Westfield State University - Tekoa Yearbook (Westfield, MA)

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with the three of them, then decided it was time to be returning to solid ground. I took off on an Octopus express and arrived in Westfield at two o ' clock. Wondering if the Normal School had changed during the last twenty years, I hurried there. My curiosity as to who the professors were made me look into the different rooms I had known so well. Sitting in Miss Tobey ' s room was Catherine Donahue, assigning ponderous lines for expression. As I looked into the newly- constructed gym, a familiar figure was teaching the Mauchy Hop, Kay Foley in a familiar setting. In Miss Pratt ' s place I saw Janey Brennan tending books and retaining two of her old characteristics, winsomeness and sportsmanship. Going next to the Training School, I found Irene Hoff, famous psychiatrist, was visiting the school to make a study of Why Children Forget Easily. Evalena Taber, successor to Mrs. Winslow, greeted me and took me to the different rooms. Evalena asked me if I knew that Lib Pattison had gone to teach in Panama. Lib had a very perplexing problem to solve in How to heal the great Culebra Cut. After classes were over, Kay, Catherine, Ev, Irene, Janey, and I gathered in a corner of the new social room, which was lavishly furnished with the new modern- istic furniture. Together we reviewed the lives of our classmates. I found many were prominent in the world of affairs. Vera Pillsbury is holding the coveted position of World treasurer. Helen Labrovitz has added another Helen to the famous court of tennis Helens in winning the World ' s championship. The stage and talkies have found valuable assets in Gem Morgan, a second Winnie Lightner, and Liz McDonald, a popular successor to the antics of Joe Brown. Dot Miller, also an actress, has confined herself to the drama. Ariel Saunders ' poetic works move deeply. She is poet laureate of the Earth. Betty Sullivan has shown her executive ability in organizing and directing the Sullivan School for Physical Education. The Fine Arts have claimed Marian Pomeroy as an unsurpassable sculptress. Her latest production, Essence of Happiness, for which our own Doris Corcoran posed, has received the applause of the art critics. Adele Cone is named successor to Socrates because of her deep philosophical propounding which endeavors to uplift the ideals of youth. The Nobel Prize has become a most coveted reward. 1951 sees the winner of the Literature award, Martha Clark, because of her book How to Differentiate Delightfully ; Radio vision has highly applauded the mission work of Marion Childs. The little Chinese children listen in wonderment as Marion, in her own inimitable way, tells them stories. Two of my classmates decided that marriage was a worth-while institution. Gwen Hanbury still feels that married life yields many an interesting problem. Janice Kerr has forsaken a career in opera because she has found the missing link to make life complete. A jingle of keys made us turn quickly. Coming out of a closet at the far end of the room was the queerest contraption I had ever seen. The girls explained that this was the mechanical janitor. Seeing the keys gave us the hint that it was time to be moving along. Bidding the girls good-bye, I was just in time to catch the Flashavite back to New York City. The delightful events of the past hours raced through my mind as I lulled back in my seat — thoughts that would bring pleasant memories each time I peeked into my Memory Album. FINIS Scribe, Jane Brennan Prophets ? VALENA Taber Adele M. Cone 31

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CLASS PROPHECY What could be so rare as a day in June with the world before you? What to do on this holiday was the next decision to make. Suddenly I felt an urge to renew my acquaintance with my old classmates of twenty years ago. Pressing a button, I had my Harveris canopus whiz around to my front door. This was a 1948 commercialized model, meteoritic, brake-equipped, guaranteed to travel toward Zenith or Nadir at the sizzling speed of thirty miles per second. I jumped into my asbestos suit and careened recklessly toward Celestial Avenue. Suddenly a crash made me throw the anchor into the air. Going astern to see what had happened, I saw that a similar sky-craft, piloted by Marian Agan, had crashed into the end of my craft. I found she was using pressure to sell tickets for the inter-planet game of sky-polo. When I learned that many of my former classmates would be present at this contest, I purchased a ticket. As I neared the scene of action, an air-traffic officer giggled a tri-treble note at me, which I learned much to my dismay meant: Go ahead! It was none other than Jo Balick, who, at last, had commercialized her giggle: Treble 1 — To left; Treble 2— To right; Treble 3— Ahead. I found a parking place and anchored, only to have a two-dollar fee collected by Eddie Johnson, who had lost none of her adeptness in collecting money. Stretching before me was the eight-mile playing area, which was roped off. The speedy milk-white Pegasuses ridden by the Crean All Stars were in line ready to battle the Kuczynski Crack Xavierites who were riding coal-black Pegasuses. These fine winged steeds were the handsome products of Florence Smith ' s stables on the planet Xavier. Training my linescope on the players, I felt a thrill of pride, for I recognized on both teams several of the Westfield Normal School stars. Let me see. There was Lydia Kasewurm, beside her Florence Lownds and Connie Mitchell ; on the other team Jean Provost and Rose Ominsky , as speedy as ever. A blare of trumpets drew my attention to a draped stand at the farther end of the field. It seemed that the new inter-planet Pharix, Ruth Thompson, was arriving. Her recent marriage to the Pharaoh of the Bayon-ette Realm had en- titled her to this high rank. Kay Werner, a page, volunteered this bit of news. Since the air polo was to continue for a week, I waited to see only the first breathless quarter, and then off I whizzed. As I piloted old Harveris canopus back into space, I realized that the collision had harmed the engine, for she was unmanageable. Within a few seconds I found I could no longer steer and down- ward she plunged and with a splash entered the great Aquatic Regions. I thanked the gods that service had perfected modes of travel beneath the sea. As I was passing an oceanic elevator, a hand was placed on my shoulder. Turn- ing I saw Ruth Field beckoning me into the elevator which she piloted. She told me that I must not fail to stop one and a half miles down to see the Lorelei dancing chorus. This I did and was amazed to see before me, arrayed as stunning sirens, our own Ellen Shea, Jean Valentine, Clarice McGowan, and Mary Linehan. A solo sung by Esther Bartlett told me that Esther had still retained the charming quality of her voice. A clear bird-like trill made me look toward the right, and there on a rock sat Rose Mihalek, whistling. The Volatile Vigoroso, under the capable leadership of Bessie Smith, was snappy music. Peg Hayes was play- ing the first Glissando and Ethel Olesak was blo wing on the watercress wheezer. Tearing myself away from the joyous scene, I wandered on. My attention was caught by a building, which I found to be a school. Imagine my surprise when, peeking in, I saw that two of the teachers were my old classmates, Al Kingsley and Vim Mallory. As I was about to enter, I met Grace Knox coming out the door. She explained that she was school nurse for the Aquatic District. I had tea 30

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SENIOR CLASS But three short years ago a group of about sixty girls entered the portals of Westfield Normal School fired with the ambition to become school teachers. As days and weeks mounted into months, this group felt its way along and soon began working smoothly. Our first big and outstanding step taken was to elect class officers. Those elected were Agnes Glynn, president; Anne Gluskin, vice- president; Ariel Saunders, treasurer; and Hazel Agambar, secretary. The first social event sponsored by us took place in June, at the annual Freshman Sport Hop. Carrying out the idea of the name, tennis rackets, golf clubs, banners, and balloons appeared in profusion throughout the hall. This gala event, like all others, soon passed and we left these halls ringing with our shouts and laughter, followed by the strains of Home, Sweet Home. September, 1929, loomed clearly and we were together once more as Juniors, an extremely different group from that of the previous year, and we were the upper- classmen. As usual, elections were the first matter to be considered. Catherine Donahue took the helm as president; Olive Rhoades, vice-president; Vera Pills- bury, treasurer; and Jean Valentine, secretary. Throughout the year we planned for bridges. These for the most part were successful and they were enjoyed. In February we made our first big debut, that of the Junior Promenade. Since the winter was here in good shape, icicles and glittering snow played their part in our decorations. Thus once more passed our largest activity of the year. All too soon came September, 1930. Here we were once more, back with our old friends and eager to embark on our last great voyage at Normal School. With Ellen Shea to guide as president, Ruth Field as vice-president, Jean Valentine as secre- tary, and Jeanie Provost as treasurer, we planned a most noble year. In January we had our big dance of the year, the Inter-Class Promenade. Who could help but be gay mid that host of blue crepe paper bespecked with silver stars of all sizes? Thus we had passed another milestone in our notorious career as students here. Lo and behold! Class Day was at hand. Then came the dawn and gra duation with it. We can ' t say good-bye to you all, merely au revoir, for we ' ll always be with you in our dreams. Hence, the first three-year-course class from Westfield Normal School was granted the diploma signifying Go thou and seek what Dame Fortune has in store for you. CLASS OFFICERS FRESHMEN JUNIORS President Marjorie Fleming President Anne Donald Vice-President Eileen Mahan Vice-President Gertrude Cady Secretary Marion Lynch Secretary Martha Hawley Treasurer Margaret Mitchell Treasurer Etta Hadley seniors President Ellen Shea Vice-President Ruth Field Secretary Jean Valentine Treasurer Jeanie Provost 32