doubtless In general scenic beauty, our Faculty stands alone, except When they are altogether, which Is a different thing. A student entering room Tor examina¬ tion was overheard softly saying, “O Lord of hosts, be with us yet, lest we forget, lest we forget.” Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, As he stubbed his toe against the bed, “ I x - ? 1 1 _ ? ? _ _ _ 1 1 ? ?” Cummings: “Would you like to have a pet monkey?” She: “Oh, dear, this is so sudden!” Mr. Baxter: “I wonder why all the girls smile at me.” Miiss Simmons: “I guess it’s because they’re too polite to laugh out loud.” D. P. Campbell Bro. THE DRUGGISTS 420 South Walnut Street Muncie, Indiana Dr. Arthur D. Kemper Physician and Surgeon PHONE 38 112 West Adams Street !- A LIVE BANK FOR A LIVE SCHOOL WE WILL WELCOME THE FACULTY AND STUDENTS OF THE STATE NORMAL UNION NATIONAL BANK SOUTHWEST CORNER WALNUT AND JACKSON Muncie, Indiana 1875-1919 HIGH CLASS TAILORING CLEANING AND PRESSING PRICES RIGHT W. F. MAGGS PHONE 352 108 W. ADAMS ST. 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Williams: “Well, really, I shouldn’t mind if you kept off of them part of the time.” Mr. Christy contributes this thought: “This I’ve found out beyond a doubt: A house without a woman in it Is just a nest without a linnet — It turns to lumber in a minute.” Rose Murphy (in glee club): “Oh, Miiss Jennings, won’t you please start again ‘where love began for me?’” Theorem: A Freshman is an affliction. Proof: A Freshman is new. New means not old. Not old means not stale. Not stale means fresh. Fresh means smart. Smart is pain. Pain is an affliction. Therefore a Freshman is an affliction. -Q. E. D. A. Lennington: “This is a fine cigar you gave me.” George H. “Gosh, I bet I gave you the wrong one.” I | ! MICHAEL’S | ! Drug Stores i I ALL OVER TOWN” I t ! BETTER SERVICE” Have a good time at our Soda Fountains SAFETY AND FOUR PER CENT INTEREST on Certificates and Savings Accounts at the Peoples Trust Co. 109-113 S. 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Baxter (after three-fourths of class- hour has passed): “Well, -we must stop talking and get to work.” M ' iss Armstrong: “Pardon me, but you know voices carry wonderfully in this toom.” l ' M k H 4 Miss Simmons: “Have you paid your li¬ brary fee?” -I 4 sk ?J Mr. Rhoads: “Well, now!” Morris Stanley: “I am going to have my pictures taken soon. I hope they will do me justice.” Glen Chenoweth: “I hope so too — jus¬ tice tempered with mercy.” Opal Wilhelm informs us that she has learned in domestic science that if she cooks a custard too long it all turns to water and will not cuss again. A smile is the same in all languages. Seniors were born for great things, Juniors were born for small; But it is not recorded Why Freshmen were born at all. M ' iss Pavey: “Mr. Fortney, compare ‘cold.’ ” Plarry Fortney: “Cold, cough, coffin.” Chas. D. Terhune | Baker and Confectioner Wholesale and Retail Ice Cream TELEPHONE 329 219 South Walnut St. KODAKS 1 I WE ! SHOW i YOU ! 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