Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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16 NORMAL OFFERING Uhr Zlietrultg illvrvpiinn. 4 5 HE Faculty Reception -'magic words which bring to our lips a smile and to our hearts a quick rush of happy memories. Again we are going up the Walk to Groveside, seeing the lights shine through the trees and hearing the strains of the music of the orchestra. Now we are meeting Mr. and Mrs. Boyden and the teachers who for four years have given us the help and guidance which We appreciate now and shall value more and more as the years go on. Now teachers and pupils are chatting informally, recalling some amusing blunder in the classroom, or laughing at an outside teaching exper- ience. Again we are in the dining room, enjoying a dainty collation and admiring the little silk flags which were given to us as souvenirs as we entered the room. All too soon we were saying good-night, thanking our principal and teachers, with our lips, for a very pleasant evening, and in our hearts, for all they have ever done for us, and walking slowly across to the quadrangle, where we sing the old college songs for the last time. A Alma Mater floats out on the still June air, and the Faculty Reception has been written indelibly in the memory of each graduate of the class of 1911. S. G. C., 'l1. Uhr Hrnmvnahr. N the evening of a day in which event had followed event so closely 1 that there was no time to think what each meant, came Prom. At the hour set for the affair a shower did its best, though unsuccess- fully, to dampen the spirits of the merry people wending their way to the dear old Gym. One could not have been present and missed the cheerful spirit of it all. 1 1 The gymnasium was adorned with cool green pine boughs, and here and there the crimson banners gave a welcome. From some unseen corner above the hum of voices came the sound of music. Mr. Albert G. Boyden and Mr. and Mrs. Arthur C. Boyden, together with the presidents of the graduating classes, received and welcomed all the graduates and their friends. After the reception was over, the various groups of people began to form in a long line, which,

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I NORMAL OFFERING Glnmmenrvmvnt mvvk 1911 Zllriimg. 3111112 15. Faculty Reception at 7.30 p. m. Saiurhag, llunr 17. Alumni Ball Game at 3 p. m. Kappa Delta Phi Banquet at 6.30 p. m. Sunhag, fdunv 13. Baccalaureate Sermon at 10.30 a. m. illllnnhag, 3111112 19. Model School Graduation at 2.30 p. m. Gurney Prize Debate at 7.45 p. m. Glueahag, 311119 ZH. Commencement Exercises at 10.30 a. m. Class Day Exercises at 2 p. m. Senior Reception at 8 p. m.

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p NORMAL OFFERING 17 when the music began, wound its way slowly and with dignified tread in and out among the various alcoves. All too soon with the singing of Alma Mater came the end, or shall we say the beginning? To be sure, it was the end of school life for many, but it was also to mark the entrance into Life's school which tests and tries. N. C. L., '11, . Earmlanrvatv Svvrmnn. N June 18, 1911, at the Congregational Church, the Rev. Walter Byron Williams preached the Baccalaureate Sermon. His text was What is Man? Ps. 8, 4. There was singing by the,Normal Glee Club. Uhr Jing Hllarrh nf 1911. N OTHER year is gone, and very swiftly. Two by two we march out of the dear school and under the arch formed by the Juniors and their oaken branches. As in a maze we cross the Campus and pass slowly around the reflecting pool. We sing the sweetest of songs, Alma Mater and leave the pond for the open Campus. At last we are seated under the maples where we smile at our History, laugh at our Prophecy and store up in our hearts the sincere thoughts of our Oration and Poem. May we never forget those truths falling from lips that speak for us alone! And now-oh sweet mission-we plant the ivy. Climb well, little vine, and cling as we would cling to those dear walls! Little Junior, take from us our responsibilities, for we are going. We sing from our hearts our own Class Song, and it is all over. Are we glad? Are we sorry? Do not ask us. You who have marched know. You who will march will know. H. A. M.,' 11.