Baptist Missionary Training School - Beacon Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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---- THE BEACON i-- Rocelia: In how many languages can you say 'good-bye', Miss Simpson? You know, it's 'au reuoir' in French, 'adios' in Spanish, 'sionara' in Japanese, and Miss Simpson: Yes, but carbolic acid is 'good-bye' in any language. Doris Lea: Well, I don't cry like a normal person. You'd better be psychoanalyzed. Doris. Setsuko thelping the waitress change coursesj : Now, may I dust the table? Clt must have been Miss Sirnpson's tablelj Sally Con bells, calling third floorj : Miss Fielden--. Miss Fielden rushed madly down three flights of stairs, expecting to find a telephone caller. Sally: Miss Fielden, have you seen Ruby Eaton? Dorothy Hare: Is my hair coming down? Raffaelaz It looks as if it's struggling to stay up. Mae Hunter Cduring thesis timej : Suppose you were in my shoes. What would you do? Thoughtful Room-mate: I'd shine them. Miss Spencer: I like reviews in music lessons about as well as I like reviews in salads. Miss Simpson fserving saladj : I feel as if I were eating my relatives: this has been around so long. Doctor at Life Extension: I-Iave you had any operations? Virginia Cox: No. M. D. Clooking at throatj : Where are your tonsils? V. C.: Oh, I had those out. Louise Jeffers frehearsing for public speakingj : I see a man in India -. M. Newell: I can't even see a man in Chicago. Mr. Paustian: What would you do with a million dollars? Genevieve Phipps Cone of Miss Tuller's struggling piano studentsj: I'd go abroad and study music. CWe suggest her spending it on gum-drops. At least it wouldn't be wasted if she spent it that way.j ' RELIGIOUS LIFE fContinued from page 302 intimate communion with Him. The Saturday night prayer meeting and the Sunday morning devotional service bring strength for the Held work activities for the week end. Let us out by some hour of every day For holy things ! - whether it be when dawn Peers thru the window nane, or when the noon Flames. thru a burnished topaz, in the vault, Or when a thrush pours in the ear of eve Its painted monody: some little hour Wherein to hold rapt converse with the soul. From sordidness and self a sanctuary. Swept by the winnowing of unseen wings, And touched by the White Light Ineffable l - Clinton Scollard. 45

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---- THE BEACON -T-.- HEARD HERE AND HEREAFTER f 'I 1 IN BEACON STAFF MEETING Mae Hunter: Jokes should be collected from now on: each year there is diiliculty in getting enough jokes. Mrs. Osgood: Why, there are enough around here! Florence Tindall, rushing out of telephone booth: Girls, can you get change over the telephone? DEDUCTIVE OR INDUCTIVE REASONING? Miss Tuller Cin dining roomD: 'iWill all those who want tickets to hear Fritz Kreisler please see me immediately after dinner? This will be Friday evening after Thanksgiving. If you go away you won't be here. OVER THE TEACUPS Mrs. Osgood: There isn't much point to that play, is there? Adele Chism: I should say not. It reminds me of 'Henry Shoris Goes to School'. Do you know that one, Mrs. Osgood? Mrs. Osgood Ctaking another lump of sugarj : Yes, I wrote it. Helen Akin: That surely is an up-to-date church. They have a wonderful kindergarten with all the equipment imaginable. They even have smoking rooms! Pearl Vilhauer: Did you know we found dynamite in our library the other day? Alma: No, where? Pearl: In the dictionary. Sally: Is Alfred married? Kathryn: Yes, he is. Sally: Well, he eats breakfast here. Miss Fielden: Well, I eat breakfast here, too. CExplain dat, pliz.j - JUST ANOTHER CHICAGO RACKET Dorothy Hare: What was that racket in the bath room? Bea Parker: I dropped the crash towel. Anna Mize fin field workj : Now, what is patience? Small girl: Sick persons. Dr. Mohr Cin First Aid classj 1 Where do we find mosquitoes in the United States? Pearl Vilhauer CSenior Class Presidentlj : In Central America. Kathryn B. and Flora Jo Smith met a dmen man. Drunken Man: Hello, Sister. Kathryn: He's talking to you, Flora Jo. Flora Jo: No, he is cross-eyed: he was looking at you. Kathryn: Well, if he is cross-eyed, he was looking at me and he saw you. 44

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--- THE BEACON lli GOLDEN ANNIVERSARY HYMN CTune: Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee j Praising thee we raise our tribute. Faith was ever the foundation A Founders of our Training School. Of thy patient, hopeful love, Your ideals we ever cherish - And through years of tribulation We would live the Golden Rule. Came your guidance from above. Through ' thy constant prayer and We would e'er fulfill your vision, Plilfllllflg Our example, Christ to be: Alma Mater came to be. Consecrated to our mission, 'Cross the years a bridge is spanning, Serving Him and honoring thee. Builded of our love for thee. Mae E. Hunter. 1 1 f CLASS HISTORY CCon1inued from page IXD In February the Seniors entertained the Juniors at an 'Old Barn' party in the gym. No one could have been anything but joyous on that occasion. For a few hours you would scarcely have recognized the girls. The Junior girls. dressed as farmerettes, were gaily joined in the playing of old-fashioned games by their Senior escorts in overalls. Mae Hunter, with her clever auctioneerilng of the lunch boxes, was no more popular than Miss Tuller as the best-looking man on the floor. Miss Brimson and Miss, Williamson were most charming and demure country maidens in their gingham dresses. The Senior Class has been pervaded by a spirit of love and loyalty through- out its history. Though one of the largest classes in years it has been strongly united and co-operative, with Miss Tuller a vital part of the bond of friendship existing in the class. ' We never crossed her threshold with a grief But that we went without it. Never came Heart hungry but she fed us, eased the blame And gave the sorrow solace and relief. We never left her but we took away The love that drew us to her side again.' In March we welcomed two new girls to the Senior group: Laura Fish and Eva Gruen. It was in this month, too. that we received that much longed for invitation to the Junior-Senior Banquet, which was given the evening of April thirteenth. There is not time to tell you about the banquet and the party the Seniors gave the Freshmen later in the month. These last few weeks have been so filled with studies and social activities that I hardly realize that we are in the midst of Commencement festivities, and the Seniors are almost alumnae. Just the other night one of them talked with me, and when I told her how I would miss them. she said to me, 'Alma Mater, it is true that we are happy to be going out into a bigger service - the work for which we have spent these years in preparation -but we are sad to part from you. Our hearts are filled with love for one who has nourished our bodies, minds, and souls through days of preparation. Words cannot express what you mean in our lives. Only in the spirit of true service. giving Unto Him Our Best, can we ever hope to fulfill the ideals of Jesus which you have interpreted to us.' M. N. 46