Albion State Normal School - Sage Yearbook (Albion, ID)

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isupular Superstitiuns What a queer and foolish thing it seems when We see our co-workers and friends refrain and Sven deny themselves many things because they believe in the insupportable belief of others. On the other hand we again see ourselves smiling, pro- bably behind our sleeves, at some people who have been fortunate, Cas they thinkl thru some good work of superstitious. I Superstition is said to be the excessive rever- ence for, or fear of, that which is unknown or mys- terious. Superstitions have begun far back in past history. The ancient Greeks and Romans feared their gods whenever they misbehaved. Certainly, this is a good example of superstitious. But do these people live in the same fear now? No, they have outgrown. . The ancient Celts believed and had faith in the Unknown, in this case God. Their ordeals, the System of punishment, required a pure faith and trust in God to pronounce the criminal guilty or Ullguilty. After the rise of Christianity and thro, the medium of the Reformation and Renaissance these ancient and peculiar beliefs were abandoned. There are many popular superstitious of today. many of which are not common to all. Almost QYGTY community has several which are totally different from the neighboring one. However, there are some which are common to almost every 0I1e,.as for instance, If you put anything on wrong Slde out and leaving it on, good luck will result. Breaking a looking glass will bring bad' luck, for Seven years, killing a frog will bring ram. ' . Probably those not quite so common will be more Interesting. ,Since we- are indulging in supersti- tlons just for amusement none of these need to be taken in earnest. , When I was a little girl I found that supersti- ii0ns could not be too foolish for the Catholics to believe. A queer, old lady used to tell me that if ,l would fast all day on the 24th of December J would that night see small, golden pigs crawling on the ceiling. NVhat a pity superstitious ever exist! After I. told my neighbors about it we used to waste our energy trying to study out how all this could happen. I-flow often then we would wish we could only leave the food alone for that day and be rewarded at night by that wonderful vision. l. might also cite an instance where superstitious were of some value. Once a girl had short, thin hair. No amount of cutting would do it any good. Finally another old lady suggested that this girl should trim her hair off every month at the time of the new moon. Rhoda formed a habit and for almost a year she waited patiently for the new moon. By that time her hair had become beauti- ful. flt was thick a11d long and where she had once worn small, attenuated pig-tails, she now wore her hair braided and encircling her head sev- eral times. Undoubtedly she thought the new moon was the cause oi the rapid growth. How- ever, we came to the conclusion that it was not the moon but the regular cuttings. Of course the new moon was and is as regular as anything else but many other 1'egular occurences could have been substituted for it. Thus it is seen that superstitious may or may not bring about that which is said that they would. Time is only needed to prove that foolishness of them. Once upon a time we were firm believers in witchcraft, but that has now been completely wiped out. And. so, today, the various scientific proofs and teachings are bringing to light the absurdity of other beliefs. Soon we will be able to find that all. we believe will be pure and sound truth and nothing but the truth.

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1Lit21farp IEQBSIJ BREED TEIJ2 Baum anti Q9ut Qliluh By Rose Turner Should you ask us whence these storie Whence these jokes and memories, With the odor of the fudges With the gay and girlish laughter, With the running thru the long halls With the echo of quick foot-steps, 'With the frequent repetition And their Wild glad jubilee, We should answer, We should tell you From the North Wing, from the North wing, From tl1e great and famous North Wing, From the land of 'Down and Outs! From the land that now We live in, From the rooms and halls and Windows Where we live and mourn together Over many broken hearts. We repeat them as we heard them, From our daily life among them, From the lips of happy girlies, From the songs of merry singers, Ye who love the 'upper North Wing, Love tl1e mirth of that great hall, Love the sunshine of the gay ones And the smiling 'Down and Outs,' Love the days you spent at Normal And your friends of Normal, days, Love to hear of fun and struggle: Listen ye to these old stories Of the life of 'Down and Outsl' Ye who love our dear old Normal Love the legends of her students: Which like laughter from afar Speaks in tones so gay and merry That the years roll back as one, Listen to this mixed up story, To the history of our tribe! Ye whose hearts are large and yearning With a steady now in viewg You have made a splendid catching: Greater than our expectations. Listen to our awful wailing! We have lost a mighty member. O, ye maidens of our Prep school, O. ye ones Who've yet to come, Hearken now unto our story+- To the memories of our club! Ye who think that you 're not in ity And ye strugglers with your paint. Take a lesson from our efforts, For your time is soon to come. Ye Whose hearts are fresh and simple, Wl'1o have lately come to Normal, Read this true, but heartless story Of your beauless predecessors.

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Zlaunchp Mit By Hillarcl K. Cooper One day late in the fall, a small hunchback boy was walking along the street shivering in the cold wind. He was just wondering where he was go- ing to get his supper when a man drove up in a buggy, jumped out and throwing the lines to Tim, said Here kid, hold my horse 'til I come back. Tim gladly stepped forward to take hold of the lines and the man went inside the large building just in front of them. Tim wrapped the lines around his arm and put his hands in his pocket to warm them. He stood there about fifteen minutes when the man came out. He dropped something in the boy's hand and jumping in the buggy rode quickly away. The loy moved over in the light to see what the man had given him and, there to his great surprise, he saw in his hand two bright dimes. This was more than he had ever had at one time before in his life. He soliquized thus: I bet I have a swell sup- per to night, I can buy a cupof hot coffee, a plate of baked. beans and some biscuits and still have ten cents left for tomorrow. I tell you that 'er man what give this money was a dandy. He started towards the restaurant and had got about half way when he saw two little boys, smal- ler than himself. They were very thinly clad and were very cold. They looked at him appealingly and he walked up to them and said. Cold? 'Betcher life . was the answer that came from between the chattering teeth of the larger of the two. Hungry? asked Tim. U 'Betcher life answered the spoksman of the other two. What's yer name? Mine 's Tim Mulligon, volunteered Tim. The boys call me Brick Top and him Speckledn answered the larger boy again. Well, said Tim, I'm not rich but I suppose l Kin put up a lunch for three ter-night. I have twenty cents and that will buy quite a lunch. Shall we do? 'fWell l should say so, cried both boys in unison. Tim went into the restaurant and in a short time came out with some things under his arm and called: Foller me an' 'llll take ye to a place Wl191'6 we can eat this and be comfortablef' He led the way to an old deserted lumber shack about twelve by twelve feet and there spread the things on a box for them to, eat. In a short time they had eaten all of the food and nothing' remained but the things the lunch had been calmed i11. Tim then turned to the others and said, I guess there is room for three under those blankets. They crept under and were soon asleep. But there was not enough blanket for three and about eleven o 'clock Tim awoke and found that he was very cold. He began to think he was going to die and he wanted to, so he thought he would pray. Did he know God? Yes, for there was once a kind lady who told him ofthe Almighty God who loves all poor little boys without homes, food or clothing, Tim raised on l1is knees, clasped his hands and there-- Dear God, if there is any place in Heaven for a poor hunchy like me, I would like to go. Please take me. Amen. Then he lay down again and some how he felt Wa1'1ner. Then he passed into that delicious sleep from which there is no awakening and poor little I-lunchy Tim had found a home at last, a home where he would know no more of hunger and and where all would be bright and happy.