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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swswemsasw SCARAB simesimsawvsmv HOW TO START THE DAY RIGHT 'sHere goes for another day, remarked Gertrude, sitting up in bed reluctantly. Directly before her, hanging on the wall, was a small framed motto: They say the world is round-and yet- I sometimes think it's square. For so many little hurts I get From corners here and there: But one sad truth I've always found While traveling East and West, That the only folks we really harm Are those who love us best. We flatter those we merely know, We please the fleeting guest. And deal many a thoughtless blow To those we love the best. Gertrude's eyes wandered through the familiar print. How true it is, she sighed. Her roommate burst into the room rubbing her face briskly with a rough towel. Get up, Iazybones! You've ten minutes in which to dress for breakfast. All right! 'Can't you see l'm up? Give me a chance. once- here Trudie stopped, bethinking of the verse she had just read. Excuse me, 'Roomief I didn't mean to be cross! Sally, her roommate, ceased combing her hair to regard Trudie in surprise. Golly, Trude, what's the matter with you? Why all this regard for your fellow-man, all of a sudden? Well, it's this way, Sally, replied Trudie, Ive decided to see just how nice I can be to everybody today. and I may as well start on you just watch mee-I'm going to be ever so polite. I'm watching. Sally remarked, with a smile. In five minutes Trudie had completed a hurried toilet and was ready to go down to break' fast. At the table, she was unusually careful of her demeanor. watching her table'manners with a critical eye. There was, she decided, room for great improvement and she made a mental note of the fact. After breakfast she returned to her room, made her bed. and put in a little last-minute study. She reached the classroom door just as the instructor came up. Usually she would have skipped through the door in order to show that she was present and on time. Instead, she stood back, with a respectful and cheerful smile, while the teacher passed through, A pleased nod was her reward. As soon as class was over, Gertrude dashed over to the dormitory to see whether the mail had yet arrived. It had, and she found to her surprise that there were four letters addressed to her. Two of them she read before the next class, which was a practical one. During this class she suffered from curiosity as to the contents of the remaining two letters. She did her best in this class, however. to pay attention and to obey commands as well as possible. During the following class, which was a dry lecture, she had great difhculty in restraining her impulse to open and read the letters which still remained unread. Her conscience again was victorious, and she actually found the lecture almost interesting. Just as she was dressing for dinner, the dean called up from the first floor, Gertrude, you are wanted on the telephone! Annoyed by the interruption Gertrude began to answer gruffly. all ri-.N then changed to a cheery Oh, thank you! So it went. The day was full of a succession of polite restraints. On the whole, as she reviewed it. Trudie decided that it had been quite successful. 'LI believe I'll try it again, she thought, her chin in her cupped hand, and her elbow propped on the desk in her room. It gives me such a good feeling to know that I have done my best to make other people think well of me. Gee, Trudie, you sure did live up to your aim today! I heard several of the girls say how unusually 'nice you were today. Isn't it funny what a difference it makes when you try to be nice to people? I believe I'll follow your good example myself and see how it goes, said Sally climbing into bed. Gertrude threw a look of approval to the little framed verse at the foot of her bed. Anne Fraser. Page ninety-eigl1t 3333333329 NINETEEN TWENTY SEVEN QLQQLNZQQEUQQQ