Kean University - Memorabilia Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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Degree Senior Meditations S the time draws near when we must leave forever the classrooms of this our Alma Mater, we try to think of something to write that will keep us forever in the minds fthe what?l of the under classmen. We try to go serious, but with a copy of Commencement Blues written by a member of last year's class before us, we feel the futility of attempting to equal his standard of beauty and sentiment without getting maudlin, and so turn to a lighter vein. Thoughts of things we should have liked to accomplish fill our minds--such as: l. Asking radio comedienne Mary Livingston to write a little jingle for Betty Hughes,-something like Philadelphia, Oh, Philadelphia. 2. Seeing Mr. Sloan tripping the light fantastic with Mrs. D'Angola. 3. Writing a parody for Did you ever think as the hearse goes by to sing in plaintive tones to superintendents-it might begin: Did you ever feel as jobs pass you by That superintendents are blind in one eye? First they interview you- Then they interview her- 'Til your mind is just a big hazy blur. They promise a job if you get a degree- And hire instead a girl from Tennessee. But lite is like that So what can you do But take it and grin as if you weren't blue? And then our thoughts turn to a contemplation of ideas we have played withe-things that have puzzled us. For instance, we're wondering: l. How it happened that several girls on the verge of matrimony let Bing Heath put it over on them by telling them of his engagement first? 2. lf theatre managers don't have a sense of humor?- For instance this double billing: Women Must Dress The Count of Monte Cristo 3. How interesting material for school publications can be written on the spur of the moment? Cr can't it? 4. W'hy some people let their noses get out of joint because of the fickle- ness of the opposite sex. 5 lf many a bright young man in our highly selected group doesn't need a little polish? 6 Why people don't rank our poem with The Fog by Carl Sandburg? Mother Nature - ls dimpled today The rain tickled her And made her smile all over. 7. Why some letters of recommendation seem to condemn rather than commend? 8. If superintendents will find us more desirable this year-with a degree more schooling in our background? At the rate love affairs are dying out, one might almost say Love is just around the coroner. tContinued on Page SFA a20n THE NORM

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A Message to the Class of '35 N our search for knowledge we have found the long dark Road of Life illumined by the light of many torches. Now the time has come for us to take up our place with those torch-bearers and light the way for all who follow after. 'What a great responsibility and yet what a wonderful privilege it is fo have a partx in molding personalities. We fully realize the great task that lies before us and the fact that so many of us have carried on these three years under great financial difficulties merely proves that we are will- ing and anxious to undertake this task. Some of us will have the oppor- tunity to bear the torch sooner than others, but let us not forget Milton's words They also serve who only stand and wait. William Ernest Henley might have written his Invictus as a word of inspiration for our class: In the fell clutch of circumstance l have not winced nor cried aloud for l am the master of my fate l am the captain of my soul. As the time draws near for us to receive the lighted torches that sym- bolize the achievement of our immediate goal, we feel a pang of regret amid the rejoicing in this attainment. Our three years' stay at Newark Normal has brought with it many wonderful friendships both among the Faculty and the Student Body. It is the associations that necessarily must be broken, which we shall deeply miss. However, by clinging to the ideals for which our school stands we may still be together in spirit. Let us endeavor to be torch-bearers of which our Alma Mater can be truly proud! In so doing we will be able, sincerely and honestly, to sing in the words of our song: We hold aloft thy standard! Thy torch of knowledge, A living flame. CHARLOTTE M. EISELE, Vice-President of Senior Class, 1935. u22n THE NORM