Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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NORMAL OFFERING 21 The class ode, written by Miss Lane, was sung by all the graduates. Refreshments were then served, thus ending a very enjoyable recep- tion. All too soon, the graduates realized that it was time to part, Each to go his way. Normal life was fast becoming something of the past, but the motto of old Normal was becoming present: I Not to be ministered nnto, but to ffninistefrf' . H. U. K. Ellyn Elgrnmrnahr. 45 AVE a 'prom' for me, was the never-ending song as the time for the Commencement festivities drew near. Now, the great closing event of the year was in full sway. The strains of lively music and the chatter of gay voices proved that all present were enjoying the festive occasion to the utmost. Thus the evening progressed, and the hands of the clock sped until the closing hour. Then, as the merry company gathered for the singing of Alma Mater, which means so much to all, the scene changed to one of reverent devotion and true fidelity to our dear old Normal. Each student realized as the last notes died away that his school days at Bridgewater Normal School were over, and the memories of the happy hours spent with teachers and friends would be regarded among his dearest treasures. But may the responsibilities of upholding the honor of dear Alma Mater not be left to the ever-changing classes of the future alone, but still be supported by we, who call ourselves alumni. A. R. L., '13. This above all-to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou cans't not then be false to any man.

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20 NORMAL OFFERING and around the pond. With hands and hearts united we sing our sweet Alma Mater and pass on. Again thoughts of the past intermingle with those of the future as we listen to our History and Prophecy. Beautiful thoughts which will mean much to us as the years go by, come to us from the Oration and Poem. The line of march is resumed and then-we plant our ivy. May we, too, grow upward, stronger and broader, ever clinging to those things which stand for right and might. Hearts join with voices while we sing our own class song, and all is over. But there is something left in our hearts which will not be forgotten, though our paths may ever be wide apart. A. E. L., '13. Svvrtinn ifivrrptinn. T was late in the afternoon of the seventeenth of June, nineteen hundred and thirteen. The Seniors and Juniors had just escorted the advanced classes from the quadrangle, where they had planted their tree, to the entrance of the Bridgewater Normal School. From there, the members of the three and four year classes, and their guests adjourned to Assembly Hall for the class exercises. After several selections by the orchestra, Mr. Blake, president of the class, gave a warm welcome to all. A Miss Knowles then read an interesting poem of her own composi- tion. T The history of the class was reviewed by Miss King. Almost for- gotten episodes were again brought to mind, and all enjoyed a good laugh. A Everyone was eager to hear about the future. The prophets, Misses Tower, Arden, and Howard presented a scene, the time of which was years hence. What they hadn't foreseen wasn't worth thinking about. p Each member of the class was given an appropriate gift, the receiving of which caused many to blush. Miss Paine, Miss Wilkes, and Miss Garrity surely deserved the hearty applause they received for distributing these gifts.

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NORMAL OFFERING Art H3211 Emir Hari. .-.l1,.,J THIS world on which we live is but a stage, And we, the beings stationed here by Fate, Are merely actors in the play of Life, A play divided into three long acts - First Chidhood, second Youth, and third Old Age. The manager is Father Time so stern, VVho holds the actors subject to his will And makes great changes in the plot each year, He finds our places in the cast by lot. None can draw twice, nor can parts be exchanged: Our fate is Hxed, but we should always try Whate'er our part may be, to act it well. Sometimes a scene depicts a comedy, And then we find our task an easy one, For everything is sparkling merriment, And life seems for a season naught but song- A song of flowers, and birds, and days in Spring, Of love toward God, and peace, good-will toward men. Another scene may show a tragedy, Hard, hard indeed the part we then must play! And oft 'tis easy to forget our lines And give way to the grief that fills our hearts, At such a time, learn not to yield to tears, Fare bravely forth, and act the sad part well. Learn, too, if you would only meet success, To lend a helping hand to those poor souls Who, weaker than the rest, cannot go on. Therefore, or hard or easy the way, Let us remember to act well our part, That when the curtain falls on the last act We may receive the praise that is but due To those who strive their best from day to day: And let us seek not for the praise alone, But rather live that when our tale is told, And someone else is found to take the part, He may, because of that which we have done, Change good to better, till it reaches best. ALICE L. PACKARD, Junior III