Westfield State University - Tekoa Yearbook (Westfield, MA)

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STELLA A. VITTY ESTHER L. DALRYMPLE Prcsirlvni Vivo-President TRYPHENA BICKFORD ANNE HALFPENNY Secretary Treasurer

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190.9 WESTFIELD NORMAL. Ginza nf IHHH L wvattivlh Nnrmal Srhnnl Glnnunenrrmrnt Exrrriavu CLASS BANQUET. Thursday. June 17. 1909, Park Square Hdfel. . F.xCI'LTY TEA. SENIOR RECEPTION. Saturday 9V6I11l1Q', June 19. 1909. LXSSSIIIIJIY Hall SVNDAY VESPERS. June 20. 1909. IXSSPIIIITIX Hali. CLASS PICNIQ. Monday. June 21. 1909. CLASS NIGHT. Mcnday c1ve11iuF.2'. June 21. 1909. GR.xDL'.xT10N IVY EXERCISES. 'l'uesday. June 22. 1909. Saturday afternoon. June 19, 1909. Dickinsfm Hall

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190.9 WESTFIELD .Y0li.l1AL. .5 lgrnphrrg nf Gllaaa 19119 Given- Monday, Juno 21, 1909, at the Class Picnic. BY IIELEN T. HOVSIIXRD, IHARGARET I. LEAHY. VVO poor unfortunates! Chosen as the foretellers of the future of the illustrious Class of 1909. NVhat were we to do U? Mere babes in the gift of prophecy. Wfhat a e vast amount of courage we had, to lay aside a whole Week to haunt Dickinson Hall and to wander about the Campus with a View of probing the veil of mystery shrouding the fu- ture of our classmates. Although this was a mammoth Nl sac- rifice, we felt ourselves amply repaid. One afternoon about five o'clock, the usual hour for all of the girls' constitutionals, Margaret and I were strolling about the Campus, just outside the geology room, when we saw a strange gleam in the grass. It proved to be a queer specimen of a stone which we tried in vain to associate with some of the magnetites, siderites, etc., which we met with in our past geology days. I had hardly picked it up when it began to crumble in my hand and the next moment what should I see in its place, but an old, old man, about ninety years of age, with a beard, way down to here and nowhere. So sudden was this apparition that Margaret sank on the ground and I immediately followed suit, but only to rise again to greet him. VVe had hardly regained our breath before the old man began to murmur in a thin quavering voice, which bespoke his ninety years and more. Pricking up our ears we listened closely and we were able to give our greatest attention to every word he said. because of a two years' training in Mrs. Knight 's classes. The old man informed us that he had been imprisoned in a queer stone, and for many years had been kept by Mr. XYilson as a curiosity. But the latter did not know its true value. and long ago had Cast it out of the window. Many had piel-:ed it up. but