Philadelphia High School for Girls - Milestone Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Senior Reception Ynfortnnately in our hurried American life when forty minutes are an hour. the opportunity seldom comes for teachers to become symphathetic with the pupils outside of school. When, however, it does come it is probably more appreciated and it makes a more lasting impression. It was the rare good fortune of the students of the Normal School to meet their teachers in a reception given by the Faculty to the parents and pupils, on Friday evening of May thirteenth. Everything passed oii beautifully, with not one blemish to mar the pleasautest evening. XVithout, the skies looked favorably upon the occasion. XVithin, not a thing was lacking to make the guests feel at ease immediately, firmly convinced that they were most heartily welcomed. The corridors were beautifully decorated with palms, while in the separate rooms flower and bud and bush spoke with inaudible voice of the spirit of helpfulness and courage that pervades this dear old school. Every one was received most graciously by the Faculty who manifested their kindliest interest in the desire to know the girls and their parents. After meeting our honored Principal, Dr. Willard, who had a cheery word for everyone, our parents realized why every girl gathers inspiration from his unselfish manly heart. An hour or two was spent in the most delightful company, and then the guests departed, feeling that there certainly was a message for every one. No girl left without renewed hope and inspiration and a fearlessness to do her best since her 6111116381 endeavor and effort were recognized.

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CHAPTER VII. Moreover, in the Senior Year the maidens must needs prove that teaching is an art as well as a science. Then they consulted each of them, carefully with the teacher, two days before her lesson 3 and wnh fear and trembling they stepped before the class, so that the lesson which , ,.,, 4 Y I f fe? Q 1 MQ! .. ,- who 17-117 not dished jar such? A had consumed six hours of preparation was in twenty minutes brought to its conclusion. Then they discov- ered the curiosity and wonder of the Young Intellect. For many a question was asked forsooth, which none of 1 the maidens could answer. Now on the days on which I they taught they were wont to meet their Leader, Dr. Willard. To this period they looked eagerly for- ward, for not only did they receive much good advice I9 and counsel, hut each time that they were with him they were strengthened, learning the more to admire, respect and honor him. Then on the next day, after her lesson, each maiden betook herself to the room below, and verily and in good sooth it seemed like unto the torture-chamber. The unknowing called this place the ' ' Employment Agency, for there they sat in long lines patiently waiting their turns. At length, with a smile, the Critic would speak, thus in fair wise address- ing the maiden : Maiden, now indeed thy lessons might have been of value to the children if thou hadst used more force, spoken more clearly, made a more concise outline and given more careful thought and preparation to thy work. Then, with bowed head, she took her departure, saying to herself, And verily, I am to become a teacher. THE Coivctusion. And now to-day have we once more assembled our- selves together, no longer in ten bands, but one united company. Two years have we worked together. years that have been given unto us not only to gain knowledge but to learn to understand each tl1e other, and to value our teachers and Principal. And verily now with sad hearts do we sing to-day, Dear Normal School, dear Normal School, XVe now must say farewell l

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