Fairmont State University - Mound Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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0 2L Fairmont State Normal School I will be ready for Sixth Grade duties. The vacation soon passed. T liked the visits to the country and the trips to grandmas, but when September came, 1 was g lad to be among the other boys and girls who were on their way to school. As I entered the school room, 1 hung up my hat, gave Miss Prickett, — who was my teacher, my promotion card, and soon 1 was placed in a comfort- able desk in the rear of the room. After all the pupils were in Miss Prickett began by giving us a talk and aside from all the studies that we had formerly had, we were told that we would have Manual Training under Mr. Stanhagen, and the girls would have sewing, taught bv Miss Hazel Fry. It was our first year in the Special work, and we were delighted with it. This same year the bell on the school house tower ceased to ring, — it had gone out of style, we suppose, but any- how Mr. Buckey, told us that we would be able to come to school on time withi nit a bell. Miss Prickett then gave us all the books which were furnished by the school, and we only had to buy two books for ourselves, and we also had a list of supplies. The first month passed verv quicklv. Arithmetic was the study ! liked best, it seemed to be easy. Miss Prickett seemed to me to be a fine ex- plainer. She makes things so clear. Most every night we have a little home- wi irk. About Christmas time we had a program which was successfully ren- dered. bont a month after Christmas we organized a Literary Society and elected a full corp of officers. We were to have recitations, stories, songs, charades, and once we had a class prophecy. On February the eighteenth we had stories about George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. The name of the story I told was A Perfect Tri- bute which is a story about Lincoln. Miss Prickett thought we told the stor- ies so well that it would be nice to have a story telling club. We elected officers and had some fine stories. Many thing ' s happened after this until the last clay if schi i ' i il. Lor our closing clay exercises the fifth and sixth grades went together and had a big program. After our program was over. Miss Prickett gave out our promotion certificates and those who had not missed more than three days were given a certificate of faithful attendance. 1 got a promotion card and a certificate. I had a perfect attendance record, as many ol my classmates did. Then we left the sixth i rade. hut we did not leave our teacher entirely, For we knew =he would teach Seventh Grade Literature. ( Seventh ) Mere I am in Seventh grade a week late, but I feel as though 1 could work all the harder alter my line vacation. Among the forty pupils in the grade this war, 1 ee several new faces, and one is missing who was promoted to eighth Grade. We haven ' 1 accomplished much work- tins month, but tomorrow Miss White will divide the class into A and B sections and our dooms are sealed. Winch Shall It Be? Our Books, as has been the custom for the past two years are mostly all furnished, and nexl year it will be the same. Much to our delight we only have to buv I w i i r three 1 iks.

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O 27 Q Eight Years in the Training School I thought so. After that, all my school mates and myself got our promotion cards and went home with our mothers for another happy vacation. ( Fourth ) And what is your name young man, Miss Clayton asked as I entered the Fourth Grade the following September. was my reply. I didn ' t know whether 1 was going to like this new teacher or not, for she was new in our school. She soon convinced me that she could tell some very fine stories, and this appealed to me very much. After the first few days I decided 1 would like her greatly, and the longer the school was in session. the more T was sure that I was right. The first thing we had was opening Exer- cise, and Miss Clayton read a story to us. We had arithmetic and the third study was language. It seemed only a few minutes until the recess bell rang. We went out and played games for ten minutes. The rest of the morning passed quickly. When I arrived home I was hungry, and very glad to have my din- ner. There were but a few folks in the entire school of about three hundred boys and girls who brought their lunch. There were none in our room, and only about seven in all. Just before I went home one afternoon in Spring, we talked aboutr birds, and one boy said I saw a great big bird yesterday. It was a possum. These Spring days got very warm and I became lazy at times, but I remem- bered that I must word hard if I should be sent to Fifth Grade, so I was in- spired to work hard. Now here comes the last day of school and I have finished my fourth grade work. I had studied hard, and had been obedient during the whole, long year, and as a reward, I am sent to Fifth Grade. All during my vacation, I was wondering how Fifth Grade would seem. Early one bright September morning I skipped along happily to school, for another vacation had passed. Tt made me feel glad, and proud that I was now to be in one of the upper grades. Here thev had departmental work and I was to have three other teach- ers besides Miss Creel, who was my regular teacher. One day in Georgraphv Class, just before Christmas, Miss White asked what is the chief occupation of the people in Europe? scratched his head as tho the answer were hard, and said War . Miss Creel, who has a rich, contralto voice, had charge of the music department. She taught us our Christmas Carols and trained us for our Christmas entertainment. After the Christmas vacation, we all came back- to school well rested, and anxious to renew our studies. Everybody told how- good Santa had been to them. Through the following months we all worked very hard. Sled riding on Fifth street hill was a favorite amusement for us after school. Early in April our class gave a Japanese Entertainment, directed by Miss White. April showers and May flowers soon called our attention to the fact that we must awaken from our Springfever drowsiness and prepare for the closing days of school. The exercises were to be given at the High school, since our own school does not have an auditorium. The Fifth Grade play was an acting out of the story about the Birds of Killingsworth. Everyone in Fifth grade made their promotion to sixth grade that year, except one hoy who moved away. Thus ended my memorable year in fifth Grade of Butcher School, and I begin to feel that it will not be long until ■ z r t

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29 Eight Years in the Training School Cooking was introduced in the school this year for the first time, and the seventh grade girls are the ones who are fortunate enough to have cooking this year, and will have their training under Miss Walker. However we have to go to High School for our class, but we hope to have our own kitchen at the Butcher School another year. With our work well established we were ready to begin the work of a literary society which was organized this afternoon. Twice a month we will have a chance to display our various talents. Weeks and months have passed with the regular routine of work, and Christmas is near at hand and there is a deep snow on the ground. This morn- ing as and myself were walking briskly to school we were hail- ed by two of our classmates with a sled, and you may believe it did not take much coaxing for us to join them. The time passed all too quickly as we glided over the snow, when suddently we remembered we had started to school. The fun was great, the toll, — a tardy mark and one of Miss White ' s looks were greater. This morning we had an enjoyable program, which was in keeping with the spirit of Christmas. Our Yuletide was enjoyed by each and every one. The Social event of the holidays was a party given by one of our class- mates. We had always had a longing for the Butcher School to own an Edison Talking Machine, and imagine our surprise and delight when the principal announced that we were making plans to buy one, and that on Feb. 2-3-4 we would have benefit picture shows and candy sales. Feb. 9 is come and last night the seventh grade girls had charge of the candy sale at the Hig ' h School. It proved to be a grand success. Valentines day is at hand and we enjoyed the usual good things that al- ways come with the little tokens of remembrance. In a contest for The Best Reason Why We Should Own an Edison one of my chums won the honors. The end of school is now at hand and we will all bid our farewell adieus to clear old seventh grade .for not a one failed to be in that triumphal march of promotion. A joint program was given by the seventh and eighth grade which gave us a look into the ways of the Eighth Grade before us, and we know we will look forward to Eighth Grade with pleasant anticipations with Miss Henry as our leader. Remembering all this, we left for our last vacation before we undertook the best year of our school life. (Eighth) Our last vacation is at its end! Here I am back in school the last grade, the last milestone of the free schools and many times do I regret that it is to be the last year in Dear Old Butcher. My First day in the Eighth Grade was somewhat like the first day in the First Grade, because I was so proud that I was in the highest grade in the building. While in the first grade 1 was proud to think that I was big enough to even go to school. I was already slightly acquainted with Miss Henry, my teacher for she had been my History teacher in seventh grade. When I entered the room I was greeted by some new faces. Soon I found out that eighth grade was unusual in many ways. We have twenty five boys and only twelve girls in our room. We have so many more privileges now than we formerly had, although