Slippery Rock University - Saxigena Yearbook (Slippery Rock, PA)

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Min Ruth Smith MUs Mittrotto Dr. E. Hrjrd Min L. Griffin Min H. Grubb Mr . D. Billinif'lcy Min M. Gruvrr Min M. L. Fi.hn Dr. L. H. Waittnhoru Mr . R. R. MacDonald Mr . D. Billing.Icy Dr. H. Book Mi» E. Corncliu. Dr. I.. H. Watcmhorn Mr. R. Marlin Mr. W. Hr . Mr. C. Halt Mi . N. Pardor Mr. A. T. Glutton Mr . R. Rrrd Mr. J. Francr Dr. W. Elder Mi.. K. Walker Mi.. L. Harnrr Mr . F. Preifoll Dr. H. Book Mi . L. Griffin Laboratory School The teachers in our laboratory school have a double duty: that of teaching elementary and high school students, and that of acting as supervisors of student teachers from the College. I hey are teaching in the most extensive training school in Pennsylvania, for it begins with a kindergarten and runs through the twelfth grade. The Laboratory School program is under the leadership oi Dr. Herbert Book, Principal of the High School, and Dr. Wagenhorst, Supervisor. We, the college students, are grateful for the untiring effort of the Laboratory School teachers in helping to create the proper background for our future as teachers. 26

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Mrs. Irene Watson Mrs. George Booze! Miss E. Griffin Mr. C. McCIymonds Mr. J. E. Glaspcy Mr. F. H. Bauer Mr. Richard Flack Working hand in hand to keep Slippery Rock’s finances in ''tip-top” shape arc the members of the bursar’s staff. Mr. Bauer, our jovial bursar, heads this busy group that includes “Rene” in the bookstore, Mrs. Boozel, typist deluxe, and accountant. Mr. McCIymonds. Rounding out the Old Main crew” arc Mr. Glaspey, in charge of keeping the campus nice ’n neat; Mr. Flack, everybody's pal and keeper of the station wagon; Miss Elvirda Griffin; and Mr. Gallagher. Man in the hall

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Where are they now. the friends who left our midst to search for better things? Where arc the hopes and dreams that filled their hearts with eagerness and joy? They’ve gone ahead to open wider paths than even they may once have visioned, And in their place come new thoughts, new goals, new life. For time revolves in a never-ending orbit. An infinity of whirling deeds and acts Crowned with success or failure or mediocrity— Which is the worst of all endings to a truly ambitious being. But in the bewildering speed of things no one is ever yet completely lost, For some part of him remains to guide his hopeful followers. Perhaps some word, some ideal, some creed— A gift so small, yet magnified by its own greatness. You who are leaving now to spread your knowledge to all mankind. Be not afraid that we shall shun the priceless heritage which you pass on. Rather we accept your offering and give our grateful thanks For the invaluable part of you which will link itself To the eternal chain of what is yet to come. —Lois Bibey