Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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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.

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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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18 NORMAL OFFERING Grahnatinn. AST night the glorious moon rose upon the familiar scenes of old Normal, it sent its beams of light through the trees, across the green lawns, and over the sparkling Waters of Campus Pond, it shone full upon the Model School, wrapping it about with so warm and tender a sheen that even our gloomest recollections were dispelled, and only pleasant memories remained of all that had been school, home, friends, and new experience to us, it bathed with a peaceful light the stately church, whose tall spire stood as a symbol of our higher aspirations, and whose clock having sounded the swift hours, demanded if our course were run. Pk Pk Pk Pls vis Pk Pk Pk This morning the sun arose and heralded a typical June day it shone upon the School Garden, where we had spent many an hour, it smiled upon the fields and woodlands, which we had searched for nuts and leaves in the fall, and where we heard the first bird's song in the spring. A Yet this day was somehow different from all other days. It was our Commencement Day, and Alma Mater was to send out 125 able seamen upon the sea of life. A The exercises were held in Assembly Hall at 10.30 o'clock, opening with a devotional service led by Albert G. Boyden, Principal Emeritus, which was followed by selections by the Glee Club. The address to the graduates, The Lure of the Presidency, given by George H. Martin of the State Board of Education, was full of earnest inspiration. In behalf of the graduating classes Thomas L. Mea, president of the four year class, presented the School with a large lantern, to be placed at the entrance of the gymnasium. The gift was received by Principal Arthur C. Boyden. , The diplomas were presented by Miss Sarah L. Arnold, a graduate of the Bridgewater Normal School and now Dean of Simmons College. The graduates and their guests sang America, another com- mencement was over, and another band of sons and daughters had gone from the Alma Mater whose strong steady hand hath led us. May we take her for our beacon and ne'er from her guidance depart. R. C. G., '11,