Boston State College - Bostonian / Lampas Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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KATHARINE HAMER SHUTE Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet air of delightful studies. Our loved and loving teacher has enhanced the dignity of her profession by the goodness and beauty of her life. As a tribute of respect and affection, we, the Class of 1932, dedicate to her our Lampas. A BIRTHDAY SONG We have fashioned a song for you — A song of loveliness; We pour forth its music for you In friendship and constancy, Faithful and true and strong. And it sings in our hearts for you — Your Birthday Song! This is a song we wove oflovely things: The rise and dart of flashing blue-bird wings In dusky maple trees: The scattered yellow glow Of jonquils swaying in an April breeze; The crimson flare that shades to purple light As flaming sun swings low; The silver fingers of the moon that throw Long paths of light and shadow through the night. This is a song we wove of quiet things: A dear one ' s tender voice that softly sings A muted melody, A song of long ago; A friendly room, and thin blue cups at Tea, And orange lamps that shine when dusk descends. And in the mellow flow Of light, while long-dear memories come and go — You will remember us who are your friends. Katherine R. Sheeri.m ' 33

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A Messase to the Class of 1932 AS Commencement week approaches with its gatherings of relatives and friends proud and expectant, with its long and lovely processions of students entering our spacious assembly hall on Class Day, or receiving their diplomas and degrees in our beautiful court-yard on Commencement Day, or sharing in the companionship and fun of the banquets, or the color and charm of the class dance, I find myself recalling vivid details of my own graduation from the old Boston Normal School, just fifty years ago. The formalities and festivities of that occasion occupied but one day, following our one year of training. The exercises consisted, in part, of papers by a half dozen members of the class, all but one being selections from examination papers written with no thought of such publicity — but well deserving it. The one prepared paper, a valedictory, was an appreciation of what the year with its hard work, its frequent contacts with children, its friendships, and its visions of coming service had meant to us. Supper and a happy evening with our beloved head-master and his wife, as their guests in their home, made a memorable ending for a day already fraught with rich significance. But for me it was not quite the end, for two of us went home with one of our classmates and talked, late into the night, of the past year, the great day itself, and the endless, beckoning future. Not our wildest dreams of that future included the fact that we were all three to teach eventually in the dear old school that we were then regretfully leaving. These two classmates, after several years of most effective service in the old school, married happily. It was evident to them and to me that our year of training in the old school was as helpful to them in their homes as to me in my school- room. Today their children and grandchildren are making the world a better place to live in. The years of work that followed our graduation were arduous. Our equipment of one year, sound and stimulating as it was, needed much enlargement. Besides teach- ing, therefore, we read and studied diligently, and occasionally attended lecture courses, a far less frequent feature of our day than of yours. I do not need to tell you why I have made these memories so large a part of my message to you, for you will see underneath them my eagerness that you should accept from our bountiful Alma Mater the same precious gifts that she offered us in those earlier days: lasting friendships, a capacity for hard work, a modest estimate of one ' s own equipment, leading to wider and richer reading and study, and a genuine joy in one ' s daily life whether in the class-room or the home. One more desire I have for you, — that your lines may fall in pleasant places, as mine have done. May you be guided by such leaders as I have worked with, — men of friendly personality, combining abundant sympathy with an unfailing sense of humor; of clear, intellectual vision; and of high and unswerving spiritual ideals! Larkin Dun- ton, Wallace C. Boyden, and William H.J. Kennedy, — these are names to be honored. But leadership is not enough. May your colleagues, like mine, and the children or young people whom you teach, like the long and lovely procession of pupils whom I rejoice to remember, help to make every day a blessing to you! All these good things I wish you with all my heart. Katharine H. Shute Eight