Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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Volume XII NORMAL OFFERING Page 27 Agnes E. Reardon, Burrillville, R. I. Elizabeth A. Richards, Flat Rock School, Dighton. Margaret T. Shortall, Gifford School, Avon. Katherine F. Smith, North Dartmouth. Hallie M. Stimpson, Westmoreland Corners, N. H. Ruth S. Symmes, South Street School, Wrentham. Bessie M. Thompson, Chelmsford. Ida E. Torreson, Center Carver. Maud D. Tilden, North Dighton. Esther J. Viden, Lincoln School, Quincy. Catherine J. Wellington, Western School, Provincetown. Bertha E. Williston, Samuel Watson School, Fall River. Edith F. Woodland, Davol School, Fall River. CUT FLGVVERS. Morning in the sunlit garden, Roses blowing white and fair: Fancy bids me pluck a lone one From a slender greenwood there. Stormy twilight, darkening chamber, White rose drooping, full of pain, Out beyond, a barren rosebush Weeping softly in the rain. A. C. H.

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Volume XII NORMAL OFFERING Page 29 The Shakespeare Play, 1910. vi' HE annual Shakespeare play was presented in the Jdvlfv 5 hd X JMS lr , '77 s 53 f . xy Cm 'Qi jk Nxxsigllr iq: r 'Puig x - x -, 95. 3,1 l O N '-. QQQ-f Assembly Hall on Friday evening, January 28, 1910. The Merchant of Venice was a great success in every Way. The success Was due to the faithful and ever enthusiastic Work of the studentsg to Misses Ward and Anthony for their help in the dancing, and Miss Helen E. Fisher for her singing, and to the careful direction of Miss Anna W. Brown and Mr. Arnold C. Heath. The play had been in preparation for many months. Several scenes were presented before a group of judges who chose those most suited for the various parts to make up the final cast. The play Was given Without scenery or curtain. Members of the Senior Class acted as ushers. Over seven hundred students and friends formed an appreciative audience, who pronounced the evening a pleasant and successful one. The Call. Bear me aloft on thy soft White breast, Thou swift-flying cloud in the Heaven so high , And let me exult, by thy motion caressed , In the deepening beauty of this day's sky. Well do I love the peace of night, The stars' White flame and the river's dream-glance, But lifted in soul to the sun's far height, The truth-searching Day doth my being entrance! O call of the spirit, I hear , I heed , Tho' seemingly deaf to thy Wild sweet voice . From the starshine of dreams, Sunvvard , I lead My Wandering Will to the home of its choice! MAUD M. BROWNE, '01.