Bouve Boston School of Physical Education - Escutcheon Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Christmas Formal jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Isikgs ' Oh, whatfun it is lo ride out lo the Welleslq Inn. jingle bells, jingle bells, what goes on, you say? Can'l you guess? Oh, my, yes! The Christmas dance within. Where were you the night of December 9, 1939? If you are a Bouve student and a wise girl I can answer that for you. You were attending the most gala social aH'air ofthe season, the Christmas Formal at the Wellesley Inn. When I walked in,I almost shivered at the sight of the cold winter scene laid by the expert interior decorating department of Bouve, but I soon warmed up to the gaiety of the gathering. I might add that the orchestra helped . . .need I say more? It is a far cry from long black stockings and a starched teaching shirt to those glamorous evening gowns, which only goes to prove our versatility. And what an array of handsome gentlemen! There must have been a raid on some of Boston's best colleges, and, as they all had a line Christmas spirit, there were very few dull moments that night. During the evening each couple was given a colored balloon and in the conf'usion,while each tried to break his neighbor's,all traces of college sophistication disap- peared. Well, what with such amusements as well as dancing and refreshments, a fine time was had by all, in- cluding Miss Bouve, Miss Sweet and Mrs. Weller, our patronesses. L. LELAND Teaching I The mist had settled, The night was dark, And yet she knew she had to embark Upon this new and strange delight Which she hoped would be the right Vocation for her life. II She set up her lessons She packed her case She wound her clock And creamed her face And set her lip with determination rare And jumped into bed without a care Of the oncoming trial ahead. I35l ' .rf . 'Vi 0 1 ,AXJLZY Eff f g r lx -L, .eq js fy X K Vx NNW . or X'

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IX ,K 'V' The mist had settled, The night was dark, I ax X . 'QA And now she knew V That she had embarked Upon a career not lar from her reach, wma D For with just this much teaching ,N-A-,Y 'UVM X, 4 She was certain she wanted. . .TO TEACH! jf D. METTLEMAN ipin I I 2 ,V 2g fy xg 2g In Apprec1at1on i xi It was my lirst day at the Bouve-Boston School of Physical Education. I was sitting at the long, narrow table in the Gym opposite one teacher. I did not even XX. know her name. She said, Are your parents Japanese? I JG-Q - Both of them? I was very much shocked. I looked at her Z in fn QQ lor a minute, then turned my eyeballs once and quickly lf-WW 0 .. fl ' nodded my head. The teacher smiled sweetly. .CQ it Qff It seems as if it had happened only a few days ago. l Q15 But here I am in the third year, the last step in School '0 and with so many happy memories. I-Iow have I been during these years? I am sure I was a nuisance in class. I always had a teacher repeat things over. I bothered my neighbors left and right by asking questions constantly. I was the one who always handed home work in late. I was the one who put a man in a I , , - 'A casket instead ofa cast to surprise the teacher. I was the , , K Fl Vp one who always screamed on a horse, too. But every K I-jf W, time, every minute, everybody was so nice and helped ' me so kindly. I have a feeling I might have been spoiled K X 'ff b this time. I-T X Y Are you excited to go home? many people ask me. hy ,r X5 C Frankly, I do not know how to answer because I have so 'W' O ,gb many nice friends here I feel this is my home. During H, the last summer trip many European people asked about the Americans. I used the word Uwe including myself as ya an American in my answers. But the last year is the last year. Pretty soon I have to P 'N 4 say good-bye to all and I shall never see my friends again, GX: though nobody knows the future. As I run my pen over the paper my heart is full of thankfulness toward every single person in the School. You are the ones who gave this thankfulness to me. I am the one who is going to keep it as long as I live. This is the true and strong chain which binds us from one heart to another. We cannot let it be broken. In the East and West, whatever the place is, let's keep the chain forever unbroken! I wanted to say thank you to all ofyou so much that finally' I t00k mY PCD- Remo NAKAMURA l 37 l A if Alf ti J