Chicago Normal School of Physical Education - Scarab Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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B359 Q33 Q33 Q69 SCARAB Q33 Q33 Q33 Q33 NQRTH The North with its natural beauties and Sports leaves an impression in the m-ind that can never be wiped out. The many lakes and forests afford such pleasures as camping, hunting. swimming and boating in the summer. When the snow comes and covers the earth with great drifts to most people it means indoor sports but to the people of the Frozen North means the start' ing of outdoor sports as skating, hiking, robogganing and skiing. In coming to Chicago I thought of leavf ing my friends and home and starting a new life. but I soon discovered that Chicago is allot like home in some respects and some of my new friends mean more than any old friends. School was a new experience but after spending two years here I have come to love it and will always remember my two happy years at C. N. S. P. E. Helen La Sage. SOUTH ,lust hark a moment and listen to the bark ofa dog over yonder, while near by can be heard the faint hum of the bees as they fly about in an old fashioned garden of wisteria and honeysuckle, which forms a brilliant spot against a background of snowy white cotton fields. There comes to one the sound of the wierd and fascinating melodies that the darkies are singing as they work. At one end of a long row of white cotton, stoops a very black old negro man with a half filled sack over his shoulder. He is singing a haunting tune, the only distinguishable words of which are, Lawdy, bless my soul, while a little pickaninny, with her tight pigtails and black bare feet, is helping him hll the sack as she too, sings. A huge, fat, black mammy with a bandanna tied around her head and a squalling baby in her arms, is trying to outdo the rest of her family, and comes out strongly on the theme, Lawdy bless my soul! Can one not bask in this atmosphere of charm and content. and dream lazy dreams, while sipping iced lemonade and swinging in a comfortable hammock under the shade of the trees? What a change occurs when one is sud' denly plunged from this into the bustle and noise of a busy northern city! Everyone is in a hurry, has no time to speak. and elbows his way through the crowd: but now one leaves the city's business district and comes out to the south side. Oh! the change that is found there! The quiet and calm of the atmosphere that surrounds C. N. S. P. E., in comparison with the Loop. The change is a restful one, and recalls pleasant thoughts of the serenity of home. for does not one feel that C. N. S. P. E. is, in truth, our home7 Anne Purcell. Page iii-netyfsix THE EAST I was leaving it behind me, picturesque and quaint old New England with her hisf torical background, conventional Boston, with her intellectual and cultural atmosphere, the city which still proudly and reverently cherishes the memory of her puritanical forefathers. I was leaving it behind me, while before me was a strange new country, the middle west and its Chicago. The two years I was to spend there, are now nearly gone and I am going back. What shall I carry with me from that counf try which was so strange and new? Besides acquiring a most useful education, which was the object of going West. I have learned many things which I wish other Easterners might also know. I discovered that this middle west is a surprisingly won' derful country with a glorious future ahead of it, claiming people who are broad minded, friendly and congenial. I have come to learn there is another place besides New England which is also unusually fine and that place is Chicago, the home of the best old school on earth. C. N. S. P. E. Helen Barnett. THE GREAT OPEN SPACE! THE WEST Two years ago I little dreamed of being so far away from my Idaho. Idaho, where there is so much open space. There we have wonderful. clear days. The people awaken to the most gorgeous of sunfrises, in all the world. Long before jolly Sir Sun makes his appearance. he sends fairy Messengers of the sky to warn us of his approach. They trip along the magnificent top of greyish blue mountain ridges, As the fairies appear, great scarlet. fire-like streaks show on each glorious snowfcapped mountain peak. Slowly these scarlet splashes of color fade and Sir Sun rolls his carriage into a firmament of clearest azure. No black clouds of smoke or piercing screams of trolley cars ever disturb the peace' ful quiet. As the clay advances. fleecy white clouds are wafted by the merry breezes across the tranquil heavens. As these mischevious white clouds obscure the face of Sir Sun, great shadows are cast on the earth. As the day grows near its end Sir Sun passes slowly down a pale blue avenue to kiss again the snow caps of our noble moun' tain guard. The Sun dislikes to leave our beautiful country. The picture memory retained as I sped on my way to C. N, S. P. E. in dark, gloomy Chicago, was one of gorgeous colors on the sloping mountain side as Sir Sun lingered. Although the city, in general. is melanf choly I have found a place of happiness, many friends, and very enjoyable work in the Chicago Normal School of Physical Edu' cation. Beulah Mays. NINETEEN TWENTY SEVEN QE3

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