Westfield State University - Tekoa Yearbook (Westfield, MA)

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If WESTFIELD NOIUIAL. 190.0 that she is never lacking a large and appreciative audience of children. Pearl Smith had become a manufacturer of dyes and was herself the chief werkman in the house and though she had taken a trip to England. and an earl there had tried to establish her in that country, his efforts were futile, for Pearl loved this side of the water too much and came back for good to her dye- ing and her fIyrrs. Tryphena Bickfcrd had become a dealer in fraternity pins, and now mine could believe that she had all the forms and makes she spoke of. She had also since her school days written a book which rivalled that of Paul Leicester Ford's 'Wkianted a Chap- erone as 'l'ryphena's had the title, 'tThe Chaperone lflimi- natedf' It is needless-to say that the book won great favor with the younger set. But. oh! horrors! we gasped when we found that Anna May Stockwell was still at NYesttield Normal. Then 1 asked, 'WVhat has she been doing there all this time, and the old man replied that when she left the '09 Class she went abroad, being so greatly inspired by what one of our kind teachers was always requesting us to see if we should get the opportunity to go abroad that she could not resist, and spent the rest of her money in travel, with the exception of the sum that was to give the finishing touches to her course. Anna was always slow, but she got there just the same. Last, but not least, came the story of our class president, Stella. Vitty, better known as Mandy. NVe all knew that after graduation Stella' went to Englewood, N. J., to teach, but we did not know that she had gone there for the express purpose of tak- ing lessons in Normal training in New York, so that in a few months she might become instructor in that line at Dartmouth. But the trustees of the college did not allow her to remain very long in this pleasing position, for Stella did nothing but Nick everything with which she came in contact, and finally the place had become quite degenerated and all classes were forsaken but that of manual training. Poor Stella! She was obliged to leave, and in sorrow went out to Kalamazoo, Mich., where .she became the HSf!I:'l'H matron of an old maids' home, where never a word of sarcasm was to he heard. and where Stella reigned supreme.

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1.909 WESTFIELD NORJIAL. 13 Louise Bush had gone to Porto Rico for the purpose of teaching, but the life' and customs were too slow for her, Cas she was, as everyone knows, accustomed to swift actions,D so she be- came an auctioneer in a second-hand bookstore, where her quick speech and knowledge of books were important factors in bring- ing about her quick success. But Mary Cronin was a basket weaver. Think of it! First she wanted to become a. music teacher, then she took a course to become a school teacher, and she was now at the North Pole weav- ing ffpeaeh baskets to protect the natives' heads from the ex- treme heat. Even at school, Mary showed her love for weaving When' she exclaimed, If baskets are made in heaven. I refuse to go there, but evidently she was not looking forward to a very warm future, when she sought to acclimate herself to the North Pole where the fashions and seasons had preceded her. Olive Starkweather and Eva Moynihan had started a teach- ers' agency for the purpose of aiding the graduates of XVesttield Normal. They would accept other graduates but paid special at- tention to our girls and now many of them are dispersed through- out Becket. Chester, Feeding Hills, Tatam and NVoronoeo. thus sending throughout the universe the broad methods of teaching in which they excelled. Contrary to all our expectations, Ruth Taylor, having be- come so interested in mathematics while at NVesttield Xormal School was devoting her entire life to geometry, and had sue- ceeded in giving to the public another new proof for the theorem of Pathogoras. Her demonstration was so si111ple that it imme- diately displaced all those which heretofore had been used. The foundation for her proof as all must be interested to know-lay in the word Guess Dora Powers who was always ready to lend a helping hand whenever she could. had kept up the good work after putting school duties aside by forming a club known as the Helpers wherein information on every conceivable subject was easily and quickly obtained. There is no need to say that the fame of the club spread with great rapidity and finally embraced the whole nation. Miss Alice Johnston had founded an orphan asylum where she could tell stories to her heart content. and it must follow

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1.909 WES TF I E L D .Y 0 18.11,-1 L. 1:7 Then the old man ninety years of age. with a beard way down to here, said, I think that is all there were in the class: of course these arc all you care to hear about. He wa.s pretty weak as we had been standing during' the recital but our enthu- e P siasm over-balanced our fatigue, so we did not feel any Hill ef- fects. I then asked him what we might do in return for his kindness and to show our great appreciation. He exclaimed. '4Sing! young' ladies. sing I It is ages since I heard music from a human voice, and that is the cnly recompense I shall accept for my servicesfl IN'e seemed to realize controversy would be useless as with open eyes and vacant expressions we looked at each other and exclaimed, sing! Then Helen breathlessly whispered. for Petals sake Margaret what will we sing. Dreamily I added. The Seven Time Prilzciplcs''-''11.s.sociut1'm1 and sugges- tion, working together so powerfully I could not bring reu- souw or Htlzouglziw' to my assistance. Taking my stage whisper as an inspiration Helen began with a full, round quarter note do and faintly I joined her in the rest. XVe had finished but as the last echo died out in Gillett's woods we saw the old man totter and fall, looking tragic and trying to tell us he was dy- ing. XVe then sent for Alice NN'hitney as she could and would un- tertake anything and she disposed of the body. promising se- crecy. NVe never dared to tell it until today we give up the se- cret as we find ourselves among our friends and the breath of their divine protection hovering over us. Somewhere in the dis- tance methinks I hear Alice say, 'CI went to Westfield Normal School. No! I know she won 't tell. And let us today bury our secret for life eternally. Amen! HELEN T. How.xRD, IXIARGARET I. LEAHY.