Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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26 NORMAL OFFERING Hail to Normal! hail to Normal! Safe for aye in mem'ry's shrine, Hail to Normal! dear old Normal! Praise and love be ever thine. Thence they proceeded to Woodward Hall Where, forming a horseshoe, they planted the ivy and then gave the spade into the keeping of the next class. The last farewell was sung. The grad- uates stood still for a moment, and then they parted-hopeful, expectant and eager to do not only their bit but their all, C. W., '17. l l

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NORMAL OFFERING 25 ment of a pleasing personality which he deiined as gratitude and appreciation of joy in life. He spoke of the world struggle and said that the greatest problem of a republican government is edu- cation and the teachers are the leaders in this glorious work. After the singing of Estudiantina by the Glee Club Mrs. Ella Lyman Cabot of the Board of Education spoke briefly and presented diplomas to one hundred and seventy-one graduates. The old halls rang with the singing of America and the exer- cises of the morning were over. H. A. G. '17. Tlhe Jing illilarrh. ND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days. It was on such a day that the graduates of Bridgewater Nor- mal listened for the call of the bugle. Suddenly it was heard. Slowly, beneath the arch of oaken boughs they passed. What thoughts were in their minds? They seemed happy, yet sad. Ah! they were leaving their Alma Mater, prepared to take their places in the world. Steadily this seemingly endless procession, in un- broken file moved down to the campus. There as if they could no longer restrain their feeling they, of one accord, began the sweet refrain:

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. NORMAL OFFERING Ellrnm 5.311 - 111.151, Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the life we live at Normal dear. How we rise at six UD, and eat at seven, But Sunday morn 'tis just like heaven, For breakfast hour is then at eight And even then we are often late. Then back from breakfast to make our beds, And cram a few lessons into our heads. Over to chapel at nine o'clock With kit and bag and box of rock. To reading we go so meek and mild To dramatize as Indians wild. Then a hustle and bustle to change our shoes There isn't a minute for us to lose. Out-turning of palms and In-turning of toes You have to have balance or fall on your nose. The bell rings for Hbugj' a clam for to-day, The realm of the mollusk is holding full sway. Then over to lunch to stand in the cold Until the large portals are made to unfold. Then back to our classes with many a sigh As the time for music is now drawing nigh. Slips and rote songs, composers galore, We often wish we could fall thru the floor. Then down to methods with the f and the g How we wish we could tell just what it should be. When school is over we rush to the dorm, Pull out our purses-take Casey's by storm. A Normal Delight or a mix-up 'twill be Of candy or peanuts-whatever we see. Again to our dinner we hasten to go, And walk up the fire escape, slow, very slow. At last comes the mail, what a jam there will be, But 'tis well worth the wait if we get two or three. And now for the Red Cross we work with a vim For we work for our boys and we'll help them to win. And now comes the quiet hour, sad to relate, For many a Junior has gone to her fate. For Woodward has made laws both strong and severe, Which they will enforce without any fear. And now comes the Light Blink -the end of our day Lights Out is the by-word, the proctors all say. -7